Hi, everyone! I'm sorry, it's been so long since I last posted!!! You see, my computer is fucked up for a while and I don't know how to fix it. So now, I'm using my mom's as a substitute and it kind of sucks but that's okay, as long as I post regularly, right?

Comments would be delightful.

Lindsey.

Oh, Hi Josie!

"Wow, that's heavy." Jacob chuckled,

"Thanks." I took his hand and squeezed it, it felt like he had a high fever but now I knew why. Jacob sighed, I wanted to sit there for the rest of my life and just look at him, maybe kiss him.

"You hungry?" it wasn't until Jake said this that I realized I was hungry. I nodded, Jake squeezed my hand once before he got up off the floor and went to open the refrigerator.

"I have, soda, macaroni, Coco Puffs, and Emily's famous meatballs. I told you about Emily, right? Sam's wife." I smiled and nodded. I wondered how Emily reacted when Sam told her about imprinting. Jake sighed again.

"I would make eggs, but I have no eggs." I laughed.

"That's okay…..can I have some Coco Puffs?" Jake chuckled and nodded, he grabbed two bowls and two spoons and brought them over to the small table.

"Do you like milk?" I looked up and him shocked,

"Yes! Of course I like milk with cereal." Jake shook his head and placed the carton of milk in front of me.

"Disgusting!" he stage whispered.

"no it isn't!" I laughed.

"I don't understand why it's so hard for people to understand that I hate milk in my cereal." I gapped at him.

"Because it's weird." I said, stating the obvious, as I poured the liquid onto my cereal. Jake sat down across from me, spooning out a dozen or so dry puffs.

"Delicious!" he stated after his swallowed the food. I laughed again. After I was done, I looked at the stove clock. It read 10:33 p.m.

"Damn, I have to be home." I looked at Jacob apologetically. He smiled ruefully at me, and I finally saw the undying love he had for me in his eyes. My stomach dropped, but not in the bad way. I squeezed his hand one more time and then got up to put my bowl into the sink, planning on washing it. Jake was behind me and he grabbed my arm gently.

"You go, I'll do that." He said softly. I looked up to his face and nodded.

"Lean down for a minute." I said, with a smile in my voice. He looked confused.

"Just trust me." Jake sighed and bent down so our faces were level. Then I kissed him softly on the cheek.

"Thank you." He whispered, standing to his full height again.

"Were going to have to wait, to….you know," I said, Jake nodded, understanding.

"I know," I nodded too, kind of disappointed in my self.

"We have all the time in the world." He told me, and I nodded again. Then, I realized that what he said wasn't as true as I thought it was. Jake could live forever if he chose to, Bella and Edward will live forever, and someday I would die. I opened my mouth to say something else, but Jake put up a hand to silence me.

"We'll talk about this tomorrow," He said, as he lead me to the door, "but you have to sleep."

………………………………...

I wrinkled my nose as the smells of Mexican food reached my nose, then I sighed, Edward had taken up cooking again.

"Edward!" I called, as I descended the stairs. I was organizing the closet next to the bathroom that my brother and sister shared with each other. I had kept all of the towels and bathroom soaps and every other present Edward and I had received at our wedding in that closet, even if we didn't need them all. The hardwood floor was covered with cloths and such and I stumbled a little as I moved past them all. Even as a vampire, I was still clumsy.

"Yes, Dear!" he replied when I walked into the kitchen. I raised an eyebrow as I saw spices and hamburger meat all over the counter. I wrapped an arm around his waist.

"What are you cooking?" I asked softly, I knew he could hear me. Edward smiled down at me.

"Enchiladas," he said proudly, "I just wish Todd was awake so he could try it, I've forgotten how much I enjoyed cooking." I was glad to see that Todd and Edward had bonded more since our talk with both him and Delilah. I wasn't so sure of Delilah though, but I knew that she would heal over time from what was hurting her. I also knew that Jake would help her the same way that he had helped me those years ago.

