Hello, My Dears! I'm sorry that this is coming to you so late on a Monday... I've been traveling today and just got in. I'm glad you all liked where things landed between them last week (and of course, who doesn't love overbearing Esme!).

Thank you so much to Fran S. Sunflower and BrierLynn03 for their dynamite work on this chapter! Also huge shout out to my girl Lily Jill who, months back, helped me navigate some of the texting in this chapter. Without her, I'd still be struggling to come up with responses!

Chapter 16: Bella

"Mama?"

I looked up in the rearview mirror, glancing at Gracie. "Yeah, Baby?"

She had Princess Bebe in her hands and was making her twirl along the edges of her booster seat. "Are we almost there?"

I smiled. For a four-year-old, Gracie was amazing on long drives. We'd taken the ferry across The Sound, even though it took longer, just because I knew Gracie would like it. Once we'd gotten back in the car, I'd been able to drive nonstop. We were twenty minutes outside of Forks, and my daughter had been handling the trip like a champ.

"Yeah, almost."

She nodded and looked out the window, holding Princess Bebe up to look out with her. "Look, Bebe," she murmured as we zipped past the lush forests. I smiled a little. I loved my life with Gracie, and I knew she was happy for the most part. I did everything I could to give her whatever she needed, but there were some things I just couldn't.

I knew what it was like to be raised as an only child, and while I loved my life and my parents, it wasn't a childhood I wished for Gracie.

Still, the thought of having another child right now was so far beyond the realm of reality for me. Edward and I had only just started dating, and though I liked him a lot, I hadn't even had time to give it thought whether he was the type of man I could see around long term. As it was, I was still going back and forth on whether to let Gracie spend more time with him. I knew she liked him the few times they met, but I didn't want her to get attached in case something didn't work out.

I thought about the conversation we'd had yesterday, and I couldn't help but wonder if we would have had it if I hadn't confronted him.

My stomach flipped a little as I thought about him. It felt too scary to pin hopes on things working out between us, but some small part of me was doing exactly that. I wanted things to work out with Edward. I didn't know exactly what I was looking for from him, but I knew I wasn't even close to being done spending time with him.

My thoughts ran in circles, and I grunted lightly, feeling frustrated. I was putting unnecessary pressure on myself to figure shit out when right now, I knew it really didn't need to be more than having fun.

Shaking my head and pushing my thoughts aside, I turned my attention to the present. I smiled as I heard Gracie talking to Princess Bebe, and from his carrier on the passenger's seat, Diego meowed. I glanced at him and smiled, reaching my fingers into the side of his crate. I felt his little face rub against me. "Almost there, buddy," I promised him. He hated being in the carrier, and it was a nightmare to get him in, but usually, once he was settled into the road, he fell asleep. He'd meowed a lot at first, but after a while, he'd seemed to give up.

I usually liked to keep him at home rather than force him to be in the car with us, but Rose was flying to New York to see her parents, which meant I didn't have anyone to check on him while Gracie and I were gone.

We neared the boundaries of Forks, and I slowed down, knowing it was all too easy to blow through town if you weren't careful. The sight of the old familiar sites of my childhood brought a pang to my chest. It had been so long since I'd been home.

I slowed further, taking the right onto Bogachiel Way, and Gracie perked up in the backseat.

"Mama, are we here?"

I smiled. "Just about. Do you remember this place?"

Gracie had her little hands and face pressed against the window. "Look, Bebe! That's the hospital. Grandpa said Mama grew up there."

I rolled my eyes, barking out a laugh. My child would remember just about anything and everything spoken around her.

Gracie continued to give Bebe the ground tour as I turned left on 7th Street. The neighborhood looked exactly the same as it had when I was a child. It was both sad and comforting.

I followed 7th until it ended at K Street and turned into my parents' driveway, letting out a long sigh. Gracie was cheering in the backseat, and before I could turn, she was ripping her seatbelt off and climbing out of the car. One of my parents must have been looking out the window for us because as soon as she was running across the lawn, the front door opened, and Dad stepped out, a big smile on his face. He climbed down off the porch, meeting Gracie in the grass. She flew into his arms, and he chuckled, swinging her around. I smiled as I climbed out of the car, hurrying to the other side to grab Diego. I pulled him out of the front seat, and he started meowing, sensing his freedom. I set him down in the grass and opened the carrier. He'd been an indoor/outdoor cat in California, but he'd been strictly indoor when we moved to Seattle and lost our tiny yard. I watched him cautiously hedge out of his carrier, sniffing the air, and I smiled, letting him be. He'd figure it out. I wasn't worried about him wandering off; as big as he was, he was a scardy- cat, and he liked being near us.

