I got the idea for this story when I was watching some movie on HBO. I don't own anything and this is my disclaimer for the whole story. No flames.

I know this might not be the original first chapter most of you read, but because of my stupidity I had to change a lot of things things.

By The Way:

Bella is 25, Edward is 28


This could not be happening to me. Let me tell you how my day has been so far.

First, I lost my job.

I was running late. I had woken up late and the twins didn't want to get up. I finally got them to school and was now on my way to work. I got off the bus only to step in dog poop. My rusted old car didn't have any gas in it and I didn't have any money. I took off my shoe and ran all the way to Wal-Mart which was three blocks away from the bus stop. When I did get in the manager Irina was waiting by the clocking station for me.

"Bella." She said."This is the fourth time this week you've been late."

"I'm sorry, Irina." I said."But my I had to get my kids to school and then the bus was late-" She cut me off.

"I don't care." She growled."You're fired." I was about to argue but she held up a hand."I don't want to hear your petty excuses Bella. Just leave." I sighed as she walked away. I instantly got mad and went to the employee lounge where one a quiet co-worker of mine sat. Angela was always quiet and shy for some reason but it made what I was about to do so much easier.

"Hey, Angela." I said. She looked up at me."There's a spill in aisle 15 and Irina wants you to clean it up." She nodded, squeaked a quick thank you and left the room. I opened the fridge took the weight loss smoothie Irina always drank, took off the top and scraped the dog shit from my shoe into it. I put the top back on a shook I up. I put it back in it's exact same place and left. That's what she got for being a bitch.

Then the twins got suspended from school.

I got off the bus and walked the six blocks to the school. When I got there I saw all the children getting on the school buses, but my kids couldn't take the school bus. It was only for children who lived more than three miles away from school, we only lived two and a half so my kids had to take the RTA home.

I went into the school past all the other parents and teachers looking at me with pity in their eyes. Oh yeah, I forgot. I was the poor single mother here who could barely afford to feed her children. It wasn't like my kids went hungry everyday, sometimes when we ran out of food at the end of the month they had to wait a few extra hours for dinner until I could make it to a food bank or get them to my friend Rose's house for dinner, but they didn't know that so to them I was the screw up.

I made it to the principles office and knocked.

"Come in." She said. Mrs. Daniels was the fifty something year old principle with light brown skin and salt and pepper hair. She never treated me like I was a charity case and for that I was grateful."Hello Ms. Swan. Come on in." I walked inside, shutting the door behind me and sitting in one of the three chairs in front of her desk. The other two were being filled by my children

Mary Elizabeth and Logan were my nine year old twins. Mary Elizabeth had gotten her combination of looks from me and her father. She had long brownish bronze hair and brown eyes. She was more out going and wasn't afraid to try new things unlike her brother who was her calm counterpart.

Logan Ryan looked more like his father then me. He had the same bronze hair although it was darker and green eyes. He had the normal curiosity of a nine year old but he loved to read and paint more than anything. It was to my knowledge that he was reading at a ninth grade level.
He reads to escape from the real world and I let him because he has it harder than me or his sister. He lost his hearing when he was three and he wore hearing aids that cost me an arm and a leg. His speech wasn't the best either but he could still speak and sign. Mary Elizabeth and I learned how to sign too so that he wouldn't have to read our lips and write out what he wanted to say.

"Ms. Swan Mary Elizabeth and Logan got into a…little disagreement with some of the other fourth graders." I looked at my children who just continued to look at their hands in their lap.

"Logan was sitting in the corner of the room reading a book in class when two other students started to pick with him. Mary Elizabeth seeing the altercation went up to the boys and punched one of them in the face."I knew my face betrayed my emotion of disbelief."And she kicked his...family jewels." I could feel my jaw drop as I looked at my daughter. She continued to look at her hands but I could see the smug look on her face.

"I am so sorry. I had-" She cut me off. What was with people cutting me off today?

"No need to apologize." She said holding up a hand."Mary Elizabeth has already written an apology to the student but I am afraid that she is suspended for a week." I nodded.

"I expected nothing less." I looked at my daughter."We are going to have a long talk when we get home." She just kept that smug little look on her face.

Then I found out that we only had said home for one more day.

After a four hours of running errands on a bus we were finally able to get home. I held my children's hands as we crossed the street to our ratty apartment building. It wasn't the best, but it was what I could afford right now until I had enough money to move us into the Motel 6 for a couple of months.
We got inside and took the stairs up to the fifth floor and I was about to open the door but stopped when I saw the bright red eviction notice on it.

