I adopted this plot bunny a year or so ago. It really intrigued me. I posted a poll in my group asking which story I should work on next, and this was the winner. It's definitely a WIP. I've only got a rough outline figured out and I'm going back to my roots with this … writing with a vague plan. I hope that I can do this justice.
None of this is mine … I wish it was. Sigh …
Up next will be meeting with Caius and fighting these claims of neglect and abuse, thanks to the anonymous tip. However, if an allegation is posed, the person in question does need to be investigated. Though, we all know it was Jacob or one of his cronies …
We're also going to have some separation for Bella and Edward … he's got her movie to make. They will be reunited, but the drama isn't over yet.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Edward
On Monday, we dropped Seth off at school and went to the publishing house. Bella had to do some editing for her latest novel, and I had to conference in with Alec and Elliott. I was set up in one of the conference rooms, logging into the program and speaking with my production team. However, Bella stepped into the conference room, with her face as pale as a ghost. Like when she'd been sick, but worse …
I ended my call with Alec and Elliott and walked over to her. "What is it, Bella?"
"In my mailbox, there was a letter from … Child Protective Services. Someone filed an anonymous report that I'm an unfit mother," she whispered, handing me the letter. I skimmed it, feeling my blood pressure spike with each bogus complaint. "I could lose my son. I'm being investigated for neglect and … this has to be Jacob. He won't let this go."
"We'll fight this, gorgeous," I vowed. "Call Caius. He'll know what to do."
"I can't lose him, Edward. Seth is my little boy," Bella sobbed, collapsing against me. "Why can't he leave well enough alone?"
Good question …
Bella
I was pacing in the conference room in the publishing house while Edward read the letter from Child Protective Services, claiming that I'd neglected my child. Now, while we were traveling from Forks to San Francisco, there were moments where Seth was put into some questionable situations, but he was never neglected. He was always fed, had clean clothes, and went to school. Sometimes our address was my dilapidated truck, but he was always loved and protected.
Tears welled in my eyes as I feared the worst. I could lose my child. I could feel my body quake and my lungs grow tight. The air left the building, making me try to clamber for every breath.
"Bella, gorgeous," Edward cooed, standing in front of me. "Sweetheart, I need you to breathe."
"Can't. Do. It. I'm. Gonna. Lose. Seth," I gasped, grasping his arms. Hysteria threatened to bubble over as I stared at him. I fell to my knees. I couldn't catch my breath. Edward took my face in his hands, and he moved to sit behind me. He exaggerated his breathing, whispering words of comfort in my ear. With Edward's calming presence, I managed to settle down. I noticed that Jasper was in the room with us, holding my hand. "I'm going to lose my son," I whimpered.
"Over my rotting corpse," Edward said fiercely. He moved me so I was safely enfolded in Jasper's arms. He looked at me, caressing my cheek. "I'm going to call Caius, baby. He'll help us, help you." He pressed a tender kiss to my lips before gracefully getting up to pull out his phone.
"We'll support you, sweet girl," Jasper murmured, hugging me tightly.
"You can support me until the cows come home, but if the social worker sees that I'm a bad mother, Seth will be taken away," I whimpered. "I can't lose him, Jasper. He's my world."
"The social worker will see the gorgeous home, how much you love your child and write off the allegations, Bells," Jasper said, hugging me tight.
Edward sat down, taking my hand. "Caius is clearing his schedule. We can go any time."
"Do we need to bring anything?" I asked, getting up from Jasper's lap on shaky limbs. I stumbled, but Edward caught me and enfolding me into his arms. The dam broke and I sobbed against his shirt. I heard Edward talk, but I was lost in my grief, anger, and betrayal. Grief for the loss of my innocence and security. Anger toward Jacob and Billy for hurting me thoroughly. Betrayal of whomever made that bullshit allegation that I neglect my child.
"Come on, gorgeous," Edward said. "We can pick up Seth and meet with Caius."
"Seth has to meet with Caius?" I asked, wiping my cheeks.
"Caius knows that you're a good mom, but he wants to talk to Seth," Edward explained, kissing my cheeks, and settling on my lips. I pulled back, nodding solemnly. He embraced me again and we packed up our stuff, leaving the publishing house. Edward parked my car in the visitor's spot at the school. I walked into the front office, asking for Seth to be called out of class. I tried to maintain my composure, not wanting to scare my son. He came down to the office, confused as to why I was taking him out of school. I just hugged him tightly, vowing to tell him once we're outside.
