Hey guys. So this is mostly a filler. Though a necessary filler. (They have those right?) Anyways I've been extremely encouraged by your guys' reviews. It all means a lot. Hopefully you aren't too mad at me for the lack of Alice in this chapter. Or Emmett for that matter, but there is a surprise guest. Some of you hate him. Some of you love him. And some of just can't decide or take him seriously but he's here and...it just might get awkward. ;) but I digress.

Quite a few of you had a lot to say about Mia's origin and all of that will be explained. Along with Bella's behavior. So stay tuned.

Hm...is there anything else I should mention?

Uh nope! That's pretty much it! XD

Enjoy!


I have to pee.

Like really, really badly.

But there's just one...teensy weensy little problem.

I'm being snuggled/smothered into comfy captivity. Oh yeah. You heard right. Sometime during the night, Mia had suddenly turned into an octopus. A very strong, very clingy octopus. She had both her legs hooked around my thigh and both arms looped tightly around my left bicep; brunette Barbie held snuggly in the crook of her arm.

Ugh. Man, and I really have to go too. You'd think that with all the water works last night I would be spent, but noooo. I just had to be in a situation where I feel like I could explode at any minute but can't do anything about it.

I really don't want to wake Mia up. I just have this feeling like she hasn't been getting much sleep. Kinda like I haven't. Except the odd thing about it is that she's so freaking wired most of the day I'm left baffled. And I'm talking wired. More so than usual and thats seriously saying something, okay? This girl is as hyper as they come, but lately, it's like she's buzzing with energy but doesn't know what to do with it. I feel kinda bad. She's fidgety. Jumping up and down every chance she gets and uh gawd! Don't even get me started on the rambling. She wasn't one for long conversations before we got here but now it's like she won't shut up. I love her. Honest to baby Jesus, but sweet hell can that girl talk! I've done the research too. Well, everything that I could get my nervous yet curious hands on at the local library in Phoenix. Ya know, the classics. Baby and Me. 102 Ways How Not To Screw Up Your Child's Life. Very informative stuff. So what I've gathered is that her vocabulary is apparently more advance for a child of her age. Which is just...well...I'm not sure what to do with that exactly. It's a good thing, I guess. My girl's gonna be a huge adorable nerd.

Harvard here we come.

...Or community college. That's cool too. At this rate without a job, I'll be lucky if I can buy her pencils to fill out the application.

Yeah but anyways, I still need to go. To the little girls room I mean. Sigh. Oh just forget it. What does my clock say...uhh...ugh. 7:19. Damn. That girl will sleep for at least another two or three hours without coaxing. And I know for a fact that she usually sleeps better and longer with me. So give or take another hour or two. Ugh. The things I do for love.

My bladder suffers for the good of my child. Oh yeah. I'm such an awesome mom. I should get a very shiny award for just my will power alone. Then we'll pass more out as we tackle my love and devotion to the girl in my arms and then later on we'll touch base on how long I can hold my breath, my impressive skill at solo ski-ball - and this is just getting depressing. Distracting myself isn't working anymore. I've been doing this for...uhh...the past two hours. Well, I'll probably look like hell today but at least there's no school. Thank God for that. I woke up with a full ache in my lower belly and a near panic attack thinking that I'd have to go in today. Thank God it's Sunday. Though I forgot that Charlie is inviting his manfriends over to watch the big game (apparently every game is the big one).

Anyways, I'll probably just keep Mia up here. Otherwise she'll wanna talk to everyone down there and hold their attention for as long as possible by doing the silliest things. Even if that means standing on top of her head to do it.

Hmm...maybe I should take her to the park ... No. I forgot they don't have one. Or it's getting torn down or something. I don't know. Whatever. Okay so plan B. Umm... I think they have a beach down around here but the sky was so congested looking last night that it probably rained all night. Making me wonder if the temperature dropped too. If that's the case than the beach is an automatic no. Hell. Eventually Mia's going to want some stimulating entertainment and I feel bad if I just leave her cooped up here all day.

I'll figure something out - I sigh softly - I always do.

I managed to distract myself for another few more minutes before I looked over at my alarm clock again. This sucks.

I tried one last time to unlock Mia's impossible grip on my limbs but eventually gave up.

What on earth have you been feeding this child Bella? Cause either what adults have been saying for years about eating your green vegetables is true or you've been doping her sippee cup and didn't even know it. What's the deal here?

