Chapter 1

I just drove past the 'Welcome to La Push' sign and my nerves are screaming "turn around!" I haven't been home in over three years; I haven't even called. As far as my family knows I ran away just before my sixteenth birthday because my boyfriend was killed in a car crash. They probably think I'm dead too…

La Push hasn't changed at all since I last saw it, and it takes no time at all before I'm parking my yellow, Ford Raptor in front of my childhood home. I sighed in relief at the sight of Mum's old red Master in the carport – at least she didn't move house. The nerves of not knowing what to say hit me, making me what to start the car and just drive away.

"Mummy are we there yet?" ask the little black-haired, green-eyed boy in the sit next to me.

"Yeah baby," I smile down to the little boy. "I want you to stay in the car, until I come and get you, okay baby?"

"Okay Mummy," he smiles, apparently not noticing my minor panic attack.

Before I even know what I'm doing, I'm on the porch, knocking on the old white wooden door. It's too late to run, it's too late to run, oh my god! It's too late to run! Then when I'm just about to turn and run the door opens, revealing a slightly older, tireder looking version of the woman I once called Mum.

She looks at me for a second and goes to say something when realisation crosses her face. Her eyes gloss over with tears. "Ava," she whispers.

I feel tears in my eyes as I say for the first time, in a long time. "Hi Mum."

We embrace in a tearful hug. When we pull away, her eyes are wide and leaking tears of sadness and joy. "Where have you been? Why- why did you leave? We thought you were dead, Ava," she stumbles over her words.

"I'm sorry, I- I just had things I needed to work out," my voice is just as croaky and tear filled as hers.

"…Did you work them out?" she asks. Here goes nothing.

"I was pregnanttoJohnUelywhenIleft, nowIhaveathreeyearoldson," I say in one large mouthful.

"Ava slow down," she says, reaching for my hand. "Come inside and tell me everything."

"I have a three-year-old son." She freezes at my words.

"You… You… I… You…" she stutters; her mouth moves like a fish gasping for air.

"I have a son; you are a grandmother," I say slowly. "If you want me to leave, I'll go. I just didn't what you thinking I'm dead forever." She looks heart broken, scared.

"No- no... Please don't go... Can- can I meet him?"

I shakily nod my head and we walk to the car in silence. When I open Chaska's door he looks up at me with worried eyes, "Mommy o' sad?"

"No baby, never." I put on a shaky smile and calm my trembling fingers just long enough to undo his car seat straps.

Chaska raises his arms to loop around my neck and I lift his small form onto my right side. "Mummy who ta?" Chaska asks, eyeing Mum closely.

Mum has lifted her hands to cover a gasp, as she looks over Chaska. "That's my Mummy," I tell him, and watch for any disagreement on my Mum's face.

"Hello." He smiles a gap-filled grin.

"Hello sweetie… what's your name?" Mum asks, leaning down to his eye level.

"Chaska-a."

"First born son?" she asks me. I still see shock in her eyes but there are hints of joy… and sadness.

"Yep." I press a kiss to his temple.

"Oh dear god," she gasps, like the last person in on a secret. "John Uley?" she asks.

I cringe at his name but nod my head. "Yes."

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