A/n—Reviewers, you make me smile. Thank you so much for constructive criticism and all that jazz. :). This chapter just kind of came to me. So I hope you like it.
Chapter inspiration—Mama's Song by Carrie Underwood.

Chapter 10—Day 17
Bella's Point of view.

I was driving. My little girl in the back seat and soft, classical music playing from the speakers. I was headed toward Forks, Washington. My home town. Where I grew up. I tried to visit old friends as often as possible. But it's been a few years.

The main reason I'm going today? I need to talk to my mother.

Yeah, I know it may seem weird considering the fact that she's dead. But I need to vent to her. I'll be talking to her grave. But I know she'll be able to hear me.

The drive was two hours. And Lily was asleep the whole time. It made it possible to think though. About Edward. How he acted with my child. I'd be lying if I said a small smile didn't appear on my face.

I looked out the front windshield. Even though it was barely visible through the pouring rain—not even an exaggeration—I read the sign as I passed it. Welcome to Forks, Washington. I could feel my heart squeeze. I missed it here… A little bit. Population: 3,078.

That fact, right there, is why I didn't want to move back to Forks. Too small for me.

Nothing in this town had changed. The trees were still had long branches of dark green covering them. I could already smell the difference between Forks and Seattle. The fresh, open smell made my senses rejoice.

The speed limit changed to 30 and it felt too slow. I needed to get to the cemetery… now.

And when I realized I had stopped, I looked up. I was here. Finally.

I knew the way to my mother's and father's graves. With Lily holding on to my hand, we walked slowly through the rain. In my other hand, I held her purple Beauty and the Beast umbrella.

As we walked through the soaking grass, the bottoms of our jeans got a little bit wet.

I found their graves and a wave of relief washed over me. It felt good to be here.

I took the blanket that my daughter was holding and set it out in front of my mother's grave. I sat down on top of it and Lily say in my lap.

"Hi Mommy." The wind picked up a little bit then settled down. Call me crazy but I took that as a sign she was here and willing to listen. "I brought your granddaughter with me today. I'm sorry we haven't come to visit lately."

Lillian never had the chance to meet her grandparents. And thinking that made a small tear roll down my face.

"I just came to talk today. I have something to tell you." I felt silly. My daughter was holding the umbrella over the both of us now. And I was crying. These feelings just kept washing over me. I took a shaky breath. "I met someone." I smiled to myself. My daughter grinned. It's amazing how she knew, at the age of seven, who I was talking about.

"His name is Edward Anthony Cullen. His father owns Cullen Inc. over in Boston. But you probably already know that." The rain started lightening. "He's good, Momma." I reached out to touch the headstone. "He's even good with Lily." A strand of hair fell in my face and Lily pushed it away. "He's only in Seattle for the summer. Alice keeps pushing me to go out with him."

A little light of sun poked through the grey clouds covering the sky. "I have. But I don't know what to do. I know that at the end of summer he has to go back to Boston. I think…" I had to take a breath to continue. This was the first time I was going to admit this to anyone. Even myself. "I think he's the one."

More sun pushed through. I looked up into the sky and the clouds were disappearing. "I just need a sign. A sign that he's right for me. That it's okay to go after him." The rain had stopped completely now.

My daughter looked at me, a toothy grin. That was all the sign I needed. "Thank you, Mom." I stood up and grabbed the blanket off the grass. I kissed my palm and set it on the wet headstone. "I love you." I repeated the same process on my father's headstone as well.

As Lily and I started back toward the car, I felt better. Like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

I looked back over my shoulder and smiled. My mother knew exactly what to say… well in this case do… to make me feel better.

On the drive home, my mind wouldn't stop taking a turn to Edward.

Tomorrow—I was going to let myself admit to Edward, that I wanted him.

A/n- Short chapter, I know. But, it's kind of just a filler. She needed to talk to her mother. There you have it.

Reviews still encourage me to write.