Full summary: Bella and her son Journey to Forks after the death of her father. While there she meets different people that help her survive her new life, including a Doctor with a not so simple life of his own. Can Bella help to bring all of these people together while also struggiling to keep her own life from slipping off the tracks.

AN: This story will have all of the 'Cullens' but they all don't know each other. Thier lives are all pretty close to what thier human lives were like in Twilight, but I have changed a few things. At this moment the La Push characters will not play a role in this story but that may change. I will try to update at least once a week but I also have another story I am writing at the same time. Do not worry though you will not have to wait weeks on end for me to update. Chapters should be about the same length as this one and I'm sorry but it will be a couple of chapters before Edward is introduced.

Disclaimer: I am not Stephenie Meyer therefore I do not own the Twilight Franchise.

New Life

He looked so peaceful through the rearview mirror. Like an angel with no wings, my personal angel. He may not know it but this little guy gave me hope and I wouldn't want to change a single thing about how he came into my life.

If you're expecting one of those cliché stories where my best friend/love of my life knocked me up and I ran away so that I wouldn't be such a burden to everyone then you will be sadly mistaken. No the peaceful sleeper in the back seat was a product of sheer stupidity. The one time in my life when I decide that it's okay to let loose backfires on me. The one time that I decide that it would be the perfect time to enjoy myself at one the parties Riana was always taking me to, I end up pregnant. What's sad is that I don't even remember how it happened, so in my mind I guess I'm still a virgin. Anthony Zane Swan, that's what is sleeping in the backseat of my old beat up '96 Honda Accord. I wanted to name him Anthony Skylar Swan, but well you can guess what everyone as school would call him when he got older "Look there goes A.S.S.". Looking in the rearview mirror again I can see the signs of unease, the slight frown at the corner of his mouth, and the restlessness in his movements. I know he's not really sleeping peacefully, I know I wouldn't be if I was my mother. Everyone tells me that I'm so great with Zane (he decided to go by his middle name, apparently Anthony is just a little too old school) and that I'm a natural born mother. I don't see it I guess. When I look into the mirror I see a girl way in over her head; a girl, not a woman and definitely not a mother. Maybe that's a part of what being a mother is; always worrying that what you're doing is never enough. Or maybe I'm not cut out for this; I can't keep a steady job, I have no other family for Zane to know, and we barely get by. Eviction notice after eviction notice has proven that I'm not fit to be a mother. The lack of health insurance and a stable home shows that I can't provide for him the way a mother is supposed to.

The sign telling me were heading into Oregon passes me by; it feels no different than when my headlights lit up the Welcome to California sign. Isn't there supposed to be that feeling of elation that I'm one state closer to a new life, that feeling of possible security, or is my heart already preparing me for what I know will be coming. It's like that Carrie Underwood song about temporary homes except I don't exactly know where I'm going in life. I found out a few days ago that I did in fact have a father, emphasis on the "did". His name was Charlie Swan (now I know where my last name came from); he was a police chief for the tiny town of Forks, Washington. The very place that I was headed to now, in Charlie's will he left me everything he owned. Which judging by the lack of human populous in Forks; it can't be much, but who am I to look a gift horse in the mouth? That five minute phone call from a Mr. Lloyd gave me hope that this was it, our chance at a new life, a new beginning. So I packed up the three bags of belongings we had and started the long journey from Phoenix, Arizona to Forks, Washington. I wish I could have met him, my father I mean, he sounds like here was a pretty cool guy to just leave everything he owned to me when we didn't really know each other that well. Mr. Lloyd told me he died on the job, I wanted to ask him how exactly his life ended but I figured that would be prying a little too much. I think that once I get settled into our new home in Forks I'll go and visit Charlie's grave and thank him for his generosity. I imagine by now most of you are wondering how my mother plays into all of this. The simple answer: she doesn't. The not so simple answer can wait for another time.

"Mommy" Zane groggily calls out "where are we?"

"We're half way to Forks, baby" I tell him while taking an exit ramp for a town named Medford, knowing the next words out of his mouth will either include hunger or the need to use the bathroom.

"Can we stop some where I need to potty and what about food I haven't eaten in forever?" I know my son way to well.

"That's what I'm doing Anthony, how does McDonalds sound?" I call back to him while throwing on my blinker first toward the gas station.

"Mom! Don't call me that it makes me seem really old" Zane yells back now completely awake "Can I get the chicken nugget happy meal, please, please, please, I promise this time to eat everything before I play with the toy."

"Sweetheart their serving breakfast now, you've been sleeping for a really long time"

"Oh, well then I want the sausage pancake sandwich meal thing with chocolate milk." He told me as we pulled into the gas station parking lot. I drove around to get gas first so as soon as we were done eating we could back on the road. I went inside to prepay 30 dollars which almost filled up the entire tank. We only had around 50 dollars left and I imagine I would need to get gas another time. That left at least 20 dollars for the rest of the trip; it looks like I will be eating off the dollar menu. After getting gas I drove over to the McDonalds. Since we had been in the car for a really long time I thought it would be best if we ate inside.

"Hi welcome to McDonalds what would you like to have this morning." Usually overly cheering people piss me off but something about today made me appreciate the effort this young girl puts in to making her job as bearable as possible.

