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A/N- Capricorn75 has bullied me into posting the rest of it. Thanks.

Angela delivered a healthy baby girl that night in the ER. Alice and Rosalie took turns baby sitting Will in La Push and then Jeannie in the waiting room. I kept Jeannie at the hospital with me during the daytime hours. When visiting hours were over, I let Alice take Jeannie back to Charlie's.

The news about Rebecca was terrible. She had choked herself for so long that she had suffered permanent brain damage. The oxygen deprivation led to a severe heart attack. The end prognosis was that if she made it through the week, she'd be a vegetable.

I didn't want to go home, yet. Two people who were family to me were in the hospital. It suddenly felt like the rug was tugged out from under me and I was falling into space. I felt helpless and alone.

I slept in the Critical Care unit after using the breast pump for Alice to take back to Jeannie. The prognosis was, Rebecca would never wake up. She had to have a machine to breathe, now. I had to find out if she had a living will. That would make things easier for me. I didn't want to have to be the angel of death, but it was in my hands.

Around five am, I woke up. I took a walk down to the maternity ward to see if Angela was awake, yet. And she wasn't. I didn't want to be the jerk that woke her up.

As I was walking down to the cafeteria to get some coffee, I saw Edward at one end of the cafeteria. He looked very tired.

"Hi," I said, sitting down across from him.

"Hi, Bella," he said. We sat in silence for a few moments. "I'm sorry."

"You did what you could. You always have."

He took his coffee cup in both hands and took a sip. "Where's Jeannie?"

"Alice took her back to my dad's," I replied. "She wasn't allowed in the hospital overnight."

"So, you stayed? For your mother-in-law?"

"Yes," I said. I fiddling with my paper coffee cup. "What are you doing here? You look pretty tired."

"I was on call last night," he answered, tiredly. I could see the circles under his eyes. "A logging truck was in an accident on the high way."

"Did he make it?" I asked.

"Yes," he replied. "I bet you miss Jeannie right now."

"Well…" I began. "Come to think of it… this is the longest I've ever been away from her."

He sighed. I realized he was about to fall asleep, he was so exhaustd.

"I have a lot to do, today," I replied, thinking of Rebecca's living will. On top of that, I needed to do laundry- Jeannie's cloth diapers, mostly. She probably needed a bath too, and we desperately needed groceries or Charlie would probably be ordering pizza and Jeannie would probably get a hold of some pepperoni to gum on. "Are you going to go home and rest?"

"I guess," he said. "What are you going to do?"

"Find out if Rebecca has a living will, after I see Angela and her new baby."

"I hope Rebecca has one," Edward said. "Especially in this situation."

"Yeah," I agreed.

"Can I help you look for it?" he asked.

"No, you need to rest," I said, seeing his exhaustion. "It's probably in Port Angeles or Seattle- do you really want to go out there to find their lawyer?"

"I don't mind," he said. "Really. Let me know if I can help you in any way, Bella."

"OK, I will." I had no real intentions of asking Edward Cullen for help.

I called the Newton's family lawyer in Port Angeles. Luckily, Rebecca did have a living will signed and dated long before Mike and Dave had died. The lawyer came down to Forks to give me a copy. We had to go through all sorts of legal proof before showing that it was a legitimate legal document to the hospital. Since I was the closest next of kin, I had to sign off on her final wishes.

And so, they pulled the plug.

My daughter would never know her paternal grandparents or her father, except through pictures and memorabilia. I took Jeannie home to Charlie's house that night, and we curled up in my bed while I cried.

I planned the funeral. Rebecca wanted to be cremated for some reason. I didn't like the idea of cremation, but I went ahead and did it. Alice helped me put together the funeral nicely, with flowers and all. The service was short and sweet. Angela's father was the reverend presiding. It was a cruel twist of fate that one life was taken from the world and another given on almost the same day. We buried her in the same grave as her husband, beside her son. A whole family, buried together. I shivered.

I felt like I was getting good at this funeral thing. I knew how to handle it, what to say, what ceremony, what visitation went where. Edward even stopped by to see me. "You did the right thing," he told me. I nodded.

It turned out that I had inherited Newton's Olympic Outfitters. Rebecca was the sole owner, now, and she hadn't revised her will at all after Dave and Mike's accident. Her will said that all her assets were to be willed to Dave, if he were living, if not, to Mike and me. Mike's will had said that all of his assets were go to me, so I had inherited the store. I had never thought that I'd be running it when I got a job there in high school.

When I looked at the bank account, I almost cried. It was in the red. I didn't understand invoices and stock and warehouses. I was going to have to either sell it or close it.

I called Rosalie for advice.

She poured over the books and we inventoried the store over a weekend. We burned the midnight oil, and in the end, she announced, "If we work really hard, and we have a good year, I think we can save the store."

"I don't know anything about running a business," I said.

"Lucky for you, Emmett and I do," Rosalie said. "The Real Estate market slows down in the fall and winter, but we can run it from a distance. I think we can save this if we try."

"I'll help you manage it," Emmett said. "This will be your job. Pretty sweet, huh? Any stay-at-home-mom's dream come true, to work for herself and bring her baby along."

"I guess," I said. "Thank you guys, so much."

"How much am I getting paid?" Emmett asked.

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