I sigh again and busy myself with staring up at the ceiling and finding shapes in the bumps in the drywall.

"Mmmommy... ... Moooommmmy don gooo." Came a whimper.

Hm?

I looked down as Mia began squirming and whimpering softly, her grip around me only getting tighter.

"Mommy? No! No. Pwease don go! I be a good girr... I-I pwomise! Mommy!... ... Mommmmyyyyy!"

Oh my God.

"Baby. Baby baby baby shhhh. Baby it's okay. It's okay. It was just a bad dream, sweetheart. Mommy's not going anywhere. Mommy's right her. Mommy's right here...that's it. You're okay baby. Mommy's right here. We're all safe. You're okay." I squeezed her tighter to my front and rocked her from side to side gently, shushing her monsters and banishing her little bad dream demons as best I can. "Shhhh. It's okay baby. Mommy's here. Mommy's got you. Shhh." I combed my fingers in her hair long after her soft whimpers died down.

My eyes watered a little at her obvious distress, hanging but not falling. I shushed her and rocked her as best I could until hours later, her eyes greeted the morning.

"Hey sleeping beauty." I smiled warmly at her as I ran the backs of my fingers across her cheek gently.

She blinked slowly, her lids still at half mast ... until recognition woke her up the rest of the way and she threw her arms around my neck.

"Hey hey. Hey now. Baby what's the matter?"

God I was hoping she wouldn't remember the dream.

She sniffed and then shrugged. "Nuffin'." She squeezed me tighter.

"Doesn't look like nothing." I said after a moment as I picked up running my fingers through her hair again. "Did you have a bad dream?"

She nodded and sniffed, curling closer to me as she thought about it.

"What happened?"

"You weft." She whispered. "I was so scared mommy." She sobbed. My heart broke as I shushed her gently and rubbed her back soothingly, my hand rubbing up her spine in circles like she likes.

"I didn't go anywhere baby. I'm right here. I'm right here baby girl. Shhh... It's okay." I whispered as I sat up a little against the head board and rocked her in my arms. "Mommy would never leave you like that."

She lifts her head up from my shoulder and looks up at me with teary eyes that made my heart ache just a bit more. "You pwomise?"

I nodded sincerely. "I promise."

She looked at me for a moment and touched my chest with her finger. "You swear on your heart?" She looked at me seriously, that intelligent glint in her eyes that still leaves me baffled every time I see it there, stuck firmly in her eyes.

I still don't know where she got that whole heart thing from.

I smiled softly and nodded firmly, holding my hand over my heart. "I swear on my heart."

She begins to smile as she pats on her chest. "Me too." She says, her voice beginning to brighten.

I shake my head and chuckle. "Okay then." Not really sure why she did it too unless she just wanted to do it together.

I smiled at her and tucked a piece of brown hair behind her ear.

"Are you okay now?" I asked gently, stroking her cheek with my thumb.

She nodded and grabbed her blanket and Barbie doll, hugging the items close to her in each arm.

"Can we eat now?"

I rolled my eyes and chuckled. "Yes we can eat now baby." I swung my legs up and over the side as she crawled on her knees on the bed, her precious buddies held closely in her arms as she waddled on the bed, and then carefully climbed down.

"Hold on a minute, okay sweetie. Let me just put some different clothes on." I told her as I walked into my recently organized (Sort of. Kinda. Not really.) closet, already pealing off the shirt I had on.

"Hey. I saw you wear that yes'day." Mia pointed questioningly.

I tugged a green and white v-neck shirt off the hanger and pulled it on. I blushed at her observation. Mostly because I realized how careless I was about getting to bed properly that I didn't really think about changing out of my day clothes.

I unbuttoned my jeans and shuffled my legs out of them quickly. I still had to pee like a mother.

I yanked down a random pair of dark jeans and jumped into them while making my way out of the closet, so Mia could make fun of me. I jumped into the jeans goofily as I pulled them up, wiggling my legs out so I could squirm myself in, Mia giggling at me as I did.

I grinned at her giggle fit on the floor as I pretend to dance in my pants. I laugh at her as she sprawls herself on the floor, giggle/snorting loudly as she looks up at me.

"You're funny mommy!" She smiles, her eyes crinkling in amusement.

