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Disclaimer: Yes. I own Bethany. No. I don't own Twilight.

"You have very pretty eyes," I told Bethany as we strolled through the aisles of the grocery store. She stayed focused on the Barbie doll that sat in her lap as she stroked her light hair.

"Thank you," she replied softly. So at least she'd been taught manners. "Can I get some juice?"

"Of course," I smiled sadly. "What kind?"

On our way here, I had been informed that Jacob's funeral was being held tomorrow and while Bethany was a nice distraction, the pain of the loss was still extremely immense. My acting skills were proving to be top notch, as I was doing an excellent job at masking my emotions in front of Bethany. In the hour and a half that I'd known the child before me, I'd already fought that lump in my throat at least twice.

"Apple," she beamed, her face lighting up instantly. "Mommy always gave me apple juice."

That was the first time I'd heard her mention the word 'mommy'. Surprisingly, her face didn't fall at the mention. The bright, toothy smile was still upon her lips.

"Where is mommy, Bethany?" I asked warily, knowing I was entering dangerous territory. Her eyebrows then furrowed, as if she was trying to remember the answer to the question being asked.

"Well Ms. Lauren said that mommy is in heaven with the angels," she answered no differently than if I had asked her her own name. "And she also said that mommy can always see me, but I can't see her."

Once again, the lump was back. This time the tears weren't so easy to hide and they silently began to stream down my cheeks as we continued walking down the aisles

Once we were done at the grocery store and I had enough food to last a life time, I poured Bethany apple juice in one of my newly purchased sippy cups and drove home. When I pulled into the driveway, I surprisingly found my garage door already open.

"That's weird," I said to myself as I lifted Bethany from her car seat. Holding onto her cup and the Barbie, she watched me curiously as I slowly approached the house.

"You're home!" Alice suddenly squealed as she Emmett, Rosalie and Edward ran from the house. They all stopped at the site of Bethany cowering behind me. Alice's eyes went wide and a large grin crept across her small face. "Bella she's adorable!"

"Bethany, sweetie," I said quietly. "This is Alice."

She gave a small wave but did not show herself completely.

"And that's Rosalie and Emmett and Edward. They are all very excited to meet you."

"They are?" she whispered in surprise. As if this was the only support she needed, she slowly showed herself to my crowd of friends. I didn't know it was possible for Alice and Rosalie to smile brighter than they actually were but they squealed loudly and surrounded her immediately.

"How are you, Bella?" Edward asked, assisting me with the groceries.

"Uh, Bells, we already got you a ton of groceries," Emmett laughed lightly, scratching the back of my head. I nearly dropped the bags in my hands as my face fell. "We actually got you a lot of stuff."

"What am I supposed to do with all this food?" I sighed. Edward simply shrugged and assisted me with the groceries I found I didn't even need.

Once inside, I was blown away by the transformation my house had undergone. My living room had been turned into a playroom, toys neatly placed in every corner. Countless children's DVDS had been neatly organized in my entertainment system and I had enough food to last a lifetime.

"Toys!" Bethany exclaimed, running past me.

"Did you do all of this?" I asked my friends breathlessly. Rosalie grinned widely and nodded. "Wow…thank you guys. So much."

"We ordered all of the furniture for her bedroom and it's supposed to be here within two to three business days. I think you'll love it," Emmett beamed. With tears welling in my eyes, I wrapped my arms around them.

"We also have this for you," Edward smiled, pulling a small card from his pocket.

In that moment, I realized how truly breathtaking he was. His eyes were a deep Jade, contrasting perfectly with his alabaster skin. His jaw was taut, yet just as soft. His face was angelic in every part aspect, which clearly came from his beautiful parents. The entire Cullen family could have been gods and goddesses at one point in time.

"What is this?" I sobbed, staring at the card. "A pottery barn kids gift card?"

"So you can design her room the way you want," Alice chuckled. "The bed spread is pink and the furniture is white but they have a ton of stuff. It's where we got all of the furniture and toys and stuff. Do you like everything?"

"I love it. Thank you guys so much."

