A Short Story

"Can you say I love mommy?"

"No I wuv dadee."

"But baby don't you love mommy too?"

"NO" Oh well she must not know how to say momee yet. We'll get there. I am so tired I worked a hard day today. A soak in the tub sounds good.

"Hey, Bella can you cook dinner? Oh and the guys are coming over." Let's see do we have enough food to feed and army? Well… Looking in the fridge I see that it's empty.

"Yeah, but I have to go grocery shopping. The clothes are in the wash can you throw them in the drier and throw in the next load while I'm gone?" Let's see I need to get meat. And lots of it. What else?

"But baby the game is going to start soon." Looking at Jared and his pouting face I can't help but give.

"Fine just throw the clothes that are in the wash into the drier." That smile I love appeared.

"Ok." Leaving I head to the store.

An hour and a half later, getting out of my car I run to the door. Letting myself inside I walk into the living room. The entire pack was here.

"Hey Jared can you help me with the groceries?"

"Babe I'm watching the game" Ok he's busy. Alright Bella time to exercise. Walking back outside I open the trunk and grab some bags. They were heavy. My arms strained to keep the bags from dropping to the ground all the while screaming in agony. I am so tired. I closed my eyes to clear them of a fog I seemed to see. Opening them I was face to face with Paul. Letting out a silent shriek the bags slipped from my hands. Shit. Only to be saved by Seth.

"Don't scare me like that Paul. Hey Seth what's up?"

"Well you needed help right? Did you forget just how human you are?" Yeah human.

Seth and Paul helped me carry in all the bags of groceries. My eyes began to sag. Nope time to cook. I didn't cook anything fancy, just some nachos. After telling the boys the food was done I went into the laundry room to take the clothes out of the drier.

Only the thing is the drier was empty. Thank god Jared folded the clothes. I'll just do another load before I call it a night. Opening the washer I was surprised to see clothes inside. Jared is a life saver he even started a new load. Taking the clothes from inside the washer out I couldn't help but wonder why these clothes looked like I already washed them. Jared. He didn't even put the load that I asked him to in the drier in the frick'n drier. What was he doing for an hour and a half? Throwing the clothes into the drier I couldn't help but sigh in irritation. I work, cook, clean and do everything else in- between and he couldn't throw some clothes into a drier? He's a freaking werewolf. All he does is run eight hours of patrol. That's it. I am so tired. So tired and yet I have to come home and cater to a husband who is good for shit, and a daughter who hates me. Why the hell do I come home? Why? That's not the way to think. Bella pull yourself together.

Walking out of the laundry room I sighed as I see all of the mess that the pack left when I enter the kitchen. Groaning I slowly begin to clean the kitchen. Stacking all of the dishes together I heaved them up to the sink. Grabbing the sponge I soaped it up only to have it torn from my grasp. Gasping I turn around only to bump into a well sculpted chest. Looking up I saw that aggravating smile belonging to none other than Paul.

Turning around I couldn't help but whine.

"What do you want Paul?"

"I want you to sit down." Turning around to confront him, whatever words I was about to say got stuck in my throat. Paul's face was serious. I had never seen Paul serious, except when he was beyond angry. This was different though.

"Sit." I knew he was serious yet Paul acting serious left me frozen.

"Hugh Bella what are we going to do with you?" All I know was that I was lifted. I know he was a werewolf but I wasn't exactly light. I was at least 196 pounds and 202 pounds wet. Not exactly light.

"Paul."

"Bella." Paul's patronizing voice filled my ears and I knew he was back to normal.

"Paul"

"Sit. Stay" Excuse me?

"Excuse me?"

"Bella you heard me. So like a good little girl you're going to sit there and stay there and rest. Got that?"

Giving into Paul actually wasn't too hard. I am super tired, too tired to complain.

I don't know when or how but what I do know is that I fell asleep.

I woke up to Paul lifting me.

"Shh go back to sleep Bella I'm just going to take you to bed." I couldn't help but giggle, Paul taking me to bed?

"But Paul I have a husband." Looking down at me he smirked and said.

