<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248599516219227782</id><updated>2024-11-05T18:56:30.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>❤  ♜ ✍</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardcullendiary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248599516219227782/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardcullendiary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248599516219227782/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Edward Cullen diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02792092592320717566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248599516219227782.post-7646236131688049717</id><published>2012-02-28T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-28T23:54:45.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&#39;&#39;I never thought this would happen&#39;&#39;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&#39;&#39;thank you for reading edward cullen diray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardcullendiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7646236131688049717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwardcullendiary.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-never-thought-this-would-happen_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248599516219227782/posts/default/7646236131688049717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248599516219227782/posts/default/7646236131688049717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardcullendiary.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-never-thought-this-would-happen_28.html' title='&#39;&#39;I never thought this would happen&#39;&#39;'/><author><name>Edward Cullen diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02792092592320717566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248599516219227782.post-6655948097215126432</id><published>2012-02-28T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-29T23:32:59.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&#39;&#39;I never thought this would happen&#39;&#39;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;‘’hey renesmee would you like to go hunting with us?’’ I asked, she shook her head no ‘’actually I am tired, I think I’ll stay here’’ renesmee said,&lt;br /&gt;I checked on ness before we left she was sound asleep, Bella and I just enjoyed ourselves, before we knew it we were in Canada, we ran back at full speed, and still got home in the morning, I didn’t hear nessies thoughts so I was kind of worried so I went and looked in her room, and she was not there, and from that moment I knew where she really was, I growled and ran, as fast as my feet could carry me, Bella just followed behind me, I slammed Jacobs house door open, went straight to the bedroom slammed that door open , nessie jumped up a bit, and was whipping her eyes when I yelled ‘’Jacob!’’ he jumped up off of the bed, his eyes weary, I narrowed my eyes looked at nessie ‘’renesmee Cullen would you like to explain why when me and your mother got home you where not their?’’ I said, Bella told me to calm down, I did as she said, Jacob, was explain everything in his mind, I sighed very well, you can’t even to begin how fumed I was, I told ness to get up and say good bye to Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;She hugged him, said good bye, then tilted her head up, and kissed him, for what seemed like forever, Bella chuckled, and they both came up for air gasping, we got home ness took a shower got dressed and, walked out, Bella just put the plate down on the table,nessie just sat there, for a bit, ‘’ mom, dad I really am sorry it’s just that I woke up and I was missing Jake so I went, to go see him, and we were watching TV and I fell asleep’’ nessie said. I nodded Jacob explained it to me already. ‘’But your grounded for one week, nessie you broke a rule that’s not acceptable’’ I said, she just shook her head, and ate her breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it has been about three days since the fight, I have heard rose thoughts all day, she was trying to figure out away to say thanks to Jacob, for helping her, I thought this day would never come, rose actually thanking someone, wow. Jacob came in the front door, and rose tensed up, knowing she was out of time to think, as soon as Jacob came in, she walked over to him and asked if she could talk to him for a second, ( hey Edward she not trying to do something to me is she?) Jacob asked in his mind, I shook my head no, he nodded, ‘’sure Blondie’’ Jacob said. of course they didn’t go out of hearing distance so everyone could hear them, rose sighed ‘’okay mutt I know we have had our differences in the past, and all but I would like to, thank you for getting that vampire off my back, (oh wow what do I say to that?) Jacob thought, ‘’oh um ugh this is kind of weird but thank you Rosalie, that may be the nicest thing you have ever said to me’’ Jacob said. Bella walked over to me and smiled and grabbed my hand, rose and Jacob walked in, everyone was looking at them, ‘’ what!’ Jacob and rose said at the same time, we all just laughed, Emmett was fixing to say something, but rose glared at him, and he just sighed and walked into the living room to watch the game, ness was helping esme in her office, so it was a while before they came down, but when she saw Jake in the kitchen she ran up to him and he caught her, picked her up and put her on the counter, I smiled and shut the door to give them some privacy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&#39;&#39;thank you for reading Edwards diary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardcullendiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6655948097215126432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwardcullendiary.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-never-thought-this-would-happen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248599516219227782/posts/default/6655948097215126432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248599516219227782/posts/default/6655948097215126432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardcullendiary.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-never-thought-this-would-happen.html' title='&#39;&#39;I never thought this would happen&#39;&#39;'/><author><name>Edward Cullen diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02792092592320717566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248599516219227782.post-9119620714996015946</id><published>2012-02-15T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-29T23:27:46.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&#39;&#39;Ness, do you want to go hunting with your Mother and I?