A/N: Hey all! This is my first fanfic. I hope you enjoy. These first couple chapters are a little long, but please, bear with me. I think this story is very entertaining. I apologize now for any spelling or grammatical mistakes!

This chapter introduces the family and their new jobs. There is a visual guide on my profile if you would like to know how I see the different areas.

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Chapter 1: Vacation, Schmaycation!

I couldn't believe it. My whole life was shutting down! Well, not exactly my whole life. Actually, not even a big part of my life. I guess I was being a little dramatic… But still! What was I going to do? A month, one whole month without work!

Now, don't get me wrong, I'm no workaholic. I'm not that person who goes to the office early and leaves late, never spending time with their family. In fact, a big reason why I loved work was because my family was there! Work kept me busy. It gave me purpose. Now, for a whole month, I'd have no purpose.

I'd be on 'vacation', like my life wasn't perfect enough as it was!

I had a great husband, the most beautiful daughter in the world, four of the most supportive parents one could ask for, two sisters who doubled as best friends, two crazy brothers and a three-pack of werewolves who spent their time protecting my family and sharing in our life's journey. Not to mention the good looks, super strength, hearing and sight, immortality and all of the other great perks that came with being a vampire.

That's the problem, though. I was a vampire. I had a perfect life and unlimited time on my hands. It could drive a person crazy, all that time. That's why I needed to work. For my entire vampire-existence, I had been busy. When I was a new born, I had my new born daughter to take care of and protect from certain death by the Volturi. We did this by building a small army of witnesses and using my shield against the many attacks they tried to harm us with. With impending doom on my mind, I didn't have time to think about anything else. Then, there was preparing for our cross-country move. After that, school started, and all the time on my hands was useful in helping me graduate second in my class at Dartmouth. (I could've easily clenched first, but our job was to stay out of the limelight.) After graduation, I jumped straight into work.

Now, I was supposed to just sit around and twiddle my thumbs? I didn't know how I'd survive. This was going to be the first extended break I'd had since becoming a vampire, and, to make matters worse, I'd have to spend a week away from my daughter to kick it all off! I was seriously going to go crazy!

It was 4:45. I had 15 minutes left in my office before I left it dark and alone for a whole month.

I loved my office! It was my oasis. Of course Alice and Esme insisted on decorating it, but its style was so me! The bright white walls were littered with black and white pictures from both of my lives. My whole office, in fact, was black and white with splashes of yellow thrown in everywhere. It was very light and open. My favorite piece of furniture in my office was my bookcase. Edward had made it for me as a graduation present and it was perfect. It was black and was made up of about twelve different shelving units, all braced to the wall so that they slid. The alphabet was then painted on it in different colors and styles. I absolutely loved it! Even better, he had begun filling it with first editions of all of the classics by giving me a new one for every special occasion on the planet. Even though I hated expensive presents, I loved my books! My desk was white and lovely, although I didn't use it to write.

My favorite place to write was in the corner of my office, under the big corner window. The window was limo-tinted, so even when we did get sun, the people outside couldn't see me glittering. When I left Forks, I stole Charlie's favorite old green chair and made my mom send me her favorite tiled café table. Alice made a black slip-cover for the chair and it matched my office perfectly. The tiles on the table made a sunflower. I knew it was selfish of me to take these things, but they made me feel close to my parents. I'd carry my laptop over to the café table and write where I felt most comfortable, most at home. The only place superior to my corner was in Edwards's arms, which is where I suddenly found myself.

I had dazed off into my own little world, not even noticing when I got up from my desk, placed a blanket over my sleeping daughter on my black leather couch and sank into Charlie's chair, staring off into space. That's when Edward had sneaked in and swooped me up, out of my corner and out of my thoughts.

"Hi beautiful," he said in his velvet voice. "Are you ready to start our vacation?" he questioned, running his hand through my hair, across my jaw line and around to the small of my back. He then pulled me into one of those delightful kisses that still gave me butterflies and sent that familiar feeling through my body. I pulled away. "Vacation, schmaycation!I can think of a couple things I'm ready to start, but none of them are appropriate with our four year old daughter sleeping a couple feet from us".