"Yeah?" I grin at her, wiggling my leg out a little as I got closer to her and then wiggled my foot gently into her tummy, tickling her with my toes. Her giggles were enough to make me forget about my bladder issues as I bent down to pick her up in my arms and tickle her belly.

"Come on. Let's try and go potty before we eat okay?"

Mia groaned like she was in pain, making it sound long, and drawn out and slightly irritated, all in one breath. I chuckled as I hefted her over my shoulder, no doubt a pout firmly in place on her face, arms crossed tightly.

The potty was, and has been her arch enemy for the last few weeks now. It wasn't news that she hated it with all her little might. Though, even weeks later, it was still funny as all hell watching her glare at it like she wanted to bludgeon it with a scrub brush.

I set her down, shaking my head at the loud humph that left Mia as I got her training seat situated on the toilet. "Do you have to go?" I ask, turning to her, more so out of habit and courtesy than really believing that she wouldn't need to.

She shook her head stubbornly, arms still crossed and chin lifted up in the air, looking away from me. I rolled my eyes. "Well how about we try. You never know." I reason diplomatically. She turned her head and narrowed her eyes at the purple Disney princess training seat, giving it an obvious stare down.

"What if I faw in again?" She challenged me.

I sighed and shook my head. "You are not going to fall in. And that only happened because you kept wiggling on the seat and weren't sitting still like mommy told you to."

"I don't have to go." She argued.

"Just try anyways. Come on pip squeak." I lifted her up, her arms still folded stubbornly as I held her in the air, giving the mother of all pouts.

"Mia just try, okay? I'll give you a treat if you go. How about that?" I gasped excitedly for emphasis.

She faltered in her stare down with her training seat and looked up at me. "What kind of treat?" She asked carefully.

I smiled at her and wiggled my brows. "The yummy kind."

1...2...3...

The sound of water running made me smile and I praised her and patted her knee as a job well done.

"Good job Mia!"

She smiled proudly, basking in her triumph.

After she was fully done and taken care of, smile still intact as she waited anxiously for me to give her her 'treat'. I finally got to fucking go to the bathroom as well, mumbling relieved expletives quietly...

Anyways!

Now that that's done and over with...

"Now how's about that treat huh?" I asked her once we finished washing our hands, and I picked her up and made our way down stairs.

Charlie's boy's night wasn't for another two hours or so, so we had plenty of time to get something to eat and get Mia dressed and hopefully figure out what we were going to do today.

"Hey Charlie." I greeted as we walked into the kitchen.

"Chewy!" Mia shrieked excitedly, and wiggled out of my arms. I snorted as I set her down. Charlie and I have been trying to gently correct her pronunciation but eventually we just gave up. Charlie just shrugged, accepting the inevitable.

"Hey short stack!" He grinned, picking her up and tossing her in the air.

I smiled warmly at the interaction and watched them as Charlie tapped her nose and she tapped his, making them both laugh. I chuckled and began about making us breakfast.

After the food was prepared and Mia was sitting and eating peacefully - munching happily on her chocolate-chip covered waffles (her treat) - I smiled at Charlie in thanks as he handed me Mia's sippee cup filled with milk and I set it on the table by her plate, and then bent down and kissed her head gently.

"Strange." Charlie mutters. I turned my head curiously and watch as Charlie glances out the window.

I looked at him. "What?"

"I thought for sure it was going to rain last night."

"Didn't it?" but how can you tell? Everything always looks so damn moist all the time.

He shook his head. "Nope. A local man with as many native years under my belt can tell."

"And you've had many years. That's for sure."

"Hey. Watch it with the fogey jokes. Ya gonna give your old man a complex."

"I think it's a little late in life for you to suddenly be getting a complex, Charlie."

He chuckled and shrugged. "Still hurts."

I chuckled softly.

"Want me to get you one of Mia's band-aids with the little ducks on 'em," I said. "or would you prefer Muppets?"

"Damn you're cutting." He chuckled. "You're like your mom."

"Scary thought." I thought out loud.

"Yeah I was just thinking the same thing." He muttered to himself, raising the mug to his lips and taking a slow, tentative sip.

"So should Mee and I horde the food upstairs now so we don't starve or do you think there'll be more than just a bread crumb left after you boys are through ravaging the kitchen?" I ask, raising an eyebrow as I leaned my hip against the counter.

Of course I'm only joking.

But still...guys could eat. And I don't like starving.

Charlie shook his head behind his mug. "Billy said he'd bring all the food so we shouldn't get into anything more."

