A/N: this is just a filler.
I live a couple of miles away from my parents, and the small orchards and vineyards that surround their home.
I drive for a few minutes on the familiar roads before turning towards the familiar bend of the road, surrounded by thick trees before it thinned out and turned into more vineyards. I drove for a few more seconds through thick shrubs, smiling at the familiar roads.
Just before the trees thinned out was the gate surrounding my house and yard.
I let out a happy sigh, as my car approached the gate.
Sitting before us is my home. A gift from my pawpaw, and mawmaw. Well, it was their house before the Colonel decided to move to Buffalo after my Aunt Becky got pregnant. Since he didn't want to sell it, and he found out I was buying a condo, he let me live here.
Anyways back to my house.
My house consists of six bedrooms and three and a half bathrooms. It includes a large spacious kitchen with a double oven and pantry, dark wood cabins, and marble countertops, as well as a breakfast nook.
Off to the right is the breakfast table, and then there is a dining room for when people visit. Then there's the den, the sitting room, a living room, and an office (though that is now a library), just near the entrance, dow. The hall from the foyer are the two guest rooms and the guest bathroom. That's just the bottom floor.
I can say, the bottom floor is the most used. Why? Because after working a ten to twelve hour shift, I am somewhat too tired to climb up those stairs to my room.
Just up the stairs are four large room, all have their own ensuite or bathroom and a somewhat small walk in closet.
The park port fits five cars.
So, you see why I am bitchy all the time? Hey, if you don't, don't judge me. I work Monday to Saturday, sometimes a ten maybe twelve hour shift, oh and I've here lived alone, three years. Imagine having to clean the house most of the time, on my days off, when I should be sleeping.
I slowly walked towards the door, after hopping out of the car, with a pep in my step.
'Home sweet home. God, I missed my house along with my babies.' I think as I walk in the front door, dripping my bags near the entrance, and the keys into the little ceramic bowl on the table.
"Huh. Were you expecting guests?" Micah asks as he walks in behind me.
"Hm? Oh.. uh no. Rosalie is supposed to be moving in here with me." I say distractedly.
"So, Bella, do you have any food here?" Emmett asked me, patting his stomach hungrily.
"Yes, I do as a matter of fact. What are you in the mood for?" I asked, curiously eyeing him.
"Surprise me." He answers, throwing me a dimpled grin.
"Alrighty... then. There are two guest rooms down the hall. Emmett, you and Edward take those. Micah, up the stairs, first door on the right up. Rose, you already know. Everyone stay out of the master bedroom. Pinky is in there and I don't want her out here, just yet." I say.
"Pinky?" They all say.
"Who or what is Pinky?" Micah asks.
Which, in turn causes Rose to laugh.
"She is my teacup pig. She has a brother. His names is Roofus or Roofy. He's my teacup, shih tzu. Along with Clementine, my teacup cup kitty..." I explain.
I originally only had Pinky, she was a gift from a friend after the whole 'Zack' fiasco. I was enamored when she was given to me. She is about the size of a really small dog now. She's a light pink,mixed with white and black but that's not why I love her, she has a small heart on her side as a birthmark, and her little snout is black.
Roofus, my teacup shih tzu, came along a six month later, when my friend Vickie decided she couldn't handle two babies and a small pup. He's so adorable, with his light sandy brown fur mixed with black and white.
Clementine, is my Napoleon teacup. She has fur that makes her look like a little lion, even though she's orange and has a white little chest. She's also as bitchy as me, so you see why I love her. We completely each other.
"Rose, go check on my babies, please." I say as I tie up my hair.
"Awesome, on my way." She calls back, rushing up the stairs.
"How do you have time to take care of them, if you work most of the week?" Micah asks.
"I pay a friend of mine to come and cuddle with them." I mention, as I walk into the kitchen.
"Seriously?" He asks, shocked.
"Yes, I don't have kids, I live alone, and they don't mind get mad when I bitch at them. They're perfect." I say.
