Feralness is-me, is a great beta, she holds my hand and blubbers over this story, and I heart her to bits!

Seems the in thing to do is mention the obvious - I don't own Twilight, unless you count the three copys in my personal library?

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The flight home is long, the seats more than a little uncomfortable. We splurged on the holiday to Mauritius, so economy flights were the only way we were getting home.

It was worth it.

Coming back home to grey skies, rain, and fog didn't seem like an omen to me. It was a fact of life; in Forks, it rained.

My skin was kissed a beautiful bronze, my hair still smelled slightly of coconut oil; it was pulled back in a bunch of tight little braids—something I'd wanted to have done for a long time. And even though the flight was long and I probably stunk to high heaven, I felt beautiful.

Back in Forks, a new house awaited us. While we were gone, our friends had plastered it in a fresh coat of paint, disposed of all the old furniture, and installed all of the lovely new appliances that Jake and I had been gifted on our wedding day.

My new kitchen sparkled; I was officially in love.

The weeks were a whirlwind of dinners and parties; held by our friends and families welcoming us home and into our new lives. In all of the excitement, it was easy to shove away the more gloomy thoughts that often ran rampant in my mind. My whole being was focused on Jacob and the future we were steadily building.

As our lives settled back in to a semblance of normalcy, I began to feel a yearning deep inside of me. Part of my being felt empty; a large piece of my heart, vacant.

I did what most new wives do; I went to my husband and told him I wanted to start trying for a baby.

Surely, the rip I felt in my soul would be healed with a gurgling little bundle of joy.

"Really, Bella? Are you sure? I mean, don't you want to have some time to just—you know—enjoy this?"

Not the answer I was hoping for, but really, I should have expected it. Jacob has about as much common sense as a salamander when it comes to feelings.

He is a loving guy, for sure—so long as no one is looking, that is.

"I think it's probably a good idea if we start small, you know, like a puppy. I'd say a plant, but we both know you won't look after it, and I'll be left doing all the work."

I sigh; it is common knowledge that I, Bella Swan, am the laziest person on the planet, completely incapable of looking after anything or anyone.

But it isn't worth fighting with him over it, so with a fake smile, I reply in my sweetest voice, "Sure, Jake. Whatever you think."

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