Disclaimer: To my own disbelief and pure greediness, I sadly don't own Twilight/New Moon characters, Miss Stephenie Meyer does.


I went downstairs, as I heard Mason and Madeline open their doors, trying to seem awake for their visitor.

I looked out this glass to see two women.

I opened the door and to my surprise, here was standing Rosalie, Alice, and Esme(whom I had not seen) all dressed in worn out clothing with paint rollers and baseball caps, yet they all still looked so fitting in the old, worn out clothing.

Alice smiled as she let herself in, "Hey Bella, I saw you were painting, so all the girls decided to come over and help."

Rosalie followed, giving me a slight hug, and so did Esme, whispering hello into my ear.

I stood their looking at them; I took my own baseball cap off, fixing my ponytail.

"What are you all doing here?" I smiled.

"Oh come on now, you didn't think we'd let you paint the nursery when you're 5 months pregnant now, would you Bella?" Rosalie said, adding a laugh.

"I was actually, and I'll do it just fine." I said.

Alice giggled, "Yea well I bet you 50 you won't be fine."

I smiled, "Oh I see how it is… well oh!" I said. "You must meet Madeline and Mason."

Smiles lit up their faces; I went upstairs to find them both in their rooms, dressing in sweaters and jeans.

"Madeline, Mason, come down so you can meet some friends of mine." I then walked downstairs again, minutes later they came down, running to my side.

"Madeline, "I pushed her forward, "meet Alice Cullen, Rosalie Hale, and Esme Cullen." I smiled,

Madeline whispered, "Hello."

"Mason, "I pushed him forward as well, "meet Alice, Rosalie, and Esme. These three are very good friends of mine, and you must remember Rosalie, from a few months ago, right dear?"

Mason shook his head, yes, how could he forget the beautiful Rosalie Hale?

Esme spoke, "Bella, they are beautiful, they look so much like you, in almost every way." She smiled.

Alice just sat there staring and smiling, "Yes Bella, they are so adorable."

Rosalie just smiled, "I told you they were."

My kids just started to shy behind me, grabbing my leg and hiding themselves with it.

I laughed, "Alright, if you three really want to paint, the room is upstairs and the second on your right."

They walked upstairs, gossiping about how beautiful my children looked.

I turned to Madeline and Mason, "Why don't you two grab some Pop Tarts and meet me upstairs, ok?" I kissed them both on the top of their heads.

They ran to the kitchen, finding the Pop Tarts on the counter.

I trudged upstairs to find them pouring the paint.

"So are you going to be doing this at 'super speed' or what?" I laughed.

Esme laughed as well, "Well of course, the faster it's done the better!"

"Alright, well I was thinking and so did Mason, tan on 2/3 of the wall and up, then 1/3 of the wall, a white border and red and white block stripes about ½ an inch thick. Is that ok?"

"It sounds terrific Bella," Alice added.

I closed the door so the kids couldn't see them working, put I could hear the sound of tape being ripped and the smell of paint already seeped through the crack under the door.

Then door then opened, inside it was breath-taking, just as I imagined it, but better. There were even fans in there, cooling the paint… they must have snuck those up and came down the stairs without me noticing, at all… they seemed faster than I recalled.

I smiled, "It's so beautiful, how could I ever thank you?"

Rosalie threw me a towel filled with paint, "Eh. I don't charge for sweet things like yourself," she laughed as all the others did too, so did I.

Esme came towards me, without any paint on her, "Bella, I'd love to stay, but today happens to be Carlisle's day off, and we have some things planned. Hey told me to tell you that you're a wonderful mother, which I have no problem saying, because I agree with him as well," she smiled. I hugged her gently as she headed downstairs, saying good bye to Madeline and Mason, I heard the front door open then without a noise, apparently close.

Alice came up to me as well, with Rosalie, and smiled, hugging me. "Bella you know we'd love to stay, but we're going hunting, as you can see… we need to." She laughed.

I laughed, "Well alright, you two have fun; I'll just admire your handy work." They each gave me a distance-filled hug and then left, also saying goodbye to Madeline and Mason.

Madeline and Mason then came up the stairs, 'oohing and awing' the room.

Mason looked up at me, "Mommy how did they finished so fast?"

I shook my head and laugh, "You know Mason, I'm not sure myself…"

All day we watched movies as I hung out in my sweats and t-shirt, and my kids changed back into their pajamas. I made us lunch and snacks, also cooking us dinner. We all headed to bed early, but before I did, I checked the nursery.

The fans were gone, and the furniture was all put in place, just as I wanted it to be, thinking it was Alice, I smiled, then I saw a note on the baby's crib, "Bella" it was addressed on the front.

I opened it, recognizing the unbelievable font of Edward…

Bella, I took the liberty of moving your furniture into how Alice saw it for you. Tell Mason I enjoy the colors. Edward.

