A/N: This story is a mash-up of Twilight and Sons of Anarchy. It's all just for fun. No copyright infringement is intended towards Twilight or Sons of Anarchy.

Chapter 1:

Bella POV

I pulled up in front of my dad's house, my childhood home and turned off the car. Leaning back in my seat, I slowly looked around the yard and took in my surroundings.

The house looked exactly the same. Well, it was in desperate need of a paint job, but that had pretty much been the case when I left.

Mr. Banner was doing a good job of keeping the yard up. The bushes were neatly shaped and the grass was freshly cut. Awww. He had even planted some cheerful flowers around the porch. Sweet old man.

I got out of the car, quietly shut my door, and glanced around the neighborhood. Beyond Mrs. Crowley's house next door, I saw Petey's familiar bike and knew the answer to my earlier thought. Petey was still there.

It looked like the neighbors across the street were new, or new to me. Toys were strewn all over the yard so they must have kids. Maybe they were close to Maddie's age? She would love to have a playmate close by.

As my line of vision focused in on the front door of my house, nervous butterflies shot through my belly. I was a little afraid of how going into the house would make me feel. Just looking at it from the outside felt so strange, almost like I was in a time warp. Logically, I knew my dad wasn't about to walk out the door in his uniform, hop in this cruiser, and head to the station, but I still half expected it. Even now, I could hear his familiar voice holler, "I'm gone Bells, be good and call me if you need me!" I must have heard him say some version of that nearly every morning of my young life.

Mr. Banner was such a sweetheart to meet the utility workers to get power, water, and tv reconnected and I knew his wife had given the house a thorough cleaning, but still with the house being vacant for ten years, I felt like the ghosts of my past would be roaming the halls.

Oh well, time to face it, Swan. And anyway, I needed to get Maddie and Red inside.

I prayed that Maddie wouldn't wake up as I gingerly lifted her from her car seat and grabbed her trusty blankie. When I looked up and saw the bitch in front of me, I knew it was unlikely that prayer would be answered.

Hoping that she would for once show a little common courtesy, I put my finger up to my mouth and began walking to take a still sleeping Maddie inside. I gave Red a minute to do her business and then gestured to her to come along.

I quickly unlocked the front door and got Maddie settled on the couch.

Steeling myself, I took a deep breath and headed outside for the battle I knew was coming.

I surveyed her quickly as I made my way towards where she stood by my car. She looked exactly the same save her new do. Gah, those highlights were awful. Her hairstylist must not like her either. And really, it was time for her to retire some of the biker-fashion she still embraced. I mean, seriously? The woman was in her fifties.

"What do you want Esme?"

"What I want to know is what the hell you think you're doing back in Forks?" she snapped.

Her personality certainly hadn't changed a bit. Did she EVER switch out of uber-bitch mode?

"I just pulled into town, how did you even know I was here?" I replied as calmly as I could manage. I was not about to sink to her level, but it made me a teensy bit nervous that she knew I was here not five minutes after my arrival, small town or not. I thought I had taken precautions and tried to stay under the radar.

"The how doesn't matter, what are you doing here?"

"Yes it does, how did you know?"

She rolled her eyes. "Fine, Mrs. Banner cleans my house too."

I breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed over my chest to try and calm my speeding heart.

Ever the overly-observant one, Esme caught on to my nervousness and gave me a questioning look.

Please let her think it's her making me nervous, please, I begged inwardly.

"Answer my question, Bella."

"Why I'm here is really none of your business, Esme. You made it very clear how you felt about me long ago. So, just stay out of my way and I'll stay out of yours."

For a moment, it seemed my comment had almost made her feel bad, but then her fits of conscience were always brief. The flicker of shame left her face as soon as it appeared and was replaced by the icy look I was most familiar with…me and everyone else in Forks.

"I'll see what I can do as long as you stay away from Edward."

And there it was, the "reason" she used for all of the terror she inflicted on others…concern for her family, more specifically protection of Edward.

"BEEEEEEE!"

Awesome. Saved by the 3 year old. Damn, I love that kid.

"My kid's awake, see you around," I said as I made to go in the house.

Esme grabbed my arm and threatened, "I meant what I said Bella. Stay away from Edward."

I rolled my eyes and mumbled, "I'm sure you did," as I snatched my arm from her grip.

