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Chapter Four

Bella's POV

"Stupid old piece of crap!" I shouted, kicking the bumper to emphasize my point. Died. Dead. My car had officially gone to truck heaven. Well, I was probably over-dramatizing it slightly - Jake could probably fix her, but right now with twenty minutes still between me and Bug it was the worse thing that could ever happen.

"Gahh!" I screamed. I reached for my phone debating who I could call to come pick me up, cringing at the fact that my dad would probably have an 'I told you so' at the ready. He had told me not to put Bug in the 'fancier' day care in Port Angeles, but I argued that it was better, which it still is but it just takes longer to drop her off and pick her up again. I was just about to press the call button when a car pulled up next to me. No. Not a car. A jeep. With a guy with an overconfident smile and huge body behind the wheel.

"Need any help?" He called. I could hear the amusement in his voice. I groaned. Another time I would have politely declined but Bug was waiting.

"Could you give me a ride?" I asked, tartly.

He laughed. "Sure. What about your truck?" He asked as I got in. I could swear when he said 'truck' he almost sounded as if it was the funniest word in the dictionary, or it was, when said about my truck. He was obviously trying to keep in the laugh coming up from the pits of his stomach.

"Don't worry about it." I said, glaring at him slightly. No one dissed my truck. It was the first thing I had ever bought all on my own. Granted it came from Jake's dad Billy and he gave me a good price but it was mine. Even if I did worry about my two year olds safety in the monster. "My friend will pick it up." I finished. He stopped laughing at that.

"I could have my sister Rosalie come. She's a really good mechanic, no matter what she looks like." He smiled that confident smile. As if I would jump over the car and kiss him full on the lips for helping with my problems. I didn't, however how much I may fantasize about doing just that.

"No, its fine." I had already text Jake and got a reply saying that he would pick up the car then bring it over tomorrow after I got home from school and then the three of us would hang out. Dad, Jake and Billy were nearly the only ones here who knew about Bug or those who had seen me with her. Like a few of the La Push boys. Nobody knew who didn't need to know. Guess Emmett was going to be let in on the secret. Not that she was a secret. I wasn't ashamed of her, it was just that I was a private person.

"Were are we going?" He asked. I looked over at him, he probably wasn't going to give me the time of day after this, let alone one of those smiles. I sighed.

"Port Angeles. Get to Main Street and I'll direct you from there." I settled in for the ride. Little did I know he drove like a madman. We got there not even ten minutes later and I directed him to the daycare. I looked over at his confused face.

"Do me a favor?" I asked.

He looked confused when he looked at me, "What?"

"Don't drive like that on the way back." That made him even more confused. I laughed evilly to myself while I still could and got out of the car. He followed, curiously. The door opened before we got there and a screaming two year old ran out as best she could and launched herself into my embrace.

"Momma!" She sobbed. I looked over her head, while moving to stand up, at Emmett. I had just caught his shocked look, until he masked it.

Emmett's POV

The sobbing little girl ran towards my mate and it made me more confused than ever, until…

"Momma!" She sobbed. I masked my shock as quickly as possible, but I'm pretty sure Bella still seen it.

A mom. My mate was a mom. Oh, crap!


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