Twilight is not mine,

No matter how much I whine,

Or ask pretty pretty please,

Or offer S. Meyer cheese.

Hahaha. Lame poem alert!



Crap. I need to be at the school soon.

I rushed to finish the paperwork for a particular patient, before handing it off to the nurse to take care of.

I glanced at my cell phone one more time before realizing I would never make it with the 3:00 traffic. In this town, the 3:00 traffic was just as bad as the 5:00 traffic. I'm not sure why, most people are in work at this time.

I scoffed, before dialing Alice's number. She lives right by the school, and I'm sure she wouldn't mind picking them up.


"Hi," her overly chipper voice greeted.

"Um, hey, Alice. I was wondering if you could-"

"Sure, I'll pick the girls up. You know I love them!" she squealed.

"Thanks, but bring them home, okay? They probably have homework or something," I said, knowing that Alice would probably take them out somewhere, which I'm sure they would all love, but Alice tends to forget they're only fourteen, and have school, a curfew, and are underage.

"Fine, whatever. Stay at work as long as you want, party pooper," she huffed before hanging up.

I laughed quickly at her Alice-ness before walking back into my office. She liked to think that I was overly strict with my girls, and I should treat them more like adults.

She didn't understand that they were only fourteen, and were not adults.


After my shift ended a few hours later, I headed home in a good mood. I had just successfully saved a patient's life, which always made me feel better when the job was done. It's the reason I ever got this stress-filled job. I had followed in my father's footsteps, who began work as a doctor when his parents were killed in a car accident, and there was some controversy about whether the doctors had done the most they could to revive his mother. His father was killed on impact, but his mother was rushed to the hospital.

I always think about how lucky I am to have my parents, and how I can help other families from losing their loved ones.

I arrived home, to hear Alice and my girls laughing loudly in the kitchen.

"That one looks deformed!" Lexa yelled through her laughter.

I walked into the kitchen to see the three covered in flour and dough. My gaze shifted to the cooling rack on the counter. I ran my hand through my hair, and closed my eyes in disgust.

"What are those?" I asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.



"Penis cookies, obviously," I answered through my giggles.

"Why?" he asked, looking everywhere but the cookies on the counter. It was pretty rare to see Edward uncomfortable, considering he spent the whole day around oozing blood and guts.

"Because they're fun! We did some girl-bonding. Don't be a pansy, Edward!" I replied, putting my hands on my hips.

He just shook his head before retreating to his bedroom, earning another round of giggles from the girls and myself.

"Do you think they're cooled?" Lex asked, poking one lightly.

Jes hopped over, picking one up off of the cooling rack, and sticking it in her mouth. She looked up at me reluctantly, and quickly bit a piece off.

"Mm. They're good!" she said, and Lex grabbed one of her own, smiling when she picked up the biggest one.

I laughed at her choice, and she smiled at me sheepishly before biting into it.

"We have to do this again sometime! Or can you bring us to the mall?" Jessa asked, her eyes brimming with excitement.

"Of course!" I shrieked. You don't know how long I've been waiting for an enthusiastic shopping buddy. I mean, Rose comes with me sometimes, but we both have work, and with my constant business trips, we barely get together, and when we do, it's always dinner with our husbands for a few hours before we go back to our conflicting schedules.


"Alice," a stern voice called from behind me. I turned around to see a frustrated looking Edward looking at me with his scolding father look.

"Yes, Edward?"

"Alice, baking those cookies wasn't appropriate. Jes and Lexy are only fourteen! What in the world was going through your mind? They're too young to even know what a penis looks like!" he scolded.

"Edward, they're teenagers! I'm sure they know what a penis looks like! It was their idea, and they were just having fun! You're going to ruin your relationship with them if you can't be more open minded!"

"I'm plenty open-minded, Alice! But, I also know what's right for my girls, and this isn't it!"

"Stop being so ignorant! Don't you remember being a teenager? I know I did stuff like this all the time! And so did you! You have to realize that the girls are growing up!"

