Full summary:
Two years after Bella's change, the Cullens are still all living in Forks. Bella and Edward are happy and paternal, and Jake and Nessie act like dumb teenagers, so all is well in the world. But that day, there was no one who could go on a run to the grocery store. And they really, really needed eggs. And it just so happened that Angela, also, was making cookies. Written to satisfy my inner angsty teen.
Prologue
"Mom!" Renesmee called, from the kitchen. "Need you!"
"What?"I closed Wuthering Heights and cocked my head in her direction.
"Do we have eggs?"
Sighing, I pulled myself upright and headed over to join her in the kitchen. "I don't know, Nessie. If we do, they're in the fridge. You know where they are."
"I looked in the fridge. There was an egg carton in there." My two-year-old daughter stood in front of the fridge, her hands on her hips, wearing a designer apron that my over-the-top sister-in-laws tailored especially to fit her ten-year-old body. She looked at me through narrowed, suspicious eyes.
"Then we have eggs." I smiled gently, wondering if this was one of her terrible-two moments. She was normally quite rational, but sometimes her age got the better of her.
"No." She turned to me and opened the carton, pouting. "I don't think that these are eggs, Mom. I could be wrong – it's usually Jake who does the eggs. But these don't seem right."
I leaned in to see. There were in fact egg-shaped objects in each cup of the egg carton, but the resemblance stopped there. Renesmee was right – real eggs don't look like Alice's oversized Swarovski tree ornaments. I knew Alice hid her crystals well, but I'd never really wondered about the extra egg carton in the fridge. "That would be Alice."
Nessie laughed. "I need eggs, Mom. I promised Jake I would make him cookies for his birthday. You can't make cookies without them."
My heart sank. "When is he coming over?"
"In two hours. Mom, can't you just run and get some?"
My mind raced. How could Alice not have seen this? Nobody was at home except for me and Nessie. I would have called, but they were all otherwise occupied. The boys were on a hunting trip. Alice and Rosalie were out for a weekend in L.A. Esme was at her gardening club and wouldn't be for another two hours. I couldn't make Jacob get eggs for his own birthday cookies. Besides, he's busy with the pack. And Nessie was just too young to go to the store by herself.
"Nessie, you know I'm not supposed to be seen out in public." I was supposed to be dead.
"Mom," she whined. "This is really important. You can go quickly, I know you can. Put on some makeup. Borrow some of Alice's clothes. I bet she has something laid out for you – she wouldn't forget about that."
Maybe Alice would be prepared. She didn't forget things like that. Nessie grabbed my hand and dragged me upstairs to Alice and Jasper's room. There was a black bag sitting outside the door with my name on it. I scooped it up and my daughter followed me all the way up the stairs to me and Edward's room. Inside, I dropped the bag on my bed and opened it. I looked at Alice's supplies with disgust, and Nessie giggled – the sound of an angel.
"Mom? Can I come with you, please?"
Do I blame what happened on Alice? Absolutely, I do.
The next chapter will be full-lengthed and up by at least two am tonight.