A/N: SM owns all things Twilight. Everything else is mine.

Chapter 7

I end up falling asleep shortly after deciding to ignore my dream until later. My alarm wakes me up at 9:30 and I slowly make my way to the bathroom to shower. Since I didn't sleep well, I take about ten minutes under the spray to help wake up, then get out and dry off. The doors are locked, but my parents are the only other people that have a key. I forego shaving since I did that yesterday and I just don't care right now.

I've just gotten dressed when I hear a knock on the front door. I leave my room and go answer it, noticing Emmett's Jeep Wrangler parked out front.

"Hey bro. We come bearing coffee and breakfast." Emmett says while balancing the coffees on five boxes of pastries. The man eats what I would eat in a day in one sitting. Sometimes I wonder if mom took extra hormones when she was pregnant with my older brother.

I move to the side and let him in, then turn back to go out and help his wife, Rosalie, with the flattened moving boxes.

"Here, let me. You shouldn't be picking up much anyway," I tell her. Rose is seven months pregnant with their first baby, and the first Cullen grandchild. If things in my life stay on this track, they'll be the only ones making babies. Alice doesn't mind kids, she just doesn't want any of her own.

"I'm not an invalid, but thank you. There's a lot to do, so I just have to remember to pace myself. And don't forget that I can still sit on my ass and do things today." She says, pointing a painted finger at me.

Chuckling, I say with a nod, "Yes ma'am."