"Well if you're real quiet I think we can get away with it."

I couldn't help but laugh. But I also couldn't help but let my sleep pull me back into the darkness.

I woke up to Jared shaking me awake.

"Bella Sia needs to be put into bed." What time is it? Looking at the clock it read 12:22 am. What the hell?

"Jared, why the hell is she still awake? She has preschool tomorrow, now she'll be crabby. Why couldn't you let me sleep? She'll only ask for you to sing her a song anyway? Now I'll never get to sleep. Damn't Jared you couldn't do this on your own?" Huffing angrily I couldn't help but stomp up off the bed and bump my shoulder into him as I walked out of the bedroom. I was sleeping well. I am so tired and now I'll wake up feeling like I slept a minute.

Walking into Sia's pink bedroom, I couldn't help but smile. She was trying to put on her underwear.

"Let me help you."

"No"

" But baby those are on backwards. You did a very good job putting them on but they are on backwards. How about we take them off and put them on the right way. You can put them on again let's just put them on the right way. Ok?"

She nodded her head and took her underwear off, only to put them on the right way. Smiling and chanting how she was a big girl I kissed her forehead only to have her wipe my kiss off. That feeling where your heart plummets into a sea of sorrow is the only way to explain what I was feeling. She always let Jared kiss her forehead or anywhere else. What have I done wrong?

"Baby how come you wiped my kiss away?"

"I don't ike mommies kisses, I wuv daddy's kisses."

"Oh, ok mommy won't kiss you anymore." Helping her put on her pajamas with a heavy heart I began to tuck her in, only for her to throw a tantrum.

"I don't want mommy. I want daddy. Only daddy can. No mommy."

"Daddy is sleeping baby why don't you let mommy tuck you in and sing to you?"

"No" Then there cam the full tantrum. She began to throw herself all over the place and cry and scream. When did she become so spoiled as to think she can throw a tantrum? I don't know whether it was because I was tired sad or fed up but I snapped.

"Sia hush. Daddies sleeping, you're going to wake him up. Shh."

"NO I WANT DADDEEEE. I WANT DADDEEE." Screaming and thrashing all over the place like she was on fire. Oh hell no.

"Whack" All was silent. A big eyed child stared at me with wide eyes full of disbelief.

"Sia you don't throw a tantrum just because you don't get your way. That is naughty, that is not how a big girl acts. Now go to sleep. I was going to sing to you, but since you don't want me to and you acted naughty I want you to go straight to bed." She quickly went underneath her covers and stared at me. I slowly walked towards the door, my eyes burning with unshed tears and turned off her light. I walked into the hallway and began to close her door.

"I hate you mommy." My heart shattered and burned to ash.

"I know." I whispered to nothing but the air.

Sia has been nothing but trouble. She's been glaring at me all day and is making my life living hell.

"Sia baby don't draw on the walls. You know that your not supposed to do that."

"No Sia you can't eat candy right now wait until after dinner."

"Sia, no. Sia don't touch daddies phone."

She wouldn't leave anything alone. She got into everything and anything. Especially things that were important. Like my work for work. She ripped drew and hid papers all around the house. She even went as far as peeing her undies like and untrained baby.

"Sia you need to stop acting like this. Now. You need to stop. Do you want a spanking?"

"I hate you. I hate you mommee I hate you." It didn't matter that she had already said it or that I knew it, it didn't matter at all. Those words still hurt me.

I pulled a chair from the table and sat in it putting my head in my hands. Taking deep breaths so as not to cry I sat there. I know it was a long time, a long, long time. I sat there for a good thirty minutes. Pulling myself together I stood from my seat to see Sia watching TV, like she did nothing wrong. I walked swiftly to the basement and brought up a box. Going into Sia's room I threw all of her toys into the box, everything that she could play with or entertain herself with, except for the books and coloring books. Those she could play with. Taking the box I put it back downstairs. Going up the stairs I continued on into the living room. Picking up the remote I turned off the TV and put the remote up on the top shelf. Sia began to whine.

" Sia you have been and are being naughty. So I'm grounding you. You don't want to listen and you want to act like a baby and throw tantrums well this is what will happen." As expected she began throwing herself off the sofa and around on the floor. Ignoring her I went to the kitchen and sat down on the seat I had sat on before.

Sia was still throwing her tantrum and it's been two hours.

"Sia stop it. You have no reason to be crying so stop it."

"But u ont turn on da TV." She cried all through her speech

"That's because you were acting naughty like you are now. Once you start acting nice again I'll turn on the TV." She started screaming and ranting and I couldn't help but give a small smile. Not in happiness but of bitterness.

"I hate you"

"When have you ever not?" I whispered.

Sia ran to her room and slammed the door closed, only to cry when she found all her toys missing. She stayed in there crying all day until her daddy came home. Where was I? Well I was in the kitchen with my head in my hands trying not to cry. What kind of mother am I? What child hates their mother?

It was a bad day at work. My boss went off on me. I came home after picking Sia up from preschool to come home to a messy house. Jared was the only one here all day, so why did it look as though elephants had played football I have no idea but what I do know is that I am tired. I needed a break. A break so bad.

I looked down at my baby who was trying to take her shoes off.

"Can you say I love mommy?"

"No. I wuv dadee." Always daddy.

"But baby don't you love mommy too."

"NO" My shoulders sunk down and I

"See Bella she's daddies' little girl." Yeah she's daddies' little girl. Who pushed her out of there privates for nine hours? I did. Who changes her diapers? I do. Who picks up all of her toys? I do. Who lets her watch TV a lot and eat cake for breakfast? I do. Who dresses her for school every morning? I do. Who cooks dinner right after work and does her laundry? I do. So what makes him so special that you only love him?

"Yeah she's daddies little girl." Smiling I feel my heart drop and dance along to the song of sadness with in my belly, a belly that carried that baby for ten long months. Smiling I get up quickly so that my tears may not be discovered by my husband of 5 years, a husband who has stolen my child's heart along with mine from me. What am I thinking? That's her dad. But then again I'm her mom. What kind of mother am I, that her child hates her so? What kind of mother am I?

"Babe what's for dinner?"

"I'm tired Jared, make something or order I don't care."

"Bella honey I want to eat a home cooked meal I've been waiting all day for you to come home and cook."

"You've been waiting all day for my cooking yet couldn't cook it with on the seven hours I was gone?"

"Bella yours tastes better."

"Jared I'm tired. I just want to take a nap. Maybe after a nap I'll cook."

"But Bella…"

"Jared I said I'm tired. I'm tired I've worked long and hard and I really need to rest."

"Bella just make something quick. Please I'm hungry."

"JARED IM TIRED I'VE WORKED ALL DAY AND I'M TIRED. DON'T YOU GET IT? IM TIRED." I screamed and I never scream.

"Why the hell are you screaming at me?" He doesn't know?

"You want to know why? Because I'm tired. T. I. R. E. D. tired. I've worked for seven hours while you've stayed home all day and did nothing but dirty up a house that I cleaned last night. I vacuumed I dusted I washed and I am tired. I come home everyday to a werewolf that seems to be good for shit and a child who hates their mother. I have to come home and clean what was already cleaned less than 24 hours ago. Not only that but you can't seem to do the littlest things I ask you and I don't ask you for much. You can't seem to help me with anything. I have to take care of a kid that loves her daddy yet the only one who is taking care of her is me. I clean, dress, feed and take her where ever she needs to go. I give you everything you want while I'm already tired without so much as a thank you in return. I am tired. So tired Jared. I'm your wife yet I feel like a maid. I'm a mother yet I feel like a nanny. I am only 25 yet I feel like a 50 year old with every ache and pain that fills my body. I'm tired Jared. So, so tired. And with that I broke down into tears. No not tears. I sobbed so hard that I was hiccupping and loosing breath. Snot mixed with tears and sobs turned into repeats as Jared stood there looking.

"Get out. Jared."

"But Bella I…"

"GET OUT. And take your daughter with you."

"She's your daughter too."

"No she's not. She was never mine, nor did she ever want to be. She's daddy's little girl, remember?