Hello clever people reading my fanfic, this is a treat for you! Haha! I want to say thank you to my muse and rock, Blueflowers, and my idol, Bronzehairedgirl620!

My muse reminded me that Twilight, Bella and all her gorgeous lovers don't belong to me, they belong to Stephanie Meyer.

Please listen to the song; Lullabye (Goodnight, My angel) by Billy Joel. It is very Edward-ish (the words)!

"I want Renee," Jacob whined.

It was so unfair; he gets to spend Christmas with Mum every year!

"And Charlie can't cook!' Jacob cried again.

He really wanted to have a good X-mas dinner.

"But Renee can't cook that much better than Dad" I reasoned.

"Please Bella"

It's true that Charlie can't even cook toast without burning it and my little brother knows that. He also knows my weakness in saying no to him.

"Fine Dad's closer to me any way" I told him, giving in to him yet again.

I live in Seattle working for one of the largest construction and building companies around. Whereas Jacob's 'cool' garage is all the way in Arizona and closer to Mum's.

"Love you Jake. Talk before Christmas? OK?"

I really missed having my little, or 6 foot 2 giant of a brother around, he was one of my best friends.

"Yeah Bells, have fun with Charlie and say 'hi' to Seth from me"

"Sure, Sure." I used one of his more common phrases, "Enjoy your Christmas with Renee."

"And Phil.' He muttered. Jake never really took to Mum's new husband. I realized early on that if he makes her happy and treats her right, then it doesn't really matter if I think that he is too young for her or not.

"Phil really isn't that bad, he's cool." I encouraged.

"For you; anyway, love you sis, bye."

"Bye bro.'

Well that was my Christmas solved. A nice long weekend with my father.

"Bella" My intercom went on. I loved having an assistant; it was one of the many perks I get, being one of the partners here.

"Yes Emmet?" I replied.

I loved my huge and adorable co-worker. He made my job that much more enjoyable!

"I've got an Alice Brandon here."

Ah, my new client, things are really shaping up. When we spoke over the phone she seemed really nice, a little too happy for me. But too happy is better than too sad any day, right?

"Thanks, send her in Emmett, and could you bring me some coffee?"

"Sure Bella, coming right up".

I really do love Emmett; he is so nice and sweet, deep down. It's just a shame he doesn't have a girlfriend.

Alice came in, bouncing off the walls. Someone was happy to meet me. "Hi, I'm Alice Brandon"

"Nice to meet you Ms Brandon. I'm Isabella Swan, but please call me Bella".

She was small, but I'd heard she has the most malls in all America.

"Bella, hi, call me Alice! Its so good to meet you, it was nice talking over the phone, but this is soooo much better!" She seemed very nice.

"Well, Alice, lets get started!"

It seemed she was looking forward to another large mall. Good for her. An independent woman. "Yes, I would love to start".

We worked for hours. It was surprisingly enjoyable. I had designed the floor plan that Alice is looking forward to building, with my company, in Forks, where I was going for X-mas. I told Alice as much.

"Oh, how good! I could join you!" I could see she was working out the details in her head. I meet her this morning, but already she was my friend.

"I'll ask. Alice, would you like to come tomorrow, only, right now I've got to have a look at a house we're fixing up." She looked surprised.

"No problem Bella, I'll see you tomorrow. How is 10?"

"Sounds perfect, see you then. But now I've really got to go! I'm late! ...

Time flies when your having fun.

…Emmett" he rushed round the corner. "Yeah?"

"Show Alice out please"

"Sure, come on Alice"

"Thanks Bella!" she was very heartfelt

"My pleasure"

I had to hurry. I was happy it wasn't rush hour, then if it was I would be in very big trouble. My truck, at the moment, was slower than I liked.

Jacob often offered to put together a new car, but he wouldn't let me pay.

"Sibling love, I might want you to do some thing for me one day" was always his response.

I pulled up on the curb. We were restoring a Victorian Mansion in the better parts of Seattle. On the street there were three or four houses with beautiful stain glass windows, and vines creeping up the walls.

"Ken", I shock his hand. He was the head builder, and I was administrating the construction. "Bella, get the protective gear on and have a peak around, be careful though, we wouldn't want anything to fall on your pretty head."

"Thanks Ken.", Why men think I need to take extra care is beyond me.

The floors were in, with lots of dust in the air and the smell of wood. The walls were not in place yet, so there was space for an animal to fit through. Which is what had happened.

There was a cat hiding in the corner. The cat was black, with a white stomach. Jake and Renee would have runaway; they are both so child-like and suppositious, like mother, like son.

"Here Puss" the cat moved its head towards me. Then, suddenly, the cat jumped into my arms.

"ARG!" I dropped the cat, and Ken came running. "What happened Bella?" he looked really concerned, but most likely he was worried that I would sue him.

"Just the cat. I'll take it back to its owner" I looked left and right to see which house looked like a cat would live in it.

"That one" Ken pointed to a beautiful 2 story house lilac Victorian house. "The owner complains about the noise. We don't make much, he must have sensitive hearing"

"Thanks Ken". Good, I can do 2 things at once. Return the cat, and apologize for the noise.

I carefully walked across the street with the cat in my arms. I was incredibly nervous the man would slam the door in my face or tell me the cat wasn't his.

I was very close to the door now and I could smell something sweet, maybe honey or a chocolate cake, or even lavender.

I pushed the black square bell, it lit up and I heard Beethoven 5th start to play. "One moment" a voice cried. At least he was courteous.

"May I help you?" It was a tall, blonde man, around my age with very sharp features.

"Is this your cat?" I felt ridiculous. I was still wearing the white hard hat.

"No" my face fell. "Edward" he called over his shoulder, I tried to see around, but I couldn't.

"One sec Jazz" was that a person speaking? It didn't sound like it. It sounded much better than any person's voice I'd ever heard. The man at the door stepped aside.

I looked at the person replacing him. He didn't look like a person, just like he didn't sound like

Whose voice could put a baby to sleep, yet scare the bravest man? I stood there with my mouth open.

"ARO! Thank.." at first he only looked at the cat, which I forgot was in my arms, anyone would, with a man like him standing in front of you, but then he forgot about the cat too.

"Hi" I said shyly. We just looked at each other. For anyone else it might seem like boring thing to do, but I wanted to study his face. I never wanted to forget this.

"Err…"

Thank you, and good night!!!