I turned back to the car, going around the back to open the trunk and pull out our bags. We each had one; me, Gracie, and Diego. I loaded myself down before shutting the back of the car and heading up the drive toward Dad. He had brought Gracie onto the walkway at least, so they weren't standing in the wet grass. He smiled when I approached, putting Gracie down. She ran into the house as Dad turned to me. "Hiya, Bells," he said, giving me a quick hug.

"Hey, Dad."

He grabbed my duffle bag of Diego's things. I smiled at him gratefully as he waved me into the house. "How was the drive?"

I nodded, climbing up the porch with him. "Easy," I said lightly. "Traffic wasn't bad, and both Gracie and Diego held out like champs."

Dad chuckled, and I set Gracie's bag just inside the front door before climbing back to the lawn and grabbing Diego's carrier. He'd wandered out of it and was sniffing around the yard tentatively. I snapped it shut and called out to him. "Come on, Diego. Let's get inside!"

He looked up at me, considering, and I smirked, shaking my head. I turned and headed toward the house, knowing he'd follow me.

Sure enough, he came up behind me, streaking inside before I could make it back to the threshold. I shut the door and smiled as I kicked off my shoes. Inside, I could hear Gracie talking to my parents. I set Diego's carrier down just inside the living room, grabbing Gracie's bag and taking it to the foot of the stairs. Mom and Gracie were in the kitchen, and Dad was coming back into the living room carrying a couple beers. He held one out to me, and I took it gratefully. "Thanks."

He nodded and sipped his, moving to his recliner. "So, how've you been, Bells?"

I sat on the sofa, folding my legs under me. The living room was like a time capsule from my childhood. It even smelled the same.

"Good," I said, sipping my beer. I looked at him. "Busy. We put my project out to bid, and it's been madness ever since."

Dad nodded, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. "Did you find a contractor?"

I paused, eyeing him over my drink. There was still a sharp stab when I thought about the job going to WOL. I'd spoken to Garrett about it, who had been just as baffled as I was. Neither of us knew what transpired with the higher-ups, but it was a decision we all had to live with.

"Yeah, we did. The board made the decision last week."

Dad smiled. "Good, good. Any company I'd know?"

I swallowed thickly. "WOL Industries. They are one of the biggest companies in Washington."

Dad nodded, and at this news, he looked genuinely pleased. "I've seen their name on all sorts of things. Glad you're going to be in good hands."

I took a breath. Dad was right; WOL was a good company. I had to get over my sour attitude toward them, or it was bound to ruin this project for me, and I couldn't have that. This was my dream coming true.

I nodded, sipping my beer again. "So, what's up with you?" I didn't want to talk about work too much right now, and thankfully, Dad nodded and gave me updates about his work. There wasn't much, considering almost nothing ever happened in town, but I was still happy to listen to his stories.

At some point, Mom came out to the living room, smiling at me. She bent, hugging me quickly. "Hi, Sweetheart," she murmured, kissing my cheek.

"Hey, Mom."

Gracie came into the living room and climbed up into my lap. I set my beer down, winding my arms around her. Gracie was such a cuddler, which was awesome because so was I. "We got the groceries you sent," Mom said, sitting next to me on the sofa. I nodded, smoothing down Gracie's hair. "It really wasn't necessary, but I appreciated it nonetheless."

I shrugged. "I wanted to help," I told her. Mom smiled.

"I know, thank you." She looked like she wanted to say something else, but then her light eyes fell on Gracie, and she smirked, shaking her head. I frowned slightly as Gracie nuzzled into me. Why did I get the feeling both my parents knew what was going on in my life? Not even Gracie knew, so I know she couldn't have told them.

I felt paranoid and nervous, which was stupid since I was a grown-ass woman and not a teenager anymore.

"How is work, Mom?" I asked, looking her over. She sighed, launching into stories about her kindergarten class. I smiled as she spoke, relaxing into the sofa and pulling Gracie tighter into my arms. Mom was slightly erratic and had almost no filter or boundaries with adults, but with kids, she was perfect. All her compassion and patience came into sharp focus as she handled them all gracefully. I was always impressed whenever I got to see her interact with her students.

