Hi everybody! I know this chapter is short but I will make it up to you with longer chapters later. This is my first fanfic, and I want to know what you think so please review! :)

Disclaimer: I don't own the Twilight Series or any of it's characters Stephanie Meyers does, even Emmett *sob*

Chapter 1: Why is Mommy Sitting on the Counter?

RPOV

I woke up just before dawn reaching out in the general direction of my husband before remembering he had to run patrol this morning. I sighed trying to remember the last time Jacob had actually been there when I woke up. Lately he had been running morning patrols nearly every morning so he wouldn't have to be away from our daughter in the evenings when he usually spent time with her. I understood wanting to be around our daughter ,Clara, and I knew that he had loyalties to his pack, especially since he was Alpha, but I missed waking up completely engulfed by his massive arms. I knew however that if the roles were reversed that I would do the exact same. Clara grew just as fast as I had, if not faster, and I wouldn't want to miss out on any of her childhood either.

I sat up slowly and got out of bed to make breakfast. I wrapped my robe tightly around my body before making my way slowly down to the kitchen, yawning as I went. Surprisingly my daughter was already up, not so surprisingly she was watching cartoons, how had I not heard that? "Mommy!" she shouted as soon as she saw me.

"Morning baby girl." I said laughing as I scooped her up into a hug.

"Where is Daddy?" I hadn't expected that, but then again Jacob was usually back before she woke. On the rare occasion that she woke up early I had to come up with something that wouldn't scare her. I could hardly tell her that he was running around patrolling for evil vampires, but then again I couldn't lie.

"Daddy's out with his friends, but he'll be back in time for breakfast." I told her. After all I wasn't really lying, he was with his friends.

"Oh, well okay." She said before turning her attention back to the cartoons. I took a moment to just stand and watch her, she really was something special. Although she was only a year old, she physically and mentally could pass for a five year old. I made my way to the kitchen and pulled a carton of eggs out of the fridge. I decided to just cook the whole carton of eggs, assuming that today, like every other day, Seth would be joining us for breakfast. If it wasn't for the fact that I had seen him in it, I would have sworn he didn't have a home, he certainly spent enough time at ours that is. It wasn't that I minded, Seth had grown to be like a big brother to me, it was just that sometimes it got annoying not having any privacy.

Just then I heard Jacobs voice from behind me, "Morning beautiful." He whispered into my ear before swooping down to kiss me. It was meant to be a quick yet affectionate peck, but getting caught in the moment I soon found myself sitting on the counter so Jacob wouldn't have to bend down so much. It wasn't easy being 1 ½ ft. shorter than your husband, but we made it work. I could have sat there and kissed Jacob for the rest of eternity if it weren't for the fact someone was loudly clearing their throat from the doorway. It was Seth, no doubt. I turned to glare at him, but he just laughed.

"Oh I wouldn't have minded," Seth joked with that stupid smirk on his face, "It's just that I would hate to see your eggs burn." He said pointing to the pan of eggs. The eggs were in fact done, but not yet burning.

"Daddy!" I heard Clara squeal as she ran into the kitchen.

"Hey sweetheart, you're up early!" Jacob said hugging her.

"Daddy, how come Mommy is sitting on the counter?" She spoke just as Emmett decided to make an appearance. Great timing kiddo, I thought to myself.

"Um" I started not sure of how to explain that to my 5 year old.

"I'll tell you why" Emmett said grinning stupidly, great this was going to be good, "You're mommy is sitting on the counter because she w—" I threw a pan at him hoping he would take the hint and shut up. He did but not before the back of his head left severe damage to the bottom of my pan. I quickly slid off of the counter hoping she wouldn't ask any further questions. She didn't, possibly afraid that I would throw a pan at Emmett again, but after retrieving a book Rosalie had leant me he left us to eat our eggs in peace.