Fly ~ Edward Cullen

Chapter Two : Holy S#*t

Everything was wet. And Dark.

Why? Why was everything so wet and dark?

Didn't I just die? 

Before I had a chance to question these abnormalities further, I felt something big and fingery grab on to my head. Kind of like tentacles. Worried, I cried out in fear as whatever had a hold of me, basically dragged me out into a bright light.

Was this heaven or hell?

Where was I?
Why was everything so friggin bright?

And what was that smell? Blood?

"Aww my gosh, Charlie. Aren't they just cute?" The voices were loud, unwanted as I blinked through blurry eyes.

A person, a woman, I deduced was leaning over me and smiling the largest smile that stretched to each ear.

They? Who the heck was Charlie? Who was this woman? Wasn't I supposed to be In Limbo or something? Hadn't I just died?

Someone needed to call God and tell him there was a wicked Glitch in the matrix!

A man I did not recognize, leaned over next- through my blurry vision I could just make out a slightly scruffy chin and warm brown eyes that looked slightly moistened- like he was crying.

"Absolutely Beautiful." The man croaked, " What are their names?" 

My eyes widened as I came to a realization.

"Isabella Marie Swan," the woman pointed daintily over to my left side and then pointed to me, " and Elizabeth May Swan."

Oh, sweet baby Jesus......

"Our daughters." she finished with a teary, tired smile.

I was reborn.

And then I promptly burst into tears.

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A few hours later and after a horrific experience of suckling from my new mother's breast - we don't talk about that...EVER- I had finally calmed down enough.

I was thoroughly wiped down and placed in a too big a diaper with way too much powder. It made me sneeze, I always had a sensitive nose.

We, as in my twin and I apparently, were placed in the nursery in a double incubator.

Curious as to what she looked like, Isabella that is, I turned my head and whined once I couldn't see properly. I relaxed and tried again.

Turning as much as my puny, pudgy body allowed me, I looked through my eyes at a slightly larger baby than what I felt like.

It could also be the fact that everything felt bigger now that I was this size.

Call it baby intuition.

I involuntarily pouted as I studied her. Her skin was pinkish and looked smooth. Her cheeks a soft, rosey red and big brown chocolate eyes that peered- well, right at me.

Her chest rose and fell with each breath and for a heart stopping moment, the rythmic movement paused and my eyes widened comically in concern.

And then she farted.

I snorted out loud at that, I was too tired to laugh.

I found myself counting each rise and fall of her chest, just to be sure she was okay and found myself drifting off into a dreamless sleep.

We were in this together now.

I nearly groaned once I realized that I'd have to go through puberty again.

My life sucked.

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On September 13th, 1987, both Isabella Marie Swan and Elizabeth May Swan were born to Renée and Charlie Swan.

And so a new book began their lives.