I smiled as I put the note in the crib, inside was mattress that had dark red bedding, I looked over at the changing table a note on it, on top were dark red blankets and black blankets, tan blankets also. A note layed on top. There was a red padded seat and a tan pillow in the rocking chair, a note layed on top. The dresser's drawers were open, revealing clothes of every color, every animal, all ages, folded. A note was on the top dresser, which on top layed a dark red, tan, off white and black spelling blocks, spelling 'Swan'. The closet sliding doors were open, revealing all my other clothes I bought, all hanging up. The room was complete; in the corner was a black rocking horse, and a toy box painted dark red, matching the paint. Each section had a little white envelope.

I picked up all the notes, tears were coming down my face.

I didn't remember the order on where each note came from, but I opened them all, each one read a different Cullen family name.

From Jasper. One read, other read different names.

From Alice.

From Rosalie.

From Emmett.

From Esme.

From Carlisle.

From Edward.

Each note, a different name, and I could feel the more tears streaming down my cheeks.

This was unbelievable… it was chaos. This was way too kind… I would have to go visit them and thank them, it was unbelievable… I gasped for breath, trying to recall my name. They really made my day, and the nursery looked exquisite, just like you see pictured in celebrity's babies' nurseries.

I went to bed smiling that night, dreaming of the whole Cullen family…

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I always had the intention to drive over to the Cullens' to thank them, but Christmas approached quickly, Madeline was even in her 1st grade Christmas pageant, which with Mason, we attended, she was dressed as an angel, which suited her perfectly.

Mason and I came in through the side, but it was like everyone knew, everyone turned their heads towards us… all had signs of pity on their faces. Many PTA mothers came towards us; sitting with us in the middle till the show started, and then went up the front row with their husbands. Mason just sat next to me, as we heard all the kids sing.

When the show was finally over, I grabbed Mason's hand, hopefully trying to find Madeline so we could leave, but no success. Instead we were crowded with other business moms that I'd never met, or rarely seen, giving my apologies and asking how I'm doing. I just smiled and answered 'We're trying, but we're doing pretty well'.

I finally spotted Madeline and handed her a red rose which I'd been holding all through the show, she loved it and hugged me as she saw me and Mason.

We hurried out towards the car, and headed back home.

The next few days passed quickly, and then finally it was Christmas Eve. I called Charlie, who happened to be working on Christmas, but was open Christmas Eve, so I invited him over for a home cooked meal.

We ate and exchanged simple gifts, at the kitchen table… I hadn't opted for a tree this year, and no lights were pinned to the house.

I did place a wreath on the door, and outside on the house lights, but as for the 'tis the season'… there was no Christmas season… never the less any sense of spirit.

Charlie headed home earlier as I read the kids a story and then sent them off to bed.

I was exhausted, so I went to bed myself.

I woke up to Madeline and Mason stirring me, trying to wake me up. I quickly shot my eyes open, and smiled.

"Hey Madeline and Mason, Merry Christmas." I carefully and slowly got up, putting on my silk robe and putting my hair into a high bun.

"Mommy, you have to come downstairs… there's a tree!"

I shot around, as I was tying my robe, "A tree…? Madeline, we don't have a tree."

Mason interrupted, "Yea it has bright pretty lights mommy!"

They grabbed my hands as we headed downstairs, in the corner of our small living room was a medium, pine smelling tree. Decorated in streaming white lights and red and gold bulbs. On the top was a star, made of glass, through the white lights, it showered down like millions of diamonds… Underneath were all the gifts, wrapped and addressed to Madeline and Mason. Even one had my name under it.

Madeline and Mason ripped through their gifts, thanking me for every article of clothing.

As they were debating on what to wear today, I silently sat on the couch and opened my little gift.

I read the card, Bella was written in cursive on the front. I opened it slowly.

Bella, I hope you and the kids have a wonderful Christmas. I'm still thinking about you, you must understand. Maybe I will see you soon one day in the future, wherever that lies. Jacob.

PS: I hope you enjoy the tree, Sam came in and fixed it, while Emily decorated… or so I hope they did.

It broke my heart, that letter. I wanted to cry… but this was Christmas.

I tore the letter in two and then with caution proceeded to open the box.

Inside all the tissue paper was an undetailed, but wooden wolf, which looked to be howling. IT was painted black, and looked like an old antique. On the bottom was carved, "To my little girl."

I wanted to cry, but I only smiled. I walked upstairs and placed the black wolf next to all the blankets.

I walked downstairs and sighed… at least my daughter will know her father loved her.

Christmas day flashed by quickly, and the kid's already went back to school. It was as cold as ever in Forks… but nothing reflected upon the unusual.


Author's Note: Wow, what a rush, I've been typing like crazy, I'm not sure how many total chapters there
will be, probably like 25, maybe, give or take. I'm on 20 right now, but chapters are seemingly shorter,
so hopefully you aren't all gasping, like 'ugh, 10 more of these chapters, you've got to be kidding me!'.
Hey, once I'm done, I'll probably post two or more chapters a day, so then it's all out there and open :)
Enjoy, and thanks again.

Till Then, Elizabeth :)