Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns all of this... duh.

Thanx to my wonderful second in command Jen22e without you i would still be writing chicken scratch down on my whiteboard.

Preface:

Renee's PoV:

It has been two days, 10 hours and 23 minutes since I found out my only daughter had died.

It seemed normal enough for a Saturday afternoon. Phil was at an afternoon baseball game and I was doing laundry. Like always I had Bella on my mind. She had systematically arranged our laundry baskets, while she was still living here, in a way in which I could sort my clothes by color and material without mixing up any of my clothes with hers. I now found the system quite practical when sorting Phil's laundry and mine. Labels are also an extremely helpful device which eliminate the need to think about how I'm sorting clothes.

I was waiting on the washer to finish up while also cracking open my new mystery romance novel, when the phone rang. I assumed it was Phil telling me that his game had been rained out since it was one of the few Saturdays in Jacksonville that the rain came in buckets. However nothing, absolutely nothing, could have prepared me for this particular call.

I could tell something was up from the way the Charlie was hesitantly answering to my more than friendly greeting of "Hello?" So I prompted him.

"Is something wrong Charlie?" I asked him curiously. Still there was silence.

"Is it Bella? Has she decided to call of her wedding?" Secretly I hoped she did. It was difficult for me to relate to her situation, it seemed way too familiar for me to be comfortable with it. She was just way too young.

Charlie seemed like he was about to say something but his voice wouldn't let him. Suddenly, so quickly it made me jump a bit, Charlie began to cry, deep open sobs. Like he had given up trying to hide his emotions. I felt a gigantic lump form in the pit of my stomach. I automatically felt like tearing up just in response to the uncharacteristic cries of my ex husband. He began to mumble something into the receiver.

"Edward… a-and …. " he broke off again, my worst fear, something was wrong with Bella, "they were out hiking, th-they go hiking all the time and I-I never thought anything of it," he became incoherent again but, after he took a deep breath, he continued, much more audibly, "Renee, Bella was caught in a bizarre forest fire, we have people still out looking for her, but…" he wasn't crying anymore but his voice was still full of sorrow. He was probably just trying to gauge my reaction.

The last thing I remember is collapsing on top of my neatly sorted laundry.

I woke up in the hospital. Charlie must have heard me fall on the other end of the line and called Phil away from his game. Phil tried to sit with me for the first few hours after I woke up, but it was hard for him. I wouldn't go near him, all I wanted to do was crawl up into a tiny ball and try to erase the past. I knew it was not going to do any good. Bella was gone and I was never going to see my baby girl again. I threw up at that thought. The funeral is in a day or two. It doesn't matter to me. I know that no closure will come from this. It will be hard enough having to sit there while the church gives a bland and unworthy account of my beautiful daughter's life, but seeing Edward there dealing with this loss that is almost as tragic as it is for me. I threw up again in my steadily filling bedpan.

However, the worst part of this whole ordeal, the doctor just told me that I'm having another baby.

So? what do ya think? its my first fanfiction so please dont cut short on the reviews! I promise this is not a sad story. it just has some drama issues in the begining that HAD to be there.