I knew we only had a few more days here, but that ass of an landlord didn't have to keep shoving it into our faces.

I snatched it off with an agitated look before I let my kids in and slammed the door shut behind us. My kids were probably starving considering I didn't even have any money to buy them something off the dollar menu at McDonalds while we were out. Some mother I was.

I went to the small kitchenette that merged with the living room and opened the fridge to see what we had to make dinner with. All we had inside were a few slices of cheese, some hot dogs, mustard, ranch and jelly.

Thankfully I had done okay with less and took out the cheese and the hot dogs and sat them on the counter before going into the cabinets and took out the last two boxes of macaroni noodles and put them on the counter.
I put two pots of water on the gas stove and turned it on before going into the small room my kids shared. They were inside playing…or what they called playing.

Logan as usual was reading a book while Mary Elizabeth was throwing a plastic ball at the wall.

"Lizzie." I said. She didn't look at me or stopped throwing the ball."Come into the kitchen and help me cook." She sighed and got up knowing why I wanted her in there with me.

She followed me to the kitchen where the water was boiling."You can cut the hot dogs and put them in the pot." She got a butter knife out of the drawer and began to cut. I opened the boxes of noodles and poured them in one of the pots."Elizabeth tell me what really happened."

"Mark Orlando and Peter Simmons were picking with Logan and I wasn't going to sit there and watch them mess with my little brother." She continued to look at the hot dogs she was cutting as she put them in the pot. I sighed.

"Did you have to kick him in his privates?" I asked."He could have gotten a serious injury and his parents could have sued us. You're lucky you only got suspended." I took a plastic serving spoon out of the drawer and began to stir the noodles.

"Mom I don't want to be there." She blurted out. I looked at her."We go there every day and everyone looks at us like we're beneath them. The teachers are always hard on us when we get something wrong, we don't have any friends because no one wants their kids to be associated with us and everyone thinks that we'll eventually become screw-ups like our mom." She was crying now."And you're not a screw-up. You work so hard to take care of us and you do everything and anything you can to make life easier on us and nobody respects that! Nobody."

I drop the spoon on the floor and hug my sobbing daughter to me."Shhh, shhh. It'll be okay." I pull her back and put my hand on her cheek."I know it's hard but you've always been a strong girl. If you can hold on for a few more weeks then I can transfer you to a better school once we move." She pulled away and wiped her eyes before nodding and leaving the kitchen. She had never been one for emotions and had a hard time expressing hers. She was a lot like her dad that way.

Going back to dinner, I turned off the noodles and drained them before putting them back in the pot. I mixed some extra cheese packets and the cheese slices into the noodles and then put the hot dogs in before letting it cool for a few seconds, then I scooped it onto three plates and take two of them into the small living area where we eat dinner everyday.

Elizabeth got her brother and we began to eat. In the middle of dinner someone knocked on the door so I got up and went to the door and opened it to see my landlord. His big round face was red and his breath smelt like moldy garlic when he spoke.

"Why are you still here?" He asked. I raised a brow.

"Mr. Peters this is still my apartment for two more days." I informed him hoping he'd go away so I could finish my dinner. He grinned showing off his yellow teeth and I scrunched my nose up in disgust as he held up a red eviction notice and I snatched it out of his hands.

I looked at it and I swear my jaw hit the floor when I saw that I had gotten the date wrong and he was forcing me to leave today. I looked back up at him."Mr. Peters," I begged."Please, we don't have any where to go tonight. Please let us stay until morning and then we'll be out of your hair for good."

"Well," He said rubbing his stubby chin."No. Be out of here by tonight or I'll call the cops." I sighed in frustration as he walked away and turned around only to be face to face with Mary Elizabeth.

I didn't say anything, just closed the door and walked past her. We packed everything we owned, which wasn't much, just some clothes, the small antenna T.V, their toys, a queen sized mattress, some blankets, towels, dishes and an old jewelry box with some things my grandmother gave me when she died. I loaded all the stuff into the bed of my truck and then went back upstairs.

I knocked on my neighbor's door and she answered it as soon as I stopped. Mrs. Piper was my seventy year old neighbor. She gave us food sometimes and even money and I hated myself every time she did. It reminded me that I could take care of my kids. She smiled at me.