I waved my hands out casually. "Hey I don't care either way. It's just when I might go to grab something later on and I can't because it's like magically disappeared via the cookie monster or those damn Dorito gremlins."

"I said I was sorry. I'll buy some more goddamn Doritos." He grumbled around his coffee mug, taking another sip as he rolled his eyes.

I tried not to smile and continued. "All I'm saying is that they might get bored with what you guys have or don't have and decide to eat something that's specifically for Mia. I count her shit Charlie because you know as well as I do that this little stinker gets into everything." We both turn our heads to look at an oblivious Mia as she stuffs her face with waffle pieces, her cheeks bulging like a chipmunk.

"I'm sorry. I really don't mean to sound pushy. I just - I don't know." I sighed. "I don't care if you guys pig out. Sorry."

It's silent for a moment as I rub my tense neck muscles.

"Is everything okay?" He asks gently.

I stiffen and then unclench slightly as I look over at Mia. I refuse to think about last night. As far as I'm concerned last night never happened and Emmett doesn't fucking exist. "Sure. Why?"

"I don't know. You just seem more worked up than usual but what do I know. I'm a 29 year old man with a handsome mustache. What do I know about teenage girls? Nothing that's what." He babbled, as he sipped again at his coffee.

I sighed and rolled my shoulders.

"I'm fine Charlie."

"Can't kill me for asking." He remarked softly, shrugging.

"Ha." I laugh to myself, shaking my head. "29 he says." I mock, good-naturedly.

"Oh come on kiddo. Just give me this one thing."

I wave him off. "Hey if you want to live in the land of denial instead of the land of harsh reality with us common folk, you go right ahead young man."

He huffed. "Well with a tag line like that I'll be sure to send you a nice glossy postcard." He lifts his mug up, and nods.

I sighed.

An hour later and the dudes were slowly trickling in. Every five minutes another one would show with a 6 pack and a bag of chips or something. Charlie introduced me to a few of his friends whenever I was close by. I've already met Henry Clearwater, Sam Moliver, and Jeffry Sterges. Nice guys. Old guys. But hey, they're not my friends.

Charlie walked out the back door of the kitchen and a few minutes later was wheeling in a middle-aged man in a wheelchair.

They ran through the usual pleasantries. 'Hi my names Billy - Hey I'm Bella - Nice to meet you Bella - You too'

Nothing real exciting.

"Where's your boy, Bill?" Charlie looked down at the long haired man in the chair.

The man raised his hand lazily. "Outside. Probably messing around with that godforsaken truck. I swear, if he'd just let me sell that hunk 'o junk, I'd be a very happy old man."

"Hey now. Old? You're two years younger than me."

"I know." Billy winked at me. I chuckled.

"It was nice seeing you again Bella." Billy said as Charlie wheeled him into the living room with the rest of the guys.

"Oh uh...you too."

"Little Bells 'n Swells? Oh my God! I thought I'd never see you again."

Huh?

I turn curiously to the back door where a very large man (boy?) …man-child was standing looking a mix of excited and astonished.

He walks over to me, and just his steps alone made the house feel like it was going to collapse as it shook just the slightest bit.

Holy hell. That is a very big man – boy! Um.

He stops in front of me.

"Hey Bells!" He greets again, smiling.

"Um hey," Guy I don't know. Though, apparently we're on a nickname basis. What was his name again?

And why is name-less guy opening his arms like he's about to hug me? And -Oh my God!

"Whoa there partner!" I push against his chest, urging him away. "I think names should be exchanged before we get into anything physical, don't you?"

"Come on Bells. It's me. You don't remember me?"

I squint an eye as I thought about it carefully, "Should I?"

He laughs then, clapping my shoulder roughly, knocking me to the ground. Holy –hng!

I grumble colorfully as I get up, dusting my pants off. He wipes a tear from his eye as he looks at me, chuckling still.

I glare at him. What the hell is this guy on? Is he taking a swig from Mia's doped up sippee cup too?

His smile falls.

"Wait. You really don't know who I am?" He asks disbelievingly.

"No." I shake my head. "I really don't know who you are." I say clearly and without hesitation.

Usually I would be as a polite as humanly possible when I meet new people, but this guy just hit me so hard I swear I tasted my breakfast again. So. Forget it.

"Wow okay. This is...awkward." He mutters nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

Your fault, I thought.

