Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight

A/N: I've been reading the reviews for Broken Love and quite a few people have been commenting on Jacob's age. Yes, I know Jacob is about 2 years younger than Bella, but I had to make him older so the story would work. Sorry for the confusion.

Chapter 3

BPOV

Jake left work shortly after I had put Alice in for her bath. Jake kissed me before he left, and I didn't feel any electricity start in my heart. I just felt warm. Not warm in the sense that I was madly in love with him, just warm because Jacob was hot, like he had a fever. That's one thing that happens when you're a werewolf.

Sometimes it was difficult to be married to a werewolf. Jacob was still kind and sweet, but I could never get him angry without risking Alice's and my life. Maybe I would get him mad if it was only me, but I wasn't willing to risk Alice's life.

Jacob was gone so now it was only Alice and me in the house. We played for a bit, and then Alice got bored. I was perfectly content with just sitting there, holding her in my arms. She, on the other hand, had different plans. Alice crawled around the house screaming at the top of her lungs. Finally, I couldn't take her screaming anymore and took her to the park.

It was cloudy, but still warm. I liked it. Alice was thrilled that we were actually going somewhere. She cooed in delight and tried to catch strands of hair that escaped the twist in my neck. We walked past a lovely little pond that was filled with swans. Alice clapped her hands and screamed. Her lovely face filled with delight.

"Birdie!!! BIRDIE!!!!!!" Alice screamed.

Alice was very well developed for a 15 month old baby. Jacob and I had taught her many words. "Help" was her first word. She also knew the number 911, and that she was to call the number if anything went wrong. Jacob and I knew that a lot of things could go wrong in this family. Since Jacob was a werewolf, we constantly worried that he might explode into one while Alice was in the house. If he hurt me, Alice would know what to do. Obviously, Jacob was very cautious not to lose his temper.

I finally walked Alice over to the pond. She laughed, clapped, and screamed as I let her feet touch the water. After a while, Alice became bored with the pond and demanded new entertainment. I smiled at Alice as she kicked and screamed. She was such a handful. I walked her over to the swings and put her in the baby swings. She seemed to enjoy it. Every time she would swing into the air, a peculiar expression would come across her face. Then as she swung back down, she would laugh in delight.

After about ten minutes, I decided that it was time for Alice to eat something. I had packed a baby bag full of diapers, bottles, and blankets. I bought Alice over to a corner. I set her down on the ground next to me and started looking for a bottle. She tried to escape a few times, but I bought her back. I couldn't find the bottle and I looked even harder, sure that I had packed them. Finally I found the bottle.

"Okay, Alice! Time to eat something!" I said as I turned to face Alice. She wasn't next to me anymore.

"Alice?" I said, distressed. "Where are you, Alice. Mommy needs you!"

I didn't hear Alice scream in response. I dropped the baby bottle, and started to run, screaming Alice's name over and over again. She couldn't have gotten far, she was only a baby. I chanted this to myself as I ran, screaming for Alice. I rounded a corner and finally saw Alice sitting on a pathway near a weeping willow. I ran to her, picked her up, and clutched her to me. I was sobbing and I think I looked pretty pathetic.

Suddenly, I smelled something horribly familiar. It wasn't musk or citrus, and no scent in the world could compare. Slowly, I turned, and what I saw nearly sent me to pieces. Edward, my Edward, was sitting on a bench, his sister, Alice, sitting next to him. Alice was as stiff as stone, her eyes full of confusion. Edward slowly stood up, his golden eyes wide.

"Bella," he breathed. His voice was quiet, soft, muted. Like velvet

I took a step back, feeling myself fall apart.

"Bella," Edward repeated. His eyes flashed down to Alice's face and then to my left hand. His eyes grew even bigger.

Then, I turned and ran. The tears were coming even harder now, making it hard to see. I constantly looked back, expecting Edward or his sister to come behind me. They never did.