"Only you would bitch at something that can't bitch back." He says amused as Mary thwacks his back.
I laugh, amused as I open the freezer and pull out the two lasagnas that I froze last Thursday before I left, having a feeling that they'd both be needed.
"Lasagna?" He asks, as he walks into the pantry and brings out the two french rolls I stuffed in there Thursday night.
"Hey Bells, do you need help with anything?" Mary asks.
"Umm. If you want to maybe pull out some fresh veggies for the salad, and the butter for the garlic bread." I say after the oven beeps.
She only nods before pulling everything out and washing her hands before she washes the ingredients.
I slide the lasagnas into the oven, before setting the timer.
As I am about to finish chopping the salad I the little pitter patter of little paws running around the kitchen.
"Rosalie! I told you not to set them loose! Someone is going to step on my poor babies!" I cry, setting down the knife before quickly wiping my hands on my shirt.
"Woah, cool a baby pig!"
"Emmett, leave that poor thing alone!"
"Thing?!" I gasp, watching in horror as one of Emmett's massive paws wraps around my baby, Pinky.
Calm down, Bella. He doesn't know you consider these three to be your babies. He'll learn. Of that, I am certain.
"I'll have you know that Pinky is not a thing, but is in fact a she. Now set her down." I say, calmly. Maybe a bit too calmly.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you." Edward says apologetically.
I scoff, picking her up and walking into the kitchen. Where I set her down in her playpen. Right next to the other empty one.
Yes, she has a playpen. Leave me alone. I am single. I don't shop unless it's absolutely necessary, and I have too much money after the bills are paid.
"Do you still eat bacon or other things like that?" Micah asks amused.
I give him the evil eye as I wash my hands again. Scowling the entire time.
"Hey, come on Squirt, you gotta admit it's a valid question." Micah says, chuckling.
"Micah, leave her alone. Pinky is adorable." Mary says as she pulls her into her arms.
"What were the names you were considering when you first got her?" Rose asked, amused as she served herself a glass of Strawberry wine.
Bitch already knew the story. Why was she asking? She was there when it happened.
"Christina P. Bacon." I muttered, as I watch Micah cut the two loaves in half perfectly.
"So, Cris P. Bacon?" Emmett guffaws, suddenly making his appearance.
"I know, I know. That's why I named her Pinky Porker." I mutter, feeling my face heat up as I turn to the counter.
That only causes Rosalie to spit her wine out on Emmett, who is standing next to her, looking shocked as hell.
I ignore them as I focus on the tasks before me. Mincing the fresh garlic, and spread the salty butter onto the half loaves Micah cut for me.
After placing the four half loaves into the oven and turn to face them all.
"So, what now?" Micah asks, crossing his arms over his chest, while Mary still played with Pinky.
"Now, we wait for the food to be read." I say, as I pull out a few drinks for them.
I'm pretty sure everyone has a coping mechanism. Mine is cooking. When I say cooking… I mean baking, sauteing, and all the works in the kitchen.
"Got anything else we can munch on?" Emmett asked, pulling me out of my musing.
I looked down, realizing I had a tiny fur ball in my arms. At what moment did I pick Roofy up?
"There's fruit over there." I say, pointing towards the fruit that was placed on the nook.
Right after Micah and Emmett fixed the table, I set Roofy down in the playpen next to Clementine, so I could wash my hands again.
"Need any help?" Edward asks, scaring me accidentally.
"Oh..err. No, I-I just need to check on the lasagnas. The table is already set, you can get a drink and wait over there if you want." I suggest, wiping the front of my now wet shirt.
He nodded, before grabbing one of the beers and heading towards the table where everyone waited.
I pulled out the garlic bread first, dicing it into smaller pieces before placing it in a basket. Then I pull out the lasagnas, turning off the oven before placing one of them in the warming drawer.
Rosalie quickly comes to get the basket of bread before following me towards the table. When I set the lasagna in the middle of the table.
"Alright everybody, dig in." I say after sitting down.