"Okay um maybe I should do this over."

"Might help." I offer unhelpfully.

"Hi." He grins, sticking out his hand. "I happen to be Jacob Black and no I'm not normally this much of an asshole when I meet people." He tilts his head in thought. "Not all the time anyway."

I nod, taking his hand. That. I can accept. "Hey Jacob Black. I'm Bella Swan and I forgive you for being a major A hole. Just this once though." I tease.

"Lucky me." He grins.

You bet your ass. I usually avoid people who freak me out. Like I said before, it's all about those pesky first impressions.

He smiles at being forgiven and that's when I get a light bulb moment. Oh shit.

Jacob...Billy's kid.

I lean back slightly and eye him, as if looking at him for the first time.

I nod to myself as it finally clicked. "Oh so you're the guy that was supposed to pick me up from the airport." I mentioned bluntly, verbalizing my realizations, as I pointed at him casually.

His eyes widen at my brunt honesty, gaping a little like an unflattering fish for a moment.

"Oh um yeah...yeah that would be me...I guess." He blushes and scratches the back of his head. Charlie had explained the mix up. He didn't get off work in time, since he was short staffed that day - why a police station would be short staffed I have no idea - to drive all the way to Seattle airport and make it there, so he had asked his friend Billy if his son would do it, thinking that I would still remember him. The only problem was that Jacob didn't leave soon enough and got there an hour after I had already left with Emmett.

"Nice to finally meet you." I say.

He laughs nervously. Is it horrible that I love making this huge guy squirm like a nervous virgin?

...Ew. Weird thought. Weird thought. Shoo!

Don't answer that. I already know the answer.

"Jacob, right? Don't worry about it. It's fine. I'm here. Safe and sound and thankfully not cut up into little itty bitty pieces so don't fret over it. Admittedly, I'll probably tease you for it for a good long time but that's to be expected."

"Um thanks...I think."

"Don't mention it. That's my job."

Okay. Now who's acting like the asshole? Hm?

"Bells?" Charlie walks into the kitchen, smiling apologetically at being the interruption, which I seriously don't mind one bit.

"What's up?"

"Mini-you is standing on her head and singing 'twinkle twinkle little star' in the living room. She's been doing this for the last couple minutes. At first it was cute and adorable but now the guys are getting a little uh...huffy since she's parked herself in front of the TV."

See. Told you. My little attention getter.

I rolled my eyes at my daughter.

"Do you mind? I'm sorry for interrupting." He then gestured to the living room. Probably too afraid to approach her since he got clocked last time. I smiled at his apprehension and nodded.

"Sure Charlie. I'm on it." I turned to Jacob and smiled. "It was nice meeting you Jacob...again."

He laughed and watched me leave the kitchen "You too Bella."

After a few moments, Charlie followed me out and I watched behind the back of one of the couches as Mia tried and failed to do a handstand. The guys were getting irritated but seemed too subdued by Mia's charms to deny her.

"Okay!" I clapped, making Mia tumble to the ground as she lost her concentration. Oh don't worry. It's carpet.

"How's about you and me watch a movie upstairs, huh baby?"

Mia picked her head up and immediately her eyes brightened. I grinned at the response and gestured for her to follow me to the bottom of the stairs. The little diva stumbled to get up in her excitement and ran to my feet, running right into my legs when she was too late to stop herself. I held her arms to steady her and hoisted her up into my arms. "Come on Mimi. I'll even let you pick the first movie." I sing-songed. I laughed at the immediate squeals from her, which signaled cheering from the males behind me.

.oOo.

So two Pixar movies later, and Mia is already past the point of antsy. She's freaking vibrating in my lap as I hold her.

I sighed softly.

I was feeling guilty. But really, where else could I take her? I haven't been here that long that I know the town like the back of my hand. I'm working on it but I can only get so far when my only routes were to daycare and school and straight back home. I need to just go driving for a bit after I pick up Mia from daycare tomorrow. Just keep roaming until it doesn't so much feel like I'm roaming and I actually know where the fuck I'm going. I can't always rely on the GPS all the time and its not like this town is all that huge.

I sighed again, running my fingers through my hair. Why am I so tired?

Before I could think much on the question, Mia is bouncing off my lap and is running towards the window, climbing on the dark wood storage chest under it. What is she up to?