"Can we play with her?" Rosalie and Alice asked excitedly, glancing over at Bethany who was happily playing with her Barbie dolls in the new house that had been purchased. I gave them a happy nod and they raced over to her side immediately.

"I'm coming too!" Emmett exclaimed, leaving Edward and I alone in the overstocked kitchen.

"You seem awfully strong for a woman who just lost her husband yesterday," he commented.

"Well I haven't really had time to actually grieve," I shrugged. "I'm responsible for somebody now and I don't want her to see me as somebody who isn't strong. Maybe when I'm alone, I'll start feeling it more, like last night. But right now, I have to stay strong for the sake of that little girl."

She seemed to be taking quite nicely to the three adults crowded around her. Emmett was acting as the Ken doll and Rosalie, Bethany and Alice were the three Barbie dolls fawning over him. It was amusing to watch Emmett talk for a doll.

"She, too, seems pretty strong. Didn't she lose her mother?" he asked.

"Yeah," I nodded. "I didn't ask how it happened but when I asked Bethany where her mommy was, she told me that she was in heaven and that she could still see her. She didn't even seem fazed by the question. It was no different than if I had asked her who Barbie loved."'

"I can't remember where but I read somewhere that all children take to death differently. Some start behaving differently while others just happen to not react at all. They don't know that death is permanent and inevitable. As far as we know, Bethany could think her mom is just on a vacation and will be back any day."

"Should I try to explain it to her?"

"It would probably be best to leave things as they are for right now. She seems happy."

I smiled up at him. "Thanks, Edward."

"It's why I'm here," he chuckled. "Have you thought about what you're doing with her for the funeral?"

The funeral. I hadn't even thought of where Bethany would go? I couldn't possibly take her with me to a funeral; she was only four years old. She wouldn't understand any of it.

"I hadn't even thought of that," I gasped. "I guess I'll have to stay home with her."

"You could bring her over to my house," he volunteered. "While I would like to be there, I didn't know Jacob all too well and you deserve to be there much more than I do. Just bring her over to my house on your way and I can keep her."

"Edward, are you sure? That's a big responsibility. I mean, I barely know her myself. What is something goes wrong?"

"Then we'll take care of it. Please, consider it Bella. I wouldn't want to do anything more," he smiled crookedly and right then and there, I agreed to let him keep Bethany for the funeral.

For the remainder of the day, we all kept a low profile at the house. Edward had taken it upon himself to prepare dinner for the four of us and a child's meal for Bethany. I couldn't help but feel the smallest bit selfish as I smiled and laughed with my closest friends.

"Thank you so much for everything," I said to everyone as they were preparing to leave. Bethany had fallen asleep on the couch not long after dinner and she hadn't made a noise ever since. "I wouldn't be able to do this without you guys, so I really appreciate it. I guess I'll see you tomorrow, then."

I said the final goodbyes and shut the door behind them as they left. The only sound that could be heard in my house was Bethany's quiet snores.

"Come here," I said quietly, lifting her from the couch. Realizing I didn't have a bed for her, I placed her in mine. She stirred slightly as I placed the blankets around her but luckily, she didn't wake up.

"Jacob," I whispered, closing my eyes and lying on the bed as the wind whistled.

Staring at Bethany as she slept, my thoughts kept reverting back to Jacob. Maybe finding Bethany had been fates way of keeping me together and not some cruel joke as I had thought just yesterday. I had been angry that I had been given this responsibility, but now I couldn't have been more grateful.

I stared at her sleeping form until I finally fell asleep.

The next morning, I was up bright and early with Bethany. After bathing her and preparing breakfast, I sat her in my bedroom before the TV while I took my shower. After I was showered and dressed, I packed a bag of toys and cups for Bethany and left the house.

"Where are we going?" she inquired as we drove to Edward's house. She looked out the windows curiously as the trees whizzed by.

"I have to go somewhere so you're going to stay with Mr. Edward for a little while. Is that alright?"

"…yeah," she answered quietly.

"Its just for a little while. I promise."

She didn't say a word for the rest of the ride but cried silently when I dropped her off. I did my best to get out of there as quick as I could have before her silent crying turned into a fit of rage. She simply glared at me as I drove away.

