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Chapter Three

A Warm Welcome

The last time I was in Forks, Washington was for a week last Christmas, spending the week before the holiday with Charlie then fly out on Christmas day to spend the rest of the holiday with Renee. Forks, Washington was the rainiest little city in the entire country and probably a city were everybody is in somebody else's business, i.e. they'll find out about me as soon as I step off the plane and arrive at Charlie small, run down house in the forest.

Renee spent a couple hundreds of dollars on buying maternity winter clothes, where the parka could fit over me and my stomach that was soon-to-be large as a pumpkin, and packed them in three huge suitcases and a small one for personal things like my tooth brush, medication and vitamins, etc.

"You promise to call me once you get there," Renee demanded of me before I boarded the plane to Seattle. "And don't you forget ok."

"I will momma," I said, rolling my eyes and handed my ticket to gate attendant.

She smiled at me before looking down at the ticket to run it through. "How far along are you?" she asked me as the reader spit my ticket out as if paper disgusted it.

"She is a seventeen weeks along," I said, rubbing my stomach, the little girl kicking my hand.

"I bet the daddy is might proud," she said.

I felt the tears come at the thought of my baby fatherless and the evil horrible bustard finally in jail with his stupid crew he had with him that night. Each one of them could rot in that jail then rot in hell for all I cared.

"There is no father," I said harshly and walked down the ramp to the metal bird called a plane.

Charlie, Renee, and Phil, mom's newest guy, all chipped in—the guys more than Renee—to buy me a first class seat. It was more comfortable and the stewardess came back numerous times to make sure I was okay. I feel asleep half-way through the flight and the stewardess tucked a red throw blanket around me. When I woke up, hungry oddly for fried green beans and a pickle smooth, the stewardess brought me a salad, they didn't have the fried green beans and the pickle smooth on the flight so the salad with grilled chicken had to do.

The flight from Seattle to Port Angeles was smaller along with the number of seats. When the plane touched down in the tiny airport, it wasn't Charlie who was waiting for me. Instead, a huge cardboard sign with the words "ISABELLA M. SWAN" were printed boldly in a red ink and sparkled with glitter around the edges. A girl held the sign high, standing on her toes every so many seconds to make it higher.

"Is that her?" she asked, turning her head towards the girl next to her who was not only a few inches taller but different in dress and looks than the other girl.

"She is the only one who looks pregnant, Alice," she said in a slight French accent.

The girl squealed as I walked slowly towards them, the grounds crew unloading the bags from the cargo haul. The shorter of the two, the girl with the sign, looked about my age or a year older. She looked about 5'3"…5'4"…she looked like a little mythical creature with her short pixyish hair cut from her black hair. She was dressed in black jeans, dark forest green cashmere off the shoulders sweater, and white ballet flats. The other woman was five inches taller than I was with her animal printed pumps, her blonde hair in luscious curls, and her eyes hidden behind dark wine Chanel glasses that matched her business suit. A white leather Prada bag gracefully hung from her arm.

"You must be Bella," the shorter of the two said, smiling.

"Hi," I said, unsure of whom they were and what they would want from me.

"Hi, my name is Alice Cullen and this is my older sister, Rosalie," she said, waving a hand to her sister. "We've heard so much about you."

That didn't sound promising when it hit me. Cullen? "Wait, Cullen…as in Dr. Cullen?" I said, leaning forward, my finger pointing at Alice.

She smiled and nodded. "He's our father—"

"We're adopted," Rosalie said, cutting in, looking over my head.

Alice rolled her eyes and looked back at me.

"Charlie got held up at the station, "training a newbie" was what he called it," Alice said, waving the sign around causing me and Rosalie to lean out of the way. "So he called our dad who called us to see if we could come and pick you up because he's doing is weekly rounds at the County Hospital. So here we are with your little baby girl." She leaned forward and rubbed my belly and laughed as the little kid in there kicked her.

"Come on," Alice said, taking hold of my hand. "Let's get your bags and head back to our place, Charlie will meet us there."

Alice took the two largest bags while Rosalie took the third last suitcase leaving me with the personal bag off my shoulders. Alice chatted gaily (the happy gay stupid!) about something that I couldn't quite catch as she literally skipped ahead towards a Silver Volvo.

"It's our brothers," Rosalie said, beeping the doors. "He helps dad from time to time. He just finished med school and all. (A/N I making Edward at least six years older than Bella) So he rode with Dad leaving us his car."

"We didn't think it would be okay if you got whiplashes by your hair," Alice said, cramming my suitcases into the trunk. "OH, COME ON! Finally!" She slammed the trunk closed and walked to the around to the backseat passenger door and held it open. "It's was easy considering all the bags we had to cram in there after we shop."

I raised one eyebrow and took my seat in the back. Alice closed the door and took her seat in the front. Rosalie took the drivers seat and checked her makeup in the rearview mirror.

"You guys don't…look like sisters," I said, noting a blonde hair, blue eyes and the black hair, light green eyes, along with other differences.

Alice giggled. "We're all adopted," she said, turned towards Rosalie so that she could look over the shoulder of her seat and at me. "All five of us were adopted short after Carlisle married Esme, she is our mother, and you'll just love her. Anyways, Edward was adopted first, you know, being that babies were the easiest to adopt and all." Her words brought me to think of my baby and how Renee seriously wanted to give up my baby. "Then Jasper and I were adopted. Jasper was six and I was four, Edward was four and half as he likes to remind me. Emmett was adopted four years later when he was twelve and then Rosalie, about two years later, when she was thirteen. So when Rosalie was adopted…let me think….Rosalie was 13, Emmet was 14, Jasper was 12, I was 10, and Edward was 11…right Rose?"

"You're right," she said, staring straight ahead as the landscaping speed past us.

"Whew," Alice said, look back at me. "We moved here to Forks two years after Rosalie came to us and we've been her since."

"So…how old are you now?" I asked, trying to picture everything as it had happened.

"I'm 24," she said, smiling. "Edward just turned 25, Jasper is 26, Emmett 28, and Rose is 27 and married with a baby."

"Congrats," I said, looking at the blonde now.

She smiled at me for the first time, her smile warm. "A little girl, Angelina Cullen, she's six months."

"You…you look good for just having a baby," I said, noting her slim waist.

She laughed. "Well Emmett did have some contribution to that," she said, raising her head. "He is hornier than a dog in heat. Personally I think he just wants another baby, a boy this time. Remember, Alice how hot he thought I was when I as big as house?"

Alice gagged. "Of course," she said, rolling her eyes towards me. "Lord knows if he wasn't married to Rosalie here he might have been hanging onto your very arm and kissing your tummy."

I blushed red and Rosalie laughed.

"No worries," Rosalie said, her glasses slipping slightly down her nose so that I saw her blue eyes, smiling.

"By the way," Alice said, looking back at me. "Welcome to Forks."

If pregnancy were a book they would cut the last two chapters. — Nora Ephron

Okay my bossy is a big anal meanie! He made my mommy cry! And only I can do it—mostly because I leaving for university in two weeks, it wasn't if I want her to cry. And he made my mommy chained to the desk till she finished something meaning we're the only one here. Let's all boo and hiss at him. BOO! XP

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