Setting Sun (Sequel to Newborn)

The Vision

 The Cullen house was turned upside down the following days. Orders of new clothes came in to match the London style in piles of cardboard boxes. Rosalie, Renesmee, and I had taken the liberty of doing the online shopping for everyone; measuring the pros and cons of each article just like any other girl would. In all honesty, I had fun, though the two of them chose more of me and Jasper’s clothing than I bothered with. I still had a closet full upstairs with plenty of clothing. But, as Rosalie countered, they were from five years ago. Unfortunately, with the fashion world we live in, that might as well have been twenty.

                Furniture will stay though. There wasn’t a great need for them at all, but it helped keep up the façade we have. We will be buying whatever we need once we get to London and get settled into our new home. Excitement continues to wash through me each time I think about living somewhere else. I have grown used to the idea quickly, and suddenly love it. I’ve never really lived anywhere other than Washington; if you don’t count the five years of being rouge-which I don’t.

                “We will be leaving soon, right?” I asked Jasper as we fold some of our clothing into boxes. It’s a relaxing process that I don’t want to rush, even with my ability to forget nothing. My hands fiddled with one of his t-shirts excitedly-wrinkling it more than folding.

                “What happened to not wanting to leave?” Jasper teased back, tossing a pair of extremely embarrassingly lacy panties my way. I quickly tucked them into the box with a mortified expression while he laughed happily on the couch in our room.

                “I guess I’m just ready to start our new lives together,” I say seriously, looking up at him adoringly from my spot on the ground. “This will be a clean slate for us. We can make new memories now…together.”

                He smiled brightly at my speech and leaned down to kiss my softly on my lips. “We will be leaving Sunday.”

My head swam with thoughts. Today was Wednesday, which gave us four more days to pack and leave Forks for who knows how long. My hands were folding clothes like a tornado; leaving behind perfectly neat piles instead of destruction. Within minutes, everything was put away while Jasper watched bemusedly, still playing with my unmentionables.

“Are you quite done with those?” I glared at him, trying to keep the rising smile off my face. It didn’t work. I’ve grown used to being happy; being mad just wasn’t needed anymore. Jasper shook his head laughing before tossing the last of my stuff into a discarded box.

“What’s next?” He asked, looking around our room. Yesterday we had carefully extricated the many sketches I have drawn from the tape crusted walls. He was more interested in keeping them in tact than I was. I could have drawn them easily again, they were replicable with new pictures I’d surely draw sooner or later. But he persisted until the papers were placed lovingly into a series of folders in their own box, while my actual sketch books had their own.

“Books,” I say with a sigh after glancing around the room. Jasper nodded before running down stairs to get more boxes. My nightstand was overflowed with books that had come to a growing pile on the foot of it. This will be fun.

                We sat side-by-side, flipping through new and old books and comparing which ones we liked best when a knock on the door sounded. Edward walked in and looked around his former room that I had taken after he and Bella moved to a house not far from here. In fact it might as well been this house’s back yard since it was the only house for miles. He smiled a greeting at us before coming further in.

                “Charlie will be coming soon,” He said, fingering through a discarded book on the stand. “I think you should meet him, Dee…before we go of course.”