"But the just man, though he die early, shall be at rest," the priest read as the funeral crowd stood under the ashen sky and light drizzle. With a tear stained face and heavy heart I listened intently as he spoke of Jacob.

I could feel people staring at me even from behind and—though I normally would have—I didn't care. I wanted them to stare. I wanted them to know that I had only been married to Jacob for a week. I wanted them to see me grieve.

Jacob's father Billy was by far the most grief stricken. He sat in his wheelchair, sobbing quietly. His face was covered with his hands as if he didn't want to be seen by those around him. Seeing Billy cry only made it harder for me to keep my composure

And just seconds later, I did lose it.

I clapped my hand over my mouth as I coughed up a sob. I was quickly blinded by the own tears that were forming in my eyes.

"Bella?" Alice whispered, resting her hand on my back. "Are you alright?"

I shook my head and quickly walked away from the crowd. The sobs became harder to fight back and I finally fell to my knees behind a large headstone that hid me from the funeral crowd.

"Bella," Emmett breathed, appearing with Alice and Rosalie. "Bells, are you alright?"

"He's gone," I sobbed, almost to the point of hyperventilating. "I'll never see him again. Jacob is gone forever. How am I going to be able to handle this? I mean, I don't know how to be a mother! I'm 23 years old!"

I continued with my sobs and rants until the funeral crowd began to disperse. They walked by, staring at the four crying women and man. Billy didn't look twice at me as he was wheeled by by Jacob's older sister Rachel.

"I have to go," I eventually said. "Edward has Bethany and I need to get her home."

"Are you okay to drive?" Rosalie asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'll meet you back at the house."

Surprisingly, they let me go without a fight and I languidly drove over to Edward's house. I took my time driving down the roads, as I was still getting over my little crying episode. Once in Edward's driveway, I wiped away the smeared makeup on my face and went inside.

"What happened here?" I asked as I proceeded through the house. The toys I had packed for Bethany had been strewn about the house, broken and mangled beyond belief. The heads that had been pulled from the Barbie dolls bodies were almost unrecognizable. Almost all the hair had been cut from their heads and somebody had scribbled with sharpie all over their faces. "Edward?"

He appeared in the doorway appearing extremely frazzled. His copper hair was tousled and jaw taut. His lips formed a small frown.

"What happened here?" I cried.

"I didn't know what to do, Bella," he breathed, running his hands through his hair. "I mean, when you left…She just lost it. She started screaming and throwing her toys. She was out of control."

I bent down to pick up the cup that had toppled over. Apple juice poured along the tile floor.

"Where is she now?" I asked, my eyes wide.

"In my bedroom sleeping. I just tried holding her until she fell asleep and eventually, she just fell asleep. Bella it was quit frightening. Emmett and Alice had their temper tantrums when they were her age but nothing like this."

I ran my hands down my face and followed Edward into the bedroom where Bethany lay asleep on the bed. Her breathing was labored and her face still extremely flushed from crying. Every few seconds, a sob would escape her.

"Poor thing," I sighed, running my hands over her forehead. "Edward, I'm so sorry that she was like that. I had no idea that would happen. When were at home, she seems so calm."

Edward took a spot next to me on the bed as I continued eyeing her carefully. My heart broke at the pained expression that crossed her face. I didn't want to jostle her in fear of waking her up.

"I wonder what's going through her head," I sighed.

"Maybe this is her way of acting out," he explained.

I had no idea how to comfort a pained child. I wasn't even good at comforting a pained adult. I tended to stray away from those that needed help. But now, not only did I need the comfort, but so did the little girl that I had been given the responsibility of caring for.

"May-," I was stopped midsentence by one of the most beautiful voices I'd heard in quite some time.

Edward was singing.

Beth, I hear you callin'
But I can't come home right now
Me and the boys are playin'
And we just can't find the sound

Just a few more hours
And I'll be right home to you
I think I hear them callin'
Oh, Beth what can I do
Beth what can I do

And just like that, the pained expression was finally replaced with one of peace.