"Eww, gross! Must you two always act like horny teenagers?" Reneesme said as she rose from the couch she often took afternoon naps on. "Plus, technically, I'm almost five, even though a look almost triple that and my mind is almost par with yours!," she spat. She was really grumpy when she first woke up.

"Sorry to break it to you," Edward replied, "but your mother and I will forever be horny teenagers, and you have no idea how happy that makes me," he whispered the last part to me with a wink.

"Gross" Renesmee replied with a roll of her eyes.

"Hey, its how you were made, it can't be that gross if it gave us you!" I said jokingly. "And to clarify, I don't care how old your body or mind are, you are our four-year old daughter until your birthday in next month!" I told her.

She was right. Even though she had only been on this earth for less than five years, she looked closer to fifteen and her mind was almost as sharp as mine. She couldn't go to school yet, due to her rapid aging, but in a couple years, once she ages to look about seventeen, she would stop growing and stay that way forever; one of the perks of being half human/half vampire. This would happen when she was seven, and that is when we would move again and we'd all become high school students, including Renesmee.

I felt bad for her. She didn't have any friends outside of the family and the pack because she grew so fast, so she spent all her time with us. It was pretty bad when we were all in school and she couldn't join us, but now that we had the C. C. Business Suites (Cullen Coven, of course) she was a lot happier.

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The C.C.B.S., which we liked to call it for short, was a beautiful, black, modern building in the middle of Hanover, New Hampshire, where we now lived. To the townspeople, the C.C.B.S. was just an eyesore in the middle of town where Dr. Cullen's family worked and only special people were allowed in. To us, it was our haven. Our home away from home. I loved it there, and I hated leaving it, even if only for a month.

Our beautiful black building was made up of the most random assortment of businesses that you have ever seen in one place. It's what was to be expected with such an eccentric family, right? Our building came to life last May, when Carlisle, who was working at the local teaching hospital, decided he wanted more time at home, but didn't want to stop practicing medicine. He decided that it was time to open his own practice; he planned to help those who were terminally ill, but couldn't afford medical treatment. Those who had no other way. I was starting to believe he was an angel, sent to earth and fated to become what he was so that he could help as many people possible. His cold, dead heart was bigger and stronger than anyone I'd ever met before.

He and Esme were out walking the town one snowy morning, on the way to meet a real estate agent when they saw it. The whole town was blanketed in white, the snow sliding off its slick surface and contrasting against its dark color. It was perfect. The black box of a building was exactly what Carlisle wanted. He bought it that day, and Esme began the renovations that night.

The only problem with his black beauty, however, was the size. It was much too big for one small practice. There were four levels with three separate suites on level. Carlisle decided that with his kids graduating from college in a month, why not give us each an office space and help us live out some of our dreams. We all gladly accepted. We weren't looking forward to moving so soon and starting over in high school, this would buy us at least a couple of years in Hanover. We loved it there. Carlisle had pulled some strings and gotten everyone one of us into Dartmouth, including the pack. We kept to ourselves a lot and didn't make many friends, just like in Forks, so people didn't really get close enough to us to notice that we weren't aging. All we'd have to do is dress a little more sophisticated and people would believe us to be of appropriate age; Alice loved that part. The day after graduation and the big blowout celebration we had, we moved in to our home away from home!

When you walk in to the C.C.B.S., you are greeted by Leah at a sleek, stainless steel welcoming desk. We don't have many clients and never have walk-ins, so it's easy for her to keep a schedule of who to expect and when to expect them. Leah had been eager to join us when we moved from Forks. Of course Jacob was coming with us, he really didn't have a choice, and Reneesme really couldn't be without him for very long. The other two members of his pack, Seth and Leah, jumped at the opportunity to tag along; Leah to get away from Sam and Emily, and Seth to stay true to "pack loyalty" as he had called it, although I know he really loved us all too much to stay away.