In the car, I sit in the passenger seat and twisted my fingers. Tears welled in my eyes as my heart stammered against my ribs. Edward reached across, threading our fingers together. "I'm here, gorgeous."
"I … I d-d-don't …" I stammered. "Can you tell him? Please?" I buried my face into my hands as I tried not to completely lose it.
Edward kept his hand on mine as he turned to face Seth. "Seth, son, I bet you're confused, and we promise that you are okay," Edward began.
"I'm more than confused," Seth grumped. "What's going on?"
"Your mom got a letter at the publishing house," Edward explained. "It was from social services, alleging that your mom has been neglecting you."
"That's bullshit," Seth snarled, hitting the back of the car. "My mom is the best mom. She …" He began crying. I sobbed, getting out of the passenger seat, and sliding into the backseat, pulling him into an embrace. "I don't want to go. Mommy, I don't want to leave you. Who will protect you? I need to stay, Mommy."
"We're going to fight this," I whispered, hating that my child was terrified he was going to be taken away. "We're going to Caius's office to …" I kissed his forehead and both cheeks. "That's why I pulled you from school." I brushed his too long hair from his forehead, memorizing his features. "We're going to …"
Edward started the car, backing out of the visitor's spot. I cradled my son as he navigated the streets of San Francisco to Caius's office. We pulled into the parking garage near the office. Seth held my hand as we walked down the street, entering the law offices. Edward held my other hand, undoubtedly worried about all that was happening. Checking in with security, we rode up to Caius's floor. He was waiting in the lobby with his dark eyes swirling in concern. He hugged both Seth and me. A fresh batch of tears spilled over onto my cheeks. Pulling back, Caius cupped both of our cheeks. "We're going to figure this out," he said, nodding firmly. "Let's go into my office."
Once inside the office, Seth and I sat on the couch as Edward sat in a chair next to me and Caius pulled over another seat. He had his computer on his lap, opening up a file. Edward handed Caius the letter I'd received. "Bella got this at her place of employment," he explained.
"My guess is that whoever made the claim did not know your home address due to the private security," Caius murmured, scanning the letter. "These claims are all based off … investigations done at a distance. Comments about who dropped Seth off at school, whether or not he's eating while at school and concerns that he's not getting enough time at home. The letter said that Seth spent over thirteen hours at school a week ago."
"I was involved in our spring musical," Seth spat. "We had rehearsal after school until seven. We were fed by the 'Drama Mamas'. We had tacos."
"Seth, son, I don't agree with these allegations," Caius said softly, giving my son a tender look. "I know that your mom is amazing."
"What do we do from here?" I asked, anger bubbling inside me. I tried to stay calm for Seth, but I was very close to losing my cool. Edward took my hand. Normally, his touch calmed me, but I everything was grating, and it hurt. My heart hurt. My soul was shattered.
"You'll get a phone call from child protective services. They'll make a home visit, assessing your living situation," Caius said. "I'll be there, but document everything."
"Why is this happening?" Seth whispered, tears welling in his eyes. "Mom is a good mom. She's the best, Caius."
"This is happening because your sperm donor is an asshole," I spat, shooting up. "He's an uncaring, despicable asshole who raped me and is continuing me to rape me in order to control me. He took everything away from me and now he's trying to take my son away from me." Sobs broke free and I screamed in anguish. I faintly heard voices and the shuffling of feet. My vision was tinged in red. "I hate him. I hate Jacob. Every ounce of my body is filled with hate for the animal who broke me."
Caius approached me, sitting me down and taking my hand. I looked at him, seeing his worry and concern. Caius was the only person in the room. I could barely catch my breath as Caius pulled me into a hug. He held me until my hysterics stopped, exhausted, and completely shattered. "I'm so sorry, Bella. What's happening to you is unfair and complete bullshit," Caius said, wiping my tears away.
"Where's Edward? Seth?" I asked, curling up into a ball.
"Seth became very upset when he saw you explode. Edward took him out of the room to calm him down," Caius explained. "I get why you're angry and resentful. I'm feeling the same way. The monster who took away your choice should not have any sort of say in how you raise your child. But, it might not be him."
