Chapter Two

Isabella Swan P.O.V

Monday morning came and once again my Riley-alarm had me up at six thirty on the dot. She must have gotten her early-riser gene from her police-chief Grandpa because I for one am not a morning person.

I trudged over to Riley's room and helped her dress herself and brush her hair, then fixed her some breakfast and turned on the television to her favourite cartoons. After downing two and a half cups of coffee and a quick shower, I was starting to feel like an actual human being.

I had pre-planned my first day outfit and looking in the mirror I was surprisingly pleased with the outcome. The black pencil skirt that came to my knees and hugged my body just enough to be sexy but still professional, teamed with a deep blue silk blouse made me look smart and sophisticated. I finished with black ballet flats, to try and reduce the risk of me 'pulling a Bella' and falling on my face. I swear somehow I can manage to find something to trip over walking across a perfectly flat surface completely sober. Probably more often than not that something is my own feet. Make-up wise I did my usual, highlighted my eyes with a touch of mascara and added a little gloss to my lips. I'm fortunate enough to have a flawless complexion so never have to bother with foundation. I left my hair in natural loose curls around my shoulders, simply pinning the front back from my face. My whole morning routine took about twenty minutes.

By the time I was ready; Riley had finished her breakfast and was still watching Dora the Explorer right where I left her.

"Ready to go, pumpkin?" I called out as I walked into the living room. Riley looked up at me and smiled.

"Yeah, Momma. I coming!" she replied excitedly as she scrambled down from the sofa. Today was her first day at Little Wonders Day-care and I think I was more nervous than she was. Aside from my father, and occasionally his friend Sue Clearwater, I had never left Riley with anyone and I knew I was going to miss her like crazy.

This morning Riley had decided that she was going to wear her blue butterfly top and denim skirt, with black leggings underneath, along with her new mini Ugg boots, which were a leaving present from Sue. She looked completely adorable.

At two years and four months old she was funny and opinionated and seemed to giggle constantly. Looking at her, you can't see anything of her father, she is my exact double. Her eyes are big and deep chocolate brown and her mahogany hair falls just past her shoulders in loose waves. She also seems to have developed lots of aspects of my personality too. Even as a toddler she embarrasses easily, turning my signature shade of scarlet at the drop of a hat. However as soon as she took her first steps it was obvious she had not been cursed with my clumsiness. At eleven months old she was walking with more balance and grace than her mother could dream of.

Riley skipped over and took my hand, pulling me towards the door. I picked up my jacket and purse and check for the essentials; phone, wallet, keys etc, then helped Riley into her coat. While I locked the apartment, Riley struggled to reach the call button for the elevator.

"Momma!"

"I'm coming, sweetie," I lifted her up to press the button. She giggled like a mad woman when the elevator dinged its arrival. When we reached to lobby, Riley took my hand again and rushed to get me to the car.

I strapped her into her car seat in the back of my Volvo, which Charlie had helped me buy to replace my old Chevy truck when Riley was born, and then we were off.

For the whole twenty minute drive to the day-care, Riley talked non-stop about all the fun she was going to have, and all the games she would play. I couldn't help but admire her confidence. When we arrived I scooped her up and carried her on my hip down the hall to the room where the receptionist had said her age group was.

We were greeted by a girl with dark brown hair, glasses and a nice smile. She was probably a few years older than me. "Hi, I'm Angela. Welcome to Little Wonders Day-care."

"Hi, I'm Bella Swan, and this is Riley."

Angela smiled at me and Riley in recognition "Yes, you're working till three, is that right?"

I nodded. "Yep, I should be able to get here by quarter past."

"No worries, we've got your cell number if there's any problems. You ready, Riley?" she said to my daughter, who was looking a little less brave than in the car.

I put her down and gave her one last hug and kiss, promising to see her soon. Angela reached over and took her hand, leading her to where other children were already playing. Riley turned back to give me a little smile and wave, and I found myself holding back tears.

A/N: Thanks to everyone who added this story to their favourites/alert. This is my first attempt at writing a story so please be patient with me. Meg x

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, that honour lies with Stephenie Meyer