Marcel POV
I looked at Rebeka with a look of fear. This child was special she is the closest thing I have to a daughter other than Daviana. I pulled out my laptop and started to book a ticket to Paris and one to a small airport in Seattle. "Whats in Seattle?" Rebeka smiled softly. I kiss her head and pack a bag. "A safe haven for Annie and a home for us." he unlocked his phone and showed her the house it was in the woods and secluded from the world. "I bought it." She looked at me with excitement in her eyes. She flung her arms around my neck. "if you want to pack up the loft and we meet you there it might be more suitable." He smiled softly printing the tickets for himself and her. She let out a giggle and they both began to pack up the loft.
Annie POV
I ran to grab my duffle bag. I threw as many items I couldn't replace in my bag. pictures of me and Hope when we were kids, pictures of my with my uncles and aunts, all of my sheet music, and my guitar case. Threw in some of my band tee shirts and few pairs of jeans in as well and ran for the door. He wants to be irresponsible and be with that bitch fine. I tie my red curls up in a ponytail and walk out of my father's pairs home. she text her uncle that she would get all of her documents and meet him at a coffee shop in the airport.
Alice POV
I was wrapped up in Henry's arms sitting on his lap in forks. When the vision hit me like a ton of bricks. A blonde woman fixing up a bedroom, A man picking a red head up from an airport taking her all the way here, to Forks. "Alice are you alright? What did you see?" i turned around with a big grin. "Our family is about to get bigger!" I smiled softly as I saw Rosalie and Emmet. "She is coming." I looked at my family and Rosalie looked really conflicted. "Alice? You going to tell jasper so he can freak out know or just let him figure it out." I gawked at her "Of course I am not telling yet it will ruin the magic of the moment." I gave her a look of confushion then got off my mates lap and pulled him to our room. Alice began to draw the girl knowing her sister was nervous about the sweet things. Her eyes focused on the paper below her as she began to draw. Humming an old celtic song about a redheaded fairy. "Alice I thought you said she had grey eyes like after a storm?" I smiled at him "You're right love which is why I wanted to draw her like a fairy. I think Jasper will stop mopping a bout now. What do you think?" She held up a drawing of the girl with a smile.
"she will be a great sister."
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Shareing Anastaia Mikelson
AlteleSeventeen years ago something perplexing happened. Anastaia Kimberly Mikelson was born which should sound wonderful but her father was someone many feared and her mother did not want her. Elijah Mikelson looked at his daughter she smiled but that d...