Oxford dictionaries says a hero is a person who is admired for their courage, outstanding achievements, or noble qualities.
To me, it’s an ordinary person performin’ extraordinary deeds under extreme circumstances!
And, as we all know, heroes come in all shapes, sizes, age and sex!
Today, I’ll be introducin’ you to some heroes who’ll break your hearts…in a good way!
Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Drama – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 35 – Words: 134,088 – Reviews: 511 – Favs: 384 – Follows: 274 – Updated: May 18, 2012 – Published: Jun 12, 2011 – Status: Complete – id: 7075863
Alone. I’m forever alone. I’m going to die here, burned alive.
Before I can sink to the ground and give in to the pain, I feel a squeezing pressure on my hand. Something is preventing my fall to the ground; something is frantically tugging on my hand, urging me forward.
Oh, that boy. The boy talking to mother…
That hand is the anchor to my soul. Never stopping, moving forward through the hell around us.
All at once my feet leave the ground.
For a moment I think I have become an angel, souring up to heaven. Then a terrible sinking in my stomach, a whistling in the wind…
We plunge into icy water, the impact terrifying in its suddenness.
Falling, not flying. He made us jump.
The current is pulling my weak body further under, my legs too exhausted to kick. One moment I am burning to death, the next I am drowning. My chest is burning, like the air is dying to escape. Even under water, I feel fire.
The boy is holding me tight to his shaking chest. We are both breathing hard and I can feel him kicking his legs, swimming away from the smoke and fire near the ledge. The exhaustion and trauma are catching up to me and I am losing control of my own body.
Darkness surrounds me and I don’t understand why.
“No! Keep your eyes open. Just a little bit longer. Kick your legs. Don’t stop fighting,” he pleads desperately.
“I can’t. Let me sleep, please.”
It takes all my strength to lift my eyelids. I look into his face for the first time. His skin is covered in soot, but something about his face sparks my memories. Maybe if I wasn’t so tired, I would remember him…
“I promised to keep you safe,” he breathes heavily. “You promised her something too. Remember? It’s time to be strong. Your mother told you to be strong now.”
“Mother…” I can feel my body start to shut down… the cold seeping through my veins.
“Be strong, Isabella. Be strong…”
And, from that day forward, Edward never leaves Bella’s side through thick and thin, sickness and health, peace and violence!
This beautiful period fic has burned it’s way into my soul and there it’s gonna stay!
At eighteen, I became a single father. It has been a hard, well-fought journey filled with highs and lows, laughter, and more tears than I care to admit.
I learned how to host epic tea parties; she learned how to toss a football. She taught me how to jump rope and I taught her how to spit watermelon seeds. I can recite the names of every Disney Princess and she can identify classic cars by their emblems.
We survived bra shopping, wardrobe malfunctions, a horribly awkward rendition of the birds and the bees talk, and how boys have grabby hands and dirty minds.
Isabella was raised to have integrity, self-respect, self-reliance, and confidence; yet she’s also empathetic, loving, and kind. Every day I remind my daughter she is smart, strong, and beautiful – in that order. She can do anything and overcome any obstacle she faces, just as I have done.
And one day, if some rotten boy breaks her heart, I want her to know that not all boys will hurt her. There’s one who loves her beyond reason. That someone loved her first, with a fierceness which can not be explained or reasoned.
Isabella turned a boy into a man; a man into a father. Correction, she’d turned a man into a Daddy, and no other title could be more important than that.
This is our story but most importantly, it’s the story of love.
All single parents are heroes in my book but Edward shines as he steps up and accepts responsibility for his precious daughter!
Isabella Swan was, without a doubt, the strangest person Edward Cullen had ever met. If she wasn’t an excellent personal assistant – and she was – he was sure he would find an excuse to have her removed from his employment. The truth was, however, she was the best personal assistant he ever had – and he’d had quite a few. Not only was she seemingly not afraid of him like so many young women before her seemed to be, she was currently openly making fun of him. At least, he thought that was what she was doing. Or maybe she was just crazy? He wasn’t sure.
Edward was on his way to a benefit dinner, dressed in a tailored suit that he knew fit him perfectly (his sister Alice told him so when she had him buy it). When he came out of his office to say goodnight to Miss Swan before picking up his date she didn’t even seem to notice that he had changed except to say, “Have fun Sir!” So he asked her if she thought his outfit looked proper for this evenings function. She paused, looked him up and down and then – and this was when he was sure her breath would catch and her eyes would widen in appreciation – she smirked.
She looked him straight in the eye and said “You’re missing something.”
“Really?” He asked, turning around in a full circle like a dog looking for his tail.
“What is it?”
“A what?” Which really, Edward thought, was kind of a stupid answer because he knew what a smile was. He had smiled before. Still, he felt his response was no stupider than her answer.
“You know, a smile? You’re never fully dressed without a smile?”
Edward stood there with his mouth open for a moment as he stared at her and tried to decide if she was being serious. While he stood there Miss Swan quickly rose from her desk, grabbed her umbrella and hat, and came around to stand in front of him.
“You know, the song?: You’re Never Fully Dressed Without A Smile”
Slowly Edward shook his head.
And then, to his surprise, seemingly quiet Miss Swan started singing.
Singing and dancing.
“Hey hobo man, Hey Dapper Dan, you’ve both got your style but brother you’re never fully dressed without a smile.
“You’re clothes may be Beau Brummelly, They stand out a mile but brother you’re never fully dressed without a smile.
“Who cares what they’re wearing on Main Street or Saville Row. It’s what you wear from ear to ear (ear-to-ear) and not from head to toe that ma-a-a-ters.”
Edward continued to stand in shock and watch Miss Swan singing and dancing in front of her desk.
While she sang she did this little dance with her umbrella and lifted her hat on and off her head while swinging out her plaid-stocking legs. It was like he had his own personal one-person chorus line in his reception area. When Miss Swan came to the end of the ‘a-a-a-ters’ she looked up at him with her big brown eyes twinkling, hat on her head, umbrella placed directly in front of her with both hands on the handle as she used it for balance and moved her hips from side to side (making Edward notice the swishing of the skirt she was wearing).
Miss Swan started on a series of doot-doot-doos but then abruptly stopped, cheeks suddenly turning scarlet.
It was at that point that Edward noticed his mouth was hanging open. He also noticed that while Miss Swan might be a crazed show-tunes singing personal assistant she was also, just a little bit, adorable.
After havin’ aged out of the foster care system, Bella definitely deserves to be called a hero for keepin’ her inner nerdness in tact enough to put on children’s musicals in her spare time!
Watch as Edward gets snared in one of her productions…with a little help from his manipulative family!
Hope you enjoy one or more or ALL of these recs!
Happy Friday, y’all!