My apologies for not updating sooner but my grandpa died last Thursday night of Lung Cancer so don't smoke it can kill ya!

Thanks to my amazing beta dolphin62598.

And MoDunk for prereading and for being the only person I wanted to call and cry to. Luckily for her I don't cry or use the phone.


BPOV Summer 2010-

I would do just about anything to not watch Barney, even run on the floor and play trucks all day. So that's what Anthony and I were doing when the

phone rang. I debated getting up; it was probably just Edward asking what was for dinner but I did get up.

"Hello?" I said as Anthony was screaming, I mean how dare I stop playing trucks. What was I thinking?

"Hello, Can I speak with Isabella Masen?" the very formal, deep female voice asked, it wasn't a voice I had ever heard.

"This is her."

"This is Jane Morris, a friend of Alice Whitlock." The voice I didn't know but I knew the name and couldn't believe she was actually calling me.

"Hi, how are you?" I tried to sound relaxed but was too anxious; I knew she could hear it in my voice.

"I'm good; do you have a few minutes?"

"Yes, don't mind the noise, my son doesn't like to use his inside voice," I didn't just say that, I sounded like a fool. I scrambled to put on his favorite

Barney DVD so I didn't have to hide in the bathroom just to talk.

"Ok, I think you have a bestseller on your hands and would like to represent you," Jane said, cutting right to the chase.

"Wow, okay, what does that mean?" I asked, trying my hardest not to jump around, squealing like a little girl. This was the most unexpected news; I had

ever received, well besides that plus sign on my first pregnancy test almost three years ago.

Jane went into the details of sending out my book to different editors and hopefully wading through the offers but she stressed that this wouldn't be a

fast process, things would most likely go slow, editors receive hundreds of submissions a month. She said she would draft up a standard contact and fax

it to the garage tomorrow morning. The minute I got off the phone, I did the little girl squeal and scooped Anthony up into my arms and danced around

the room.

I was so excited; I called Alice to share the good news. She said she knew Jane would love it and not to stress out, that these things definitely take

time. She wanted to go out and celebrate with our husbands, I was nervous I had never introduced Edward to her before. Alice and her husband Jasper

were upper class academic types and Edward was a working class, man's man. I knew they wouldn't mesh well but what the hell, I wanted to celebrate.

I called Liz and shared my news; she gushed just as I thought she would and offered to take Anthony for the night before I could even ask.

The garage phone rang three times before Ed picked up and told me that Edward would call me back when he got a chance. I packed a bag for Anthony,

gave him a bath and brought him over to my mother in law's house; I wanted to go all out tonight and needed some time to get ready. Edward called

back and wasn't looking forward to dinner tonight but agreed to go; I wanted to tell him about getting an agent in person so I held off and got ready.

It was five-thirty and I was ready to go. My hair was pulled back with curls falling down my back and I had on my favorite white sundress and sandals, I

felt pretty and couldn't wait for my husband to get home.

By six, I was a little nervous Alice said the reservations were for seven and we needed to leave now to arrive on time and Edward still wasn't home. I

called the garage four times but no one answered. I called Alice and said that we would be a little late; she was as gracious and understanding as usual.

By six-thirty, I was near tears because Edward was nowhere to be found and Ed wasn't home yet either, Liz said he had mentioned stopping to get a

beer after they were done for the day. I couldn't believe that Edward would do this, I told him about dinner and he couldn't even mention that he had

plans.

I wanted Edward to celebrate my good news with him and my friend and he just acts like a dick? I didn't need him to have a good night, hell there wasn't

much I did need from him anymore. I grabbed my purse and left, trying not to cry, trying not to let my asshole husband ruin my good news. I wasn't

going to leave a note but then decided that writing Fuck You would make me feel just a little bit better, so I did.

The almost hour drive gave me some time to really think, this wasn't like Edward at all, why would he purposely skip out on dinner? I didn't have a clue

but knew that he'd better have a damn good excuse or I would be kicking ass when I got home.


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So three days before my grandpa died he asked me if I was finished with my stupid story yet and then told me to hurry the hell up so I am aiming for daily updates from here on out!

Happy weekend :)