That reassured her that she was beautiful no matter what...
Firstly, a HUGE thankyou to Enchantress In Black who recommended this story on 'Easy and Breathing' (Seriously guys, look it up! It is fantasticly awesome!)
Secondly – I have a oneshot to be uploaded (Jar Of Hearts) BUT is not letting me upload new stories for some reason
Thirdly – I have a story in the works it's called 'Love Comes Softly' and is about the natural transition that Bella has towards Jacob. But, because of aforementioned problem in 2, it shall take a while for it be produced.
And now….
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I am a mess.
Honestly.
Not even the best make-up artist, the best fashion designer – or even Alice – could make me look or feel any better.
I am a piece of crap.
Seriously – I'm covered in it. That's right. Covered in it.
That is the last time I ever babysit.
My hair is a rats nest.
I have goo and spit and other remnants of dinner plastered to my pants.
And – I have baby poop on my face and shirt.
Next time, Emily can find her own babysitter – someone who actually knows what they're doing.
Because I'm pretty sure that I have no maternal instincts – and no desire to actually become a mother. And as a babysitter, at least a little maternal instinct is required.
Jake didn't make me feel any better – he looked so perfect with the small baby in his large hands, cooing at it, making it laugh.
Whereas it would always cry whenever I even thought about holding it – or even looking at it.
So, naturally, Jake gave it me when something important needed to be done.
So now, I'm in a bad mood, im disgusting, and the shower is calling my name.
"Bells," Jake mumbles, half-asleep on the couch.
"WHAT?" I cry, exasperatedly.
He smiles softly, like the lighting of a single candle in the darkness.
"You look beautiful – covered in whatever that stuff is. You are a natural mother. I love you."
I snorted in disbelief.
But that night, when I snuggled against him, the image of him with a baby fresh in my mind, Jake whispered "You're beautiful, no matter what."