"Can I get the sausage McGriddle meal with chocolate milk, a sausage burrito, and a hash brown?" I paid for our order and stood near the back so that I was out of the way of everyone else. Anthony liked to show that he was a very independent person and went to go find us a seat. Once I picked up our order I turned around to find Anthony seating in the booth clossest to the play area, it was nice to know that he was still a child at heart. Anthony ate quickly and since there was no chance of him receiving a toy I let him go play in the play area for a little bit. We had been cooped up in the car for hours and we both needed a little break and it's not like we were on any timeline. We had been on the road for almost 20 hours now, well more like 17 since I took a three hour nap at a rest stop that I found to be well lit but mostly deserted. It wasn't much of a sleep though considering I kept dreaming up scenarios where a truck driving axe murder killed us. By my calculations and the map I bought before I left we should be arriving in Forks in about 10 hours.

Soon thirty minutes had passed and even though we were in no rush I knew it was time for us to get back on the road. Surprisingly it wasn't hard to get Anthony back in the car; I think he was just as ready to get this trip over with as I was. Between Medford and Portland we had to make two more stops for restroom breaks and to stretch our legs. By the time we reached Portland we were both really hungry and we made a stop at a place called Old Time Pizza. It was a pretty cool place and we split the Spaghetti and Meatballs so it didn't cost a lot. I topped of the tank before we left Portland so now we were left with close to 10 dollars for dinner. I was hoping to reach Forks by dinner time and since Forks was about 5 hours away I think we might be able to make it.

We were only on the road for about thirty minutes when I noticed that Anthony had gone back to sleep. Being in a car has to be extremely boring for a 5 year old. I really hate what this trip is doing to his sleeping patterns; it's going to take days to get him sleeping at normal times. Anthony finally woke up just as we were passing through Queets, WA. We were just about an hour outside Forks and the road we were on allowed us to look out across the ocean. Anthony really liked that, growing up in Phoenix he has never gotten to see the ocean. I imagine this means there will be several trips to a beach somewhere in our near future. Pretty soon we arrived in Forks, WA. It was just like I thought it would be, quaint and welcoming. It had that small town charm that you can never go wrong with. Finding Charlie's, I mean our house wasn't terribly hard. The house had a small gravel driveway just big enough for two maybe three cars at the most. It was painted a simple off white with blue accents that were beginning to fade. From the outside it looked much bigger than I expected but what did I know, we had been living in apartments for most of our life. Anthony raced out of the car and up toward the front door, which did him no good considering I had the keys and the door was locked. We didn't have many possessions with us so I was able to grab them all in one trip. Once I unlocked the car Anthony stormed up the stairs and I heard him yell mine once he found the room he wanted. I sat our bags down next to the stairs and looked into the kitchen to see that it was a reasonable size but not dreadfully small. I looked in the living room next to see that all the furniture apparently came with the house as well. Charlie seemed to have spent a rather simple life but he must have loved T.V. based on the fact that standing in the living room was a 52" plasma screen T.V. The living room was situated right next to the stairs that doubled as the other wall for the hallway. The hallway lead to a door to the back yard. There was one room off the hallway which I was glad to see was a laundry room. There was also a small Harry Potter type closet under the stairs that I could use for storage. I made my way out the back door to discover a decent sized back yard that bordered against a forest. I would need to caution Anthony not to go into the forest without letting me know first.

Eventually I made it upstairs to find Anthony in a room that must have been mine at one point. There was a small crib, a changing table, and a rocker. The site was really sad; he must have been waiting for a really long time for my mom to come back and to bring me with her. The room was extremely dusty almost as if no one had stepped foot into the room in a really long time. I would definitely have to spend a lot of time sanitizing everything in here before I would ever let Anthony sleep in this room. On my way to the room that would be mine I passed the only bathroom in the entire house, which was fine because Anthony and I rarely spent any more time than what was necessary in the bathroom. This room had to have been Charlie's and I could tell it hadn't been changed much since my mother left. The bed comforter had flowers on it as did the curtains; there was also a matching vanity and dresser. He must have really loved her to deal with all this frilly stuff for over 23 years. Anthony came into my room after a few minutes asking about dinner and when we were going to eat. All the utilities seem to be working so part of me was curious if there was any food in the pantry. I went down to the kitchen to find that both the pantry and the fridge were pretty much bare except for some cans of beans, chips, pop-tarts, bread, milk, some fresh frozen fish, and a pack of beer. Charlie was definitely a simple man. It wasn't much to work with but it would have to do until I could get some money to go grocery shopping.

We ended up having some baked fish with beans and garlic bread and for dessert a strawberry pop-tart. The foods didn't exactly go together but I got no complaints from Anthony. After we ate our meal we made our way to the living room to see if I could operate this mammoth of a T.V., which Anthony loved. As soon as we got into the living his eyes light up at the site of the monster and he squealed as if Christmas had come early. I eventually figured out how to get the T.V. on and then how to work the controls to find a cartoon station. We watched T.V. for a while until Anthony drifted off to sleep and I followed him into sweet oblivion not to long afterwards.

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-Lostinreality