I shot Caius a dubious look. "It's him. Jacob … he … won't take no for an answer," I sneered. "Seth is proof of that. Don't get me wrong. I love my son more than words can describe. Seth was my anchor to the world, but I said no the night he was conceived. I said no every time Jacob tried to touch me. I said no. I always said no, and I pushed him away. But, he refused to listen. He said that because I was living in his house, carrying his child, and draining his resources … he had a right to take what he wanted, my needs be damned. This is Jacob's doing. I'm successful and he's …"
"He's floundering," Caius said. "I had a private detective do some snooping."
"So, I'm making something for myself, and he has to fuck everything up," I growled, crossing my arms across my chest. "What did you find?"
"He has no job. He can't leave the reservation because there are several warrants out for his arrest for assault, battery, attempted rape, and sexual assault. He's been implicated in the death of the woman who helped you with Seth's birth, as is his father," Caius explained.
"Why can't they arrest him?" I asked.
"He's on protected land and the local police department cannot arrest him on the reservation. He needs to commit a federal crime for the FBI to get involved," Caius frowned. "For now, we need to focus on you and how to fight this." He held up the letter.
"How can I fight something that I don't know how comprehend?" I asked. "I've done everything for my son."
"I know that. You know that. But, the state? They have to take the allegations into account. Like I said, document everything," Caius said. "Let's make a plan of attack."
We worked for an hour and came up with strategies to help me maintain my composure when all I wanted to do was lose my shit.
xx Blockbuster xx
Edward
"I hate him," Seth snarled as he paced in a nearby conference room. "I hate my sperm donor. I hate every inch of his fucking face, of his actions, his choices, his body."
"Seth," I chided.
"What?! I do! I look in the mirror and the possibility that I look like him makes me sick, Edward. He brutalized my mom. He's still doing it," he yelled, thrusting his hands into his hair. "I hate him so much! I wish he were dead. I wish you were my dad and not him. Why is he doing this? Why?" He slammed his hand into the wall, thrusting it through the plaster. He howled in pain, falling onto his knees.
Jane, Caius's paralegal, walked in with wide eyes. "Is everything okay?"
"I'll pay for the damages," I whispered, pulling Seth into my arms. "It's been a bad, bad day." I looked at his hand and saw cuts along his knuckles.
"Let me get a first aid kit," Jane murmured.
Seth curled into my lap, whispering that he wanted me to be his dad, that I'd never hurt him or hurt his mom like his sperm donor did. I cradled him in my arms, murmuring that I loved him and loved his mother. Jane came back with a first aid kit and gestured to a bathroom in the conference room. I went to stand up, but Seth burrowed closer, sobbing brokenly. "Let me take care of you, Seth. Your hand …"
"I'm sorry," he choked out. "I'm so angry."
"You're not the only one, Seth. Obviously, your mom is just as angry," I sighed, kissing his forehead. "Please, let me clean this up. We don't need any more ammunition for this neglect allegation."
"This is my sperm donor's fault," he spat.
"It is and don't forget that," I said. "Now, let me clean up your hand. Can you make a fist?" He did with a hiss. "Any cracking or anything?"
"Not really," Seth answered. "It's just bloody."
"Come on," I murmured, leading him to the bathroom. Gently, I washed away the blood and wrapped his knuckles with some gauze. We walked back out to the conference room. Jane came back in, carrying some food and bottles of water. She placed it on the table. I smiled at her in thank you. "Seth, you have every right to be upset. I get it. But that …" I gestured to the hole in the wall, "is not the answer."
"I know," he whispered brokenly. "I don't want to go to foster care."
"You are not going into foster care," I vowed. "If anything, I'll … postpone the movie and move up here to help out your and your mom. You both mean so much to me."
"Don't do that, Edward," Seth said, gripping my shirt. "The movie is a big deal. You can't give that up."
"You and your mom are more important to me than the movie, Seth," I argued, taking his good hand. "Then any movie. Being a director is my job. You and Bella? You're my family. Family always comes first."
"Okay," he said. "I think that Mom and I should … I don't know … talk to our therapists. This has really messed with my head."
"Do you have the number?" I asked. "Or, is it on your mom's phone?"
"It's on Mom's phone," he huffed, clenching his hands into fists.
"Hey," I said soothingly, "we'll get the number, and we'll get you help, Seth. For now, we need to focus on calming you down. If you need to rage, I get it. But, you can't take it out on walls."
