BPOV

I just couldn't believe my luck. Here I am trying to make my two dear kids shut up. Don't get me wrong. I love them. But I go crazy when they act like spoiled brats. I didn't raise them that way, they should know better.

But first things first. I should introduce my self. I am Isabella Marie Swan. I am a writer and my readers know me as Marie Danvers. That was my mother's last name. I am 29 years years old and I have three lovely children.

Adrian, the oldest, is 8 years old. I had him when I was still in college. I was in my third year and things got difficult. But thank God, with the help of my parents, I managed to graduate. My education meant a lot to me, it still does, but I couldn't even think about killing my baby. I loved him from the very first moment I realised I was pregnant. His father was a stupid one night stand at a boring party. I never saw him again and that's ok with me. Although I could use some help I guess. Adrian is a copy of myself, just in the male version. Chocolate brown eyes and hair, full pouty lips and a cute button nose. As soon as I got to hold him in my arms I was smitten. There was no way anyone could separate us.

Marcus and Anastasia came 5 years later. I was working on my third book and I met their father through my publisher. We fell in love and I finally thought that I could start over. A normal life full of happiness. That's all I've ever wanter. We got married 3 months after the day we met and soon enough I found out I was pregnant. But I never got to tell him. The night I found out, he had a car accident. He was dead. The only man I ever loved. Life wasn't easy after that. Life was never easy to me.

But I had to live for my angels. And for my brother too.

My parents died when I was 25 on a plane crash. They left back my little brother, who was 12 at the time. I have to admit that Alex was pretty strong for his age. He even supported me. I admire the little man. After our parent's death he came to live with me and Adrian. I took care of him and he is like a forth child to me.

When the twins were born we were living in Phoenix, Arizona. My job, brought a lot of money, plus what my parents and Jason left to me so we hadn't a problem. We were living a comfortable life.

To this day I've tried my best to support my family and make everyone happy. I think I'm doing a pretty good job. I love my family and I would have made anything for them.

About two months ago I decided that it was time to move. I needed desperately a change. The weather in Phoenix, the big city and the unfriendly people made me take the decision.

I talked with Alex first. He is pretty mature for his age and I usually talk with him before I make a big decision. He didn't have a problem. As far as he was concerned, living in a small town would be refreshing to all of us. As I said: mature.

My father had grew up in a little town named Forks in Washington, before he moved with my mom in Phoenix. I had visited Grandma Swan's house a couple of times and I had liked it. It was big but cozy and we would all be comfortale there. Maybe it would help Adrian too. He is such a lonely child. Apart from the family members he barely has any friends. He reminds me of myshelf so much at this age. Quiet and shy, barely able to make friends. Yes, this could be helpful for him.

I really didn't have the time though to prepare the house by myself. My fifth book was getting published and I had zero free time. Thank God an old friend of mine, Angela Weber, was living in a Port Angeles, a town near Forks. She took care of everything and made sure the house was ready for us to move.

We had arrived today. There were boxes everywere. To this point most of the furniture were set, but there was still a bunch of things to do.

And back to the present. The twins were running in the house screaming bloody murder. That was their idea of having a good time I suppose. But then again what problems did they have? No concerns or anything.

"Kids!" I yelled trying to get their attention. All the windows were open, as well as the front door. Way to make an impression to the new neighboors. They would probaly think that I was a lunatic or something.

"I said stop! Marcus, Natasha stop it or no candy for a week." Finally that got their attention. They looked at me with big eyes.

"Sorry mommy" they said at the same time. They did this often, talking at the same time or finishing each other's sentence. Cute but kond of creepy.

"Good! You should be. I did not raise maniacs. Now go help Adrian. He is upstairs putting the clothes in the closets. Ok?"

"Yes mommy, sorry mommy." And with that they went. At least they were polite.

I heard Alex chuckling behind me. "You sure have your way with them sis. But I'm afraid you didn't shout loud enough. Only half the town heard you."

"Oh please Alex give me a break. Sometimes I believed thay are possesed by demons!"

"Yeah, I know." He said.

"Are you done with my books in the library?" I asked. I loved my books and I wanted everything to be ready as soon as possible because I be working in there.

"Yep, don't worry Bells. Everything is ready. You can start writing in there anythime you want."

"Good, thanks Alex. I'm exausted. I need to fix dinner too in a couple of hours. And we have nothing. Do you mind if I go to the grocery store? I really should get some basics."

"Yeah, go just take the twins with you. I don't think I can deal with them right now. I'm exausted too."

I nodded and went upstairs to get the little ones dressed.

After an hour later we were in the grocery store picking what we needed. Natasha was in the cart I was pushing and Marcus was running in front of us. "Marcus! Don't run like that in here baby. You will get hurt. Slow down." I half shouted to him. But of course he didn't slow down and just like that he disappeard behind an aisle.

"Marcus!" I cried and followed him. I pushed the cart faster and Natasha yelped in surprise.

I found Marcus with a short girl who couldn't be much younger than me. She was thin with short jet black hair and green eyes. Uh, she really looks like a pixie I thought. She was very beautiful and she was currently sporting a stunning smile, talking to Marcus.

I went to him. "Marcus Jeremiah Swan! You are in big trouble Mister. Haven't I told you not to run like that in here? And you disappear too. Ugh, why can't you act as you are told? You scared me." I scolded him. He looked sheepish.

"Sorry mommy" he mumbled "I won't do this again."

"You'd better little man. Now give mommy a big hug. You scared me!"

He gave me a huge hug and then I turned to the girl. "I'm sorry. Did he cause a problem?" She grinned at me. "Of course not. He was a perfect little man. I am Alice by the way." She seemed nice. "I haven't seen you around." She stated.

"Yeah we just moved in. I'm Isabella. Call me Bella though. Everybody does. It's nice to meet you." I smiled back.

"You too Bella, you too. Are those little angels yours?" she sais and patted natasha's head. "Yeah, they are my little ones."

"They are so beautiful." she cooed. I really like that girl.

The twins were identical. They both had their father's blue eyes and his black hair. But just as Adrian, their faces were realy simillar to mine.

"Well Bella, welcome to Forks! How do you like it so far?Where do you guys come from? You don't mind me asking, do you?" she asked without taking a breath. I chuckled.

"I really like Forks, it's a charming town. We come from Phoenix and no I don't mind you asking." I should probably, but this girl didn't look nosy or something. She was just being nice.

"Oh I'm glad to hear so. Oh my, you are the one who moved in Grandma Swan's house, aren't you?"

"Yep, the one and only Bella Swan." I laughed.

"That's so great! I live in the house next to you with my fiance. And across the street lives my big brother! My other brother lives next to me. We could actually hang out!" she clasped her hands enthusiastically.

"Of course we could. If you don't mind the noise! I have two more of them in the house right now." I pointd to the twins.

She just waived that of. "I really don't mind! My brother has a bunch of them too. I love kids. But, uh, I should go now. I might stop by later if you don't mind. Is that ok?" she asked. I really liked that girl. She was warm and welcoming and friendly. "Sure Alice. I would be glad."

Although the house is not as tidy as I would like due to the moving, I had a feeling Alice wouldn't mind. She said goodbye and left.