Nessie's POV

All I have to say is thank God it was Friday! After the week and night I had I was ready for a weekend.

I had got up a little earlier in hopes of catching Damon before he left for the gym and school, but he was already gone. I sighed when I saw his car keys gone. He apparently knew that I would try and talk to him that morning because he never left, or was even awake and five-thirty in the morning.

So I decided to make breakfast for the family to get things off of my mind. Thirty minutes later I was done, and my head was still clouded with thoughts.

"Piper! Wyatt!" I called up the stairs to my twins.

"Yeah?" they called back to me. I laughed. I knew they would be together, they always were.

"Breakfast!" I yelled.

As I waited for them to come down to the kitchen I started making plates for everyone. By the time I was done setting the table Wyatt and Piper were down stairs, Piper was over Wyatt's shoulder. Piper was kicking and screaming for Wyatt to put her down. And when he did they just laughed together.

"Morning Momma," Wyatt said in a Mexican accent and kissing my cheek.

"Yeah morning Mom," Piper said with a smile giving me a hug.

"Morning Babies," I said cheerfully. I always called my kids my Babies, it always came natural.

As they sat down to begin eating I realized that we were missing some people at the table.

"Where's your Dad and Michelle?" I asked them.

I hadn't seen Jacob or my youngest daughter all morning.

"I'm not sure," Wyatt said with a full mouth of food while Piper shrugged.

"Hmmm," I said making my way to the stair case that led to the down stairs garage. "Jacob?"

"Right here," he said coming up behind me. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my head. "What's up babe?"

"Breakfast is ready," I said absently.

Jacob turned to walk into the kitchen, apparently mesmerized by the idea of food.

"Oh," I said grabbing his arm.

"Yeah?"

"Have you seen Michelle?"

"I think she's in our room," Jacob said. "Do you want me to go get her?"

"No," I shook my head and kissed him quickly. "You go eat. I'll get her."

"Alright honey," he said smiling, and then hurrying into the kitchen.

I turned to climb the stairs to go and get my five year old ready for breakfast.

When I walked into my and Jacob's bedroom I saw Michelle sitting at my vanity looking at herself in the mirror. She was touching her bronze colored hair that fell in ringlets around her tiny shoulders. Then she touched the skin around her green eyes. She looked a lot like me when I was little, minus the green eyes which she got from my father, Edward.

I walked up behind her and smiled.

"What are you doing sweetheart?" I asked her.

Michelle looked up at me and frowned.

"Mommy I don't look like Daddy," she said.

I laughed softly to myself. "Oh honey," I said, kneeling down next to her. "What do you have their?" I asked her.

In her hands she had what looked like a picture. When she handed me the picture I saw that it was a picture of me and Jacob when I was Michelle's size. She really did look like me.

"That's me?" she asked me, pointing at me in the picture.

"No baby that's Mommy," I told her.

"Daddy," she said pointing at Jacob. It wasn't a question, but a statement.

"Yeah that's Daddy," I said smiling.

Michelle put the picture back on the vanity, and then looked at me.

"Why don't l look like Daddy?" she asked me with wide eyes.

The amount of seriousness in her voice made me giggle. For a five year old, Michelle was extremely mature for her age and smart. All of my kids were mature for their actual ages. Growing up, I had grown mentally and physically fast. I has always looked and acted older than my actual age. The same went for my children; it just didn't happen as fast. They all were about two to three years younger that their physical appearance. Making Damon about twelve, the twins eleven, and Michelle about one.

"Well honey," I started. I had to think about how to word this right. "It's because you just ended up looking like Mommy."

Again she frowned.

"But I want to look like Daddy," she said.

That stung a bit, but I quickly recovered. I knew that Michelle was Jacob's little princess. She has always loved her Daddy more than anything so I didn't let it bother me much.

I knew she would like me better one day anyway… when she was a teenager and Daddy was 'unfair'. I smirked to myself.

"Well why baby?" I asked her.

"Well Damon, Piper, and Wyatt look like Daddy. I want to look like Daddy too," she explained.

I laughed and picked her up to carry her to my bed.

"But you're perfect just the way you are," I told her as I sat down with her in my arms.

"Nu uh," she murmured.

"Oh yes huh," I said smiling. "You're special in a way that your brothers and sister aren't."

"Really?" she asked me, trying to hide her smile, her green eyes sparkling.

"Of course!"

"How?"

"Well think about it," I said. "They all look like Daddy, but you are the only one to be as pretty as Mommy."

She gasped and smiled wide.

"Really Mommy? Am I really as pretty as you?" she asked excitedly.

"Oh no," I said shaking my head. Michelle's face fell a bit. "You're even more beautiful!"

Again her eyes lit up.

"No way!" she squealed.

"Yes way," I said smiling.

I started tickling her sides and she rolled around laughing and screaming.

"Ready for some breakfast munchkin?" I asked her, scooping her up in my arms.

"Yeah!" she smiled, wrapping her arms around my neck. Sometimes I just couldn't get over how perfectly she fit in my arms.

"Alright," I said carrying her down the stairs.

When we reached the kitchen I sat her down in her chair next to Piper and Jacob and went to get her plate.

After everyone had their food, I sat down to eat. As I looked around at my smiling family enjoying their breakfast, I smiled inwardly. To me, this was what life was really about. Family, joy, and love. I was beaming looking at my family's faces… then I got to Damon's empty chair and my mood fell along with my smile. I missed my Baby Boy…