A/N: Hey! This is my second story! I'm ecstatic to get started. I hope you guys like it. It's really just a few different ideas I had for other stories that I decided to shove into one story. It just seems easier to me that way. Um, I hope you like. Let me know. Reviews are beyond always welcome! I enjoy reading them!
Disclaimer: To get it out of the way, I am required to claim that I have no claim on these characters. Just the plot that Stephenie Meyer is so kindly letting me play them in!
The chapter starts in Bella's POV, by the way.
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"Maa...Ma!" I woke up to the sound of little Emma crying in the darkness.
I sighed, rolling out of my bed. It was dark, making it apparent that it's still nighttime, and I couldn't let her wake James up. He'd be absolutely furious and there's no way I'm putting her in that position so early on. She's only two-weeks-old after all.
So, I walked over to her side of the room and pulled her tiny form from the basinette in there. It was mine when I was a baby and I was lucky James and Victoria had kept it. If they hadn't, she'd probably not even have a bed. I felt awful that my own daughter has to be kept silent like this.
I picked her up and her cried immediately vanished. She was tense when I got a hold of her and now she was calm, resting silently on my shoulder. Poor baby probably felt the constant amount of tension and stress under this roof. I read somewhere once, that babies are sensitive to the emotional atmosphere.
So far my baby has proven this true.
Carrying her back over to my old, rickety, twin-sized bed she stopped crying. I smiled as I lay down on my back and she stretched out across my chest. She loved sleeping like this and I don't blame her, I just don't like her being in my arms when James shows up drunk in the middle of the night.
I don't want her in that position either.
Growing up in this household I didn't know what love was. I knew about it, having seen the princess stories, mostly in school. James wouldn't let me watch TV, for some odd reason. I knew what it was, but I'd never felt it.
Until I found out I was pregnant with my baby-girl, Emma.
This little girl in my arms makes my world go round. Nobody knows about her other than the legal people and James and Victoria. They said that I'd be called a slut if someone found out that I had a kid when I was only seventeen. I don't care what they said, but I don't want her taken away, so I'm keeping quiet.
I love her. It's all I can say. She's such a perfect little baby, and always has been. She's an exact replica of me - with my dark eyes and an already growing head of dark curls. She's got my pale skin and pink-tinted cheeks. She's amazing and all mine. She's all I've ever had and all I'll ever need.
I kissed her head and hummed to her as I drifted to sleep, thinking about my day tomorrow.
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I woke up a few hours later with Emma laying awake on my chest. She was watching me, her brown eyes bright, and curious. I smiled at her and cooed playfully as I lifted her out of the bed. Today's my first day back at Forks High School and her first day of daycare.
I hate having to leave her, but I need to graduate so I can leave in May. I can't wait to get out of this household!
I carried her down to the kitchen knowing James and Victoria had left for work. They'd be in a hell of a mood tonight, and so I made sure there was food, and alcohol in the fridge. I have to be more cautious of them these days with Emma in the house.
I've been paying for her diapers and formula. Mostly breastfeeding because work, daycare, school, baby, and then James, is a lot to keep up with. I've been told it's better for the baby anyways. Not that I'd ever be too sure. I wasn't allowed to say much to the nurses at the hospital, let alone ask questions.
I quickly fed her before running to get dressed. She was wearing a pretty pink one-sie and my favorite blue ribbon. It's been around here all my life. James said it was mine when I was a baby - when he cut it. I had to fix it back up, but it looks amazing on her little head of hair.
I pulled my hair back into a half pony with another blue ribbon, like Em's, and wore a blue blouse with jeans. It's my favorite outfit and it covered all skin that needed to be covered. I then put makeup on, making sure bruises on my neck and face were all cleared up. You could see some of the swelling on my ancle - but jeans should cover that right up.
"There," I smiled in the mirror. My eyes looked flat, and I looked thin and pale, but I knew I had to make myself look my best for Em's sake.
i walked back in the kitchen and got her loaded into the donated car-seat from the hospital. When she was safely buckled in I took her and myself to the bus-stop, glancing at my watch. Gosh! I can't be late!
I walked faster and gasped when the bus drove straight past the empty bus. I was panting when I finally got to the bench and groaned. It was gone and now I'd never get to school, or daycare, on time. I stomped my foot and decided to take a breather on the bench. Setting Em beside me I began rocking her.
"Oh, I'm so sorry Lady-bug," I whispered to her as she looked around. "Momma' shoulda' done better...I should have watched the time...I shou-..."
I saw a silver car stop beside me. It looked sleek and read 'Volvo' across the back of it. One of the tinted windows rolled down and I turned to look at the driver, shocked.
He had green eyes and messy bronze hair. His build looked amazing, even looking from here, and judging by his car and fancy clothing - this guy had money. He's way out of my league so I decided to stop thinking about his looks and worry more about why he's stopped his fancy car here in front of me.
He looked at my crying form and the carrier again before speaking.
"Need a ride?" The velvet voice asked and I felt my eyes widen.
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A/N: It's short, sweet, and to the point. Let me know what you think, and if I should continue. This plot is a little more thought out than my last one and I hope you like it! Sooo...remember how much I love my reviews and keep them coming! They very well make my day :)
P.S. Future chapters will be longer if you think I should continue!
- Emma
