I am so sorry it has taken this long to update! My laptop charger broke and then the battery for the laptop didn't have enough energy so now I'm on the family computer that makes lots of noise every time I click the spacebar! So for me to say sorry I'll try and make this chapter bigger and better!!!

Disclaimer: Me: I really hope that New Moon isn't as rubbish as Twilight, because I thought that Kristen and Rob weren't very good actors.

Holly: Yeah I know. They're both just so bland.

*Jazz walks in.*

Jazz: What are you two talking about?

Me: We're just talking about Twilight.

*Fleur rushes in too.*

Fleur: Did I just hear someone saying Twilight?

Holly: Yes. Jess and I were saying that Twilight was rubbish and we are hoping that New Moon is better.

Jazz and Fleur: TWILIGHT WAS NOT RUBBISH!

Me: Oh my God, does it matter? I don't own Twilight... or New Moon.

Edward POV

When Bella was dragged away I collapsed on the sofa, remote in hand. I was just about to turn the T.V on when I heard Esme rattling around in the kitchen. I decided to see what she was doing. When I entered she smiled hugely, rushed over and enveloped me in her motherly hug. She drew back and studied me, making me blush. She smiled again, smaller this time, and sighed.

'Can you help me make dinner Edward? I know it's only morning but they'll be a long time up there.'

I shrugged my shoulders and sighed. 'Okay mom. Where's Rosalie?'

'She went shopping, she should be back soon. Can you peel the potatoes?'

'Sure.'

I got the knife from Esme and got to work. I lugged the sack of potatoes over to the sink to peel.

Wash: Scrub: Peel; Scrub; Done. Wash; Scrub; Peel; Scrub; Done...

Oh my God, how many potatoes does she want me to do? My hand is slowly dying, with many cuts from the knife. My fingers have puckered up from the water and ache. I groaned, causing Esme to glare in my direction, her eyes boring into my back.

BANG!

I nearly jumped out my skin when I heard it. The bang was closely followed by footsteps thundering down the stairs. Before I had chance to compose myself, the house fell silent for no more than a second when another loud noise interrupted the peaceful silence that had rested in the house.

'WE SURVIVED!'

Only one person could shout that loud... Emmett. (People have been telling me I spell Emmett's name wrong, is this better?) I swivelled around and grinned at Esme. She sighed, but nodded, grinning back at me. She opened her mouth to say something but before she had chance I had already left the room, hurrying back to Bella.

When I saw her, my breath caught in my throat, making my feet stop moving and my eyes pop out. Standing with Jasper and Emmett was the most ravishing creature I have ever seen. Her eyes were shadowed a smoky grey, making the brown of her eyes deeper. They were framed with pitch black eyelashes that fanned around them perfectly. Her pale face was flawless, the healing bruise on her cheek made invisible by the magic of makeup. Her full lips turned into a playful pout when she caught me staring at her. She blushed, but to my surprise she ran up to me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me softly. Jasper and Emmett snickered, making Bella pull back and shoot death glares at them. They shut up after that. I smiled at her, making her eyes soften considerably. I wrapped my arm around her petite waist, her head resting on my shoulder. It felt natural to hold her like this, feeling her soft breathing, hearing her thumping heart that was so close to my own.

Alice danced gracefully down the stairs, grinning as she caught sight of me and Bella in our embrace.

'I see someone enjoys the work I just did.' She giggled and looked at me more closely. 'Edward has sparkly lips.' She observed.

Bella giggled at my embarrassment as Jasper and Emmett snorted, unable to contain their laughter. I glared daggers at them before swiping my hand over my mouth, hopefully making my lips go back to normal.

Alice laughed her wind chime laugh and hugged me tightly. I smirked and hugged her back. She pulled out of my grasp and grinned at something.

'You two better hurry up and buy mom her window before she kills us all with her butcher's knife.' And sure enough, I caught sight of Esme with her butcher's knife in hand as she cut the chicken ready for dinner. We both shivered, gaining another round of laughter from the trio in front of the stairs. We both glared at them, and I chuckled inwardly. If looks could kill...

With one final death glare, I took Bella's tiny hand in mine and we escaped out the front door. We took no more then three steps until we burst into fits of laughter, making Emmett come to the window and stare at us oddly. I shook my head at him and dragged Bella to the Volvo, opening the door for her. She blushed at the gesture but climbed in anyway, doing the seatbelt as I hurried over to the other side of the car. I jumped in and set off, not bothering with my own seatbelt

Bella frowned at me, obviously displeased with my actions. I smirked at her, making he shake her head and frown deeper, a crease appearing in between her eyebrows. We drove in comfortable silence, until Bella decided to break it.

'How come you know which window to buy?'

I smirked and spared a glance at her. 'Because with Emmett in the house the windows are one of those things that get broke.'

She nodded vigorously, making me chuckle absentmindedly. I reached for the radio and switched on the first thing on, and luckily I liked it.

'Clair de Lune?' She asked surprise evident in her tone.

I nodded, looking at her as we parked in the parking lot. 'Don't you like it?'

'No, no, I love it. I was just surprised that you liked it that's all... My Grandma used to play it when I went to visit,' she smiled at the memory. 'Of course, she's dead now. She died of heart failure, too much stress apparently.' And that made her smile crumble back to a troubled frown.

'Well, let's go get the window now.' I said in a pitiful attempt to brighten the mood.

She nodded sorrowfully and climbed out, not waiting for me to open the door for her. I frowned at her but didn't say anything to make her mood go worse. I took her hand again and led her to the shop. B & Q (Do you have B & Q in America? If you don't just pretend there's one in Forks.) is a regular store for us, and most of the staff knew us, keeping our window in stock for when we needed it. We approached the window aisle, greeted by a very excitable Rachel. She grinned at me, and then glanced at Bella a little warily, her grin drooping into a frown. News must travel fast. I clicked my tongue, slightly irritated by her stares.

'The usual please, Rachel. 'I said in strained politeness.

Her eyes travelled back to me, her goofy smile reappearing, making me roll my eyes at her. Wasn't she engaged?

'Emmett?' She asked sympathetically.

'Emmett.' I confirmed.

She nodded once and set off, but not before looking at Bella again. Bella hissed softly, glaring daggers at the saleswoman that led us to our window. I rubbed her arm, which made her relax some. I smiled softly and kissed the top of her head. Rachel reached the window and handed me one, her eyes flitted from me to Bella. Bella growled quietly as Rachel's dull grey eyes assessed her.

I knew it was only a matter of time before Bella lost it and did something she'd regret later, so I hastily gave Rachel the money and dragged Bella outside while she was still giving death glares to everyone who stared at us. She climbed in the car and closed her eyes while I put the window in the boot as carefully as possible. I got in the car and drove home recklessly, going way over the speed limit.

When we finally got home I got the window and we both walked back to the house... Well, I walked, Bella stomped angrily. A soon as we got through the front door everyone came to greet us, except from Carlisle as he was at work. But as soon as they saw the thunder in Bella's eyes, they backed away. Esme handed Bella a small square envelope, took the window off me and hurried off, shouting for Emmett to help with the window.

I went to my room, Bella following close behind. She sat on the bed stiffly, and ripped off the envelope to see whatever was inside. And whatever it was made her already pale skin turn a deathly white. My eyes widened in concern as I watched the silent tears roll down her cheeks.

'What is it?' I asked softly.

Her eyes lifted from the card to look in mine as she struggled to control her jagged breathing. 'Jacob,' she whispered. 'It's Jacob's funeral tomorrow.'