Chapter One:
Bpov
"What the hell do you think you're doing here? I want you out of my house, Jacob, now!"
My jackass of a deserter husband scrambled backwards and rushed out the door, ran to his car, slammed the door and floored it. I watched him go with some satisfaction. But a few whimpers behind me brought me back to life.
Jason was holding his baby sister close, as Vasilisa cried in his shirt. Jace was holding in tears of his own, but was trying to be the strong one. I took My daughter from him, then pulled my babies to the couch.
My big fourteen year old curled up in my side and my six year old continued to bawl, clutching me tightly. They soon fell asleep, but though I was very uncomfortable, I didn't have the heart to move them. Instead I went over the night's activites.
I had just put the children to bed, after having a playful fight with Jace over his bedtime, and was cleaning up a bit when I heard a key turning in the front door. The only person beside me and my son to have a key was Jacob, my husband who had left us out of the blue three years ago. So you can expect me to freak and grab the first weapon I could, which happened to be a baby doll.
The door opened and I chunked the toy at the intruder's head. A loud curse had me scrambling back. I was searching through the kitchen drawer for the gun my dad had gotten me a few days after Jacob left when I heard, "Bella, what the hell? Will you chill out?" I froze. No.
I whirled around and had my suspicions confirmed. "Jacob? Jacob!" I glared at him like he was Satan himself, come to take my kids. Maybe that's because he was. "Jacob effin' Black! You have a lot of nerve just showing up here three years later. I cannot believe you! What, did you get finished screwing half of New York and come back, hoping to ruin my kids lives some more? Get out! Now!"
"Bella, let me expla—" He tried to stutter.
"Out!" By now, my kids had come downstairs, wondering who was shouting, and witnessed me through a lamp at their dumbass daddy's head.
I shivered, breaking free of the run-through. I kissed both of my angels' foreheads and promised myself I would make the call to a lawyer tomorrow before drifting off to a restless sleep.
"Hello, this is Rosalie Hale from Cullen&Hale Lawyers calling. Miss Swan, Mr. Cullen, Mr. Cullen and Mr. Hale have agreed to meet with you tomorrow at noon, if possible. Our address is inclosed with the letter you should receive today. We hope to see you tomorrow. Goodbye."
That was the message left on my answering machine when I got home from the grocery store that afternoon. I had this week and next week off from work for vacation, so this couldn't have been more perfect. I would divorce Jacob's sorry ass and hopefully get full custody. Hopefully.