"How can I get rid of this anger?" he asked.
"This anger might be with you for some time, Seth. What happened to your mom was awful and it's impacted her life. It's shattered her trust in everyone. You saw how long it took for her to trust Emmett, Rose and Jasper, right?" I asked. "How long it took for her to trust me?"
"Because of what he did," Seth muttered. "What he continues to do …"
"Exactly," I said. "Now, let's try to come up with some ideas on how to cope with that anger and how to prove that social worker that your mom is amazing. That you have a wonderful life."
Seth took out a notebook and a pen. He looked at me, determination in his dark brown eyes.
xx Blockbuster xx
Bella
After meeting with Caius, followed by meeting with our therapist, Seth, Edward, and I went home. As soon as we walked into the house, my phone rang, and it was child protective services. A social worker wanted to schedule a home visit. So, I scheduled it for later in the week while Edward was still in town. Caius also said he'd be there, to provide protection and back up for when the social worker came to look at the home I provided for my son.
My anal retentiveness, my overwhelming need to clean every flat surface returned. I also fell back into old habits of not eating, working to the point of exhaustion. Sleep didn't happen. If I slept, the nightmares returned. Nightmares of Jacob taking without permission, of sleeping in my car and barely surviving until I landed in McCoffee Café. I stayed up until all hours of the night, working on my novel and journaling my feelings. I also didn't eat. Food tasted like ash in my mouth. Whatever I ate, it reappeared quickly.
It was still dark, just before four in the morning. I was sitting on the couch, typing on my laptop. Next to me, I had a steaming cup of coffee. Edward came downstairs. His hair was standing on end, and he was shirtless, with his tattoos on display. "Bella, gorgeous, you have to sleep. You haven't slept since we came back from Caius's office," he chided. "This place is sparkling and you're …"
"If I sleep, the nightmares come back," I mumbled. "I don't want to relive that time, Edward."
"Bella," Edward sighed, moving to sit next to me. He moved the computer off my lap and pulled me into his arms. "I love you so much and I hate that … You can't let Jacob win."
"He already did," I muttered. "Jacob broke me. He destroyed me and he continues to do so. Whenever I find a moment's happiness, he …" I closed my eyes, allowing a few tears to fall down my cheeks. "He continues to ruin everything."
"When the social worker comes today, they'll see an immaculate house, a well-rounded, happy boy and walk out without any concerns," Edward suggested. "Gorgeous, please, come to bed."
"I have to be up in a few hours to take Seth to school," I said.
"You haven't slept in a week, save for a few cat naps," Edward frowned. "I can take Seth to school."
"And give child protective services more ammunition to take him away?" I snapped. He stiffened before tightening his arms around me. "I'm so sorry. I'm …"
"If child protective services gives you shit for having your family drive your son to work, they've got another thing coming. What if you didn't have the help? Seth would have to take the bus. Would they give you shit for having your son take the bus?" Edward asked.
"Probably," I grumped. "I know the system. The system sucks. The system kicked me out of the only home I'd ever known because my father's insurance was crap. The system forced me back to work, days within giving birth to my son, having a hysterectomy and major abdominal surgery. The system made me live with my abusers."
"The system is bullshit," Edward growled. "There are so many hoops to jump through … and it's not right."
I snuggled in his arms, pressing my ear to his chest, and listening to the steady thrum of his heart. He gently ran his fingers down my back. "I know that Summit has a plan for the movie, but can a portion of the profits go to kids who are caught in the system? Women's shelters or something?"
"We'll do something," he whispered. "For now, just try to get some sleep. Please, gorgeous?"
With the combination of his warm embrace, steady beat of his heart, and gentle caresses on my back, I did manage to drift off. I faintly heard Edward talking to Seth, who was going to take the bus. After my son left, I must have fallen into a deeper sleep and the nightmares attacked. However, before they got too violent or too close to a memory, Edward gently coaxed me awake. He smiled at me tenderly. "Seth," I whispered.
"He's at school," Edward answered, kissing my forehead. "He texted when he was sitting down for lunch. He asked how you were doing."
"I'm tired," I answered honestly.
"Why don't you take a shower and I'll get some breakfast for you," Edward whispered, brushing my hair back.
"I'm not hungry," I said, sitting up and stretching my body.
"You lost a lot of weight from the stomach flu and you're continuing to lose weight because you haven't eaten much since our meeting with Caius," Edward chided, giving me a bland look. "You need to be at your strongest."