We sat and chatted for a while. Eventually, Gracie fell asleep against me. Though she'd napped in the car, the travel always wore her out. I took her upstairs to my old room, tucking her into the small twin bed I'd slept in until I was eighteen. I smiled, kissing her forehead as I set her down for her nap. I left the door ajar as I headed back downstairs.

"Bella, honey, will you help me get dinner started?" Mom asked, standing from the sofa. I looked at her and nodded.

"Yeah, of course."

We went into the kitchen, and Mom pulled out some hamburger patties. She set them on the counter before going back into the fridge for produce.

"So, tell me how things are," Mom said, her head still buried in the fridge.

"Fine," I said, taking the produce from her before she dove back in for more. I set it all on the counter as she shut the fridge.

"Mhmm," she hummed. I looked up at her, but she was sorting through the produce. I frowned and looked down at the lettuce in my hands.

In my pocket, my phone chirped, and I nearly had a heart attack. I pulled it out, trying to look subtle as I checked the screen. It was a text from Edward, and my heart leaped in my throat. I quickly glanced up at Mom, anxious that my face wasn't giving me away, but she was busy peeling an onion. Taking a deep breath, I checked the text again.

Edward:

I'm heading to the gym. Gotta amp up those workouts to keep up with you.

An embarrassing breathy moan escaped me, and Mom looked up from the onion. "You okay?" she asked. I flushed and shoved my phone in my pocket.

"Yeah," I coughed. "Just work emails; you know how those can pile up."

Mom stared at me, but I flat-out ignored her as I turned my attention to the lettuce in front of me. Get a fucking grip, Swan.

I resisted the urge to look at my phone while I was helping my mom with dinner, and thankfully, she didn't bring up the sound I'd made earlier. We worked together well, and by the time dinner was ready, Gracie was up from her nap. She helped us set the table, setting out four different plate sizes that made me smile, but I didn't correct her since she was offering her help.

Dinner was delicious and fun. Gracie kept my parents entertained with stories from school, which effectively took the attention off me. After dinner, Mom broke out a deck of cards, and we played Go Fish with Gracie. She had a sharp memory and effectively whooped our asses. I tried not to hold back too much when I played with her because I wanted her to feel like she'd earn victories and learn how to handle disappointment gracefully.

After Go Fish, I took Gracie upstairs for a bath. Diego was in my old room, curled up on the bed, when we finally got in there. I got her dressed in her pajamas, and when she was squeaky clean and warm, we curled up on the bed with a few books we'd brought. Packing for overnight was always challenging because Gracie wanted to bring just about every book in her library. I'd had to restrict her to ten for our five-day trip.

When she was finally out, I kissed the top of her head, leaving the door cracked open as I slipped downstairs. I let Diego stay on the bed with her, knowing she wasn't long enough to disrupt him, and if he got annoyed, he'd be able to leave.

I stepped into the hallway and finally, finally pulled my phone back out of my pocket. It had been actual hell not to check it or respond all evening.

I stared at Edward's text, trying to come up with something witty to say. The only thought that kept popping into my brain, though, was how hot he probably looked working out and how much I wanted to lick him.

I bit my lip as I typed out a text.

Bella:

What are you wearing?

I groaned and hit backspace as soon as I'd typed out the text. No, Bella. Don't be tacky. I stared at my phone and tried again.

Bella:

I'm missing your cock right now.

Christ! I deleted the text faster than the first. Come on, Bella. Find a middle ground!

I tapped the edge of my phone and took a deep breath. I don't know why it was so hard for me to text the man who I'd had sex with now a handful of times. I was too in my head, too self-conscious. Come on, Bella. You can do this.

Taking another deep breath, I tapped the dialogue box again.

Bella:

Hm, let me know if you come across any good workouts.

I could always go for a good stretch.

I blushed furiously, but sent off the text, my heart in my throat. I didn't think it was too forward, especially considering his text to me. But really, I didn't know him all that well yet. What if he wasn't into…

My phone buzzed, and I nearly threw it down the hall, trying to unlock it fast enough.

Edward:

A few things come to mind…

Edward:

Tell me, how far can you bend over?

Heat flashed through me, and I squirmed in the dark hall, my heart thumping wildly. Images of Edward bending me over and filling me were suddenly spinning through my mind. With shallow breath, I tapped my phone to respond.

Bella:

I don't…

"Bella? What are you doing?"

