I woke up to someone groaning beside me. "What is that?" he grumbled out. I lifted an eyelid open and found it was the sun. Chuckling, I rolled over and kissed his cheek. "That is the sun."

"You're kidding me," he groaned out tiredly. I let out another laugh. "A lot different than Forks and La Push huh?"

"So different," he mumbled bringing me to snuggle with him.

"Can you turn it off?" he wondered as he was drifting back to sleep. I held my lips together so I wouldn't start bursting out laughing. "Let me see what I can do."

Sliding out of bed, his arm went searching. "No," he whined. "Where are you going?"

"To shut off the sun," I laughed. Giving him another kiss on the cheek, I walked over to the window and pulled the drapes together.

"Better?" I wondered climbing back in. "So much," he mumbled hugging me again.

I lay against the headboard with a pencil and pad of paper in my hands as Sam slept. Every now and then I would glance over to watch him and smile. He really was the center of my world.

I finished my next song. Peering over at Sam, I still found him still sleeping. So I bent over, sliding the guitar I found when I first came here out from under the bed. Strumming it lightly, I began playing with some chords. As I came up with some sounds, I softly began singing.

("I Won't Give Up" by Jason Mraz)

When I look into your eyes
It's like watching the night sky
Or a beautiful sunrise
There's so much they hold
And just like them old stars
I see that you've come so far
To be right where you are
How old is your soul?

I won't give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I'm giving you all my love
I'm still looking up

And when you're needing your space
To do some navigating
I'll be here patiently waiting
To see what you find

'Cause even the stars they burn
Some even fall to the earth
We've got a lot to learn
God knows we're worth it-No, I won't give up

I don't wanna be someone who walks away so easily
I'm here to stay and make the difference that I can make
Our differences they do a lot to teach us how to use
The tools and gifts we got yeah, we got a lot at stake
And in the end, you're still my friend at least we did intend
For us to work we didn't break, we didn't burn
We had to learn how to bend without the world caving in
I had to learn what I've got, and what I'm not
And who I am

I won't give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I'm giving you all my love
I'm still looking up
Still looking up.

I won't give up on us (no I'm not giving up)
God knows I'm tough enough (I am tough, I am loved)
We've got a lot to learn (we're alive, we are loved)
God knows we're worth it (and we're worth it)

I won't give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I'm giving you all my love
I'm still looking up

"That sounds amazing," Sam said as he moved to kiss my shoulder. "Hey, you're awake," I smiled back. Setting my guitar down, I turned to kiss him.

"You're still song writing," he said to me, sounding more like a statement than anything.

"I am," I smiled. "They are good. Really good," he commented.

"You haven't heard all of them yet. I've only played this one, and it didn't mean to be in front of you," I joked as I nudged him.

"I heard a part of the one you played at the Cullen's. And I read the one titled 'So Yesterday'. That was about me right?" he asked. I blushed a bit.

"Okay so you've heard one and a half."

"I also heard you singing when you were packing."

I blushed. "Okay, that's two and a half."

"I also heard the song you sang when you hung out with Embry."

"How?" I questioned stunned. When I sang in front of Embry that was probably the rawest thing I had ever done. Not only was I without any instrument, but that song was kind of close to my heart.

"He was thinking about it when he was phased with Seth, who told him about it and then passed the memory along to Paul. Then Paul was thinking it when he phased with Quil, who was out on patrol when I came to see you that one night."

"Oh," I blushed. "Gosh, I really hate your werewolf abilities sometimes," I mumbled to him. He let out a laugh and kissed my head. "You sounded beautiful."

"That's not the point," I blushed. "But thank you." Eventually we made it downstairs for breakfast. Aunt Betty had everything set out for us, already down doing work at the ranch. We made our plates and ate across from each other. It was odd not having a lot to talk about. I felt like I got out everything I needed to say. Somehow we found the topic of the pack, which then led us to talking about Sam's departure time.

"I should probably leave soon," he said as we sat on the couch together. "You don't even know the flight times yet," I complained. He pulled out a piece of paper that had the departure times.

"All I have to do is show up to the airport."

"Great," I huffed.