"I'll try, but I'm not making any promises," I frowned, standing up on shaky legs. With a sigh, I walked up to my room and showered. I put on a pair of jeans, grimacing when I saw how loose they were. I slid them off my body and put on a pair of leggings. After blow drying my hair, I went back downstairs.
Edward was in a pair of jeans, a button-down and bare feet. His hair was damp. "I used Seth's bathroom," he explained, sliding a cup of coffee across the island. "I'm sorry that I'm still helpless in the kitchen, but I toasted you a bagel." He pushed a blueberry bagel to me with a soft smile. "Cream cheese?"
"Ugh, no," I said, wrinkling my nose. "Maybe some jelly."
Edward nodded, pulling out grape jelly and strawberry jam. I chose the strawberry jam and spread some on the bagel. Tearing the bagel apart, I took a tentative bite. Like everything else, it tasted like ash, and I struggled to swallow it. "Gorgeous, you have to eat," he whispered, reaching to take my hand. "I know that you're upset and you're panicking about what's happening, but you need to take care of yourself."
"I promise to eat after the social worker leaves," I vowed. "If I eat, I'm going to throw it up. I don't want to throw up."
"Eat half the bagel? Please?" he pleaded. His voice cracked. I looked up, seeing tears in his eyes. "You're wasting away, Bella. I can't lose you. Neither can Seth …"
I sighed, nodding slowly. Old habits were hard to break, and I was falling into the old habit of survival. Where I focused my attention on my son, not on myself. I forced myself to finish the bagel. It sat in my stomach like a rock, but I finished it. "I'm sorry you're addled with a fucking mess. I'd understand …"
"No, I'm not going anywhere. Everyone who loved you has given up and I refuse to do that. I'm not giving up on you, baby," he whispered, cupping my cheek. "Now, I think you need some more rest. You've got dark circles under your eyes."
"I've got to work on the third novel in my next series," I argued feebly.
"I think you can take a break, gorgeous," Edward said, arching a brow.
"I need to do something to occupy my mind. If I sleep, the nightmares come back, and I can't …" I said. "Besides, you need to work on stuff for the movie, right?"
"I'm in a holding pattern until we begin filming. Alec and Elliott are setting things up to start in two weeks. Amelia, Sebastian, and Elijah are getting fitted for their costumes. Gianna, the casting director, is looking for a baby in Beaver, Washington. Alec has a plan 'B' if we can't find a kid," Edward explained.
"Plan 'B'?" I asked.
"Fake, silicone baby. We may use that for scenes where the baby's face is not on film," Edward shrugged. "Having a real baby can be a crap shoot. You never know when the baby could be fussy."
"Ain't that the truth," I snorted. "Seth was a great baby, but when he crashed, he crashed hard."
"What was he like as a baby?" he asked, pulling me into the living room and curling me to his side. "Tell me everything."
And, I did. For the rest of the morning and into the afternoon until Seth came home from school. However, our stroll down memory lane was cut short with Caius arriving and my phone ringing shortly after that with the gatehouse announcing the social worker. I blanched, taking Edward's hand, and trying not to lose my shit. An older SUV pulled into the driveway and a heavy-set woman got out of the car. She wore a shabby coat and a dour expression. She grabbed her bag from the backseat and scowled at the stairs. She huffed out a curse, stomping toward to the front door.
"She looks mean," Seth whispered, petting Bear's head.
"Don't say that," Caius said, wrinkling his nose. "Be pleasant."
The doorbell rang. I jumped, wanting to take Seth, and run, but I blew out a breath. I slowly walked to the door. The doorbell rang again, and I opened the door. The woman had a sneer on her face. "What took you so long?"
Do not bite this woman's head off. "My apologies," I said. "Please come in."
"I'm ordered to be here. I'll come in, whether you like it or not," the woman huffed. "I'm Martha Robbins and I'm here to examine your home to see if it's suitable for the minor, Seth Charles Swan." She looked around, scoffing. "Who are you?"
"I'm Caius Del Vecchio and I represent Ms. Swan and her son," Caius responded coldly. "I'm here as a courtesy to my client. I'm glad I am. I'll be taking a lot of notes about your interactions, Ms. Robbins."
Martha pursed her lips, narrowing her eyes on Caius before blinking to Edward. "Are you Ms. Swan's husband?"