She spreads the curtains back, letting them drape behind her. I shake my head and move the purple fabric around to catch on the hook to the side.

"What do you see Mimi?" I surveyed the view outside, noticing Jacob walking out to a rusty old pickup truck. God that thing looks ancient.

"Good!" Mia pointed at the young man outside, giggling happily. I watched her motioning to Jacob's bulky form and raised an eyebrow and then smiled and hugged her close.

"Yeah, baby?" I picked her up from behind and we climbed back on the bed, her in my lap. She smiled as I began twirling a piece of her hair around my fingers, playing with it.

"Yup. Very good!" She nodded in affirmation and I chuckled at her apparent seriousness of the whole thing. She was so weird. But so dang cute I couldn't help but squeeze her tighter.

"Who loves you?" I asked playfully as I turned her a little in my arms.

"Mommy!" She squealed happily.

"That's right." I chuckled, nuzzling my nose into her neck making her squirm and giggle.

"Who wuvs you?" She asked, pointing a tiny finger at my chest.

"Hmmm..." I pretended to think about it for a second before I noticed Mia's beautiful smile begin to dim. "Mia does!"

She beamed and nodded. "Yup yup."

"You better love me pip squeak!" I said, as I began tickling her sides excitedly.

She shrieked and squirmed but I held tight as I lifted her up in the air slightly and began blowing raspberries on her tummy.

"No mommy! Noooo!" She curled her body and kicked her legs excitedly but I just smiled and laughed with her.

"Whatcha gonna do about it, huh punk?" I said, grinning.

She giggled and snorted adorably and then flicked her hand in the air. "This."

"What was that swee-oof!" A sequent pillow whacked me in the face and I was eating downy - hard - as I fell backwards.

Ass. Meet floor.

Hello.

I groaned as I cupped the plushness around my face, as I rolled my stiff back from side to side, trying to get some feeling back into it - and much needed air into my lungs since it seems to have evacuated!

"Oh Lord ...I can't breathe." I wheezed.

Mia giggled, and then stopped. I heard a thump and then little feet scittering around on the floor and then drop to my side. "Mommy? Mommy! Are you okay mommy?" She asks beginning to sound frantic as she poked my arm and pushed it.

Oh god she's breaking my heart.

"Yeah I'm fine Jelly bean. Just...just next time don't play so rough, okay?" I tried to stifle a stiff cough so she wouldn't feel bad but I ended up making it worse as I held it in. Ah, air. You never know how good you two are together until it's gone from your lungs for several long, excruciating seconds.

She nodded with an obvious frown. "Okay...I'm sorry." she bowed her head, looking way too dejected for my liking.

"Oh hey. C'mere." I said with open arms, wiggling my fingers at her while still lying flat on my back on the cold hardwood floor.

She frowns but drops into my arms willingly, snuggling into the crook of my neck.

"Mommy's just fine, okay? You just surprised her when you hit me with the pillow."

"But I -" She frowns, and I rub her hair gently.

"It's okay." I tell her. "You're not in trouble." I shake my head, smiling warmly at her, hoping my smile is reassuring.

"Okay but -"

She looks down, her brows screwed together so adorably that all I wanna do is squee at her, but that is neither appropriate for the situation or warranted, since her brow displays how conflicted she seems to be inside. And since when is a three year old conflicted about anything anyway?

"What?" I ask gently.

She looks at me, and then shrugs. "Nuffin'."

I furrow my brow and then smile. "Okay then. So where's my beautiful smile run off to? Because I don't see it and it's makin' Momma frowny!" I grab for her around the middle, tugging her to me, her back to my belly, holding her tight as I roll us gently from side to side.

She immediately giggles, like I knew she would, and tries uselessly to flee, not really trying but finding the fun in making it about escaping my dastardly clutches.

She's weird. I know. But damn is she cute.

And she's all mine.


So I know it wasn't Alice or Cullen family filled but some things needed to be hinted at. Did any of you catch them? *sly grin*

Also I apologize for the slowness but things won't heat right away. I'm telling you this now. All good things have to build first

Next Chapter: The next day at school, Bella plays hide and seek with a few certain persistent Cullens. Which doesn't end well for her... much to her irritation. Hee hee.

Show me your love. Let me know what you like/love/dislike/or think of the story so far.

Till next time.

- Lil' Miss

Oh and just a side note. None of those baby books actually exist. At least I don't think they do. But who knows right.