A/N Reviews, please.

Chin resting on my ankles, my eyes were glued to my television.

Sometimes, it dawned on me as to why I loved this show so much. Just like my mom couldnt fathom it, I couldnt either.

This particular episode was a bit touchy for me though.

Patrick was an outcast because all his friends had a nose but in my opinion he shouldve been happy he was nose-less.

What I would give to not have a nose. Or this one at least.

It was so huge and pudgy, and just sat there on my face like a pig in mud.

My mom constantly told me I was beautiful but I never believed her. Jacob had the same nose yet for some reason whenever we're in public, women and even some teenagers looked at him the same way my mom did. Like they loved him. As if he were the most handsomest man they had ever seen. As if they were hypnotized.

Why didnt anyone look at me like that?

The only person that ever looked at me as if they loved me was Mommy, Daddy, Uncle Seth, Uncle Paul, Cousin Emily, Uncle Brady, Uncle Jared-

But then again, they were my family. They had to look at me that way.

Boys from school rarely looked at me that way. Priscilla was always telling them to ignore me. I never did anything to her and she treats me like Im an outsider. Like there's something wrong with me. I think three out of the ten boys that were in my first grade class actually talked to me and didnt listen to Priscilla.
All the girls however had the personality and common sense of a brick and followed Priscilla around as if she were some kind of special child sent from the heavens, delivered by God himself.

I really didnt want this summer to end.

I was excited for second grade and turning seven in December but I did not want to go back to that stupid school. So what if they were teaching me how to read? Everyone there is mean, even the teachers who really dont care if you're being picked on.

I sighed.

My mommy is so pretty. She had such pretty eyes and long hair. Jacob tells me how much we look alike but I think he was just being nice.

Out of curiousity and wonder, I hopped off my new bed and skipped down the hallway. I stopped at the top of the stairs for a second and listened downstairs to make sure my Uncle Seth was either asleep or distracted. (My parents were out to spend some time alone so he was babysitting till they came back.)

When I heard his booming snore, I tiptoed into my parents room, shutting the door lightly behind me. The floor creaked a little but I made it to the bathroom without waking up Uncle Seth.

Their bathroom had two sides. One for Daddy and the other for Mommy.

I turned the light on and the first thing I did was go through Mommy's makeup bag. There were so many things like lipstick and blush that made Mommy as pretty as she was.

I grabbed the first tube I saw and looked at my ugly reflection in the mirror. I frowned but then grinned a little. I undid the top and pressed the color on my lips just like I saw Mommy did some mornings.

By accident, it ran onto my cheek. Panicking, I grabbed as much tissue as my hand could hold and wiped the lipstick off my cheek. I re-did it and it looked kind of better.

I popped my lips and it echoed.

Smiling again, I put the lipstick back.

My reflection barely changed but at least there was some beauty looking back at me.

Jacob's POV

"Ready?" my whisper was low and she squeezed my hand as she focused her attention straight forward. Her lip quivered and her hand moistened.

"Yeah," she exhaled and removed a lock of hair from out of her face. I unlocked the car door and she immediately climbed out. I locked the Rabbit and she leaned on the hood.

"You positive you wanna do this?" I asked. Her stomach was bulging out by the slightest and her expression was so tired. She was scared. It was written all over her face.

"Uh, huh."

Our hands reconnected and I walked her through the path I had memorized from six years of constant visiting.

The grass was faux to create an acceptable scenery for the dim colored graves all around. I had remembered every name on each stone cus I had walked through here so often. There were mostly people from Forks lying here, enjoying their eternal slumber.

Walking through a graveyard wasnt that creepy for me as it was for Leah. She jumped at a crow landing on a grave and gripped my hand tighter.

"Dont worry. Nothing's gonna get you," I crooned to her and she was right on my heels.

"How often did you come here? Ya know, when I was, um-buried?" She scoffed at the thought. It seemed ridiculous.

"Almost every week. I couldnt accept the truth so I just came here. It never really set in but I still cried as much at night."

She nodded her head to show she understood. "I cried, too," she sniffled. "But I guess that's my own fault," she mumbled under her breath.

