I swear I have the worst luck with computers! My hard drive failed on a computer that I have only had for a year and a half! So I have to buy a new one. All the chapters for other stories I have been working on? Gone. Plus my internet is down at home because for some reason a fuse in the fuse box keeps blowing so that has to get checked out. I only have internet at my boyfriends house and school. I will make an attempt to get our chapters to the following stories: Reincarnated, Unintended, Once Upon a Never After, If I Didn't Have You, The Will to Live, Who I Am, an untitled Harry Potter story, and the sequel to Broken. Once a chapter is finished, I will attempt to update all the listed stories on the same day. So this may be the last chapter you see for this story for a while. Also, this chapter is a filler. I wanted to get something out. It's not much but two familiar characters are mentioned! Enjoy and review :)

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. Everything belongs to Stephanie Meyer and some of the plot belongs to ABC and the writer's of All My Children.

In places no one will find

All your feelings so deep inside

Was there when I realized

That forever was in your eyes

The moment I saw you cry

The moment that I saw you cry

~ Cry by Mandy Moore

Chapter Six

Always Remember

The months seemed to pass slowly for me. Three months ago, Jacob had died. Two months ago, I finally got enough courage to return back to work as a first grade teacher, thanks to Rosalie's pushing. I was also making an attempt to move on with my life. While my friends and family were absolutely amazing, they didn't understand. Jacob was my best friend. He was my everything. Jacob Black had been there since we were four years old whether I wanted him there or not. Now, just like that, he was gone. My only living reminder of him was our son, Alex. Just like Damon was the spitting image of Jasper, Alex was Jacob through and through.

With a constant reminds always hanging around me, how could I move on? I tried to be happy but it always seemed impossible. My grief took control nearly every night, especially with Rosalie and Emmett stepping up their game by taking the boys every other weekend. Without my children to occupy me and keep my mind off things, I was a complete mess. Not even Alice's infectious energy was enough. Of course she would take me shopping in hopes of cheering me up but it didn't work. Edward also made himself known by stopping by, claiming that he was worried about my blood pressure and the increase of stress. Doctors wouldn't make almost daily house calls. Sometimes Alice would hint that Edward had a "thing" for me. Any guy who talked to me had a "thing" for me. Mike Newton. Tyler Crowley. Edward Cullen. Even Embry Call, one of Jacob's closest friends. I knew that Alice only wanted to me to be happy but she was becoming delusional. After all, I was a widowed mother of two young sons and I had stretch marks!

Seriously. Who would want that?

When posed with that question, Alice would roll her eyes and say that I was crazy for even thinking that, followed by a rant about how I was "only twenty-five with a smoking hot body". I loved my kids but I came with a lot of baggage. Guys didn't want that. No man wanted to raise another mans kids. If they wanted children at all, they wanted children of their own. Of course the people in my life saw me as crazy.

"Bella?"

The voice from outside brought me back to reality. it always did. Standing from my spot on my sofa, I made my way to the front door, wiping my tears as I went.

"Please, Edward -" I began, opening the door. For once, the good doctor wasn't alone. With Edward was also Alice and Jasper plus two others, an older couple who I didn't recognize. Alice stepped forward and hugged me tightly.

"You do not have to agree to anything he says," Ali whispered in my ear before pulling away from me.

Agree to what? Something was definitely going on. Alice wasn't her usual bubbly self. I glanced at Jasper, hoping for some sort of explanation. He shrugged. He was just as clueless as I was.

"Um, sorry," I stammered. "Won't you all come in?"

One-by-one, the group of five walked through my door and into my living room. I still had no close who the two extra people were.

"Bella," Edward said as I closed the door, turning to look at my guests. "This is my mother, Esme, and my father, Carlisle. They flew in from Chicago to offer you their services."

"Services? What services?"

"Rosalie and Emmett can't keep putting their lives on hold to help with your sons. I thought that maybe my mother could help you out while you're at work. She's a great mother and house keeper. Not a bad cook either."

I couldn't believe what Edward was suggesting. I didn't know his mother. I barely knew him for crying out loud!

"Mrs. Cullen -" I sighed.

"Please, dear. Call me Esme."

"Esme, I'm sure your intentions are good b-"

"I think you should give her a chance," Jasper interrupted. "Don't think Rosalie is tired of helping you with the boys. That's not the case at all but she has plenty on her plate. Between work at the shelter, taking care of the twins, with a new baby on the way, then add on Emmett and that's a butt load to deal with. I really do think Esme could help you, Bella. I wouldn't say anything if I didn't think you could benefit from it."

Seriously? I'm sure Jasper was familiar with Edward's parents at least a little bit. After all, they were Alice's aunt and uncle plus her only living relatives. They had to have some importance in her life. They appeared to be very nice people but appearances were known to be deceiving. Then there was Edward. A doctor. An absolute gentleman. He had been raised by these people. They couldn't be all bad… could they?

"I'll… um… I'll consider it. Mr. Cullen -"

"Please, Bella," Carlisle chuckled. His piercing blue eyes bore into mine but he smiled kindly. His blond hair was starting to gray around the ears. "Mr. Cullen was my father."

I fought the urge to role my eyes. Where haven't I heard that one before?

"Carlisle, what is that you do?"

"I'm a psychiatrist."

My teeth started grinding against each other as I turned my glare on Edward. I had lost my husband. I wasn't on suicide watch. A cold hand wrapped my wrist. Alice. She was warning me to remain calm.

"Edward," I growled. "Can I believe talk to you in the kitchen?"

Jasper coughed, an attempt to stifle his laughter. A loud "oomph" suddenly came from him. When I glanced behind me, Ali was removing her arm away from Jasper's stomach. Ouch.

Looking back at Esme and Carlisle, I managed to force out a hopefully friendly smile. "Excuse us." Then, with a quick shove, Edward went flying in the direction of the kitchen.

Next chapter: Bella and Edward "talk", feelings begin to change but for who?