He raised an eyebrow me. "It shouldn't be too big of a deal, you said you were coming home in a few days."

"I am," I confirmed before he worried. "I just... I don't know. I liked having you company. Leaving after lunch is really soon. I wasn't expecting it."

"Well if it's any help…I'm here right now."

I let out a laugh and snuggled closer to him, "yea, it does."

He caressed my hair for a while, sometimes twirling it around with his fingers. "You think I can call you when I get back?"

"You better," I claimed, wrapping my arm around his stomach. "I'm gunna miss you- even though it's for a few days," I whispered sadly to him.

"I know," he sighed. "I'm going to miss you too."

"You sure you don't want to stay longer?" I asked. "I mean, its not like you have to pack or anything. You didn't bring anything."

"That's because it was barely a 24 hour trip," he told me kissing my nose. "And yes, I have to get home. I need to shower, put on some new clothes, and," he sighed, "I have work tomorrow."

"You didn't take the day off?" I questioned. Wasn't he going to be exhausted?

"No, I forgot to call off when I got here so I will go in late."

"Ekk," I said pulling a face. "Have fun with that."

He gave me a face, which I quickly kissed away, giggling in the process.

Sam left when he said he would. He called for a taxi right after we had lunch. I gave him a long deep kiss telling him to text me when he got back to La Push so I knew he had made it okay. He gave me his promise and kissed me one last time before getting in the cab.

The rest of the time spent at the ranch felt pointless without Sam. I could feel that constant ache in my heart and I knew it was the imprint. I tried to brush it off or call him every once in a while, but it was still a bother.

When I woke up the next morning, just days after Sam had left, I put hand to my chest, rubbing it. How long was I going to be able to take this? Rolling out of bed, I got dressed and headed downstairs for breakfast. Aunt Betty had the table all set up. There were pink, orange and white gerbera daisies in a vase in the middle of the table, plates full of food, and a 'happy birthday' ribbon, which pageant people wore.

"Well good morning!" My aunt cheered with a party hat on her head. "Happy birthday."

"Thanks," I said blushing a bit. "This look amazing," I told her, pointing to the table.

"Well I wanted to do something special for the birthday girl," she smiled as she set some orange juice in front of me.

"You didn't have to," I said thanking her for the glass.

"Its your special day! You are 20."

"I am," I said feeling a bit odd. 20 seemed so…much more like an adult age now.

As she sat down with me, eating her own plate, we discussed when I was going home and what I wanted to do today. It was funny how I forgot my birthday. With everything that happened, it just slipped my mind.

"So how are you going to enjoy your day?" Aunt Betty asked as she cleaned up our plates. I stood up to help her but she just repeated 'no I got it,' and had me sit back down.

"I don't know. It might just be a regular day. Maybe I will take Shep out one last time before I leave tomorrow."

She nodded. "That sounds good. Make sure you call your father and give him a heads up you are coming back tomorrow."

"Right," I smiled. I was excited to see him. Giving my aunt a kiss on the cheek, I raced upstairs to get my phone. Calling the Forks police station, I waited for them to hand the phone to Charlie.

"Bells?" he called.

"Hey dad," I smiled.

"Did you need something? Is everything okay?" he wondered with worry.

"I'm great," I sparkled. "I just wanted to let you know I was going to come home tomorrow. Is that okay?"

"Sure," he said with happiness. We talked a little bit more on how I was doing, what was going on at home and work, and then he wished me a happy birthday.

"Thanks dad," I smiled over the phone. It was nice to know he wouldn't forget the day. There was some shuffling in the background and his voice came back over the phone. "I have to go Bells. See you tomorrow okay?"

"Sounds good dad. Be careful, I love you."

"Love you too," he chuckled and then hung up the phone. After that, I called Jake, praying he wouldn't remember my birthday. It wasn't that I didn't like the day I was born, because I did. I was one of those people who loved waking up on their birthday, finding it added a bounce to my step. It was just, with Jake, he was overly excited. Not only would he be belting out the happy birthday song at the top of his lungs, but he would be sure to equipped me with all of those silly things like a crown, a sash (like what my aunt gave me, except with some bigger and bolder words that said happy birthday) a button, a shirt (which he found at some store that said 'today is my birthday, say happy birthday to me- most embarrassing shirt ever), balloons, and even a bouquet of flowers. For some reason he found my birthday to be the best time of the year to embarrass me.