"Hello dear." She said."Do you need something?"

"Mrs. Piper I am so sorry to ask but I really need to borrow twenty dollars. Mr. Peters kicked me out and I have no gas in my car and if you give it to me I pay it back as soon as possible." I rushed out afraid she would say no, but she just smiled and went into her house and came back with a large jar filled to the brim with coins and bills. She handed it out to me.

"No, I only need twenty. I can't accept this." She shoved the jar into my hands and chuckled.

"It's fine dear." She said."That isn't everything. You'll be able to pay me back soon. I've seen it." I smiled and wrapped an arm around her and she returned my hug. I pulled back and wiped a tear from my eye.

"Thank you Mrs. Piper." I said. She smiled at me one more time before closing the door. I went back into my apartment to see the twins with the last of their bags. Logan was of course reading a book when Mary Elizabeth eyed the jar in my hand. I smiled."Are you hungry?" I asked. She smiled before taking her brothers hands and we walked down the stairs.

And that's what led me here, to the one place I never wanted to be, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

I rapped on the door and heard someone shout that they were coming. I looked at Mary Elizabeth and she gave my hand a squeeze as the door opened and I came face to face with the one person that could help me and my children.

Their father.



I groaned as I felt myself waking up. The sunlight from the window came straight into my eyes and I flipped over hoping to escape it, but only succeeded in falling off the bed.

I groaned as I pulled myself into the sitting position. Damn Emmett, I told him I had to work today but he insisted on buying me more drinks. He was the one who got dumped yet I was the one with the hangover.

I shook my head and got up. I really stunk and a shower was the best thing in the world in that moment. I walked into the bathroom and stripped off my clothes before I got in the shower and just let the water run over my head for a few moments. It just felt so good and I knew that the feeling would end as soon as I stepped out of the shower. I washed myself, rinsed and got out.

Yep I was cold now. I shivered as I wrapped myself with the towel and went back into my room to get dressed. I went to my closet and put on a pair of boxers, a pair of slacks and a white tank top. I rubbed on some deodorant and put on a dark blur button up shirt and a green tie. I put on some socks and a pair of shoes before jogging downstairs to eat something.

I ate some granola cereal and then three bananas before I was full so I got my car keys and went to my baby. My silver Volvo, that my father bought me when I graduated high school. I got inside and drove my way to Miami West where I had recently started my residency as a Cardiac surgeon.

I pulled into my reserved parking space and looked myself in the mirror. I sighed and got ready for another day in the O.R.


It was my lunch break, so I went down to the cafeteria and got in line. I grabbed a tray and started to go down the line when I felt like I had collided with a wall.

"Hi bestie!" I looked over to see my younger sister Alice beaming up at me.

She stood at 5'3 and looked like a midget next to my 6'2 frame. Alice also had shoulder length inky black hair and blue eyes, we didn't look anything alike which kinda made since considering we, along with our elder brother Emmett were all adopted.

I looked next to her to see her husband Jasper giving me an apologetic look.

Jasper was an Psychiatrist (Shrink); He had his own private office where he charged people hundreds of dollars a hour to listen to their problems downtown, but he sometimes did a few favors for the hospital. Whether it was telling a mother her child had no chance of surviving or handling the people in the psych-ward he could handle it.

He had honey blonde hair (as my sister always called it) and blue eyes too. Alice always was a sucker for blondes.

"How can something so little be so strong?" I asked him. He shrugged.

"I should be asking you." He said."You're the one who grew up with her."

"I know." I looked at Alice."I also remember that she broke my hand when she was four." Alice bumped me again and I almost fell on the person on the other side of me."Cool it midget." I said picking up an apple and a burger before getting some fries.
We got to the end and I got a soda before I walked to one of the tables by the window. Alice and Jasper joined me sitting next to each other on the opposite side.

"What are you doing here?" I asked."It's Tuesday." Alice volunteered here as a nurse on the weekends, but she owned a clothing line called Puella Pulchra which I was certain meant beautiful girl in Latin.

"I wanted to talk to you and Jazz because I have an appointment with a very important client later." She said taking a bite of her salad.

"Okay," I said."Talk."

"Alright. Mom said that if you two weren't at the family dinner tonight she would come to the hospital and rip off your testicles." She took another bite of her salad. I wondered how she could still eat after saying that."So be there tonight or she'll be carrying your baby maker in her purse."

