Since I have been getting some lovely reviews, here is the next chapter early. I only have one page of Chapter 3 written so you'll have to wait for that. I like to be one or two chapters ahead before posting, but I just got excited from all the reviews that I just had to give you guys something else. So hope you enjoy.

Chapter 2

I was woken up, not by the sunlight, but by the sound of laughing, and the smell of burning food. I shot out of bed, and I don't know how I managed to make it down the hall and to the kitchen without killing myself, but I did, and now I stand here frozen taking in the sight that I think used to be my kitchen.

Logan and Lena stood in the middle, covered with flour. There were eggs broken on the counter, and spilt milk on the floor. I looked over to the stove to see 4 pieces of black things that I think were bread once upon a time. My kitchen was totally wrecked. I took a deep breath ready to berate the two 4 year olds in front of me when I looked at their faces. Tears were running down their cheeks. They were holding onto each other, and I could see them shaking from fear. I dropped to my knees and started to sob.

I did this to them. I forced them to live with that foul man, and now they fear for their lives whenever someone gets mad. I never thought I would be that kind of woman. I always thought that if a man ever layed a hand on me, that I would be on the first plane to the next state. But it's so different when it's you. I might not have loved him like I loved Edward, but he was the father of my children, and he was so good with them. It was me that he hated. I thought I owed it to them to try to work things out. But in my quest to provide my children with their father, I ruined them.

I became aware of tiny hands patting my back. Little cooing noises, that I never thought my hard ass daughter would ever make, were coming from her mouth and were directed towards me. I guess I did lose it a bit. I mean how many times do you see your mother totally breakdown, into hysterical sobs. But it's my fault. And for the rest of my life, I would make this up to them. I will make sure, they never have to fear for their lives again.

I nodded to myself and pulled them both to me. "It's ok. I would never hurt you. I just wanted to know what was up with this mess?" I asked them as calmly as my raspy voice would allow.

"We wanted to make you breakfast." Logan told me before sticking the first two fingers of his left hand in his mouth. I shook my head. No amount of pacifiers would satisfy him as a baby. And apparently his thumb just wasn't enough. Nope. Two fingers for him, and at 4 years old he was still at it.

"It was supposed to be french toast. We wanted to take care of you, like you take care of us." Lena told me. I smiled at her and looked over at the mess.

"I'm supposed to take care of you, your my children. Now, why don't you go get cleaned up and I'll just......see what I can savage."

I had the floor and counter cleaned and was scrambling the remains of the eggs when the phone rang. I picked it up without thinking and was surprised that there was a female voice on the other end and I didn't know who it was.

"Hello? Is this Bella?"

"Yes, who may I ask is calling?" I knew I didn't give the number out to anyone. Only Charlie, and Renee. Well, Billy had it too, but he was the one who set me up with the house. He was also the only one besides myself that knew the true story of what happened down in Texas.

"Oh, dear, this is Sue Clearwater. Charlie gave me your number. He mentioned that you and your kids are going to the bon-fire tonight and I wanted to know if you wanted to go earlier. Sam and Emily have a little boy about your kids age, and a 3 year old girl. Jared and Kim have a 2 year old girl and she's expecting another one soon. Paul and Rachel also have a little 1 year old boy. Cute thing he is."

I stood there for a moment. Paul and Rachel? Rachel Black? Bookworm, history freak, with Paul? I was officially confused. What the hell had been going on when I was gone? I heard her call my name, so I decided to answer her.

"Sorry, Mrs. Clearwater, I was just taking everything in. Wow. Yeah, so what time?" I heard her laughing.

"Well, around 2 would be good. That way while the kids play, the men will cook on the grill."

"Sounds good. Do you need me to bring anything?" I asked while trying to think if I had enough stuff to make up some kind of salad or if I had to run to the store.

"No, just yourself and the kids are enough. We're happy to have you back, Bella."

I heard something else in her voice. The same underlying meaning that I heard in Billy's voice when he was warning me of the Cullens. Did she know too? I hung up with her after her goodbyes and telling me where the meeting was.

The next few hours went fast, with me trying to get the kids in appropriate clothes and trying to figure out if the rest of the tribe was like Billy. All knowing, and all that. I looked out at the beach when I pulled up and had to suck in a breath. There were so many.

At least 10 giant men littered the beach. All laughing and causing a ruckus. Scattered among them were the normal folk, and some kids running. I even seen Charlie in there laughing with Billy over something.

"Momma?" Logan asked while looking out the window. I looked back at him to see him and his sister staring out the window with big eyes.

"What, Baby?" He turned his big chocolate eyes on me, and with a quivering lip answered me.

"Are the big men like Daddy?" My heart I think sunk to my stomach. What could I tell him? Yes, they turn into wolves, but no they won't hurt you? I couldn't promise him something like that. I knew how volatile they were when they were mad. I knew all too well. I also knew that what happened to Emily, wasn't just a bear attack. But I took a deep breath and mentally told myself that lying to your children is a part of life. And hope that they will eventually forgive me sometime in the future.

