Hey Guys! I know what you are thinking...why are you writing a Christmas story when you should be working on The Hole Shot! Yes, you are right, but I couldn't help myself!

I haven't had this beta, I wanted to give Moma T a break, so all mistakes are so mine.

I don't own, but I bet you knew that already.

You never really understand your parents when they throw all those rules at you during those rebellious teenage years. You listen, you pretend to obey...and then you run off and do whatever the hell you want. I, Isabella Swan, learned my lesson. I actually learned it pretty quickly when I found myself 19 and pregnant.

Let me rewind a little bit here. I grew up in a sleepy little Washington town that no one has ever heard of. I can't say that I blame them; there are literally 3 stop lights to the whole place. My dad, Charlie, is a police officer there and mom is an accountant. My mom had a lot of trouble during childbirth, so it's always just been me.

My childhood was pretty great, I can't deny that. My parents were always loving and kind and in all honesty, they probably made things a little too easy on me. But that's life isn't it? Only children quite often find themselves on the spoiled side. So, when I found myself being called Miss Vanilla at 17, I decided I wanted to change.

Enter Alec Hale.

He was every girl's wet dream. Tall, lean and tattooed with 'kiss my ass' attitude, I was quickly drawn to his boyish charm and square jaw which made me want to lick him. The biggest turn on?

He. Wanted. Me.

He was 18, and in my eyes, that made him a man. Soon, the subtle brushes and glances that the boys in my grade gave just weren't enough. Alec seemed bold with his blatant ogling and strong sexual remarks. I wish I could seem embarrassed at how quickly I found myself underneath him, but I wasn't. He made me feel loved and beautiful and wild.

I loved every second of it.

My parents were livid. Alec had dropped out of school, he had no prospects of a job, and he lived in a run-down apartment with three other guys. While I never partook in any of the snowflakes that were left on the kitchen table, I know that Alec did. It was a source of many fights over the course of our relationship.

He would use; we would fight. He would use; we would fight. It was a vicious cycle that I couldn't seem to break away from.

After going back and forth for a year, I quickly found out that the pull and pray method isn't the most effective form of birth control. The day I went to the apartment to tell Alec, he wasn't alone.

The door was slightly ajar, and I had gone in without knocking before. I didn't expect this time to be any different, so I pushed the door open and walked in. At this point, I had only ever been intimate with Alec, and while I wasn't exactly 'dead' in bed, I knew that there were other things out there than the simple lovemaking we had been doing. I just wasn't prepared to see those other things from my boyfriend...and another girl...and guy.

As Alec pumped into her from behind, and his roommate thrust up into her simultaneously, I nearly vomited on the spot.

I thought he jump away, ashamed, and beg for my forgiveness. He didn't. Instead, he smirked at me and motioned for me to join them.

I was young and naive and my world had been turned upside down. I did the only thing I could think of; I ran. I didn't know what else to do. I waited every night for a phone call. Nothing. A week later, Alec finally showed up outside of school and asked me what my problem was. When I told him about the baby, he laughed.

"Whose is it? Cause it sure as hell isn't mine."

Those were words that would echo in my brain and haunt me for the remainder of my pregnancy. It wasn't until I held my baby boy in my arms that I vowed then and there, he came first. Always.

Life was tough, but my parents were incredible. I can't count how many nights I have lay awake in my bed and cried tears of remorse for them and everything I had put them through. They didn't have to stand by me when the whispers of the town came. They stood their ground and defended their 'slut' daughter. They didn't have to help me when I needed diapers and baby food, but they bought them anyway. They certainly didn't have to help me when I had finals to take and senior seminar to pass...but they did.

I owe everything to them. That includes this little bookstore that I'm standing in now.

They sold all their stock and bonds and took out a second mortgage on their house to help me create my little empire. Okay, so empire is probably not the right word, but after the first year, it became pretty obvious that print was dying, and that I would have to expand if I wanted to keep the doors open.

I started small. Rosalie McCarty and her husband Emmett had been friends of mine since college. Sweet and good natured, I was more than happy to take them on as business partners.

That's how 'Grounds for Thought,' came to be. It was the best bookstore and bakery/coffee shop in Forks. Okay, so it was the only one, but we stayed very busy. Once Rosalie branched out and started doing wedding cakes too, we had more business than we could handle.

As the business grew, I started feeling guilt about the fact that the bakery did a lot more business than the bookstore, so I started literature readings and poetry nights. Forks is pretty close to Port Angeles and with some marketing help, I began to draw a lot of interest from the community college there. I made sure to offer specials and do whatever it took to appeal to the collegiate crowd. It worked, and soon we had to hire employees to help with the crowd.

This was around the time that I started to feel exceptionally guilty about the fact that Andrew practically lived at the bookstore with me. He was just a baby, and at 5, he should be reading Dr. Seuss, not Bronte. So, with encouragement and promised assistance from my support group (aka mom, dad, Rose and Emmett) I signed Drew up for local group that does activities with children who have absentee fathers. Dad and Emmett try their best to give Drew a sense of male guardianship, but they have work. Not mention the fact that Rose and Emmett will have kids of their own soon.

The group turned out to be the best idea for Andrew. Soon, he was more open and excited than I had ever seen him. He would talk for hours about the things the group did and how much he loved the group 'Fathers' and 'Brothers.' They had filled a void in him that I hadn't even known existed. It took about 3 weeks before I met Drew's favorite, Mr. Mason. When I did, I could certainly understand why he would love him so much.

There is no other word for Mason Cullen but amazing. I don't know a lot about his personal life except that his wife left him about a year before he came to Forks with his dad, Carlisle. They opened a small pediatric office in town, and everyone seems to go to them. I think they even have a few patients who are over 18.

As time passed, Drew and Mason grew impossibly close. I had even overheard a conversation between Carlisle and Mason about playing favorites with the boys in the group. He has made more of an effort, but it is still obvious to me.

As Drew's love for Mason grew, so did my own. I found myself sneaking glances at him and touching his arm whenever possible. I tried to be as subtle as possible, but Rose did indeed call me out a few times.

All that came to a head last Christmas. It was a spectacular Christmas Eve...followed by the most disappointing Christmas I've ever known.

What did you think? I plan for this to be about 4 chapters, ending on Christmas. They won't be very long, but most will be longer than this one. Be prepared, this will be so much fluff, it will make your teeth hurt! See you tomorrow!