I gasped, my phone collapsing to the floor as my face flamed red. I looked down the hall to see Mom standing at the top of the stairs, eyeing me curiously. "Mom!" I gasped, throwing a hand over my heart. "You scared the crap out of me."

From the low angle lights coming from downstairs, I could see her quirk an eyebrow. "What are you doing standing in the dark?"

I bent down to pick up my phone. "Nothing, just checking my email. I got caught up in it." My eyes found the text, and I silently swore, realizing I'd sent it off like that. I needed to let him know I wasn't trying to stop him, but I could feel Mom still looking at me. I glanced up at her, and she smirked before heading back downstairs. I frowned after her but then quickly looked down at my phone.

Bella:

I'm sorry, I was trying to come up with a sexy response, and my mom snuck up and scared the shit out of me. I'm not trying to tell you to stop.

God, I sounded like a dumbass. I shook my head and slid my phone into my pocket, heading toward the stairs. It buzzed when I hit the top step, and I paused, fishing it out again.

Edward:

I'm glad I wasn't too forward. :)

Also, glad you two made it to your parents' safely.

I let out a long breath, smiling a little at his text. Like usual, this man was going from sexy to sweet in the blink of an eye.

Bella:

We did. It's suitably cold and wet.

I sent off the text, then realized what it was I'd actually said, and smacked my forehead. Edward didn't respond immediately, and I felt panic start to set in.

Bella:

I mean, the ground and stuff. Cause you, know, the rainforest.

Oh my god. BELLA, stop texting! I was about ready to chuck my phone out the window and just chalk up all my stupid-ass texts to some teenager stealing my phone when it buzzed with his response.

Edward:

Tell me more about these wet things in good old Forks.

The heat was back, and I squatted down on the top step of the stairs, my legs feeling shaky with the sudden desire running through me. Was he just this sexy? How did he manage to send a text that completely took the legs out from under me? I'd never exchanged sexts with someone, at least not really. Riley had demanded it every once in a while when I was at work. I'd shoot off something I didn't feel at all, and a few texts in he'd be done. He never even asked me if I was getting off on them.

This was entirely different, and for a moment, I stared at my phone, utterly unsure of where to go from here. It'd be different if he were in front of me. I'd be able to sort of attack him. I wasn't used to verbalizing feelings, desires, or, good lord, the state of my body.

I glanced downstairs, but I could hear my parents talking quietly in the living room, so I looked back at my phone. A single thought crossed my mind before I began writing out my response; don't fucking mention wet shrubs.

Bella:

Well, you have to handle yourself carefully out here on these slick roads.

It takes a lot of skill to handle them.

I bit my lip as I sent the text, considering it. I decided it was probably in the right direction, so I continued.

Bella:

And sometimes, the rain comes and pounds everything relentlessly.

Everything gets positively drenched from those poundings.

I licked my lips as I read over my texts, smiling a little. Rose would be proud of me for stepping out of my comfort zone like this. I glanced downstairs, making sure my parents were still in the living room. I couldn't quite see them from here, nor could I hear them talking, and I prayed they were still busy down there. I felt a little bad I was hiding in the dark, sexting Edward rather than spending time with them, but I promised myself I'd spend the whole day with them tomorrow and leave my phone locked away. My phone buzzed, and I looked down at it.

Edward:

Sounds like a pretty perilous place, between all the wet things about.

You sure you're up for handling it on your own?

My breath caught in my throat, and reflexively, my thighs squeezed together. I swallowed thickly and bit my lip again.

Bella:

Oh, Edward. I think you'd be surprised at what I can handle.

It would take more than a good pounding to scare me off.

"Bella?"

I looked up from my phone, unable to help the stupid smile on my face. Dad was standing at the foot of the stairs, looking up at me curiously.

"Yeah?" I asked, my voice cracking slightly. He frowned a little, and my phone buzzed in my hand. It took everything I had in me not to look at it.

"What are you doing, sitting in the dark?"

I cleared my throat. "Nothing, I'll be right down."

Dad stared at me a long time before finally nodding, heading on to the bathroom. I waited until I heard the lock click before I looked down at my phone again.

Edward:

Christ, It's going to be a long week.

I giggled.

Bella:

Long and hard.

I giggled again but stopped when the bathroom door opened. I glanced down at Dad, who looked up at me as he passed.

Bella:

Sorry, Edward. I need to run. My parents keep sneaking up on me. I think they want to chat.

