The writing here is very bitty I know but it is supposed to represent a train of thought, Bella's train of thought, as she thinks it.

If you guys like it...I might write a Twilight Fanfic with more than one chapter! Haha! ;)

Oh, and I own none of this...blah, blah, blah...

Flymeaway xxx

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I sat in front of the fire pretending to soak up the heat it gave off. It had taken me a long time to think this way; to think about what would make the act convincing and then carry the action through. Nessie's friend, Katey, sat next to her stiffly on the couch. I pretended to read my book, turning the pages agonisingly slowly, while listening as they talked about school. It was funny how it was now I and my little family (oh, and Jake) who travelled around the country to avoid suspicion over Nessie. How I longed that we moved because she looked too young as it was with Edward, but she's growing up too fast. I'm glad to be home now though. Edward wanted to go to Florida insisting that Renesmie wouldn't be affected by the sun and we could stay indoors, but I missed Charlie, and Alice, and Emmett, Jasper, Esme, Carlise, Rose. I missed the thick forrest and the thick sent of pine that hung over everything there. Edward gave in gracefully, on the condition that we go to Florida next but to tell the truth I'm not sure how long Nessie will last. The growing is slowing but I plan to stay here for a few more years yet. Nessie's in her last year at Forks High so after this I might let her go travelling with Jake. They've been dropping hints for months now. Edward swears he won't allow it but I'm sure I can make him see sense.

He's in the kitchen now, making the girls something to eat. Nessie has learned to eat human food well now and almost enjoys it I think, but she'll never admit to that. She's as stubborn as her dad.

Edward swoops through the door with a plate of pizza in each hand. I smile, laughing inside. It is so strange to see him acting the house-husband. The fact that he can't cook adds to the hilarity of the situation. I've asked him about it afew times before, he always says the same thing: "In all these years of living, it never occured to me that I might need to prepare food." It makes sense. He tries to learn a little in the day but at night we are otherwise engaged so he presses on at an almost human speed which aggrivates him to no end. He sees my lip curling upward. He moves his lips so fast and speaks so quietly that only I and Nessie can hear him. Nessies head snaps up but I carry on "reading", ignoring him completly. My smile widens very slightly. Suddenly a crack rings throught the room. I look up to see the plate in his right hand split in two. I knew my indifference would annoy him. I laugh and after an attempt at staying serious so does he. Nessie covers for us: "Sorry Katey, these plates are so fragile, I mean if dad can snap them! Haha!" Nessie laughs but Katey looks terrified, like a startled rabbit, "I keep telling them to get a new set,"

"We don't need a new set," I interupt,

"Yeah, sure," Nessie dismisses me, taking the plate from Edward and dissapering into the kitchen. Katey stays on the couch for about two seconds before following her friend like a lost puppy.

"Oh dear, Edward," I begin when we are alone, "Your contol seems to have faltered,"

"Shhh you," he says stopping my words with a kiss so deep I don't know how I'll ever re-surface from it.

"Eurgh!" Nessie cries as she walks back into the room. Edward and I give her a condescending look that is only broken by the ring of the doorbell. Jake. I know how hard it is for him to stay away but he knew Katey was coming around. It's hard enough for Nessie to try and keep the fact that her parents are vampires a secret, it's best if her warewolf boyfriend stays out of the picture.
Katey doesn't know she even has a boyfriend and Jake does well in pretending he has come round to visit Edward and I.
Nessie runs to open the door. I hear a rustle in the hall, a hug maybe? Edward tenses beside me I place a hand on his arm and feel him relax slightly. Then, Jake walks in (Nessie hanging back)
and holds his arms out.

"Bella!" he cries. I sometimes forget that he is my best friend. I hold my breath and enter his warm grasp. He holds me for a long time, tears begin to sting my eyes. It has been so long since Jake has touched me like this, with love instead of hate. Edward is by my side clapping Jake on the arm.

"Jake, how are you?" His attempts at fiening friendship are getting a lot better, "would you like a drink?"

"Yeah, please," Jake accepts gracefully. He gives Nessie a wink before following Edward into the kitchen. Satisfied she trots upstairs with Katey.
I stand in the kitchen doorway looking at my husband and my best friend, their heads thrown back in laughter. I listen to my daughter and her friend giggling in her room. I hear Charlie and the Cullens approaching the door to our little cottage. I smile and think to myself,

"What a sweet life"

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