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Chapter 2: Four years later
"Mommy," she heard the familiar voice of her son call her name. She sighed; she supposed the few hours she had gotten of sleep would have to hold her over for a while. Moving her hand in front of her eyes she squinted at the rays of sun light that had stolen through her window and effectively blinded her. Her body protested at the act of getting up, wanting to remain dormant and oblivious to the outer world. There was only one problem with that; she had a son.
Bella had laughed at the idea when she had found out. She had scoffed that the one horrendous time that she had sex had resulted in her being pregnant. Edward had finally decided to give into her demands. However she had been surprised that it was even possible that she had gotten pregnant. Not because Edward was a hundred and seven and his vampire genetics should not have made it possible. No, she was shocked because he had been in her for such a short time that she was surprised he had even broken her hymen.
But thoughts of Edward no longer brought her grief. She had grown with being pregnant and having no one but herself to rely on and so this had made her immune to the sorrow of her former love. She had even wondered if her father was right, if maybe she was placing too much stock in teen love; more in love in the idea of love, then in love with Edward.
Besides she couldn't hold any more hostility to Edward without first thanking him. He had given her the best thing that ever happened in her life. She had often thought the mothers in the movies ridiculous and doting when they fawned over their son's, thinking that they were the best damn thing since the I pod; but now she understood. Whether she meant it or not her life revolved around her son.
"Grayson Charles Swan, what did I tell you about excitement before noon," she joked. She grinned at the beautiful little boy in front of her. His hair fell in an unruly spikes and curls around his head in a bronze cap. His eyes were a bright vibrant blue, she had thanked good for; she had cried a bit when she realized they matched Charlie's. He was tall for three, reaching just above her hip and his smooth white skin sparkled mildly in the sun. He was the perfect blend of them both, having Bella's heart shaped face and shy demeanor, and Edwards unruly bronze locks and unfortunately his vampirism.
"Sorry Mommy," he giggled his voice barely above a whisper. He placed his feet on the bed frame easily jumping into her heightened bed and snuggling next to her; moments like this making Bella's heart melt.
She chuckled softly and lay down next to him, pulling the cover over his Harry Potter pajamas and tucking him in.
She sighed and realized how much of her life she had devoted to him. She had gone and got a job as a nurse at a local blood bank, her job was to stock the shelves of the blood bank and run inventory. Of course I was the perfect job to take blood bags to her son and keep the in the deep freezer in their garage.
He was her job.
She looked at all the card board boxes that surrounded her bed room; all full of her things. Moving back to forks had not been her first choice, but it had been the most convenient and one that would help Gray in the long run.
"Mommy, I'm hungry," he soon confessed. She could see the look of reluctance on his face and felt ashamed in an instant; she should have known more, been able to help. She once again moved all the covers off them and started to get off the bed all the while looking at her clock. She had been up since three in the morning trying to unpack a majority of their things, having done Gray's room first and then moving to the living room. Eight o' clock in the morning was not her time.
Starting into the kitchen she started on a pot of coffee, eager to thwart the part of her mind telling her to go back to sleep. Then moving over to the cupboard she removed two granola bars from the box and set them on the counter then walked across the onyx tiled floors she made her way to the door that led to their garage. Taking out the key from around her neck she twisted it in the lock and pulled open the freezer and reached in grabbing a bag of blood. They were running dangerously low and she would have to think of something soon
Closing the freezer and locking it she ran back through the door and flinging it shut with her foot. "Here baby," she smiled setting the bag down on the counter and grabbing a mug from one of the boxes going over to the coffee maker and poring till the cup was full.
Bella watched silently as her son at his breakfast. He was shoving bites of the granola bar into his mouth and gulping mouthfuls of blood hungrily. She knew it would only get worse, the craving. She had seen in plenty of times with James, Victoria, Laurent and even Riley and the new born army. But she wasn't a vampire; she knew nothing about how to curb a craving of blood. She couldn't take him to hunt or teach him the morals and values of a vampire as Carlisle could. She winced; she missed Carlisle to no end. Ever since Charlie had died she missed her father figure more than ever. And missing him made her miss Esme, who was more of a real mother then Renee had ever been, neither hair brained or sporadic. This of course made her miss Emmett and long for one of his bone crushing hugs and his jokes. She had looked at that clip on her phone so many times her eyes got tired. She had spent hour's just watching Jasper laugh as he gave Emmett a wedgy as it played out on her phone.
Jasper.
They had just become friends when she left and she seemed to miss him the most. His soft and quiet spoken demeanor reminded her of her son's. He didn't just talk to talk; he actually had something to say when he did. They had often discussed books and she had learned that he even had most of the same preferences; though he had most likely lived when they came out.
She then had a thought; she didn't know how she didn't think of it before as she rushed from the room and ran up the short flight of stairs to her purse. Riffling through it she removed her phone, the one Edward had gotten her a while back; though it was disconnected she still used it to watch the video of her former life.
Scrolling through the contacts she found what she was looking for. Grabbing her cell phone of the bed she ran down stairs and back into the kitchen were Gray was throwing away his trash. Seeing the look on her face he looked down at the floor.
"Mommy, I'm sorry that we had to move, I-"
Bella cut him off by crouching down to his level and laying her hands on his shoulder and smiling. She watched as Gray's expression softened at realizing she wasn't mad at him.
"No, no baby," she breathed. "Mommy's not mad at you at all, in fact how do you feel about someone coming to help you?"
His grin extended from ear to ear and he nodded vigorously. She smiled and reached up grabbing her phone she dialed the number. Calling the one person she could trust, the person she did trust knowing about her son.
The phone picked up on the first ring and Bella breathed a sigh of relief at hearing the familiar Texas draw. She stood perplexed for a moment until she realized she hadn't said anything.
"Jasper," she breathed. The phone was silent on the other end and she thought that he had hung up. Of course he would, she had left him, left him in the same situation as she had been in and expected him to deal by himself. Told him how they were friends, family and then just disserted him without a second glance, not even a number. He should be furious, appalled-
"Bella," he said finally. She briefly detected a tone of relief and felt it overcome her as though Jasper was here to pass the emotions through her.
"Jasper, I know you may not like me right now but-" she started, but was cut off.
"Bella, how the hell have you been," he drew and she smiled. It wasn't like Jasper to pry, that had always been Alice's job. He seemed to know that if Bella kept something secret it was for a good reason, he was humble and she loved that about him.
"Good," she chuckled. She reached down and wiped some crumbs from Gray's face and off the tiny gold snitch's that flew on his pajamas. "Very good," she sighed.
"Bella just ask, you know I would do anything for you," Jasper stated. And she secretly smiled. She knew his words to be true.
She sighed, this was it; it was now or never. "Jazz, I need your help; how fast can you be back to Forks?"
Hoped you like it, I have never wrote a story with little kids and I hate that Bella got prego in BD but I liked this idea and I couldn't just ignore it as it popped into my head.