"Hello?" a voice asked.

"Hey Jake," I smiled.

"Bells!" he shouted in happiness. "Happy Birthday!"

From there he started singing out the happy birthday song, and it led me to a fit of giggles. He could be so corny sometimes (and I secretly loved that).

"Thank you," I smiled.

"Please tell me you brought your birthday shirt with you," he said.

"No," I laughed, "Sorry. But I do have a sash from my aunt. I kind of feel like im in a beauty pageant."

"Good," he chirped. "At least you have something on."

"Yea yea," I joked. "So I am coming back tomorrow, you okay with that?"

"For real? Tomorrow? That's awesome. I will be at your house," he laughed.

"Sounds good," I chuckled. We talked some more. I had to keep steering him away from my birthday topic. He was on the verge of bellowing out the happy birthday song again.

"Aw crap Bells. I have to go on patrol. Can we talk later?" he wondered.

"Well I will just see you tomorrow," I bargained. He let out a huff but gave his okay. With that, we said our goodbyes and hung up. I was just about to call Sam when Bingo started barking and my aunt started yelling. Sliding off my bed, I sent Sam a quick text saying 'be home tomorrow ;)' and closed my phone. Racing outside, I found Bingo barking at the chickens, running after them.

My aunt stood at the entrance at the field with concern on her face.

"The chickens got loose somehow and Bingo went chasing after them. I cant get him back," she said. Putting a hand on her shoulder, I brought her some comfort. Another bark sounded through the field and I rolled my eyes. Sticking two fingers in my mouth, I let out a loud whistle and called for the dog.

Immediately he came running for me, jumping up on me.

"Hey boy," I cooed as I scratched the top of his head.

"I don't know how you do that," my aunt said impressed as she walked away. I let out a loud laugh and went to grab a tennis ball to play with Bingo.

After hours of playing fetch, I told Bingo he would have to find someone else. My arm was killing me. Trotting off, I went to go visit Shep.

"Hey my favorite animal on the farm," I joked to the horse. "Ready to go stretch your legs."

He let out a horse like huff and I unlocked his pen. Putting a saddle on him, I jumped, swinging a leg over him, and commanded him to go. We went around the track, jumped the fence and galloped through the fields. The sun was just starting to set when I got back with him. After getting him settled back in, I went skipping up the steps to the house.

"Just in time," Aunt Betty smiled.

"Another birthday meal?" I questioned at the now decorated kitchen.

"I thought the place needed some more decorations," she teased. I shook my head, admiring how special she was trying to make my birthday.

"This all looks amazing," I said glancing at everything that was on the table. There were bowls of fruit and vegetable salad, bread, and fancy drinks.

Setting down the chicken dish, my stomach growled. It looked delicious.

"Dig in," she commanded as she put the oven mitts away. As we ate, we talked about what went on during our days. She laughed when I told her about Bingo.

"That dog is crazy," I told her. She let out another laugh. Suddenly Bingo came trotting over and hopped up on my lap, taking the rest of my chicken from my plate.

"Hey!" I called to the dog. He was trotting off back to the living room. My aunt let out another laugh, practically in tears.

"Serves you right for talking about the poor dog like that."

"It was the truth," I grumbled now picking at my salad. When it got late, I told my aunt I would be upstairs packing.

"Movie is in ten!" she called. I shouted an okay, rushing to get my things together. Exactly ten minutes later, she called me back down.

We sat on the living room couch together and watched some action movie. See, that's what was great about my aunt. She was more like me than I thought; yet she had her own style, opinion and life.

Bingo and I fell asleep during about half the movie. When it was over, my aunt got up, bringing over a blanket, covering me with it softly. She gave me a kiss to the head and shut off the lights, letting dream a peaceful sleep.

And that was my last night. A perfect ending to my story.

A/N: The end? Let me know!