(AU: I own nothing! This is my first, so be nice. It gets better)
After Edw…he left. I was dead. Charlie wanted me to go back to Florida, but I couldn't. I couldn't leave Forks. I replied to people when they spoke directly to me. I tried my hardest not to show anybody my pain. Every night I would break down crying. I would have to hold myself together, literally. 8 months later, I semi-snapped out of it. I sat with my friends at lunch. Eventually, Mike asked me out. I accepted. I had a nice time. Not as great as the time I spent with…..him….but closer than nothing. I grew up and married Mike. I was half happy. I never forgot….him. A year later, I had my beautiful twin girls, Ali and Eliza. They were my life.
"Momma," Ali asked me, "where is Daddy?"
"At work." I replied.
The twins just turned 3.
"I'm home!" Mike replied. I stood up from the sofa and went to see him, the girls ran over to him. He scooped them up.
"Daddy!" both girls screamed. I smiled.
"How was your day?" I asked him.
"Slow." He answered then kissed me on the cheek. "What's for dinner? I'm starved!"
"I made chicken sandwiches and fries. For dessert, I picked up some ice cream."
"Great! Let's go eat!"
"Alright then." I sighed. Mike was too hungry to notice.
I made 4 plates and set them on the table. I went to go pour the milk.
"Momma," started Eliza, "can we have chocolate milk?" She asked like she was confessing murder. I laughed.
"Sure." I giggled one last time.
"YAY!" Both girls screamed. I smiled, so did Mike. It was so easy to please them. I put the chocolate in the milk and stirred. I looked out the window, into the green forest behind the house. I saw something move, a human-like figure met my gaze.