He ran his hands through his hair, his signature move if you hadn't realized, and turned around before walking back upstairs, leaving me by myself in the recently cleaned kitchen. I knew that continuing to fight wouldn't help, and he just needed time to adjust and take my advice.



Alice has absolutely no idea what she's talking about. My daughters are 14. They are innocent and pure.

Well, at least they were before Alice corrupted their minds.

They don't need to be around this stuff. They're not even old enough to date, and they should not know what a penis looks like, contrary to Alice's belief. They're barely through puberty, and are just children.

It's time like these when I wish they had a mother.

Not someone like Alice or Rose, they were good aunts, but they honestly hadn't reached adulthood yet. They were still reveling in their 'I'm young, so I'm going to party and shop til I drop, and do whatever the hell I want' stage, even in their early thirties. They weren't forced to grow up and become a mature, working parent just after they began college. They weren't thrusted unexpectedly into adulthood.

And I was envious of that.

Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love my girls. They're my life.

But, I wish they had come later on. When I was settled, married, and prepared. When I was head over heels in love with their mother, and she was completely devoted to me, and our children.

But that kind of thing doesn't happen in real life. It's just something you read in stories and see in movies.

Tanya was the closest I'd ever come to love, and that was a long shot.

It was more the fact that she was happily pregnant with my daughters. After I found out her real motives, I realized she obviously wasn't the one for me. I think I knew that already, though. I just didn't want to give up the loving mother of my children.

That thought made me scoff internally. She turned out to be everything but caring, and I'm more than happy that she's not around the girls.

They had asked about her on numerous occasions, and I had simply told them that we didn't work out together, and she decided it would be best if she left.

Of course, I always feel guilty for not telling them the truth. But, how are you supposed to tell your young daughters that their mother didn't want them, and despised even having to be in the same room as them? She essentially hated them, and children in general, but went through with her so called 'worst nightmare' just to get me to marry her.

On the contrary, the girls were the best thing that ever happened to me. They were the only reason I didn't wish Tanya never existed.

Maybe them coming so early is some kind of sign, telling me that they were meant to be my one and only loves.

I have accepted that fact, and I think Emmett should too. I'm glad he's finally coming around. I only have to endure one more disastrous blind date. Most of which end up with me getting 'food poisoning', 'forgetting to pick up my girls from a friends house', or, my favorite, 'my mom was in a car crash, and I need to get to a small, never heard of, town in Washington as fast as possible'.

My mom has been in so many car crashes, it's a wonder that she's still alive and breathing.

I glanced up at the clock.


I should really get to bed, I have another predictable day ahead.

I lightly walked up the stairs, taking a quick peek in both girls rooms. Each were fast asleep, their hair fanned all over their pillows. Their faces were makeup free, and soft looking, reminding me of when they were younger.

They looked so vulnerable and innocent. They're my little girls, and I don't want them to grow up.

The voice in my head was telling me 'Too bad, life sucks, you should know that,'

But, my thoughts were ignorant. They completely ignored that fact, and everything else that was clouding my mind.

Avoiding the issues seemed to work fine for me.

The girls never asked if their mom left because she hated them with every ounce of her being, so I never have had to address the issue. Tanya never came into town, so I never had to face her, and yell at her for being a horrible person and leaving her daughters without a mother. In fact, nobody ever brought her up around me, so I didn't even have to address the subject.

So, why am I going on about her?

I don't know. I don't deserve to have someone like her consuming my thoughts.

I don't know anything anymore.


A/N: To answer Cullen's review, no, I don't have a specific update schedule. I'm hoping to update at least once or twice a week. But, school is starting soon, and once it does, I won't be able to update as much, unfortunately.

Also, I just have to share something. I heard this stupid thing that Robert Pattinson went to a restaurant with a bunch of people, and the check was over $350, and people are criticizing him for paying $2 less tip than he's supposed to. I mean, seriously? It's two bucks.

Well, the real significance of this story is that my aunt was actually there. She said she didn't even know who he was at first, until people started making a commotion.

But, I'm very angry that she didn't get me an autograph! D: