Its hard to believe that its been a year almost to the day that I posted the epilogue of Hurricane Swan.

I know this is short, but it's just an opening, it'll start off a bit turbulent but I will make sure I chuck some lighthearted parts in every now and then so it's not too depressing.

Also I'd like to apologise for the delay, I had a complete writers block and then could find no motivation. I've written so many different versions but hated them and shoved them far away to never see the light of day feeling they were way too dark or way too boring. I now have an idea of how this is going to end, I'm just not sure exactly how to get there, so feel free to tell me of any confusion or lack of flow, as that seems to be a main problem with my writing.

Lastly if you want to read more please put the story on story alert as with the long and irregular work hours it's impossible to keep to a set date to update, so I'll just promise you all that I'll write when I get the time.

P.S this will be back to first person in the next chapter, third just seemed more fitting here, but let me know if you like it and I may use it again in the future as it will fit in with thestoryline I have planned.

*Ramble over*


"If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son, I got 99 problems but the-"

"Don't you dare." Esme warned in a low tone at the booming duet of Jack and Emmett, while slowly turning the page of her magazine with a perfect white finger.

"Bitch ain't one!" Joanne bellowed as she walked through the door.

"Eh. You can pretend you're not rude sometimes you know." Rob smirked coming up from his workshop in the basement.

"Nope. Don't like lying to my family." She grinned at Esme, who snorted.

"Hardly, but if you were actually being honest I'd have no argument." Esme glanced at the clock. "Cookies are done. Victoria, dear, can you help me cool these down so I can get them packed up and off to the shelter?"

Victoria floated down the stairs, her fiery hair braided neatly. "Hey sis, where's my brother-in-law?"

"Hunting with Lorrie last I heard." Valerie shrugged. "With any luck removing some tension with a rant or two."

"More likely a scowl." Joanne pulled her face in an imitation of Adam's usual expression, earning an eye-roll but a slight smile from his wife.

The phone rang over the booming laughter of a joke shared between Jasper, Emmett and Jack. Rob slid over the polished floor to the receiver and answered the call, his dark hair flopping into his eyes.

"Hello."

"Bella's plane will land at 1am." Alice's voice chirped into Adam's ear.

"About time. Hey Mar, can I borrow your mirror?" Rosalie's velvety voice piped in with a lip-smack, Rob supposed it was a new layer of lipstick, but he didn't have a clue, his wife wasn't really known for being a girly-girl so he was lost when it came to things like make-up and as Alice says 'fashion, style and everything inbetween,' not that he cared.

"You sure?" Rob asked, flicking a wood chip across the floor, earning a glare from the Cullen matriarch, as it left a scratch invisible to human eyes but as plain as day to a vampire.

"Fairly, she doesn't have her phone so she let me see. Oh my god. I've wanted those forever!"

Rob hung up the phone as the screech got louder, when Alice and Rosalie are shopping its best to minimise contact if hearing is a wanted ability.

Robert hesitated in going upstairs to tell the telepathic vampire the news, so was somewhat relieved when Adam returned with Lawrence.

"The girls just called, Isabella's coming back at 1am, I was going to go upstairs and tell Ed, but erm, the..."

"I'll tell him," Adam said giving Valerie a quick kiss on the lips.

"Martiee was alright wasn't she?" Lorrie said, looking evenly at Rob.

"She's fine." Rob said with a smirk. Every time she leaves his side he worries, he likes to pretend he's perfectly happy with her going out, I guess going years thinking someone you love is dead can do that to a person.

Adam stopped outside the uppermost room in the vampires mansion, and knocked lightly before slipping quickly into the room, closing the door behind him.

Using his memory of the room he gently moved over to the window to open the several layers of blackout blinds, enabling him to actually see a still figure reclining on a sofa.

"No moon tonight and there's a lot of cloud cover so it shouldn't be too bright for you." Adam told him as he removed the final blind. "Is that alright? Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah, thanks." Edward sighed, running a hand through his already messy hair, eyes still closed. "Tonight?" Edward's face lit up, after all he hadn't seen his wife in four months.

"1am. I'll drive."

"But-" He turned towards the blonde vampire in protest, but knew it was futile.

Adam once again felt a rush of sympathy for the vampire, because of the scar that started from his hairline straight down the right side of his face, neck, torso and thigh. Not because of how he looked, although it was a reminder, but because of the pain it caused him physically and emotionally. Physically, because his eye was damaged beyond repair, causing problems with his eyesight and often causing him to suffer from the vampire equivalent of a migraine, and mentally as although Bella loved him all the same, he wasn't as confident in himself, especially when he meets new vampires who gawk at him. Also a vampire is supposed to be a perfect hunter, so with his migraines and imperfect vision, his instincts are telling him he's weak and vulnerable.

That seems to be the main reason Adam and Edward now get on so well, they are both in some way handicapped by their respective injuries and can relate more to each other than with Bella or Jasper, although Bella is unbelievably mentally scarred more than she is physically, she doesn't feel she can relate to anyone, and Jasper is just physically scarred with a confidence of steel, nothing anyone can say will hurt him. Plus when Jasper can feel everyone's emotions which makes talking to him more like talking to a doctor than it does a friend.

"Be ready to leave in a couple of hours." Adam smiled sadly and walked to the door, thinking the brooding vampire wanted some time alone.

"Stay for a while will you?" Edward sighed, shifting on the couch to make room for his friend and vampire wife's adopted vampire son.

Adam sat quietly in the vacated space and waited for the older vampire to speak.

"You've noticed that she comes back worse each time don't you?"

"Hard to miss." Adam said quietly, trying to prevent the images of the female vampire in her paranoid and cold demeanour after her return from her employment, and it takes longer and longer for her to return to a semblance of her former self.

"Has she ever told you why?"

"I assumed it was just her stay there," Adam shrugged then turned to look at Edward, who he noticed looked very troubled and torn. "Why? Is there another reason?"

Edward sighed and closed his eyes. "Aro believes so, that's why he insists she still goes to Italy, so he can monitor her better."

"Well? What does he think?" Adam asked, a flutter of panic expanding throughout him, was there actually something wrong with her?

"I don't think it's my place to say, it's Bella's mind, so it's her place. But if she really is worse than last time, I think I will force her to tell you all." His head fell into his hands, at a complete loss.

Adam lay a hand on his shoulder in a gesture of comfort.

"She loves you never doubt that."

"That's why I worry. She's beginning to notice how I'm not coping too well with her moods when she returns. It just hurts to think there is something wrong with her and I can't help. And I know her, if she really realises how much it hurts, she will leave to 'protect' me, probably for the same reasons I fooled myself into believing when I left her. And this," Edward gestured to his scarred face, "doesn't help in the slightest."

"Edward, even if she did believe that, we would never let her leave, and if she did we all would hunt her down, to remind her how we all need her, we're a family."

Edward sighed once again, but gave a silent nod of thanks.

"Now enough of the cheesy stuff. Be at the front door at half 11." Adam clapped his friends shoulder once more before he got up and left.