"What did you say to her?" Jasper wondered as he ate his chicken.

"I told her that she couldn't take yours because I already keep them in my car." Jasper choked on his food and I heard a booming laughter. Another wall smashed into me and I looked over to see Alice and my older brother Emmett.

Just like us he was adopted. He had dark brown curly hair and brown eyes and had the body of a linebacker.

Emmett was huge, I mean really HUGE.

He stood at 6'3 and 220 pounds. I mentally wondered how anyone could push something like him out of their body.

"Alice has your balls." He laughed. I rolled my eyes. He had always been a big kid.

Some of the other people in the cafeteria heard him and sent us strange looks. I just sent them back apologetic ones.

"Emmett are you coming to dinner tonight?" Alice asked as she took some fries off his plate. He glared at her.

"Emmett doesn't share food!" He said loudly, but being that fearless little thing she was, Alice just rolled her eyes at him."And no I have a date tonight." He said. Jasper fake gasped.

"Oh my God!" He said in a teenage girl voice. He took out his phone and pretended to dial a number and put it to his ear."Becky did you hear? Emmett's passing up food." He paused and looked over to Emmett's bottom half."I know! Oh my God Becky, look at his butt!" Alice and I laughed with Jasper and Emmett glared.

"Oh my God Becky!" Emmett said."Look at Jasper's butt! My foot's about to be up it!" Jasper just kept laughing. Emmett got up with his tray and stalked off somewhere.

"C'mon Emmett!" Jasper called after him. He picked up his tray and followed him."It was a joke!" I chuckled and looked at Alice.

"That's some guy you married." I said.

"I know." She said back."Isn't he swell?" She asked in a dreamy voice. I laughed and looked at my watch.

"Holy willikers Batman!" I said looking back up at Alice."I've got a meeting!" I stood up and grabbed the edge of my lab coat. I put it up to my mouth and began to run. As I ran out the cafeteria I could hear Alice's laughter following me. I got in the elevator and got ready for the most boring meeting of my life.


I was finally free! I had just gotten out of a meeting that lasted five hours long and although I knew I shouldn't have I fell asleep.

I went to the locker room and traded my lab coat along with my stethoscope for my jacket. I shrugged it on and closed my locker before I walked out to my car. I would have went faster but I was already having trouble not running down the halls of this hospital singing the church choir version of 'Hallelujah' at the top of my lungs.

I got inside and drove way over the speed limit all the way home, but luckily I didn't get pulled over although no one could blame me.
I ran out of my car almost forgetting to close the door and into the house before I ran up the stairs and took a shower so I could get ready for the family dinner.

I did not plan on letting my mother have my testicles.

I changed into a pair of jeans and a brown T-shirt and the same pair of shoes before quickly running downstairs and into my kitchen before looking in the drawers for the ice cream scooper that my mother let me borrow so I could return it.

I opened up the last drawer and froze. It was the drawer. The one that I promised myself I would never go into. It was full of thick envelopes, all of them filled with pictures and letters from her. The one that I gave up, the one that I ran away from.

She was in my dreams every night. My ex-girlfriend…well ex-fiancé really. The one that gave up her relationship with me for the kids she never wanted. We started going out when I was sixteen and she was fourteen and she got pregnant a couple years later when I was nineteen and in the middle of my internship.

She had only been sixteen when I proposed to her. Then I fucked up and whole bunch of shit happened before she left.

At the time I had justified what I did by telling myself that things were going too fast and I wouldn't have been a good father anyways, but on my twenty-second birthday when I had a little pity party for myself I realized that I had been a douche in my teenager years.

She sent me letters and pictures for seven years, but there was never a return address and I never opened them. I put them all in that drawer and never looked at them again.

I was brought out of my head by a knock at the door.

"I'm coming!" I yelled as I jogged to the door. I opened it up and I immediately thought of that expression; speak of the devil and he shall appear. Because standing on the doorstep of my house, holding the hands of two young children around ten was the one I fucked over all those years go.

Isabella Swan and the kids I gave up.

I didn't know what to do. I just stood there and stared at her until the little girl said something.

"I see where Logan gets his social skills from." She said letting go of Bellas hand and crossing her arms over her chest. Bella rolled her eyes.

"H-hi Bella." I said. She smiled. The girl stuck out her hand.

"Hi," She greeted."Chopped liver." She said. Bella smacked her shoulder lightly and sent me an apologetic smile.