&#39;&#39; &amp;nbsp;I can&#39;t&amp;nbsp;believe what Jacob did to Renesmee&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;My love, I have tried with all my being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;to grasp a form comparable to thine own,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;but nothing seems worthy;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;I know now why Shakespeare could not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;compare his love to a summer’s day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;It would be a crime to denounce the beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;of such a creature as thee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;to simply cast away the precision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;God had placed in forging you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;Each facet of your being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;whether it physical or spiritual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;is an ensnarement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;from which there is no release.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;But I do not wish release.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;I wish to stay entrapped forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;With you for all eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;Our hearts, always as one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;- Anthony Kolos –&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;strike&gt;‘’I want to go back to school’’ Renesmee blurted. ‘’ we can’t take a chance, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;strike&gt;In another three&amp;nbsp; hundred years and Alice was just seeing Apples&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;strike&gt;‘’but mom—‘’&amp;nbsp; Bella sighed and kissed Renesmee on &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;strike&gt;My answer is final were not going back to school. Why don’t you go &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;strike&gt;‘’Edward, what if I’m not strong enough.’’ Bella blurted out, while pacing back and forth in our bedroom. ‘’Edward, what if… I can’t hold the Volturi off. What if I’m only strong enough to hold off a few people? Edward they don’t just have a few people they have a army.’’ She stopped pacing for a moment and looked at me with doubt in her eyes. As usual she was doubting her own strength. ‘’Bella—‘’ I sighed and took a step closer to her. ‘’you’re the strongest person I know. Now stop doubting yourself.’’ &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;strike&gt;‘’But—‘’ I growled. ‘’Ugh uh, that wasn’t a request that was a demand.’’ I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into me. breathing in her scent, and kissing the nape of her neck and working my way up to her lips. ‘’Mmm, this is very distracting.’’ I smiled pulling away a bit, about to give her a snarky comment when Alice burst through the door. ‘’sorry to interrupt, but I need Bella.’’ Bella groaned. ‘’not know Alice.’’ Alice smiled. ‘’Bella we can do this the easy way or the hard way. But I would go the easy way and save us some time.’’ Bella groaned again and muttered a fine and walked out the door. &amp;nbsp;If she only knew that Alice planned to take her shopping for new clothes. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d; font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strike&gt;‘’I’m sorry I murmured ‘’so much for thoroughness. I didn’t think about how hot you would be with me gone. I’ll have an air conditioner installed before I leave again.’’ Bella froze for a seconded and then tried to get up but I had my arms around her she finally yelled a ‘’Excuse me!’’ she gasped trying to get free from my arms I dropped my hold automatically.  She ran to the bathroom with her hands clamped over her mouth. I followed her to the bathroom where she was crouched over the toilet and was violently vomiting. ‘’Bella? What’s wrong?’’ I asked as I held her anxiously, keeping her hair out of her face.  ‘’Damn rancid chicken,’’ she moaned taking in deep breaths. ‘’Are you all right?’’ I asked in a strained voice. ‘’I’m fine’’ she panted. ‘’It’s just food poisoning. You don’t need to see this. Go away.’’ I chuckled under my breath and muttered ‘’Not likely, Bella.’’ &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d; font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strike&gt;‘’Go away, Edward.’’ She moaned again. trying to get up so she could rinse her mouth out.  I helped her trying to be as gentle as possible. I ignored her weak shoves she aimed at me. After she rinsed and brushed her teeth I carried her back to the bed and sat her down carefully, supporting her with my arms. ‘’Food poisoning?’’ I asked. ‘’Yeah,’’ she croaked. ‘’I made some chicken last night. It tasted off, so I threw it out. But I ate a few bites first.’’ I put my hand across her clammy forehead. And she sighed ‘’how do you feel know?’’  she thought for a moment before answering.  ‘’Pretty normal. A little hungry, actually.’’ I narrowed my eyes at her for a moment and nodded. ‘’here drink this,’’ I handed her a glass of water. ‘’and see if you can keep this down for a hour and then I will make you some eggs.’’ We watched CNN as she lounged drowsily across my lap. i got bored with the news so I just listened to her perfect heart beat. &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d; font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strike&gt;She twisted around to kiss me but just like this morning she lurched up with a hand tight over her mouth. She ran to the kitchen sink and vomited. I sighed and held her hair again. Maybe I could talk her into seeing a doctor…  ‘’Maybe we should go back to Rio, and see a doctor.’’ I suggested anxiously while she was rinsing her mouth out. I didn’t like that she was vomiting what if she caught a disease or something. She shook her head and edged toward the hallway. ‘’I’ll be fine after I brush my teeth.’’ I rolled my eyes and watched her walk into the bedroom. I paced up and down the hallway waiting for her to come out but she didn’t. I knocked on the door softly and didn’t get a answer I waited a moment more before talking ‘’Are you well?’’ I asked through the door ‘’Did you get sick again?’’  &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d; font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strike&gt;‘’yes and no.’’ bella muttered ‘’Bella? Can I please come in?’’ I asked worriedly ‘’O…kay’’  I walked in and appraised her position. She was sitting cross-legged on the floor by the suitcase her expression, was blank and staring. I sat next her and slid my hand onto her forehead at once feeling to see is she had a temperature. ‘’What’s wrong?’’ I asked softly ‘’how many days has it been since the wedding?’’ she whispered. &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d; font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strike&gt;‘’Seventeen,’’ I answered automatically ‘’Bella, what is it?.’’ she held up a finger cautioning for me to wait.’’ i sat there silently counting One Mississippi Two Mississippi Three Mississippi that’s it! I can’t take it anymore. ‘’Bella.’’ I whispered urgently. ‘’I’m losing my mind over here.’’ She reached into the suit case and fumbled around for a minute and then pulled out a little blue box. It took me a seconded to realize what it was.  I stared at her in utter confusion. ‘’what? Are you trying to pass this illness off as PMS?’’ &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d; font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strike&gt;‘’No,’’ she choked out. ‘’No, Edward. I’m trying to tell you that my period is five days late.  