A/N: Hi everyone. Thank you for favoriting, following, and reviewing.

I'm sorry for the long wait. I've been very busy. I do have some awesome news, though.

Northern Light has been voted as one of the 'Favorite Fic Dive Stories from July 2016' over on A Different . I'm so happy about it. I honestly had no idea it was even up for nomination. LOL.

Thanks again, Tarbecca, for letting me know. :)

On a side note, I changed the layout of the Music Room. Instead of first walking into the Recording Room (the one with the microphone) to get to the Sound Booth (the office), it's the other way around. I've already gone back and fixed that issue in Chapters 3 and 5.

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight.

Chapter 12

As I led them through them back through the hallway to the other side of the house, Esme asked me a question.

"Bella, I'm rather curious about the layout of your house. It seems kind of odd to me."

I turned my head and gave her a small smile. "I know. Before my husband and I bought it from it's former owners, it used to be a duplex. We decided that we didn't want to lease out the other side, so we had it renovated to merge with this side, making it one big house," I explained.

"Really?" she asked with a smile of her own. "That's very interesting."

"Thanks. We thought it was very unique."

"It certainly is."

We entered the hallway that led to the Music Studio. Once again, Esme stopped to look at the the items on the walls. This time, they were pictures.

These pictures were of just Jake and I, from childhood and all the way up to our wedding day and up until the day we found out I was pregnant.

"Is this your husband?" she asked happily as she pointed to my wedding photo.

"Obviously," I heard Edward mutter sarcastically under his breath. Looking back at Esme, she either didn't hear him, or chose to ignore him.

I nodded my head at her and said, "Yes. That's Jake."

"He's a very handsome man. Is he Native American?" she asks curiously.

"Yeah. Quileute. His father is Chief William Black."

"Wow!" Esme said in awe. "Will we get to meet your husband sometime today?"

At that question, my face fell, and I was sort of taken aback. I had gotten used to people in the community knowing about Jake's death, and I had told Dr. Cullen about it yesterday at my appointment, but I guess I just assumed that the other Cullen's would have heard about it at some point since they moved to Forks.

I shook my head slowly. "Sadly, no," I replied quietly. "Um, he passed away a little over two months ago."

Esme gasped loudly in shock. "Oh, dear. I'm so sorry. I didn't know."

I gave her a sad smile. "Don't worry about it, Esme. It's okay." I'm not sure if I would have been able to keep talking about him for too long, though, before I ended up crying, so I tried to divert her attention back to our task. "Um, how about we keep moving? I've just got a couple more things to show you before we can sit down and get to work."

"Of course," she said softly, understanding what I was trying to do.

I showed them the two extra guest rooms and the full bathroom, and then moved onto my art room. I haven't had a need to use it since before Jake died, so it was exactly as I had last left it. Turning on the light, I watched as both Esme and Edward stepped into the room to look at what I had.

Drawings, paintings, pottery, and other kinds of crafts I've made were all over the room. My drawing desk was the only thing that was clean, except for my sketchbook and drawing utensils.

I watched curiously as Edward walked over to my desk and picked my sketchbook up, giving me a look to ask for permission to look in it. "Go ahead."

As he carefully flipped through it, I saw the faintest hint of a smile. "These are really good. What are they for?"

"They're just some tattoo ideas I came up with." He looked up at me and raised an eyebrow in question. "Not for me. I'm a tattoo artist," I explained to him.

"Hmm," was all he said to that.

"How did you decide to become a tattoo artist, Bella?" asked Esme.

I shrugged my shoulders at her. "I've always been into art, and I figured that being a tattoo artist was more lucrative than selling my art in a gallery. Plus, I like learning about what tattoos represent for different people. It's truly fascinating."

"I can tell you really love your work."

At that, I really smiled. "I do. I can't think of anything I'd rather do more, other than be a mom," I said lovingly as I rubbed my belly, feeling my daughter move inside me.

Esme walked over to me and put her hands on my shoulders in a gentle manner. As she looked me in the eyes, she said, "That kind of statement says a lot about you as a person, Bella. You're going to be a great mother."

"Thank you. That means a lot to me."

"You're very welcome, dear."

The sound of a throat clearing made us both turn our heads to the source. "Are you done being all nostalgic, or do I have to continue waiting?" Edward asked coldly.

"Edward Anthony Cullen! What on earth has gotten into you today?" Esme scolded. I watched him open his mouth to speak, most likely to say something else sarcastic, but his mother beat him to it. "On second thought, don't answer that. Just do all of us a favor and quit with the attitude. We are guests in Bella's home and you will respect her. Do I make myself clear?"

I watched the interaction with wide eyes as Edward huffed and rolled his eyes at her. "Crystal," he muttered.

I was beginning to wonder if he was bipolar or something. Hell, his mood swings are worse than mine, and I'm the pregnant one.

"Good," Esme said with finality.

Once their exchange was finished, I told him, "There's one more room left to show you guys." I let them exit the room ahead of me before turning the lights off and closing the door behind me.

I led them over to the door to the Music Room, but didn't open it right away. With my hand on the doorknob, I took a deep breath and opened it up. I reached around to flip the lights on and entered the room, with my guests trailing behind me.

Once we were all inside, I turned to face them. "Welcome to the Music Room."

Instead of looking around the room like I thought she would, Esme instead turned her eyes to watch her son take in what surrounded him.

"Holy shit," he stated, his eyes big like a child in a toy store.

"My husband dreamed of becoming a famous music producer someday, so he created this room to help with that," I explained sadly. "He used to spend hours in here making his own music. He loved it as much as I love tattooing people." I started to get teary-eyed thinking about Jake's love of music.

"Are you alright, Bella?" Esme questioned.

I sniffed a little and gave her a sad smile. "I'm fine." I wiped at my eyes and continued talking to Edward. "Um, one of Jake's last wishes was to have me rent this room out to someone who needs it, and yesterday, when Dr. Cullen mentioned that you used to have some kind of music career, I kind of decided that I'd offer to let you use it, if you want."

Hearing that, Edward spun around to face me, his face full of anger. "My father told you about that? Did he ask you to offer to let me use this? Or is this just out of pity?" he asked me furiously.

He didn't even give me a chance to answer him before he stormed past me and his mother and out of the room. A few seconds later, we heard my front door slam shut.

I looked at Esme, with her stunned expression, and was sure that mine must have looked the same.

What the hell just happened?

A/N: Jerkward has struck again. Any thoughts on this one?

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