"Hi Edward." She said. We just stood there for a while before she cleared her throat."Can we come in?" She asked. I shook my head and stepped back.

"Sure. Come on in." I said. She smiled as she walked past me with the little girl. I was about to close the door when I realized the little boy wasn't with them. I looked at him but he just stood there with his nose in that book."Um…Are you going to come in?" I asked. He didn't move. I was about to call for Bella when the girl came back and took his hand. She led him into the house but he never looked up. He just walked with her. I shook my head and went after them.

They stood awkwardly in the middle of the living room and let me tell you that the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. I scratched my head.

"We need to talk." Bella said sitting down on the couch. I looked at her kids.

"Um…Why don't you guys go in the kitchen and eat an apple or something." The girl rolled her eyes and left. Then came back five seconds later and got the boy.

I sat as far as I could from Bella on the couch."Why are you here?" I asked.

"Edward you know that I wouldn't bother you unless I had a good reason." She said running her hand through her hair."I don't have any money and I lost my job and my apartment." I sighed after the shock of seeing Bella wore off and I stood up.

Of course she was just here for money, why else would she be here? It's not like after nine years she decided to come back to me.

As I realized this I went to the T.V stand and pulled my check book out of the first drawer before flipping it open.

"How much do you need?" I asked taking out the pen I kept there. Bella scoffed.

"When did you become such an asshole?" She asked. She stood up and walked over to me."I don't need money. I need a place to stay." I wrote my name and ten thousand dollars on the check before ripping it off and handed it to Bella. The faster she got away from me the better off she'd be.

"That should cover anything you need." She glared at me and ripped the check into little tiny pieces and then threw it on the floor.


"I don't need money," She said."And even if I did I wouldn't take it from you." Asshole. I know she didn't say that last part, but I knew that's what she wanted to say.

"You can't stay here." I said. She let out a breath.

"Not me." She said."I need you to watch the kids." She said.

"You want me to watch them?" I asked incredulously. She nodded."No,no,no,no,no,no,no." I said walking past her.

I knew how'd it go down if they stayed here. History would just repeat itself considering I was an dick and needed to be slapped once or twice.

Not that I hadn't been before.

"Why not?" She asked."You have more than enough room here." I shook my head.

"Your kids, your problem."

"Edward you ass." She said in a low voice."Those are not just my kids in there. You have not given them anything in their whole lives and I have not asked you for a single thing, just like you asked. If you don't take them in they will be on the streets."

"Right along with their mother." I said. It was harsh and I wanted to take it back as soon as I said it, but I knew the damage was done.

She closed her eyes and let out a breath. "I didn't want to do this but you've given me no choice." She opened her eyes."If you don't help me I'll have to go to Carlisle and Esme." I could feel my mouth fall open."And I really don't want to have to do that."

"Fine." I said. What else could I say? She had me by the balls."How long?" I asked.

"A year." She said. I don't think I heard her right.

"I'm sorry what did you say?" I asked.

"A year." That's what I thought she said.

"Absolutely not!" I yelled. She cringed.

"I will go to Carlisle and Esme!" She yelled back.

I heard a voice crash in the kitchen and looked at the doorway. The little girls head popped out.

"It's fine." She said. "You may just have to buy a new pepper shaker." Then went back into the kitchen. Bella turned back to me with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Either they stay with daddy or with their grandparents." She said. I sighed, she was always so stubborn. I realized that Carlisle and Esme would have to know sometime if the kids would be staying with me and I would rather they hear it from me than Bella.

"Fine." I said. "One year and when you come back they go with you and I don't ever have to see you again." She nodded."And you'll stop sending me the pictures." I requested.

"So you did open them." She said. I shook my head.


"Then how the hell did you know they were pictures and not letters?" She asked. Damn, she got me.

"Fine, just stop sending them." I demanded. She nodded."Where is their stuff?" I asked.

"In the car." She said. "I'll go get it." She left the door open as she went outside and brought back two suitcases with two folded blankets over them.

"Is that all you can carry?" I asked amused. She was not.

"That's all we own." She said tensely. I looked away from her until she began to walk to me. She took out a piece of paper from her pocket and unfolded it handing it to me."This is for them." She said nodding towards the kitchen."Things you do and things you don't." She said coming to the side and pointed to one side of the paper that said Logan.