"I think Delilah would be willing to try it when she gets home." I said confidently. She might not be though. Jake had called me to tell me that he had imprinted on my sister, I was very happy for both of them. I was happy because I knew now that Delilah would be safe always. I remembered my mom would call me for advice on teenagers, the last time I talked with her our conversation was about Delilah. "She isn't like you, Bella, I think she hates me and I don't know what I did. She's constantly getting sent to the office for talking back to her teachers and getting into fights! I feel helpless." I sighed quietly remembering, I wish now, that I told her how much I love her. Edward looked down at me, concerned.

"What's on your mind?" he asked, placing the spatula he was holding down on the pan. I wanted to cry so bad and Edward could see it in my eyes.

"Bella, darling. Tell me, please." Edward lead me over to the table where he sat me down in one of the chairs.

"It's nothing, Edward, really." as I said this I started to break down. My husband took me into his arms immediately.

"I miss her so much!" I sobbed tearlessly into his chest. The moment when I got the news from my little sister played in my head over and over. Edward made shushing noises as he rubbed my back.

"I know how hard this has all been on you." he said gently. I calmed down after a while and we just sat there holding each other. When I pulled away, Edward brushed my hair out of my eyes and looked empathetically down at me.

"Edward….do you remember.." I trailed off, regretting this the moment it came out of my mouth. He looked confused.

"Remember what, Dear?" Edward had taken up calling me "Dear" after we got married. I think he picked it up from Carlisle.

"when your parents died…did your heart hurt as much as mine does now." I finished. When I saw his expression my heart broke. His topaz eyes seemed to darken and he looked more miserable than he did five seconds ago.

"Forget it, you don't have to tell me." I looked down at out entwined hands. I should have thought before I said anything, Edward didn't like to talk about his human life, but always listened to me talking about mine. I remembered what Esme had told me the week before I was turned, "Try to save anything from your childhood, Bella, or else you will forget in time." I valued these words very much.

"I want to, though," he said softly. I nodded.

"When my father died, I didn't feel any pain, I just felt numb. He wasn't around much, being a lawyer, so it was always just me and my mother. My mother was my best friend, though," Edward's face was a mile away, he looked so sad. "-I remember being in that hospital and I also remember when the doctors told me that my mother had died. I was in a haze, my fever was rising higher and higher by the hour. I wanted to die along with her, naturally, my whole world was destroyed by that influenza. I had nobody left. But then Carlisle changed me and, I guess you could say that he pieced my life back together." This was the most I heard Edward talk of his parents, I was shocked. We sat together in silence, I rested my head onto his hard shoulder.

"I knew it was going to happen, one of these days." I said softly.

"It's called life, Honey." Edward said thoughtfully, I smiled. He was right. I heard the front door close quietly, my head snapped up.

"Delilah is home." Edward stated. I rose from my seat and Edward and I walked out of the kitchen hand in hand to greet Delilah.

"Hey," she said, she looked a hundred times better than she did when she left the house,

"Thank you, for letting me borrow your car, Jake said mine was almost done." I smiled and took the keys from my sister.

"Sure, Hun, you can borrow it anytime." Delilah wrinkled her nose.

"What are you making? I though you guys didn't eat." I sighed, but Edward beamed at her.

"We don't….but you do." Delilah raised her eyebrows.

"What is it, first of all?"

"Enchiladas." Delilah's face seemed to brighten.

"They better be good." she walked past us into the kitchen. Edward pulled me along after her, excited. I laughed at his expression. Edward gave Delilah an enchilada on a plate and she didn't say anything for a while, she just chewed.

"This Mexican food is the shit." she announced finally. I looked up at Edward, he wasn't even frowning at her choice of words. I could tell he was proud of himself.

"I'm glad you like it."

"You should have your own cooking show like that lady, Rachel Ray." Delilah got up from her seat.

"Aren't you going to finish?" I asked. Delilah looked around.

"Yeah, but I'm going to wake up Todd, he loves Mexican food." Edward grinned.