A/N: Hi. I want to start by thanking everyone who left a review for the last chapter. Two of you had some good ideas about the letters, but didn't manage to get it right. ;)

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight.

Chapter 4

I took the first letter from the stack and set the rest aside as Sam sat down quietly next to me. "Do you want me to stay here, or would you like a bit of privacy while you look at these?" he asked kindly.

I smiled faintly at him and replied, "You can stay. I'll let you know if I need to be alone, okay?"

Sam nodded gently. "You got it." He sat back on the sofa and watched me open the envelope with my name and the number one written on it.

I pulled out the piece of paper from inside of it and unfolded it. Seeing Jake's somewhat messy handwriting made me smile.

Bella,

Let me start by saying that this particular letter isn't going to be what you're expecting. It's not going to be very romantic, but more like a set of instructions. That being said, I know you are curious about the other envelopes and are probably wondering what the deal is with the numbers on them, but I'll get to that later. Right now, there is something I want to tell you about regarding my music studio.

You know that making music has always been my passion, whether it was writing it or producing it. I've dreamed of becoming a big name in the music industry since I was a kid. I had high hopes that this very room would help me achieve that dream, but fate had other plans for me. Because of that, I want you to help me with something important. I may not have been able to make it very far with it, but I'm hoping that this room will someday be able to help someone else achieve their own dreams of making it big. So, I'm asking you to keep this room as it is, and rent it out. How you plan to do it will be up to you.

Now that that's out of the way, let's go ahead and get back to the envelopes. They're not all for you. I figured that by putting numbers on them instead of names, only you would know who they would go to once you read this. They're all very private and I don't want anyone reading them that isn't supposed to. So, here's the list:

2. That one is for you.

3. That one is for our daughter when she turns 16.

4. Sam.

5. My father.

So there you have it. I can't think of anything else to add to this one, so I suppose you can move on the next one.

Love always, Jake.

Well, that was definitely unexpected, I thought, as I carefully folded the letter back up and placed it back inside the envelope for safe-keeping. I leaned back as much as I could in my condition, closed my eyes, and sighed deeply.

"That bad, huh?" asked Sam.

With my eyes still closed, I shook my head. "No. Not bad at all. It was actually really good."

"What did it say?" he asked, his face full of interest. I spent the next few minutes explaining to him what Jake wanted me to do with the studio room. I also gave Sam the letter that Jake keft for him.

I wanted to open my other letter, but I was starting to feel a bit tired. I think it would be a good idea for me to go take a nap before learning anything else. I let Sam know I was going to go to my room and take a nap, and he told me he'd sill be here when I woke up.

So off to my bed I went.

A/N: So, what did you think?