"No, Baby. They're not like Daddy. See that man right there?" I pointed out Sam, who was carrying a small boy that looked like his clone on his shoulders. "He saved me. I was lost in the woods when I was younger and he found me and brought me home. Does that sound like a person like Daddy?"

I almost wanted to close my eyes and pray to the God that I didn't believe in, that they would buy it. I technically didn't lie to them. At least I hoped not. From what I knew and heard, these men were nothing like that good for nothing bastard. A smile broke out on Logan's face and he got out of the car. Lena followed and they both waited for me. I grabbed the bag of extra clothes out of the back and walked towards the beach. My two shadows hiding behind my legs.

My dad seen me first. But I seen him first. And I have to say, that I hate men. While they get more good looking with age, us women go down hill. He still had the features, but there was a hardness to his face now. He was also bigger than he had been the last time I had seen him. He was taller and broader than Sam, and I thought that was something that I'd never see. Did these men ever quit growing? But when he turned from talking to someone that looked like his sister, and looked me in the eyes, I never wanted to look away again.

The emotions that I seen run though his eyes, almost had me back in the coma state I was in when Edward left. Then as quick as I seen them, they were gone. In their place was the emotionless mask that I had seen last on his face. The mask that Sam gave him. But now I knew better. It still hurt just the same as it did all them years ago, but I was older now, more able to cope with heartache. I turned and herded my kids over to Charlie and Billy.

"Dad, Billy, thanks for inviting us." I told them. Charlie gave me a blinding smile and scooped Logan up and onto his shoulders, resulting in a squeal. Lena just stood behind me with her arms crossed and a frown on her face as usual.

"Glad you could make it, Bells. Why don't you introduce me to the little ones." Billy asked.

"Well, that is Logan. And this happy little girl, is Lena." I told him. Lena let out a mock growl, that had most of the guys around looking at them. I couldn't help but laugh. I leaned down to her, and she glared at me, causing me to roll my eyes.

"Why don't you and your brother go play. Just stay out of the water." She huffed and grabbed Logan's hand now that Charlie had set him down and dragged him off to play in the sand.

"Is she always like that?" Sam asked as he walked up from letting his son down to play. I nodded and looked over to see Lena telling Logan and I think Sam's son how the right way to shovel sand was.

"Yes. Not as bad, but yes. Logan is like me. Almost scarily like me. Lena is …...Lena. Not afraid to tell what's on her mind. She knows how to get her way all right. She manipulative, and conniving. But she's a sweet heart if she wants to be."

We talked for a bit, till I heard a scream come from where the kids were playing. We all looked over to see Lena down on the sand, and Logan standing over the other boy ready to deck him. Don't ask me why I did it, I think it's a parents instinct to yell their child's full name when they are in trouble, because his full name just came tumbling from my lips.

"LOGAN LEVI ULEY!"

Logan bless his soul turned to give me a sheepish grin before helping up his sobbing sister. I went over to him and looked her over. "What happened." It wasn't a question, and they knew it. Both their eyes went to the other boy who was still standing there. Poor kid, I don't think that anyone had ever stood up to him before.

"He pushed her." Logan told me.

"I landed on my back, Mommy." Lena whispered. I nodded and turned her around. Lifting up her shirt, I didn't see any blood seeping out so she should be good for now. I knew I really should take her and see that none of the stitches had busted open, but she had a doctors appointment in the morning, and most of the stitches would be coming out then.

"Every thing's fine, baby. Why don't you and your brother go sit by the fire for a bit." They both nodded and did as I said. When they were out of hearing range, I turned to see just about everyone staring at me. Billy was looking at me with a look that said, 'you did it, now fix it'.

"His last names Uley?" Sam asked me. I took a deep breath, and slowly released it. Over the years, I over came most of my shyness, but having so many people staring at me waiting for an explanation to my personal life that had nothing to do with them, ok so it had a little to do with them, made me want to take my kids and run away.

But then again, I supposed I should tell them everything. It's not only my life at risk here, but theirs too. Could I really just come out and say that I know about the pack? They would probably lynch me first then try to figure out why I knew. No, I wouldn't tell them till it was absolutely necessary. My eyes glanced at who could only be Emily. My guess is that they would figure it out the moment they set their eyes on my little girls back. Good think I had a few more weeks till that happened.

"I'll talk to Sam and Emily and that's it. What goes on in my life is no ones business but my own. If Sam chooses to tell you then that's up to him, but I refuse to have my dirty laundry hung out for everyone to see."

I then turned and started walking down the beach. I knew from experience that their hearing was very good, if not better than a vampires. But they still had to concentrate to filter out all the background sounds just to hear a conversation.

I don't know how far I walked, but I knew it was at least a quarter mile down the beach. I was in the part that was reserved for the inhabitants of the Reservation only. No tourists aloud.

I was sitting there for 10 minutes when Sam and Emily came and sat next to me. I just stared out at the ocean for a minute to try to figure out how to start. How much of my life did they know of? How much of Sam's life did they know? So I started with the easiest. The least personal to me. I almost wish I had a camera to capture the look on Sam's face when the first sentence I said was,

"Sam, what do you know about your father"