Leah had a hard time at the beginning of school. She originally declared her major to be Native American Studies, wanting to learn more about her heritage and people. When she realized the stories about the shape-shifting Quileute tribe were not on the syllabus, she decided to try something else. Her next choice was Earth Studies, but she left that one even quicker than the last. I think she had a breakdown, because next she forayed into the world of Chinese Studies, but surprisingly, this lasted almost twice as long as the other two choices. Finally, she found something that really suited her and graduated at the top of her class with a degree in Computer Science. Her expertise suited her well to be the guiding force behind C.C.B.S. She handled the reception, manned the front office and all other administrative aspects of all of the businesses that were found there. Jacob, who had majored in Mathematics, handled the accounting and anything else that had to do with numbers. They made a great team, working out of the front office on the main floor.

Seth, who was equal in appearance, but younger in actual age than all of us, did not like Dartmouth. He felt out of place and began to feel depressed. One day, not too long into our first semester, Seth skipped school and was at the house all alone when his stomach started growling. He didn't know how to cook, but was starving. He pulled out a cookbook and reluctantly began making himself some fried chicken and mashed potatoes. He said that the food tasted horrible, but he had never felt such a thrill! He dropped out the next day and enrolled at the local culinary school, where he thrived! He completed the main program, as well as the Le Cordon Bleu advanced course and graduated the same time as the rest of us. His corner of C.C.B.S. is on the first floor, where he works in his small kitchen all day. He not only feed the few employees there that actually ate food, but was trying out recipes for a cookbook he plans to release. All of the leftover food, which is hard to have with three werewolves around, is dropped at the local homeless shelter everyday.

Sharing the first floor with the pack is Rosalie. She decided to go with an Engineering degree at Dartmouth. She figured it would be a challenge and would lend itself well to her mechanic work. She was right! If it's even possible, she is a better mechanic now then ever before. She has her own garage now, where she only works on foreign, high quality cars. She also fixes all the family cars. She keeps the cleanest mechanic's garage I have ever seen and looks like a goddess in her custom made jumpsuits; courtesy of Alice, of course.

Her husband, Emmett, works on the very top floor, which is essentially a gym. There is an indoor jogging track surrounding a multi-purpose court. There is a weight room, full of all of the newest machines and a relaxing pool area, big enough for laps and drills, but tranquil enough for relaxation. It is in this gym that Emmett puts his Health Studies degree to work as a personal trainer for the rich and powerful. He may be a big dork any other time, but when he is on that terrace with his clients, he is really in the zone.

Underneath Emmett, Carlisle and Esme have their offices. Carlisle, of course, opened his practice and is very much at home helping those less fortunate than himself. His whole practice is up-to-date and modern. The patient rooms look more like expensive hotel suites and his operating room has all of the latest technology. Next door, Esme runs her thriving interior design company, where she creates the most beautiful pieces. She loves redecorating, it's truly a talent.

On the same floor as them is my pixie-like sister herself, Alice. At Dartmouth, Alice majored in Studio Art. She figured that her new knowledge would marry with her love of fashion and blossom into some great pieces. She was right! Alice is now the proud owner and designer of B10 Couture. (Yes, a play on 'bitten'). Her line is growing popularity at the boutiques she sells it in, and each piece is one of a kind. Her studio and workroom occupy the last office space on that floor, and they are beautiful! Her workroom is decorated with the kind of floral patterns that I once hated, but the way they are combined in that room is lovely. Her showroom, where she makes us all model her latest pieces, is soft and feminine with a slight edge, just like Alice. There's even a small runway!

On the second floor, Jasper has a very cozy and open office where he practices the art of the head shrink. Yes, Jasper is now a psychologist. When we started at Dartmouth, Edward and I convinced him to try and get more use out of his talent, which only seemed to bring him strife. He decided to humor us and take a shot at majoring in Psychology. As we guess, he thrived! He was able to use his gift to read the feelings coming off his subjects and analyze them. We could see noticeable improvements in his patients after the first visit! It was a great feeling to see him so in his zone, and we had never seen him happier. He had also mastered his 'vegetarianism' over the last couple of years and was no longer considered a weak link in our family's self control. I was so proud of him. We had gotten really close in our time together and we visited each other often during our work day, and just spent time talking. His office was also Reneesme's favorite place to nap because his couch was so comfortable!