"Logan has hearing aids because he lost his hearing when he was three. He'll always have them on except when he's sleeping, but they won't always be up, sometimes he turns them down. He won't bother you as much as his sister will but when he does ask you for something, you give it to him. You might have to say things more than once to get his attention. He's also allergic to fish and he won't eat anything with onions in it."

"Is that all?" I asked sarcastically. Dang, Bella was right I did become an asshole. She laughed sarcastically.

"Mary Elizabeth will bother you a lot and probably make your life a living hell." She said. I looked at her.

"Why am I letting them stay again?" I asked.

"She knows everything and she's very demanding." She says then points to the list on the other side."She's sneaky and knows how to push peoples buttons; she's very protective of Logan as you can clearly see."

"Yep, I can see that."

"She's fatally allergic to walnuts and she doesn't cope well with people talking shit about me." I gave her the 'seriously?' look."I know it sounds like I'm trying to save my own ass but its true. She has to know where Logan is at all times and she usually isn't far from him." She folded the paper back up and gave it to me.

"I'm trusting you to watch them Edward." She said."I know you never wanted them but just try not to kill them." She said jokingly. She gave me one last smile before walking to the door.

"Wait." I said. She turned back to me."Aren't you going to say goodbye to them?" I asked. Sure I did tell her I didn't want them but leaving without saying goodbye sounded kinda shitty to me.

"They know the situation and they have a phone so they can call me anytime they want." She said before leaving. I stood there and waited until I heard her loud ass truck start and then drive away. I turned around ready to go into the kitchen to get them but they were right behind me.

"So…"I said."How 'bout them Mets?" I asked. The girl, Mary Elizabeth looked at me like I was crazy. She rolled her eyes before walking past me to the stairs.

"Just shut up and show us where our room is sperm donor." I sighed as she stomped up the rest of the stairs. I looked at Logan but he was still reading his book. I looked at the title and groaned. He was reading Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief. A book about a boy who feels abandoned by his father. I was not going to last the next day let alone the next year.



I opened my eyes feeling sunlight on my face. I smiled a bit before I remembered that mom closes our curtains every night.

I opened my eyes and sat up. I was close to freaking out before I remembered what happened last night and immediately looked beside me to see Logan, not sleeping but laying towards me reading a book. I internally wondered if he went to sleep.
He looked up when he felt my gaze on him, he sat up and put his book down. I couldn't help but look and saw he was reading. He was reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I could have sworn he was reading something about a kid named Peter yesterday.

He had all of his fingers except for his pointy finger curled into his palm and his leftover finger pointing at himself.


Then with the fingertips of his right hand touching the center of his chest, palm facing in, he moved his hand downward a short distance.


Of course he was hungry. It was probably two in the afternoon or something. I had a tendency to sleep in late.

I checked to see if he had his hearing aides in. He didn't, he never did unless I made him. Whenever he did put them on they were always turned down. I put them on him and turned them up slightly.

"Let's go to the kitchen, but be super quiet. I don't want another awkward run in with Edward." I said getting out of bed.

I went to our suit cases and pulled out a pair of socks. I tossed them to him and he put them on. I already had mine on. I walked over to him and he glared at me. I used my right hand, curling the three middle fingers in and leaving the thumb and my pinkie out in some sort of cowabonga sign and tapped my chin twice bringing my head slightly down the second time.

'What's wrong?'

Both of his hands were open about 7 inches apart. He put them on one side of his waist and then the other. To anyone else it would mean 'I bought a new pair of pants.'


I looked down at my bottom half to see I wasn't wearing any. I gave him a small smile. It's so easy to forget that I take off my pants at night. It's just so dang comfortable.
I pulled on my pair of orange pajama pants and we went downstairs. We made it into the kitchen without any problems and I signed for him to sit down at the table.

I moved toward the fridge and opened it. There were all sorts of ready-to-eat-things in there, but I didn't know if Edward would be okay with that. I may be mean and a bit of a buttmunch sometimes but I don't steal...Well I did once but not from anyone's house. I took out a carton of eggs and some bacon. If there's one thing I knew I couldn't find in there it was cereal.

I looked around for the pans and other things I would need. I found plates and a strainer but I couldn't find the pans. I turned to my brother when I heard him bang on the table. He pointed to the top cabinet on the right side of the sink. I stood on my tippy-toes and opened it, and guess what? Pans. Logan smiled smugly and stuck out his tongue.

