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Tissue warning on this…wifey got mad enough to threaten me with the only leverage she has on me fic wise, but know I had a reason for doing it. (I promise it isn't heartfail, just unexpected for her.) Thank you all for your love on this story. I started this not sure I could do it, write the drabble-ish sized chapters and keep a pace to finish it without any major delays, and I did. Here's a glimpse into that long and happy life for this pair.



I sat in my bedroom, looking around at the boxes that sat packed and stacked around my room and tried really hard not to cry. I was so nervous about making the trip down to California tomorrow with my parents to get me settled into my college dorm, but it was time. I wasn't a little girl anymore.

My whole life was in Forks, and it seemed so weird that I wouldn't be living here in the room my dad had made for me after the twins got older. Going off to college was the only way I could honor my grandfather and see my dream come true. Because like Grandpa Carlisle, I was going to be a doctor.

I was the only one of us that really remembered him, because I was almost five when he died, but we had plenty of videos of holidays and funny stories that everyone told us to make up for him not being here. And it was also the reason for Dad's biggest rule with us, we could never leave angry. It was hard to understand it when we were younger, but he told us that there had been years when he and grandpa hadn't really talked because of little things that were easily fixed, and he was happy that they were able to become close again before his accident.

A logging truck blew out a tire right by the turn to my grandparent's house, and when he swerved to miss the logs he lost control and his car went into the ditch. Grandpa Charlie had been the one to find him.

Anthony had been three, but my mom was still pregnant with Randy and Carlie when he died, so they named Carlie after Grandpa Carlisle. Mom always said it was a sign that she had his eyes.

Grandma Esme still lived in the house she and Grandpa Carlisle owned, and she kept telling me that she would leave it to me so another Cullen doctor could live there when the time came. I would be worried about it if she didn't plan to have houses for all of her grandkids. Her passion for realty and the money she'd earned in her career, plus all of Grandpa Carlisle's money meant that we'd each have the security of having a home when we were ready to move out on our own, just like she'd done for Dad.

Granted, Anthony's was a fixer-upper, just like our home had been, which he was excited about since he was working for Dad, and wanting to take over the business someday. The two of them were already talking about the work they'd do on it the summer after he graduated high school.

The twins were a lot more introverted that Anthony and I, Randy with his video games and Carlie with her Kindle. But they were close with their friends and I knew they would grow out of the shyness. I sure would miss them, though.

Grandpa Phil had moved from Seattle to LA when he was offered a job with the Dodgers ten years ago, so I was excited to have family close by while I was at UCLA. But I thought it made Mom and Dad a little easier about the move too, because people tended to stay close in Forks.

All of Mom and Dad's friends had kids around our ages, so get-together's quickly got out of hand. A simple barbeque turned into seventy people, the adults joking that they'd done their part to repopulate Forks for the next generation.


But as much as my parents' inappropriate PDA's might squick me out, I wanted what they had someday, a guy who would look at me like I was his whole world, love me with his whole heart, and stick around when things got tough. Because my parents' might have it all together now, but they struggled when they first started out. It was why they wanted us to work so hard, so that we'd have a leg up when our turn came.

"Amanda?" I turned at the sound of my mom's voice in the doorway.

"Hey Mom," I sighed back.

"All ready for tomorrow?"

"I'm all packed, if that's what you mean," I told her, looking around the room again.

"It's tough, starting out on your own," she told me, settling in beside me on the bed. "But you'll be fine. We can Skype, and call as much as you want. And Grandpa Phil is right there, so you'll have family close by."

"But what if something happens to Grandma Esme, or Grandpa Charlie and Granny Sue, or-" I tried to reason, but she cut me off.

"Then you'll be on the next flight home, but honey, you can't put your life on hold just because of what might be. Go with the sure thing, and we'll all be here waiting for you come Thanksgiving."

"Thanks, Mom," I said, looking over at the picture frame with two pictures of me and Grandpa Carlisle in his office. I was probably four at the time, and I was wearing his stethoscope, babbling into it like a microphone before I turned to him in the second one and listened to his heart.

I picked up the frame and tucked it into the last of the boxes sitting open, finally taping it shut.

"He'd be so proud of you, Baby," Mom whispered. "Now, why don't you go to bed, we have a lot of driving ahead of us tomorrow."

The idea of driving down with Grandma Esme in my car while Mom and Dad were in his truck made me smile, because it felt like Grandpa Carlisle would be there with me in spirit.

"Okay, Mom, see you in the morning."

I turned off the light and climbed into bed, ready for the next part of my life to begin in the morning.