"Boyfriend," Edward answered.
"Does he live with you?" Marth asked, jotting down information on her clipboard. "You're not providing a very good example for your son by allowing your boyfriend to live with you. All that premarital sex …"
"Ms. Robbins, what we do is not your concern," Edward said harshly. "Seth is and always our priority."
"From what I can tell, Ms. Swan was a teenaged mother who couldn't keep her legs closed," Martha sneered. "I should take him with me now. This is not an adequate environment for a child. A young mother, who's a slut? Seth, get your belongings."
"This visit is over," Caius snarled, holding up his phone to his ear. Seth was crying, rushing over to me. I held him as he sobbed, begging not to go. "Your bias against Ms. Swan is blinding your judgment. Name calling and threatening to take a child away without just cause other than your opinion that Ms. Swan is a 'slut'?"
"Who are you calling?" Martha asked, her face flaming.
"Owen? It's Caius Del Vecchio," Caius sang. "I have Martha Robbins at my client, Isabella Swan's, home. She's called my client some choice names and threatened to take her child away based on some unfounded, bullshit bias … Oh, really? She just took the file when it had been assigned to another social worker. She was determined to take my client's son away?" Caius blinked to Martha, who had sat down heavily on the couch. Her face was unnaturally pale, bordering on grey. "Could we just make this allegation go away? I mean, your social worker … Okay. I understand. I'll explain it to my client. Here's Ms. Robbins …"
"Mr. Percy?" Martha squeaked as she took the phone. Even over Seth's tears, I heard him rip into the angry woman. "I'll come back to the office … I need this job."
Caius gave me a smug look, but it quickly fell as Martha handed him back his phone. She looked at me and my son, derision still in her eyes. "You're still a slut."
"No, I'm a victim," I argued. "My choice was taken away. You're a judgmental, hateful shrew, who walked in here with a god damned agenda. Get out of my house!"
"She was a teen mom, but she was raped, Ms. Robbins," Caius said, opening the door. Martha stepped onto the front stoop, her face blanching back to a sickly grey. "Thanks to your bias, my client will get a nice settlement." He held up a digital recorder, pressing stop. "You lost your job and you're going to lose a lot more. Have a lovely day." He slammed the door in her face.
"Can I key her car?" Seth asked, scowling at the woman as she slumped back to her SUV.
"No, Seth," Caius said. "Despite what happened with that atrociously awful woman, the allegations are still a concern. I tried to get them thrown out in light of that bitch."
"Perfect description," Edward mumbled, pulling me into his lap on an overstuffed chair. He held me close. "I can feel you tremble, gorgeous."
"I'm so angry," I hissed.
"I don't blame you, baby," he breathed.
Caius sat down next to Seth, rubbing his back. "I'm going to meet with the director of Child Protective Services, Owen Montgomery, to discuss Martha and her crap. Unfortunately, Owen cannot overlook the allegations that were brought to CPS's attention despite Martha. You will have a home study, but with the original social worker assigned to your case. Not that hateful, disgusting woman."
"What do we do now?" Seth asked. "Can she take me away?"
"No, she can't. That woman," Caius said, pointing as the SUV drove away, "lost her job. She had an obvious bias to any young, single mother. She called your mom some hateful, untrue things …"
"I'm not a slut," I whispered. I looked at Edward, trying not to cry. "I'd only been with two guys." He wiped my tears away as he tucked me closer to his body.
"We know the truth, gorgeous," Edward whispered, kissing my lips. "She's not coming back."
She might not be, but this nightmare was far from over. I slid my arms around Edward's neck and allowed myself some solace in his strength. He was being strong for me. I had to be strong for Seth … but all I wanted to do was give up.
What was the point?
Jacob was going to win. He was chipping away at my spirit and soon, there would be nothing left.
A/N: I had a plan for this chapter …
The plan went to the wayside and it's going to be split into two chapters. Next chapter, you're going to hear from Seth. A new voice :-)
We're going to have some Seth and Edward bonding time, planning a date for his mother and a citrusy moment between Edward and Bella before he leaves to begin filming, dinner with Caius and some resolution with the CPS thing.
Not many pictures with this one … you can find them on my blog. Link for that is on my profile. I'm also on FB: Tufano79's Twilight Fanfiction Appreciation. Twitter, too: tufano79.
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