I just sat there still like I statue. I’m sure I didn’t make a expression at all. ‘’ I don’t think I have food poisoning,’’ she added I still didn’t answer her I was still shocked at what she said.  it felt like I was 1,000 miles away I couldn’t see her all I saw was a blur. I heard the phone ring but I couldn’t move I just stayed there frozen like a statue. I felt Bella&#39;s hands searching my pockets for the phone but I still didn’t move. I heard the conversation but it was all a blur. I didn’t completely snap out of my frozen state until bella said she felt something move inside of her. my head snapped up and met her eyes they looked frightened. I snapped my hand out waiting for her to put the phone in my hand. ‘’Um, I think Edward wants to talk to you.’’ &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d; font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strike&gt;‘’Put him on.’’ I heard Carlisle on the other side. She put the phone in my outstretched hand. ‘’Is it possible?’’ I asked. ‘’I’m not sure. But if something is growing inside of her then we need to know what it is.’’ &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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(Edward? If your listening to me, don’t over-react, oh what the heck am I doing? I know you will. so here, I asked your daughter to marry me, and I want your consent.) and that thought right there drove me through the wall. I Heard the car door slam and I was already out the door. I went straight to Jacob, even though he is about four feet taller than me, I still grabbed him by the neck. And pulled him to eye level, ‘’please tell me this is a joke!’’ I exclaimed he didn’t say anything.  I was furious ‘’you worthless mutt, you think you can be chivalrous?,’’ I growled  ‘’ and then ask my daughter to marry you, it’s absolutely absurd. It would be a illicit marriage! She’s seven years old and your 26!’’  I tightened my hand around Jacob’s neck. his face was turning red, and he was trying to gasp for air, I was surprised he didn’t fight me. Renesmee tugged on my arm, I let her pull me away. I didn’t really want to kill him. Just wake him up so he would see how this was all just a big mix up. ‘’I knew you wouldn’t be opened minded!’’  Renesmee exclaimed    ‘’ you just don’t understand!.’’ I turned around to Renesmee.  ‘’honey I do understand but your n—‘’ she cut me off. ‘’don’t even bother! I—‘’ she stuttered. ‘’I- I hate you!’’, I froze in mid second. I never thought I would hear my daughter tell me those two words. Those two words that made my un-beating heart ache. Renesmee gasped realizing what she said. she looked at me with her chocolate brown eyes, she backed up and then ran off into the house. I closed my eyes for a second. And then reopened them, to see Bella standing in front of me with her hands over her mouth, and her eyes  wide. She looked at me for a second before talking. ‘’I’ll go talk to her,’’ Bella muttered, I sighed. ‘’ no I’ll go talk to her.’’ the walk up to her room seemed like forever.  I opened Renesmee’s door slowly and peeked in at her. she was laying on her bed huddled up in a fetal position sobbing. ‘’Renesmee Honey—‘’ I walked over to her bed and sat in-front of her. ‘’Renesmee Honey look at me’’, she lifted her head up and her face was streaked with tears. My heart ached for her. ‘’D-Dad I’m sorry I didn’t mean to say—‘’ I cut her off ‘’I know you were just upset, we all say things we don’t mean sometimes.’’ She looked straight into my eyes her face wary as if she excepted me to yell at her. ‘’Dad I love him.’’ I sighed ‘’I know, that’s why I am going to let you two stay engaged.’’  She narrowed her eyes ‘’what do you mean? Stay engaged?’’  ‘’I mean I am going to let you two stay engaged until your 17 then you two can get married.’’  Her brows shot up ‘’why can’t we get married know?’’  she asked with a glare ‘’because your two young right know.’’ She threw her hands up in the air and let them fall down ‘’in age yes but I look like I am 18 and I feel like I am 18’’,  I smiled ‘’yes hun you do look like your 18 but your only seven and your not getting married until your 17.’’  A single tear leaked down her face. ‘’ But dad what if we die? What if I never get to marry Jacob? I want to be tied to him in every humanly way possible before I die. And that won’t happen if were dead.’’  I froze and just sat there for a moment before responding ‘’Renesmee honey, were  not going to die.’’ She laughed at me with a blunt expression ‘’Dad you can’t lie to me.’’ I narrowed my eyes at her ‘’I’m not lying to you.’’ She grunted and stood up. ‘’dad you can’t promise that, that we won’t get killed.’’ She walked over to her window and stood there looking out into the forest. She turned back around and glanced at me. ‘’Dad I know you want to believe were stronger then the—‘’ I interrupted her  and smiled  ‘’Renesmee darling, we may not be stronger then the Volturi but your mom can hold  physical attacks. So they won’t be able to touch us.’’  Renesmee looked at me for a moment and smiled. ‘’Mom has a new power.’’ She said thoughtfully…&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d; font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Hey babe, I just wanted to write you this little letter to let you know&lt;br /&gt;
I left for forks last night, but I should be back before lunch time. Okay well I wanted this to be a  romantic letter but you can see how far that is going. I guess  I’m not the romantic type but anyways. When I get back I want to take you to dinner. So  be ready when I get back. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d; font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I stepped out of the shower and put my bathrobe on. I walked into my bedroom and looked at the alarm clock it was just know turning 12:15 I still couldn’t believe I slept till 11:10 I walked into my closet and looked for something to wear. Cashmere? Cotton? I sighed. this is a job for Alice. I put on my slippers and walked to Alice and jasper’s room. I gasped when the door opened. Jasper was walking out. He smiled at me and nodded. ‘’how are you doing today Nessie?’’ I smiled ‘’I’m doing great uncle jasper, and you?’’ he frowned ‘’it’s been a good day so far, but Alice kicked me out of the room.’’ I laughed. I started to say something but Alice grabbed me and pulled me into her room.  Alice gave me a huge smile. ‘’Renesmee!’’ I laughed ‘’Hello aunt Alice. I was wondering i—‘’ she cut me off and motioned for me to walk into her bathroom. ‘’so what are we going for?’’    ‘’well I was looking in closet and couldn’t find anything erm—‘’ I took in a deep breath and went on ‘’ sexy’’ I muttered  Alice laughed.  And motioned for me to follow her.  I took in a deep breath as I walked into her closet ‘’gee Alice! I thought  I had a lot of clothing.’’ Alice grabbed a dress in a white bag and walked over to the bed and unzipped the bag. I gasped, it was a blue silk dress that was knee length and was strapless. It was really simple but kinda sexy at the same time. ‘’will this do?’’ I nodded and she pulled me back to the bathroom. she buffed and powdered and lord knows what else.  I think I even Fell asleep when she was doing my hair. I looked at my watch and it was 4:24pm I grunted ‘’are we almost done? I haven’t ate anything today!’’ Alice laughed yeah. She walked back into her closet and came out with something black and lacy. I couldn’t exactly see what it was until she put it on the counter in-front of me. ‘’here.’’ She handed me a black silk push up bra and matching panties. I swear I turned a bright red. &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d; font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Once I had my ugh R-rated stuff on I looked at myself in the full length mirror. My eye widened dad would never let me wear this! Alice knocked on the door. ‘’are you done yet?’’ I mumbled a yes and walked out.  There was a fast blur and the dress was on me. I even had my Renesmee necklace on.  she grabbed my ankle and I almost fell she caught me though.  ‘’ugh Alice? I don’t think I can walk in 6inch high heels.’’  Alice just tugged me along not saying a word. Until she finished.  she turned the chair around a screamed a ‘’wa-la!’’ I jumped , I didn’t recognize myself.  I looked at least 18/19  my hair was straight, I had a brown smoky eye, paired with nude lips. And the dress oh the dress looked so beautiful. I stood up and examined my self. I gasped I never realized I had that many curves. Alice smiled completely happy with everything. I was still astonished and the push up bra was doing some good work! I had cleavage! I wasn’t used to this.  I looked at myself for a long time before Alice pouted her lip. ‘’you don’t like it?’’, I looked at her confused ‘’what do you mean?!? I love it! I don’t have words for how much I love it! your amazing at this whole make-over thing!’’ Alice smiled ‘’I thought you would like it.’’   I rolled my eyes. We walked back into her room and the clock said 6:31. Jacob had already been home for a hour I was egger to see him egger to see his reaction. It was then that I realized it was time to go down stairs. I had a panic attack. Alice laughed. ‘’your just like your mother! Come on you look great.’’ She nudged me toured the door. I walked into the living room and dad, Jacob, mom Rosalie and Emmett where all sitting and watching football I rolled my eyes and Alice chuckled. Everyone turned around. I saw all there eyes go wide at once. I looked at dad pleading. Dad don’t get mad I had no take in this Alice picked everything out! He laughed and nodded. ‘’wow girl you look hot.’’ Rose muttered  mom smiled ‘’my baby girl is growing up.’’ and Jacob was still speechless.  ‘’wow ness.’’ Was all he could say. I sighed  ‘’a cat got your tongue Jacob?’’ Emmett asked , Jacob shook his head as if clearing the fog. ‘’wow ness you look stunning.’’ I smiled and twirled around &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d; font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strike&gt;‘’Jake? Where are we going? I asked for the 100th time.’’ Jacob chuckled ‘’were almost there.’’ He pulled onto the dirt rd and came to a complete stop. ‘’wait, what? Where are we going? I’m not dresses for a dirt rd or hike…’’ Jacob laughed ‘’I know were almost to our destination.’’ I sighed and let him lead me through the woods. ‘’close your eyes’’ Jacob muttered in a husky tone. I was surprised he never used that tone unless he was nervous. He pulled me a little ways and then stopped. ‘’okay open your eyes.’’ I did as he said. I gasped ‘’Jacob this is beautiful.’’  It was like a little meadow.  Daisy’s and red tulips my favorite flower’s  and lilac.  ‘’did you do this?’’ I asked taking in the rest of the place. There was a white picnic blanket with candles and rose peddles and little trays…  ‘’yes, yes I did all by myself. Your mother was telling me about a little meadow her and Edward used to visit in forks and I figured why not make our own.’’ I tear leaked down my face and he looked at my confused. ‘’why are you crying?’’,  he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into him. ‘’everything’s just so beautiful.’’ I muttered, into his shoulder.  He pulled back and gestured to the blanket ‘’shall we?’’  I nodded and we sat down.  He pulled the lid off the tray. I started laughing ‘’steak and French-fries!’’ he laughed to… &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d; font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strike&gt;He pulled out two wine glasses, with white wine and I almost had a heart attack. ‘’Jake! I’m not old enough to drink! White wine.’’ He shrugged his shoulders ‘’one glass won’t hurt plus it fits the occasion.’’ I narrowed my eyes. I took a small sip of the wine and man was it nasty! It had a awful bitter taste. I set the glass down and smiled. It was then that I realized something was in my glass.  ‘’ugh Jake? There is something in my glass.’’ He nodded  I looked down to see if I could get it out. It took a moment before I realized what it was. It was a ring! I looked up and Jacob was sitting on one knee with a rose in his hand. he grabbed my hand and took in a deep breath. ‘’Renesmee Carlie Cullen. Would you do the honor of making me the luckiest man in the world and marry me?’’  i couldn’t process his words. I just looked at him with a gleam in my eye. I shook my head and tried to clear the fog. ‘’Jacob—I-I ugh don’t know what to say—‘’  I mumbled ‘’I-I-I UGH  yes of course I will!!’’  he let out a breath of relief. And poured the glass of wine out. The ring. oh it was beautiful, it was a simple ban. it had diamonds rapped all the way around the ban and on the inside it read. Que Quowle which in Quileute&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d; font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strike&gt;‘’ugh a girl named apple—‘’ Emmett burst out laughing ‘’is pear and banana her sister?’’ I growled. ‘’Emmett, that’s her real name!’’ Alice snapped rubbing her temples. I put my hand on her shoulder and at the time I did she started to have a vision, and I happened to have the vision with her. We where outside, the moon was full, Alice walked out of the northern side of the woods, her hands to her face. Her eyes froze on a scene by my feet. I looked down, to see Amanda laying on the forest floor with a broken neck and Apple sitting on her knees with blood all over her face screaming, for help. She looked up at me. ‘’what’s happening to me? I’m a monster.’’ Her eyes where blood red, ‘’what’s happening, to me?!’’, she screamed. And the vision ended. ‘’what does that mean?’’, Alice whispered. ‘’what did you see?’’, Bella asked. Alice didn’t answer, (What did you two see?) Bella thought. My hand was still frozen on Alice’s shoulder. when  I turned around to Bella. ‘’Apple killed, Amanda.’’ Bella’s teeth rattled. ‘’what does that mean? Was she a vampire?’’  I nodded. Bella gasped ‘’how?’’, I looked into Bella’s Topaz eyes and whispered ‘’I don’t know.’’ We all stood there still as a rock, we didn’t even move when Jacob walked into the room. We all just stood there, not breathing not blinking nothing. ‘’this is, um weird. What’s going on?’’ no one answered Jacob. His mind played to the flash back, when the Volturi gathered to kill us all. He started to shake, ‘’ Are the Volturi  coming?’’, he  asked between clenched teeth. That’s when everyone unfroze. ‘’no Jacob, we think someone knows our secret.’’ His eyes looked relived, but then he realized what we said, and his eyes widened….