AN: The second half of the day now, it is memory time for Bella. This is a little more back story of Bella's life. Please let me know what you think. And thanks again to everyone out there who takes the time to read this little creation of mine.
Disclaimer: SM owns Twilight. I'm just playing God in the world she created.

Renee.

Mom.

Flighty.

Happy.

Loving.

Gone.

The last word rattled around my mind as I looked at the photograph of a seven year old me and a blonde haired, brown eyed woman who looked to be in her mid-twenties. I knew that this was my mom. This was Renee. We were both smiling at the camera; I was on her back, my chin resting on her shoulder, my arms around her neck. It was a sunny day, but we were clearly still in Forks, I could see my childhood home behind us. I struggled to remember the day it was taken, I wanted to remember, we seemed so happy. But I couldn't drag the memory out of the murky depths of my human memories.

"Where's mom?" I asked an upset Charlie as he picked me up from school at the end of the day, I was eight. His eyes were red and puffy. He'd been crying. He held my hand tighter than usual as we walked to the cruiser. I thought it was strange, I always walked home with mom. She always picked me up. "Daddy?" I frowned as he started the engine.

"We're going to go see mommy sweetheart." Was the only response I got. After a long car ride we stopped in front of a big white building. Hospital. I was confused but I followed my dad through the white corridors which smelled of cleaning products. The smell made my nose itch. We passed lots of nurses and doctors, and some patients who were walking around.

"Daddy?" My voice was small and I clutched his hand tighter.

"It's alright sweetheart." He said stopping in front of a door and kneeling in front of me. "Now, mommy isn't very well so you'll have to be gentle with her. She needs her rest, but she wanted to see you." He said gentle before standing up and opening the door. I peered inside and saw my mom, looking pale, tubes going in and out of her; she looked so vulnerable and small. I stepped softly into the room and crept up beside her, as I climbed onto the chair by her bed and tentatively took her hand in mine, ignoring the needle in her skin, she turned her head to look at me and gave me a weak smile.

"Hey baby girl." Her voice was rough and pained.

"Hi mommy." I whispered.

"How was school?"

"Okay." I shrugged. "We had a spelling test."

"How did you do?"

"I got them all right." I smiled, and a look of pride passed across my parents faces.

"That's my baby." Mom sighed. "Come here." She said, beckoning me onto the bed beside her. I did as I was told, being careful of the tubes and wires as I settled myself on the bed, curling into my mom's side while she ran her fingers through my hair. My eyes drifted closed and I fell asleep.

I woke up as I was being lifted off the bed by strong, rough hands. I whined against been woken for a moment before I remembered where we were and I stretched out for my mom, but she wasn't in my reach. "Sweetheart, you have to go home. Mrs Richardson is going to take you home and look after you until I get back, alright?" I shook my head, twisting in his grasp so my face burrowed in his neck, my arms tight around his neck and my legs gripping his waist. I didn't want to leave. I didn't know what was going on really, but I knew I didn't want to leave.

"Bella." Charlie said, his gruff voice laced with tears. Then he was holding me tighter to him. Hugging me so tightly I could hardly breathe for a moment, but I didn't care. Then all at once I was pulled off him and taken home by our next door neighbour, a nice old lady, but not the woman I wanted bringing me home. I spent the night shut up in my room, refusing to speak or see anyone. I was scared and confused.

We went to the funeral a week later. Charlie had told me a few years later, when I was old enough to understand, that Renee had died of acute myeloid leukaemia (AML), it is an aggressive cancer of the bone marrow. At the hospital they had tried to treat her, but nothing they did had worked. She had died while I had slept beside her which is why Charlie had to send me home. He said she was smiling, and that she'd said she loved me before she fell asleep for the last time. I had grieved and though I'd known there'd always be a part of me missing I had found a way to carry on.

A sob ripped through me as I remembered the pain I had gone through. My knees gave out, but Carlisle had me in his arms before I hit the floor. I turned into his embrace, allowing the tearless sobs to wrack my body. I felt Esme sit beside us, her gentle fingers running through my hair, bringing on a new wave of sobs. I heard everyone leave the room, everyone except Carlisle. He hummed softly too me while rocking me gently, letting me grieve for the 'fresh' loss of my mother. After a while my sobs quietened and I pulled away from Carlisle's chest enough to let me see his face. "I'm so-"

"Don't you dare say you're sorry Isabella." He said softly, understanding written all over his face. "You were close to your mother. You spoke of her all the time when you first came to us." I nodded, sniffing slightly as my crying ended. "She sounds like a wonderful woman, and you're a testament to both of your parents, you are strong, independent, caring and completely selfless. You love people unconditionally for who they really are. They would both be proud of you, in fact I know that Charlie was." He kissed my forehead. "I think you need to go talk to Jasper. You were throwing out a lot of heavy emotions." I squeezed him tightly, whispering my thanks and kissing his cheek before I followed the scent of my mate up to our room.