I shut the door and leaned against it for a moment to compose myself.

That was fun.

Typical Esme…..but she was the least of my worries.

"BEEE! BEEE! Where are you BEE?" Maddie hollered.

"I'm coming sweetie, I'm coming."

As I approached Maddie where she was sitting on the coach, she reached up her arms, asking me to hold her. At three years old, she was still such a little thing. But, I loved it, as it let me go on deluding myself that she wasn't growing up so fast. I scooped her up and she wrapped her little body around me as I cuddled her to me. I hummed to her quietly in a vain attempt to get her back to sleep.

I should've known better. Much like her mother, Lauren, Maddie was very high energy and once she was up, that was it, she was up.

She loosened her hold on me and looked me right in the face with her beautiful blue eyes and chubby cheeks. A serious look appeared on that precious little face and I knew it was question time.

"Bee?"

"Yes baby?"

Oh, that face. All of her little faces were adorable, but her mad face was my personal favorite. She furrowed her brow and pursed her little lips. "I not a baby, Bee."

"I'm sorry. I forgot, now what is it?"

"Whose house this is? You left me and Wed all awone."

I had been expecting some questions about the house and where exactly we were as I hadn't told her much before we left San Francisco. Three year olds cannot keep secrets.

"Remember how I told you we were going to stay at my daddy's old house?"

"But I thought youwah daddy was wiv the angels?"

"Well he is, but I got to keep his house and we're going to live here now. I lived here when I was your age."

"Weally?"

"Yes. I bet I might even be able to find some of my old toys. I think I even had a Barbie or two!"

I gave her a wide-eyed look and she giggled and exclaimed, "YAY!" with her fists thrown up in the air.

My girl loved Barbies and dolls. But, her favorite thing to do these days was play dress up. There was no telling what she might find in this house and I could not wait to see what she put together as her outfit tomorrow. Although she understood I had to dress her when we went certain places, on your average day Maddie insisted on dressing herself. Her collection of tutus was legendary at my old hospital.

As we headed upstairs to hunt down the toys, I resolved myself to put aside my worries and enjoy my time with my girl, because tomorrow was going to be rough.

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Meanwhile…..

Esme POV

What in the hell was that self-righteous bitch doing back in town? I could think of only one reason and that reason was my son, Edward.

I was absolutely boiling as sped away from that little bitch's house.

If she seriously thought she was going to have another shot at breaking my boy and, now, pawning off that kid on him, she had another thing coming. I might not like his junkie-whore-soon-to-be-ex-wife, but right now I wasn't sure, Vickie might be the lesser evil.

The news of Bella's return would reach Edward sooner rather than later, but I had to figure out how to keep him from falling into her trap again.

My cell buzzed and I was pulled from my thoughts to check the caller ID.

Well, speak of the devil and he shall appear, or call in this case.

"Hey sweetie. What are you up to?"

"Hey, mom. Nothing much, I just need you to check on something for me."

"Alright, let's hear it."

"Well, it's just, um, have you heard from Vickie? She's not taking my calls."

"Big surprise, Edward. And no, I try to avoid that skank at all costs. Why do you need to get in touch with her?"

"She was supposed to start sending me the doctor bills for the kid and I haven't gotten the first one. I just want to make sure everything is okay."

"Hmmm. I'll go check on her. But, I better see you for lunch on Sunday."

"Hey, if you're cooking, I'm there. And thanks for this, mom. You're the best."

I smiled as I slapped the phone shut. I loved having all my boys at the house to eat. I would have to remember to invite Jasper and Emmett too.

Edward's house was pretty close anyway so I decided to bite the bullet. I took the turn on Livingston Street and pulled into his driveway beside Vickie's beat up Celica.

Not a sound was coming from the house as I marched up to the front door. In fact, it seemed kind of eerily silent….

I knocked on the front door and hollered out, "Vickie!" repeatedly to no avail.

After my knocking turned to banging, I gave up and tried to call.

Finally, I walked around back to try that door.

It took me a minute to get through the fence, but when I reached the back door, I put my face up to the door's window to look inside the kitchen for Vickie and began calling out to her. My eyes quickly found the foot of someone lying on the carpet in the living room through the passageway from the kitchen.

If she wasn't responding after all of that banging and yelling, that could only mean one thing.

Shit.

"Stupid junkie-whore."

A/N: Thanks for reading!