Edward was also on the second floor, where he conducted his business in the coolest office I had ever seen. When you walk in, the room is very open, with a trio of desks that housed a slew of different computers and sound boards. He called this his 'control station'. There were three different doors, each leading to a different sound booth. The first was a standard one, for voice recording. Next was a large one filled with every different instrument imaginable. Lastly, there was the room filled with only one thing, a shiny, white baby grand piano that I had given him as a graduation present. Before we started school, Edward had really taken to playing his piano more than usual, probably because I love hearing him play so much! He started composing more and I could tell he really loved being around his music. Esme and I thought he would benefit from declaring himself a music major this time and he obliged. After the first month, even he knew he had made the right decision. He really immersed himself in his studies, refining his skills in so many instruments that I lost count. He became a full-fledged musician and it really agreed with him. Right before graduation, his favorite professor submitted some of his pieces to a group of Hollywood big-wigs. Before long, he was getting offers from all over the world to score movies and television shows. When Carlisle offered him the office space, he immediately got to work, accepting only one offer at a time, and only those he thought had promise. Now he has a steady flow of work, with all negotiations handled over the phone and through e-mail, and under his stage name of Anthony Masen.

We did what we could to stay low-profile, which is why any of us who could be considered part of the 'entertainment world' had aliases. Alice released her clothing line under the name Mary Brandon, and I wrote under the pen name of Faya Mallard; Emmett's idea of a play on Bella Swan, he thinks he's so clever!

Yes, I had a pen name. It made me feel so grown up, so accomplished. Sure, I only wrote for the local small town newspaper, and yes, it was only a weekly column, but it was my first real job and I wouldn't trade it for the world! After graduating with my B.A. in English, I opened a tiny publishing company in hopes of finding the next, great classic American novel. So far, I had no such luck. I'd read through hundreds of manuscripts, but I still hadn't found the one! So to keep myself busy while searching for my story, I wrote my column. It was a "Dear Abby" style column where readers wrote in and told me their problems and I was supposed to give them advice, called "From Faya". My readers seemed to find my advice useful, which Edward attributed to me being so insightful, but I knew it was because I had a somewhat unorthodox style of researching my reader's problems. When I found a letter that seemed interesting enough, I'd simply track the person down, figure out the cause of their problem and give them exactly the right advice in my column, them being none-the-wiser. I figured I was doing a good deed, so I didn't feel bad that I dug a little deeper than most columnists do. I would be sad to leave my column, but I had pre-written a month's worth of it and all I had to do was e-mail them to my editor before I left for the day. Oh no! I was running out of time.

I jumped out of Edwards arms and made my way over to my computer. I only had a little time before Carlisle's strictly enforced shutdown time. He had made the rule to make sure our work didn't take over our lives. He wanted us to live as humanly as possible, but not to the extent of putting our family on the backburner. Family was very important to Carlisle and Esme. For those reasons, the C.C.B.S. shut down every weekday at 5:00 and was closed all weekends and holidays. This upcoming vacation was being billed as an 'extended holiday' to our customers, explaining our month-long shutdown.

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Edward went to sit on the couch with Reneesme and they proceeded to discuss the day's events. Reneesme had spent most of the day with her Auntie Rose, helping her work on Uncle Emmy's jeep. He still had the same jeep, but Rose had spruced up the outside and was adding some enhancements to the engine and such. She claimed that she needed Nessie's help, but we all knew she was just trying to get as much time with her today as she could. Edward was working on a piece for a new Bond movie, but was having trouble concentrating today. He'd finish in a month when we returned. Within a couple minutes, I had sent over my columns and was finishing up an e-mail to Charlie. I attached a picture of Reneesme working on the jeep with Rose from earlier in the day, I was sure he'd love that one!

After I sent the message, I shut everything down and started to pack up. Just then I heard footsteps nearing my office. My siblings were coming. They were coming under the guise of being supportive, as they all know how hard this would be for me. But I knew the truth. They were coming in case they needed to make me leave. They were back up!

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