-"butterflies are wonderful creatures,
yet you're the most beautiful one
in my eyes."
-"he is my sunshine,
and i am his butterfly."
in which a teen mother meets a family of vampires
|Pre-Twilight-Breaking Dawn 2...
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Mariposa sits criss-crossed with Sophia in her lap, staring at the headstone with a sad face. The sun shines on them as well as Adrian's grave, the gold writing on it brightening. The brunette visits when she can with her daughter. Though she doesn't talk or say anything, she just thinks about what could have gone differently that never forgetting night in October.
Would she have another little girl with wild blonde curls and green eyes like Jasper has or a little boy with a mixture of her and Jasper, dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes?
She doesn't know and never will.
It's why she picked out gender neutral names. It makes it easier for her and Sophia to imagine what the baby could have been, girl or boy. Sometimes, the brunette thinks its a little boy watching over her and her daughter, even being the youngest, he would still be protective of his mother and sister. Other times, she thinks it's a little girl. A badass with a shy attitude like her mother. Whatever the baby could've been, Mariposa still loves it regardless.
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Sitting on the swing chair on her back porch, rocking herself back and forth as she strums the strings to her guitar, making a melody as she hums along with it. It's been a while since Mariposa has played her guitar, and she misses it. The instrument being the last thing she has of her father, she feels connected to him when she plays it.
"Dude, I totally beat you. Fair and square."
"No, you didn't. You took a shortcut."
"You're just being a sore loser."
Mariposa perks her head up at the sight of two shirtless boys walking out of the woods not far from where she sits. Loose denim shorts hang off their hips, and just by that she smiles as she knows who they are. The cold breeze didn't faze them as they continued on with their conversation.
"I'm not being a sore loser, Jared. You took off from the course you sa–"
Embry swears that he can feel someone looking at him and the russet boy next to him, and his theory is proven correct when he turns his head to look at the culprit, and boy, is he shocked by what he sees.
