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Post by Rosalie Hale on Apr 20, 2013 14:38:56 GMT -5
~Ryder lay in his crib, sleeping the sleep of an exhausted child. She couldn't blame him, really. With all the excitement of moving, not to mention the time difference, his sleep pattern was off. Thankfully exhaustion had kicked in after he cried for a couple of hours and she had finally managed to get the rest of their things unpacked. Not getting tired was definitely a blessing as she didn't have to rest, nor did she have to have help moving anything. She just picked it up and put it where she wanted.~
~Emmett had gone out hunting earlier, so it was now just her. And when it was just her, she tended to think.... a lot. Ryder reminded her so much of her friend's son, Henry. And especially since Esme and Carlisle were now in Rochester, the place where her life had ended, and began again.~
~a thought ran through her mind, but only for a split second. She would have to talk to Emmett about it, and soon. But first she had to go take care of the baby that had just woken up in his bedroom, and then... then she'd plan her newest trip~
~she wanted to go back... Back to where it all began.~
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