I prepared myself to stand from the top step when my phone buzzed again.

Edward:

Of course, don't let me keep you from them.

Have a good night.

I smiled, biting my lip to keep in the sappy little sigh that wanted to escape me.

Bella:

Goodnight.

…

"Gracie! Baby, please pick up your toys in the kitchen!" I called, narrowly avoiding tripping over a few dolls as I brought the salad to the table. We'd cleared the living room furniture back, moving the dining table in the middle of the room. We'd put the leaves in to extend it but even pulled out, it only seated six comfortably. It really was only the four of us, but Dad had extended an invitation to his best friend and his family. I'd known the Blacks since I was a baby. Rebecca and Rachel were both a year older than me and had been some of my closest friends until high school. At that point, we'd stopped hanging out as much, and I started hanging out with their younger brother, Jake. He was a year younger than me, and we were good friends up until I left for college. Even then, he'd come down to visit me a couple times, and I'd always tried to see him when I came up to visit. I hadn't seen him now in a couple years, and I was excited to get to visit with the whole Black family.

"But mama, I'm working!" Gracie called from the coffee table. I glanced at her to see her furiously coloring. I frowned, walking over. "I'm worried if your toys stay where they are, they might get stepped on, or someone might trip over them," I said, squatting next to her.

She looked at me, considering it. "Mama, can't you walk around them?"

I barely suppressed my irritated smile. "Grandma and I are carrying dishes. We can't see where we are going when we do that."

Gracie stopped coloring, glancing toward the kitchen.

"Okay, I just want to do two more colors, okay?"

I smiled and rubbed the top of her head. "Sounds good, Baby. Thank you."

Usually, Gracie was pretty easygoing and understood boundaries fairly well. She wasn't perfect, of course, and she had her fair share of meltdowns and tantrums, but they were typically few and far between.

I got up and went back to the kitchen. Mom was artfully arranging a crudités plate, her artistic tendencies working well for the task. "How's it coming?" I asked, bending over to check the oven. The turkey was coming along perfectly, and I smiled, turning back to Mom.

"Just fine," she said, waving me off. "Thanks again for cooking."

I smiled a little. My mom loved to try cooking, but unless it was a basic meal, she was usually a disaster. I tended to take over any holiday cooking, just to spare her the stress and to make sure we were all able to actually eat. "I'm happy to do it," I told her, reaching out to grab another dish to bring to the dinner table. Dad was coming downstairs, wearing a nice button-down shirt, and I smiled at him. "You look good, Dad."

He sniffed, looking a little embarrassed as he tugged on his shirt. "Your mom got me this a few weeks ago," he said, looking self-conscious. I smiled and set the green beans on the table.

"It's nice," I assured him.

He cleared his throat before looking over at Gracie. She was still coloring at the coffee table, and I glanced back at her toys that were still in the way in the kitchen. If I tried to get her to move them again too soon, I knew it would launch us into an argument, which was the last thing I wanted today. I considered dropping it and having her scoop it up before our guests arrived when Dad caught where my gaze was. He cleared his throat. "Hey, Button. Let's pick up all the toys so your mom and grandma can get dinner out on time," he said, reaching out to her. To my amusement and annoyance, she looked up at him and immediately popped up.

"Okay, Grandpa!"

Dad smirked at me as she moved to help him, and I sighed, shooting him a grateful look. I returned to the kitchen, shaking my head. For all intents and purposes, I was Gracie's only parent, which meant a lot of backlash that should have been settled over two parents, sat solely on me. I didn't mind because I knew that was how kids were, but sometimes it was slightly aggravating when she'd drop everything to be an angel for someone else.

Mom and I continued working, glancing up when Gracie came in to clean up her things. She scurried out as fast as she'd come in, and I let out a breath, turning back to the mashed potatoes. Mom snickered at me when I mashed a tiny bit too hard. I looked up at her.

"You were just as stubborn," she said lightly, fanning radishes out on her tray. "It's sort of nice to see it come back to bite you."

I stuck my tongue out at her when she turned back to her plate.

There was a knock on the door, and I glanced out the kitchen window spotting a large black truck out front. Reaching out for a kitchen cloth, I wiped my hands and headed out to the living room. The rumble of a few deep voices met my ears, and I smiled when I spotted Billy Black in his wheelchair, and behind him, Jake. Jake was bigger than I remembered him, but as soon as he saw me, his boyish smile was exactly the same. "Bella," he said, moving across the living room. I smiled, meeting him for a hug.

