Author's Note:D So, I have one thing to say for all those who asked. Desiree is NOT changing, she's just being nice to everyone. Except Edward. Lol. Enjoy.

Then, with Desiree carefully laying in Rosalie's arms, she took off.

Desiree was so little that it took nothing to run and keep a hold of her to make sure that she wasn't hitting her head.

It took about 45 minutes or so for Rosalie to reach Bella's house since she had to return home to get directions to her house. But Desiree didn't wake up the whole time.

She walked up to the front porch and knocked. It took a few minutes for Bella to answer the door, but when she did she let her in.

"Rosalie, what are you doing with my daughter?"

'Please tell me she did nothing to her,' I kept repeating to myself over and over again. Desiree didn't look hurt, but from all that time with vampires and werewolves, I've learned that sometimes how things look isn't always the correct thing.

But, still, she was breathing alright, and she was smiling. When she slept, she looked so peaceful.

Rosalie smiled at me. Wow. I never thought that would happen. Ever. "Well, she asked me if I could take her home after she met the family." She was talking very soft so that she wouldn't wake her up.

I felt my body stiffen, and Edward also tensed. He had seen full pissed off mother mode. But that wasn't what was wrong with me. My daughter, who had never seen them ever before, saw them before I had the chance to. It hurt me really bad. "The family?"

"Well, it wasn't our fault, Emmett brought her over, and we couldn't just pretend she wasn't there." Rosalie did have a point there.

I sighed in defeat. "Did she behave herself?"

Again, Rosalie smiled at me. She had never talked directly to me, let alone smile. "She behaved perfectly. Like a little angel."

Behind me I heard Edward mutter "Little angel my--"

I interupted him before he said something stupid. "Thank goodness. I take it you guys were introduced as Aunts and Uncles?"

"And grandparents."

Carlisle and Esme. Grandparents. That must have made their day. Night. Whatever.

"That's how I would have wanted them introduced. Thank you." I felt like I was going to cry, but I didn't. Carlisle were like second parents to me. I always deeply wanted Desiree to think of them as grandparents.

Rosalie reajusted Desiree, who had started to talk in her sleep. Just like I do. "Ed...ward..." I gasped and Edward's jaw hit the ground, but she wasn't finished yet. "w will payyy. Da daddy sai d so." Then she started to snore softly.

"Figures." Edward looked like was trying to had a dark look from everybody.

Rosalie, however, laughed. It was the first time I had ever seen her in a good mood, let alone laugh. it was a pleasant sound. "Oh, Edward, it isn't the first time a child has hated you, and it won't be the last either."

"Thank you Rose."

"Rosalie, why don't I take Desiree for you so that you can go?" Rosalie handed me my child, and I made it so that her head was on my shoulder, and her legs were somewhat wrapped around my waist. I looked at Edward. "You too. I have to work in the morning." He looked like he was going to say something, but I cut him off. "And don't even think about sneeking into my room again. When I went to the bathroom, I made a phone call. If someone trys to get into my room, or any room for that matter, tonight, they will be attacked by wolves."

Edward's jaw dropped.

I made sure that they left, and I locked the door to make sure that there was no funny business tonight. I put Desiree in my bed and started to clean up for the night. And what a night it was. There were more vampires in my house than there had been in years.

first I took a quick shower, then I put on my favorite nightgown, brushed my teeth, and braided my hair so that it wouldn't be all around my face when I woke up.

Then I went to bed beside my daughter. No one visited me that night.

The night morning came to quickly for me, but I did get up. I dressed for work--which consisted of my wearing an extremly short black dress and a white apron. I didn't complain though. The shorter the skirt, the better the tips--and put on my make up and put my hair into a bun.

Then I woke up Desiree prepared her for going over to Angela's for the day. Angela was a stay at home mom who had three little boys. One was 6, one was 4, and the youngest was 3. She took care of Desiree during the say and I payed her I what I could afford.

"Mommy, it's to early to get up, can't I go back to bed?" Desiree whined as I pulled her dress on her.

"Sweety, you can go back to bed as soon as we get to Angela's house, ok?" I had just gotten her into the dress and proseded to put her hair into the long braid that she wore everyday.

"Fine, mommy." She yawned. "But, just so you know, I won't be able to sleep. Zane keeps on being mean to me when I try to. He says that I'm to girly and pulls on my hair." Zane was the 6 year old, and could be the sweetest thing in the world, or the meanest. Just like Desiree.

After Desiree was ready to go, I put on my 3 inch highheals and grabbed her hand and left.

It took about 10 minutes for me to get to Angela's house, but when I did, Desiree started to bounce in her carseat. No matter what she said, I knew she loved to go over there.

When we were at the front door, I knock and Angela answered in no time. "Hey, Ang, thanks for doing this for me."

"No problem, you know I love having her over here." Angela turned around. "Boys! I told you two to stop tormenting your sister!" She turned back to me. "Sorry about that."

"It's ok, remember, I have one myself."

We laughed.

Then Zane stopped pulling one his sister's hair long enough to grab Desiree's had and say, "Come on! Lenore's about to cry!" Lenore was the youngest one and Donoven was the middle child.

Zane looked like his father more than his mother, at least I think he did. Zane's dad had been Angela's first husband, but the other two were Ben's. He had pale blond hair, so blond it was almost white, which he wore messy and in his eyes, very pale skin and very deep green eyes.

"Zane! Don't be mean to her!" But she didn't protest when he pulled her over to watch closer.

"Angela, again, thanks, but I gotta go!" I hugged her walked as carefully as I could towards the car door.

But not without tripping.

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Adrian