Hello Everyone. This is my first fan fiction so please be kind. I own nothing. Please enjoy!
Chapter 1:
Ugh…what a day it has been. I am just now getting home after being at work for 10 straight hours. I'm dead on my feet. Walking into by small rundown apartment I hear the only thing that keeps me going from day to day.
"Momma, Momma, Momma."
My little boy runs right to my arms.
"Hey there my little angle, how was your day with Uncle Jasper."
"We colored come see."
Walking over to the couch where Jasper was sitting I saw all the different pages spread out on the coffee table with little scribbles all over them.
"They look great sweetie. Have you had dinner yet? I could make you something if you are hungry"
Jasper spoke up at that moment. "Nah, we're good. We had Mac & Cheese for dinner didn't we buddy?"
"Yep." Mason said, while he went back to coloring.
"You look beat, why don't you go change and I'll help get this guy ready for bed."
Jasper was an absolute life saver. I really don't know where I would be today if it weren't for him. He really has been my rock. It's just a shame that after all this time, he's really the only one who is there for me, other than my father of course, but his life is back in Forks and I'm here in Seattle. There's only so much that can be done through the phone.
I went back to my bedroom to change out of my waitress outfit and in to some comfy sweats and t-shirt. I'm really trying not to look at how bad my apartment is. All the cracked paint and out of date appliances are really starting to wear on me. It just downright sucks having to live in this dump with my little baby. I could always go home to Forks and live with my dad, but I just can't bear to be there with all the memories of what could have been. I'm trying so hard to stand on my own for both myself and my son. It sure isn't easy. My mom sure has done nothing to help. After she found out I was pregnant and would have to drop out of the community college she all but disowned me. She said "I know I raised you better than to follow in my footsteps, I raised one kid, I'm not helping you to raise another." Last time I checked when I lived with her growing up I was the one taking care of her. I'm not sure how she can say she ever spent anytime actually being a parent to me.
Jasper really is the only one I have. He's been my savior. After I finally left Forks I headed to Seattle with very little money in my pocket, a few clothes and a baby in my tummy. I found the cheapest apartment that I could find and a job waitressing at a little Diner down the road from my apartment. I was so depressed and lonely when I got to Seattle I ended up going to work and coming home. I asked for all the extra hours they could give me knowing I would need to save everything I had for when my baby was born. Most day's I ended up working 12 hours a day just to come home get some sleep and do it again the next day. I really was not living for those first 3 months I was in Seattle. On the few days off that I was actually able to leave my apartment I would end up at the park across the way just sitting on a bench crying about what my life has become.
All the hopes and dreams I had that were crushed in that one moment. It caused me so much pain to just think about what happened I couldn't even function. Then one day as I was sitting on that bench crying like the pathetic person I was a man sat down beside me. I hadn't interacted with anyone outside of the diner for so long I really wasn't sure what to do at that moment. I just kept to myself and stared at the ground. After a few minutes the man cleared his throat and began talking.