"Hey, Jake, how are you?" It had been almost three years since I'd seen Jake. Every time Gracie and I had been home; Jake had been out of town.

He pulled back, giving me a warm smile and my shoulder a light squeeze. "All right. Where is the kiddo?"

I turned, scanning the living room. Dad cleared his throat. "She's putting away some toys," he said, glancing up the stairs. I turned to Billy, stooping to offer him a hug.

"It's good to see you, Billy," I said warmly.

He smiled up at me. "You too, Bella. It's been too long."

I nodded in agreement as he and Jake moved further into the living room. There was another knock on the door, and Mom dashed off to open it. I could hear her call out greetings, and female voices answer back. Mom came into the living room, bringing Rachel and her family behind her. I grinned, moving across the room to pull Rachel into a hug as her middle child swatted his mother with the edges of his sleeves. She ignored him as she took me in. "Bella, it's so good to see you. It's been too long."

I nodded in agreement, looking down at the boy who was whipping his torso quickly to smack Rachel with the sleeves of his hoodie. "You must be Coby," I said, grinning at him. He looked up at me warily. "I haven't seen you since you were about three," I told him. He glanced at his mother, who smirked at him.

"This is your Aunt Bella," she said, pointing to me. I smiled at her, happy to receive the title. He looked at me skeptically, and I smiled. Rachel rolled her eyes as Coby wandered away from us.

"I can't believe how big he is now," I murmured.

"They all are," she muttered darkly. "They won't stop growing. It's driving me nuts." Her face cleared, and she winked at me as I laughed. "Where is sweet little Gracie? I bet she's big now too."

I pointed her toward the living room.

In almost no time, the small house was packed with people and laughter. Rebecca and her family arrived, and shortly after, we were serving up dinner.

It was often only Gracie and me that I sometimes forgot how much I enjoyed spending time with a large family group. Dinner was the perfect sort of chaotic, and I found myself utterly relaxed as we ate and laughed.

After dinner, a few people got up to clear dishes. Since I'd been cooking, I was directed to relax on the sofa with my glass of wine.

I took the opportunity to shoot a text to Edward, teasing him about the meat and stuffing I'd had.

I grinned down at my phone as I shot off the text. "That's quite a smile," Jake said, getting my attention. I looked up at him as he came over to sit on the sofa next to me. I put my phone into my pocket, grinning at him.

"Friend," I said, by way of explanation. He nodded. "How have you been?"

Jake flashed me a bright smile. "Great, actually. I just got a job. Sous Chef at a pretty upscale restaurant in Seattle."

I brightened. "Really? That's amazing! Congratulations!"

He grinned, settling into the sofa. "Thank you. I'm pretty excited about it. It's a dream come true for me."

"So, are you moving out there?"

Jake nodded. "Yeah. I have to find a place to stay, which is going to be tough because they want me to start pretty fast, but I figured I'd just get a cheap hotel room until I find somewhere more permanent."

"Oh!" I said, leaning toward him. "Jake, you are more than welcome to stay with us until you get things settled. I mean, I have a pull-out sofa that is mostly comfortable, but it'd be cheaper than a hotel until you're settled."

Jake's smile was blinding. "Really?"

I nodded. "Absolutely. That's what family is for."

"Thanks, Bells. I'd be much happier paying you for a place to crash than a hotel."

I rolled my eyes. "Jake, no. You don't have to pay me." I paused, then cocked my head. "I mean unless you want to make dinner a few nights. I wouldn't fight you on that."

He laughed, shaking the sofa and me with him. "All right, deal."

I grinned at him. "Perfect. So, tell me about this job."

Okay a few things; one those are actual directions to the "Swan" house in Forks, in case you are wondering. Two, was it just me, or was sexting Bella the cutest thing? I can relate with her, sexting is a nightmare for me because I get so flustered, haha. Three... I'm sure you all have thoughts about Jake. I don't want to give away his role in this story, so I'm going to keep my mouth shut about it. However, you are all absolutely welcome to tell me what you think of him.

This week two new drabbles started that I absolutely love. Found Missing by Lily Jill and Operation Redacted by DaniDarling. I'm prereading both and absolutely loving it. I can't recommend these ladies enough!

Okay, if you're on FB, I'll see you Saturday with a teaser, otherwise, it's next Monday! Love to you all!