"Don't get cocky."I said taking the one I needed down. I put it on the gas stove and turned it on waiting for it to get hot. Once it did I put in half the pack of bacon inside and it sizzled as the raw meat touched the pan. I turned back to Logan and crossed two fingers on each finger and broke them apart going down. I was pretty sure that was the sign for eggs. He nodded. I brought my index finger towards me, then laid my left hand flat, palm up and put my right hand on top of it in a thumbs up position.

'Come help.'

He got up and came over to me as I got a bowl out of the top shelf. I put it in his hands and he went to the island. I got a pair of tongs out the drawer and flipped the bacon over before looking back to check on Logan He was doing pretty well. He was cracking the eggs, but he only had to fish pieces of shell out two times.

I walked to the other end of the counter and ripped a few paper towels off the roll. I folded them over each other and sat them on a plate before placing the strainer on top of it. I picked the bacon out of the pan out of the tongs and sat them in the strainer.

I turned the aisle down a little and turned back to my brother. He was adding a bit of salt to the eggs and then stirred them with a whisk. I didn't even hear him move. I stomped on the floor and he turned around after feeling the vibrations. I would have just told him to turn around but I was trying to teach him how to use his other senses.
I put my hands in the cow-a-bung-ya sign just sideways and moved it around so it was the other way. Then I pointed to the bowl, after I curved my left hand like I was holding a cup and then put my other hand inside.

'Put it in.'

He picked up the bowl and did as I asked. I never cleaned out the pan before putting the eggs in after the bacon. It gave it more flavor.

I put the bowl in the sink and hand Logan a spatula so he can make sure the eggs come apart while cooking. I got the whisk, the tongs and the knife I used to cut the bacon and washed them along with the bowls. I sat them in the rack before taking the plates off the counter and sitting them next to the stove.

"Are you almost done with the eggs?" I asked. I would have signed but I didn't know the sign for 'almost' yet. It was a work in progress. He nodded, before turning off the stove. He scooped some eggs onto both of the plates and I place bacon on them. "Take them to the table." I said. "I'm gonna see if there's any fruit in the fridge." He did as I asked while rolling his eyes. I always made it a priority that he eat or drink something healthy everyday. If not at home then at school.

I was a very complex person.

I looked in the fridge and saw a container of strawberries so I took those out and took them to the table. Once I sat down I tipped a couple of them onto his plate and a few on mine. I held my hands together and tapped my mouth three times and then pointed up.

'Eat up.'

He rolled his eyes and picked up his fork. I had just taken a bite of a strawberry when Edwardo walked in.

'There's food on the stove if you want some.' I signed. He just looked at me strangely. 'What?' I signed to Logan. He put down his fork and signed back.

'He doesn't speak sign language.' He reminded me.

"Oh yeah." I said. I looked at Edison. "There's food on the stove if you want some."

"You cooked?' He asked as if I shouldn't be able to do that.

"Yeah." I said. I looked at Logan and he held his throat pretending to choke. "I'm not trying to poison you, Edmund."

"Edward." He corrected.

"Tomato, tamato." I waved it off. I knew his name was Edward, I just liked pissing him off.

"I have to get to work." He said awkwardly. Then he just stood there. "Well, bye." He said turning around.

"Wait!" I called. He came back. "What about us?"

"What about you?" He asked. "Don't you have school?"

"For one; you don't exactly live in our school district, and for two; I got suspended yesterday, which means I can't go to school and he's not going with out me." He sighed before pinching the bridge of his nose and mumbling something under his breath. "Who are Esme and Carlisle?" I asked. He looked up at me.

"My parents." Then he snapped his fingers like he just had a shining light bulb moment.


Why didn't I just think of this before. I'll have my parents watch them until I get off of work. Parent do that right?

I shook my head with a sigh. They would ask to many questions and Alice will probably be there and ask them a million questions, and Emily Elizabeth over there will tell her everything. Then I had another thought.

"Okay. go get dressed." I told them. "I'm dropping you off at a friends house." Logan did some weird hand thing.

"He wants to know who." Elise said.

"My very good friend Lauren."

So Bella had Eddie take the kids. Didn't see that coming did ya? Did you read how he changed into an asshole in .1 seconds?

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Next Chapter: Edward introduces the twins to his very good friend Lauren and Mary Elizabeth doesn't take to kindly to her babysitting methods. Also Edward meets the twins Aunt Rose and she gets dragged into a...family affair.


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