Jasper was stretched out on the bed, his eyes closed tightly, though they snapped open as I closed the door. "Are you okay Sugar?" He asked softly as I crawled up on the bed beside him, resting my head on his chest.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Today has just been a bit overwhelming that's all." My fingers traced patterns across his stomach over his t-shirt, distracting me for a moment.

"Tell me about her?" I nodded and told him everything I could remember about my biological mother, from her numerous Kitchen Creations, to days spent with her and Charlie on picnics, and finally that day in the hospital and her funeral. He held me close throughout my recollections, asking questions and laughing with me over Renee's penchant for wanting to try new and potentially dangerous hobbies. I felt lighter when we were all talked out, like I had honoured her the same way I had Charlie. I remembered, and would remember for the rest of eternity. They both would live on in me.

We stayed on the bed for a little longer before we decided to join the rest of the family. We apparently needed to discuss the possibility of my gift. I thought this time could be best spent in other ways, many of them involving staying on the bed, though a few of my ideas would require relocating temporarily to the shower, desk or floor. Jasper chuckled quietly from behind me as I changed my clothes, opting for a pair of green plaid pyjama bottoms and a white strap top. "Darlin', you have to stop thinking like that." He warned.

"Why?" I whined softly, pouting as I turned to look at him. He had joined me in the pyjama wearing decision and had donned plain blue pants with a black tight t-shirt.

"Because if you carry on thinking like that then we'll never leave the room." He murmured drawing me to him by my hips.

"That's kind of the idea." I smirked, kissing his neck gently causing him to growl softly.

"Bella." He groaned as one of his thighs shifted between mine. I was winning.

"Oi! The pair of you, down here, now!" Charlotte shouted up the stairs making us both growl before we pulled ourselves apart and headed down the stairs.

"About time." Emmett grumbled, Rose promptly hit him around the back of his head making the other guys of the family chuckle. "Can we talk about Bella being a Bad Ass now?" He whined looking at Carlisle and Edward.

"Well, Peter, Edward and I have discussed what we think the possibilities are." Carlisle now had my full attention. "We think that since Edward is still unable to read Bella's mind that she has basic defensive abilities."

"Basic?" Rose snorted.

"Yes Rosalie. Her mind is protected from mental attacks."

"Well we knew that." Alice said with an eye roll.

"Alice." Esme scolded her softly, allowing Carlisle to continue.

"Yes, well, we also believe that her tendency to be overly observant has carried over enabling her to defend herself physically as well."

"Either that or she was secretly a ninja before she was changed." Peter chuckled, I threw a pillow at him, which he caught with ease.

"So, Dad, you're saying that I have the ability to beat Jasper because I was observant as a human?" He nodded.

"None of what you did involves fighting skills beyond instinct, you won by your ability to pre-empt Jaspers movements and react accordingly. Even Alice and Edward can't do it as well as you because he only reads thoughts, which can lie, and Alice can't see fights based on instincts because no actual decisions are made." It made sense I guess. I simply shrugged, not really caring about the intricacies of my 'gift' for the time being. What I really wanted to be doing was... well, Jasper.

I got my wish a few minutes later. Apparently the lust and desire I was giving off was overwhelming Jasper who then started projecting, affecting everybody in the room. That was how I found myself underneath a black eyed Jasper as he swiftly thrust into me, making me scream out in pleasure. "Is this what you wanted Darlin'?" He growled in my ear as he nipped at my earlobe.

"One of the things I wanted." I breathed out, biting his shoulder lightly as he pounded into me, unrelenting. It didn't take long for us both to fall over the edge, but we weren't done yet. He pulled out of me, causing me to groan in objection just before his fingers started swirling around my clit, he wasn't applying quite enough pleasure to quell my need for friction, just enough to cause my stomach to tighten and wetness to pool between my legs.

"I have plans for you Sugar." He smiled down at me menacingly and I tried to rub my thighs together but his free hand prevented me. "No. You won't come again until I say so, understand?" The command in his voice was clear.

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, Major." He smirked and we were off again, we only stopped after the sun hit my skin as we lay sprawled on the rug in our room, my skin sparkling in the early light. We had been busy, there were no tiles left in the shower, our bed frame had snapped at some point and most of our possessions had been dragged to the floor and were in disarray around us. I couldn't help but giggle as I looked at the devastation around us.

"Wow. We got carried away." I laughed. He hummed in approval before sheathing himself inside me again, this time however we were making love, our fucking had been fierce and demanding but this was gentle and kind, filled with affection as I whispered words of love to him and in turn he cocooned us in his love for me. We silently reached our climax and separated, no words needed to be said between us as we lay in the destruction our need to express our love had created. I never wanted to move from this spot.

"Thanks Bella!" Emmett yelled through the house making me growl at the realisation that we couldn't stay there forever. I had to decapitate my brother at least. I pulled on sweats and a t-shirt and flew out of the room, my movement followed by Jasper's chuckle and warning to Emmett.