&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d; font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strike&gt;‘’But Edward why do we have to go to school? One time was enough for me,’’ Bella groaned. ‘’Bella love were doing this because of Renesmee.’’ she sighed ‘’I suppose your right,’’ I smiled and gave her a light kiss. ‘’you’re no wearing that are you?’’ Alice said in a sharp tone.  ‘’I guess not,’’ Bella muttered. Alice brightened up, ‘’good I got just the dress for you,’’  Bella narrowed her eyes, ‘’um Alice just in case you don’t know, it’s like -4 degrees outside, and to a human wearing a dress is not going to cut it, it’s not warm enough, we don’t want to draw any attention.’’ Alice laughed ‘’whatever you say Bella,’’ alice laid some clothing on the bed a demanded Bella to change. ‘’whatever Alice.’’ Bella ended up wearing a blue shirt with a cardigan, and blue jean pants, with flats and the Cullen crest around her neck. Bella smiled ‘’ready?’’ I nodded. We walked down stairs Renesmee was eating some scrambled eggs and toast I smiled she looked like a little angel. (Edward are you ready to—) I cut her off with a nod.  ‘’renesmee honey—‘’ bella smiled when Renesmee turned around, ‘’your father and I—‘’ bella thought for a second. ‘’well the whole family and your father and I have something we would like to give you,’’ Renesmee’s eyes sparkled.  I pulled out the little necklace that we had made for Renesmee. I handed it to her and she said thank you. When she opened the velvet container a tear slid down her cheek. ‘’thank you mommy and daddy,’’ Bella wiped the tear form her cheek. ‘’it’s from all of us.’’ Bella pointed at Carlisle, Esme, Alice, Jasper, Rosalie, Emmett  Renesmee ran her slender finger of the crest. Bella smiled and grabbed the necklace and wrapped it around Renesmee’s neck….&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d; font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I  knocked on Renesmee’s Door  ‘’come in Daddy.’’ She muttered. ‘’  when I walked in she was standing in front of her full length mirror.  She had on a brown dress that was knee length,  it had a bow in the front, it was also strapless like the brides maid’s dresses, she had on 1 inch heels, her hair was in a elegant bun, and two pieces of hair in the front framing her face, and a locket that Bella gave her for Christmas.  ‘’you look utterly stunning honey.’’ She blushed a bright pink. ‘’thanks dad. You look handsome your-self.’’ I rolled my eyes ( Hey Edward send Nessie down here so I can get her makeup done) I chuckled ‘’ I think your Aunt Alice wants you in makeup pronto.’’&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d; font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strike&gt;‘’It’s time!’’ Alice yelled  ‘’  Edward you and bella will walk out first. Than Edward  will walk to the piano and start playing the songs. And then jasper and I will walk out. Than Renesmee and Jacob, and then Rosalie, everyone got that?!’’ Alice yelled she had on the same red dress as Bella, and her hair was spiky like normal.  ‘’okay Edward, Bella take your places.’’  Bella put her arm through mine. And we started walking down the small isle. The sun beamed out, making my skin glitter, like a million little diamonds. Emmett was standing there under the arch  smiling like a fool Alice walked out, With jasper  than Renesmee and Jacob. I strode over to the piano that was sitting under the tree. And started playing here comes the bride, everyone stood up when Rosalie and Carlisle were in view. She had on a simple white wedding dress, that was strapless, and beaded at the bust line, the dress fell against her body making her looks elegant. I was surprised when she picked the dress. She said that outside weddings were made to be romantic and not fancy. Her hair was pulled up in a simple bun. It was similar to what Renesmee’s looked like but more elegant. she held a small bouquet that had three Lilly’s and Two Orange Blossoms..... &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d; font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Charlie walked in ‘’hey um do you think we could go hunting today?’’ Charlie asked his eyes still blood red. ‘’of course dad, Edward do you want to come?’’ Bella asked. (Hey Edward if you can hear me… than I want you to know that I need to talk to Bella alone about something) Charlie thought. ‘’oh actually I think I’m going to stay  here I need to talk to Emmett about something.’’ She frowned a little bit. ‘’don’t fret my love. I’ll be here when you get back.’’ I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her in for a hug. (Thanks Edward) I nodded my head slightly. I gave Bella a slight peck on the cheek and went to Emmett and Rosalie’s room. It wasn’t a lie I really did need to talk to him. ‘’hey bro!’’ Emmett yelled as I walked into his room. ‘’hey, monkey man’’ he winked at me.  ‘’I need to ask you something bro to bro.’’  his eyes twinkled ‘’well if it’s about you and be—‘’ I cut him off short ‘’no it’s about you and Rosalie.’’ His eyes twinkled at the sound of Rosalie’s name. he started thinking about what him and rose—  ‘’ don’t you dare finish that thought Emmett’’ he sighed ‘’sorry bro. but you know how we get when—‘’ I cut him off ‘’yes I do know. But there’s a little Renesmee in the house know and she knows what that stuff is.  if you must do it. Than please rent a hotel, go into the woods, I don’t care as long as it’s not in this house.’’ He stifled a grin I rolled my eyes. ‘’remember what I said.’’ as I walked out of the room he muttered ‘’sure sure.’’ &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d; font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strike&gt;The dress slipped off Bella’s shoulder’s leaving her in A black lacy push up bra, and black lacy panties. My eyes studied over her body. She was pure perfection.  her body arched toward me.  as I wrapped my arms around her slender waist pulling her against me. as our bodies entwined she moaned out in pure pleaser. I could see the white hot passion in her eyes. &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d; font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Bella’s head was resting against my chest now. As my fingers traveled, up and down, her spine. We laid there in the blissful silence. For a long time before  she spoke. ‘’we better head back.’’ I nodded and got up. We walked home hand in hand. Nothing could ruin our buzz. That is until we got home and Emmett made a comment of ‘’there you two are. We were looking for you but Alice said we couldn’t bother you.’’ Bella narrowed her eyes ‘’don’t even start remember we made that bet. And I clearly beat you.’’ Renesmee looked at Bella confused ‘’what bet momma?’’ Bella turned around clearly embarrassed ‘’nothing hone—‘’ Emmett burst out laughing ‘’when your mother was still a newborn. We made a bet that if she beat me at arm reselling that I couldn’t make jokes about her and, your father’s se—‘’ Bella snarled ‘’Emmett!’’ Alice laughed ‘’you’ve really done it this time.’’ She sang   (you want me to calm her? or do you want to watch Emmett get his butt kicked?) jasper thought. I chuckled and her shrugged his shoulders. ‘’bella love just come outside with me. if you attack Emmett you know you will feel, bad latter.’’ I grabbed her arm and pulled her outside. She was pacing back and forth. When Renesmee and Jacob walked outside. ‘’hey momma is everything okay?’’ Bella smiled at Renesmee ‘’of course honey  I just kind of lost my temper.’’ &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d; font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strike&gt;And here I am diary sitting down writing in you. I’ve got a surprise for Bella but I can’t say what it is yet. And as always Alice saw what I was going to do and insisted that she help me. So while bella is out taking charile hunting. Alice and I are going to met up. I’ll tell you everything when I get back. &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d; font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strike&gt;‘’Alice –‘’ I grumbled ‘’Bella doesn’t like everything to be overdone and fancy I think your taking this too far.’’ She just laughed. ‘’Edward don’t doubt me. I saw Bella in the vision and she’s going to love it!’’ she starting humming to herself while planting the violets, and daisy’s and one of Bella’s favorite flower’s ruffled tulips. She also added red tulips to represent our undying love. And purple lilac to represent first love. &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d; font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strike&gt;‘’Carlisle—’’ I said between clinched teeth ‘’how can she be going through the change again?’’  I said as I walked over to Bella. ‘’well—‘’ he stopped for a second rethinking his words ‘’I’m not for sure, but I was thinking if we can get jasper to control her feelings than maybe just maybe she will snap out of it.’’ Jasper and Alice were out hunting so I called them ‘’ Alice and you need to head back, Bella is going through the change again and Carlisle thinks if you take over her emotions than she won’t feel Charlie’s and will snap out of the change.’’ I heard whispering than the sound of wind. ‘’we’re on our way.’’ The line went dead. ‘’there on their way.’’ &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d; font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I went down stairs to tell them everything I knew but when I got down stairs they were already heading up. ‘’I already told Jazz everything’’ Alice thought. I nodded we headed back upstairs to see Charlie and Bella both withering in pain. Jasper gazed over at Bella using his power on her to make her feel, loved and calm, the feelings he wanted her to feel took over the feelings of Charlie’s change her eyes opened a little red, almost topaz, them eye’s reminded me when she was still a newborn and could beat Emmett up, ah the good days. She looked around her eyes weary, her hands were shaking. Than out of nowhere she fell to the floor laughing. We all gave her a puzzled look.  ‘’Are you okay Bella?’’ I asked she stopped laughing, and looked at me than to Jasper. ‘’Yes I am okay Jasper was just using his power on me,’’ she stiffened, realizing that Charlie was still lying on the table. &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d; font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strike&gt;‘’ Alice how much longer?’’ Bella moaned. ‘’Just ten more minutes Bella—‘’ Bella was now pacing around the room, ‘’Bella just sit down and take a deep breath.’’ Alice demanded. Bella just rolled her eyes. (When is this burning going to end? My heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest. I just need to sit here and take it like a man, breath in and breath out, ya I would except I can’t breathe my lungs there on fire) Charlie thought over and over. ‘’I can hear his thoughts now,’’ I gave a faint smile to Bella’s thoughts. (Yeah I know what he is going through. I’ve been through it two times. trust me one time is enough I’m glad Edward couldn’t hear my thought’s while I was changing) I chuckled and gave her my crooked grin. (I love that smile. if I could blush I think I would) I tried to hide my smile the best I could, her eyes narrowed (can you hear me Edward?) I didn’t answer not because I didn’t want her to know but because Charlie was about to wakeup. (Whew I guess he can’t hear me) she thought. I was about to say something when Charlie’s heart went thump da thump.  T.H.U.M.P D.A T.H.U.M.P…… the room was silent. I didn’t realize that I was holding my breath to....&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d; font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strike&gt;his body was shaking, Bella stood there froze for 3.6 seconds before she grabbed him and ran to Carlisle office. He was already clearing his desk off Bella laid Charlie down softly. His body went to a complete halt. His chest was barely moving Carlisle was getting the morphine. Carlisle was preparing for the change. When Bella walked in and did something that shocked me. ‘’Carlisle I want to change Charlie.’’ He looked at Bella for a second and nodded ‘’will you be able to stop?’’ Bella took in a deep breath. ‘’yes.’’ &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d; font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Charlie was knocked out from the morphine, so he didn’t know what was about to happen, Bella grabbed his wrist and ran a finger where his blood vain was. She lowered her mouth to his wrist and sunk her teeth in. his body twitched, and he gasped. Bella’s venom was traveling through his veins pumping it to his heart. Bella sat there holding his hand when she screamed bloody murder. Renesmee and I were playing cards at the time so we didn’t know what was happening. She was lying on the floor withering in pain. Her body shook her eyes where blood shot; her veins were popping out of her head. She screamed again. Renesmee was standing there looking as shocked as I was, I didn’t know what was happening I wanted it to stop but I couldn’t get into her mind nothing was working. Renesmee walked over to Bella and touched her arm.  Renesmee cried out in pain and flinched back. ‘’ mom is going through the change again’’ she said catching her breath. I knew she was right because I saw what Renesmee saw. Bella couldn’t hear a thing she was panicked  she felt like her heart was going to pound out of her chest, but she didn’t have a heart and I couldn’t hear it the only heart I heard was Renesmee and Charlie’s. Her vision was black with white spots dancing around in her vision. How is this possible? I heard the front door slam shut and I knew Jacob was here, he ran as fast as he could upstairs. But when he saw what was going on he was confused, Bella let out another ear screeching cry, but this time Charlie and Bella screamed at the same time.                 &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d; font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Today is the 4th of July Charlie will begin his change tomorrow afternoon, everyone is preparing for tomorrow especially Bella, she came and sat by me her eyes sad, ‘’what’s wrong love?,’’ I asked her. ‘’it’s just that I never wanted Charlie to be like us,’’ she sighed and snuggled into my chest, we were watching a show called Buffy the vampire slayer it’s very interesting how people come up with stuff, when Charlie walked down the stairs he wasn’t looking good, his skin was pale, if possible paler than mine, he had beads of sweat on his forehead. ‘’dad are you okay?’’ Bella asked worriedly. ‘’ I’m fine just couldn’t sleep, I got a headache from hell, and my stomach just doesn’t feel right,’’ his heart started to pound faster and faster, I ran to the kitchen grabbed the trash can, I got back to Charlie just in time, Bella ran to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water. Charlie’s nose was bleeding, ‘’um bella go get Charlie a towel, I’m going to take this outside,’’ the air smelt like rain, but I kept smelling blood, I looked down, and Charlie’s vomit was filled with blood, ‘’ CARLISE!,’’ I screamed. as I was walking back inside Carlisle came down the stairs ‘’yes Edward?’’ he asked his eyes full of concern, ‘’Charlie’s vomit was filled with blood,’’ his eyes looked sad but he nodded, ‘’I’ll watch him tonight,’’ Charlie didn’t want to go back to sleep so he stayed up and watched T.V. with us, Bella kept looking over at him to make sure he was okay. Charlie got up and walked back up stairs to his room, when I heard coughing I just figured he was vomiting again, but then I heard a gurgle and one shallow breath followed by two than three, Bella went to check on Charlie I decided to go with her, we walked into the bathroom to find Charlie on the floor….    &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d; font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strike&gt;‘’Dad I said no!’’ Bella stormed out of the room. I sighed and followed her, when I got outside she had just turned the corner going into the main hallway. I followed silently behind her until we got outside, and she sighed. ‘’Edward you know I don’t want to change him. Why does he even want to be changed?! He hated all of this in the first place, w-why now?!’’ I took a deep breath I knew this was going to be hard on her so I pulled her along till we got into the tiny garden with one bench and a couple of daisies and no people, that’s when I sat her down and held her hand, I told her in a slow voice ‘’Charlie is afraid that he might die’’ I hesitated. And took another deep breath and continued ‘’he was thinking about some things, and he went to the doctor the other day, and they told him that he had pancreatic cancer, unfortunately the doctor said he could do nothing about it, he will most likely live past four years at the most five years’’ Bella;s eyes went wide-eyed and said, ‘’no’’ the tears came I never got used to watching her shed tears as a vampire ‘’NO no no NO!!!!’’ she sobbed ‘’Oh please no!! C-c-Charlie! Dad!’’ she got up, I got up too but she had other plans, she wanted to run. ‘’ No Bella you cannot tell him…’’ she took a shuddering breath and looked me straight in the eye ‘’why not?’’ she said her voice menacing. Ready to run ‘’because when he did it he knew I was listening, he was already aware. He wants to be with you love’’ I pulled her into my chest ‘’your father is dying and his love isn&#39;t&#39;&#39; she sniffled ‘’so you think I should let Carlisle change him?’’ I nodded my head ‘’would you rather he suffer for five years knowing he is going to die, or three days where he can spend an eternity with us’’ She broke down completely no joking. she actually fell onto the cement and dented it a fraction of an inch. &quot;Edward! why?!&quot; she was shuddering, tears pouring out from her eyes, but I noticed that the dead veins were enflamed. I could take care of that later, i thought and I lowered myself onto the ground with her. &quot;Bella, Love, its okay...&quot; . I moved her hair out of the way, wiped away her tears and brought her soft face up to mine, and kissed her. She sniffled like a human and she responded to my kiss. I grabbed her arm and pulled her up and carried her to the bench she sat in my lap crying until it stopped I looked down at her, and her tears where gone her red eyes and runny nose was gone, all traces of her crying was gone.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d; font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strike&gt;‘’Love Edward♥’’&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edwardcullendiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1605507374208278687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edwardcullendiary.blogspot.com/2010/07/fourth-part-of-things-happen-for-reason.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248599516219227782/posts/default/1605507374208278687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/248599516219227782/posts/default/1605507374208278687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edwardcullendiary.blogspot.com/2010/07/fourth-part-of-things-happen-for-reason.html' title='&#39;&#39;Fourth part of things happen for a reason&#39;&#39;'/><author><name>Edward Cullen diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02792092592320717566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248599516219227782.post-1836934190933747948</id><published>2010-07-28T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T23:28:46.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&#39;&#39;Third part for things happen for a reason&#39;&#39;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d; font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Charlie was now awake from his coma, but he has been thinking about the need to know stuff a lot, I told Bella he had been thinking about it, she was shocked as so was I . Since Jacob turned into a wolf in front of him he didn’t want anything to do with what we where but when he heard Bella and Carlisle talking about changing Erik he went from not wanting to know to I need to know. ‘’um Bella and Edward can you come over here?’’ Charlie asked in a horse voice. We were sitting in the chairs by the T.V while he was pretending to sleep. ‘’yes Charlie?’’ Bella asked in a worried voice. He gulped down one big gulp, ‘’w—‘’ he cleared his throat. ‘’well I wanted to talk to you about um the needing to know stuff’’ he looked deep into Bella’s topaz eyes Bella sighed ‘’dad are you sure you can handle this I don’t want to over tell you something and make your blood pressure go up it’s not good for your health’’ Charlie kept his face nice and calm when really he was thinking this may not be good for my health but I need to know. He smiled at Bella ‘’of course honey I am perfectly fine’’ Bella sighed (Help me Edward!) she thought, I sighed ‘’Charlie we are vampires’’ he burst out laughing Bella narrowed her eyes. ‘’dad Edward is telling the truth’’ Charlie’s face went blank. ‘’your serious aren’t you?’’ Bella nodded.  ‘’so like what? How can you go out in the sun aren’t you supposed to like I don’t know turn to ash?’’ I chuckled ‘’that’s just stereotype Dracula and all of that it’s all fake’’   Charlie’s face was shocked, but his blood pressure never went up, ‘’so Bella is a vampire?’’ Charlie asked Bella smiled ‘’yes dad I am but were good that’s why our eyes are golden we don’t drink human blood or anything we only drink animals’’ Charlie’s eyes widened a little bit but went back to normal. ‘’so this means y’all are all vampires?’’ Charlie asked, Bella nodded ‘’is there anything else I need to know?’’ ‘’well dad Edward can read minds, jasper can control your feelings, Alice can have visions, I am a shield and Nessie is half human half vampire’’ Charlie looked between us. (so all them times I was rude and thinking some not so nice stuff Edward could hear me should I feel bad about that? no I don’t think I do I mean he should have seen Bella. His mind brought up a mental picture of Bella. I wonder if) ‘’no Charlie Bella would never stand for it’’ he sighed ‘’I guess I’ll just have to ask her, Bella can I be changed?’’ Bella stood up and grabbed Charlie’s hand ‘’dad I wouldn’t ever want to put you through that pain so no’’ Bella said softly at that time Carlisle walked in ‘’hi Charlie how are you feeling today?’’ Charlie just looked at him looked back at Bella than before I could stop him he blurted out ‘’CARLISE WILL YOU CHANGE ME!’’ Carlisle looked shocked ‘’Charlie I would love to have you in my family, but it’s up to Bella…&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d; font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Bella was sitting by Charlie when I heard his thoughts for the first time tonight, he could hear what Bella was saying and he wanted to answer her back so bad, but he couldn’t remember how to he couldn’t talk it was like he was awake he could see everything, and hear but he couldn’t talk, I wonder how that works? I thought to myself I mean he is in a coma so how can he hear and see everything but he saw it he saw me standing by Bella with my arm wrapped around her, I was still thinking how could she cry, I mean really it isn’t possible she is special but no vampire has ever cried, Carlisle walked in, ‘’Bella I need to talk to you about something’’ she nodded ‘’what is it Carlisle?’’. ‘’well Bella I know Erik is your friend and stuff, so I am giving you a option, you see he is bad the surgery didn’t help at all he won’t make it past tonight, but I can change him if you want’’ he looked at her with his deep topaz eyes she let out a little whine ‘’Carlisle i would love for you to save him but, we can’t save everyone I hate making the decision on whether or not he lives or dies, but I don’t think I would ever turn anyone unless they asked’’ Carlisle nodded, ‘’very well Bella’’ she went and sat by Charlie again ‘’ Carlisle I need to speak to you’’ we walked outside ‘’what is it Edward? Is everything okay?’’ he asked me. We walked a little ways down the hall before I spoke ‘’I think Bella has a new power’’ Carlisle’s head snapped up he had a smile on his face ‘’what did Bella do?’’ he asked I didn’t know how to explain it wow that’s a first.  ‘’well Bella cried’’ I said it just like that plain and simple half of the reason because I didn’t know why or how. Carlisle stood there gathering his thoughts ‘’this isn’t the first time a vampire has cried real tears when I was with the Volturi there was a case like this, her name was Mandy she could feel the humans emotions around her, kind of like jasper except she felt them physically if someone around her broke their  arm, you would have swore she broke her arm, she hated feeding on humans she would go crazy every time she fed, she tried to never feed on a human again, I told her about my life style but she still wouldn’t listen she wouldn’t try she was losing herself slowly every day until she broke week and killed her brother, she begged for Aro to kill her but he wouldn’t so she did what she had to do she lifted up a car and threw it into another car’’ I couldn’t believe my ears so vampires can cry wow who knew?! &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d; font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Bella’s phone rang around 1:00 am, ‘’hello this is Bella’’  I had a pretty good idea about what the phone call was about, but when Bella’s face went blank I knew it wasn’t news about Erik, at that moment, Alice had a vision, Charlie was driving down the road when a car swerved into his lane, and hit Charlie head on, Erik got thrown out of the windshield his body hit the tree, blood was everywhere there was skin on the tree, Charlie was still inside the car but he was pretty bad, his head was split open and the air bag knocked him out his door was smashed in, on him than the vision ended, Alice came running down the stairs the same moment Bella hung up the phone,  ‘’C-Charlie was in a car wreck’’ her eyes were filled with pain, Bella and I got in the fastest car we had which was Alice’s car a 911 yellow turbo Porsche, we were in forks by 3:30am  we couldn’t see Charlie until he was out of ICU, Bella pretended to fall asleep on my shoulder while we waited, I whispered into her ear ‘’Charlie is out of ICU’’ she didn’t move until I pretended to wake her up when the doctor walked in, ‘’hi I am Dan your father was in critical condition, he is stable know and can breathe on his own’’ ‘’thank you what room is he in?’’ Bella asked. ‘’he is in room 519’’ Bella nodded she started moving forward I grabbed her hand and held her there about the time Carlisle walked in Dan ran over to him ‘’Dr, Cullen I didn’t think I would ever see you again it’s been a long time’’ Carlisle nodded ‘’indeed it has been a long time, but I must hurry up and get to my patient’’ Carlisle said, (whoa Carlisle still looks the same and so does his son and his daughter in law, what do they drink I need some of that stuff, I mean Carlisle is supposed to be 45 now and still looks in his 20s and his son is supposed to look 26 and still looks seventeen) the guy thought,  Carlisle stopped in front of us, I am going to be doing surgery on Erik, and then check on your father’’ Bella nodded we walked in the door behind Carlisle a girl behind a desk smiled at us ‘’hello may I help you?’’ Bella smiled ‘’um we are looking for room 519?’’ the girls smile dropped ‘’oh um walk straight than turn left you’ll go through a door, than keep going straight than turn left again, you’ll see a sign that says come sit with us and eat, go past that turn right, and then walk down the halls a little ways and the room will be there’’ Bella nodded ‘’thank you’’ (oh I feel bad for her I saw the guy they were taking in that room it didn’t even look like he would make it past tomorrow)  the girl thought. Bella and I got to the door, I stopped mid track and grabbed Bella’s arm pulled her to me in a hug and whispered ‘’be prepared for what you’re going to see’’ her eyes filled with that pain again we walked into the room and there lay Charlie, his leg up in a cast his right arm in a cast and his ribs wrapped up, a huge cut going from his cheek to his jaw a swollen black eye, and his head wrapped up in a bandage with blood soaking threw, Bella gasped ‘’oh Edward he looks bad he can’t die, he can’t die on me’’ she started sobbing I pulled her into my arms ‘’honey it’s going to be okay, and Carlisle can change him into a vampire if he gets worse’’ she started to cry more, well our vampire cry, that’s when I felt something wet on my shirt I pulled her back and she had two tears running down her face, what how could this happen maybe she had a lot of pain in her maybe that’s why she had tears, her eyes looked shocked I brushed away the tears they weren’t warm like when she was a human they were ice cold. ‘’how can I cry?’’ she asked I looked at her wide eyed ‘’I um don’t know I’ll have to ask Carlisle’’ well diary I got to go but I will update you on it more in the next entry &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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