My thumb caressed against her hand lightly and we took a few more steps, scrunching over some old leaves.

"Scared?"

She rolled her eyes. "Nervous is more a appropriate word to use. Im not scared of seeing my grave."

Harold Clearwater, the stone read.

We were close.

Leah stopped for a second to read what was engraved on her dad's stone. She knelt before it, her eyes watering but with a smile planted so broad and pretty.

"Daddy," she sing-song lowly under her breath and dug her knees deeper into the ground. The flowers had died and lost color but somehow they still added a special kind of happiness to the grave's appearance. It showed that some sort of life was still held inside of the casket below it.

"Wow. How long has it been?" she asked, her eyes not tearing away from her father's last resting.

I thought for a second. "About six or seven years."

She nodded and kind of rubbed the stone, feelings it cold and rough, sharp feel. "I must be close by."

I lifted her off the ground but she concentrated on the ground, staring at the dead flowers.

We did an awkward shuffle over, two graves down and that's where Leah really got emotional. Her hazel eyes read over the plaque.

Leah Clearwater

1986-2011

Loved daughter, sister and girlfriend

Gone too soon but forever in our hearts

She covered her mouth, her engagement ring's shine glinting off the sun. A meek whimper echoed from her mouth and I knelt down with her. There were five, maroon, crunchy, dry and old roses lay neatly side by side, in a neat row. I had put them all there, but now they were way passed their prime. Five for every anniversary for Leah's disappearance. Every year on the eve of Leah's disappearance, Id come here with a rose, fresh from Sue's garden. I'd place it right on the ground and say a little prayer for Sue and Seth, hoping they were safe and hoped they had some peace in the wake of Leah's "death."

She sniffled and squeezed my hand when I offered it to her.

"I told them to add the 'girlfriend' part. You werent just a daughter and a sister. You were my true love and when we thought you were gone, we just-"

I stopped myself before the waterworks kicked in. Leah was expected to cry but if I did it just showed weakness.

"What did the pack say? At the funeral?" The wind picked up and whipped her ponytail around. She sat Indian style on her grave and continued to speak. "Did you give me a eulogy and stuff?"

My cheeks burned. "I actually didnt go."

Her eyelashes fluttered as the wind picked up. "Why?"

I shrugged. "Too painful. I hadnt accepted the fact you were dead so I didnt see the point. Im not sure who said what but I know Seth went and he told me that the pack described you as aggressive, abrasive, assertive, judgemental, bitter-"

She rolled her eyes and then shut them tight. "Figures."

"Im not finished. They also said you were beautiful."

"Really?" Her voice peaked to it's highest point in total admiration for herself. Mainly I called Leah beautiful so hearing it from from someone else-especially from the pack-made a sparkle in her pastel eyes.

"Am I really?"

Settling my pupils directly into hers, I spoke with true words. "Would you believe me if I told you you're the most beautiful women Ive met in my entire life and no matter how big this baby makes you, I'll still be hot for you?"

Like an anime character, her cheeks reached a level of red that was cute and unrealistic at the same time.

"Really?"

I scooted closer. "Well yeah. Lee, you're the most gorgeous and wonderful creature Ive ever laid eyes on. Leah when we're together-"

I couldnt even finish but she was paying good attention. Her fingers laced through my hair but then she turned her head to look back at her grave.

"Im so sorry," she whispered under the wind as it picked up.

"Dont be. Im fine now," Our noses nudged together and played around till our lips pressed against each other's.

The ring rubbed against my finger and I lifted her pregnant body from off the grave. Before I could even think to go anywhere, she was dragging me along to the exiting gate.

"Where we going now?"

She sighed and she flicked a random tear off of her face. "We're gonna go see Sue."

"Why?"

She winked at me. I took that wink as a good sign so I stopped asking question.

Sue's POV

I absolutely loved getting visits from Leah and Jacob.

Ever since her return, things got normal again.

For the passed six years, It's always been just Jacob stopping by either to accompany Seth or to help out with housework.

Lately they both came bringing along my lovely granddaughter who I have to teach a thing or two about attitude and when it's necessary. She was sweet, though.

So you can imagine my delight when I saw Jacob's Rabbit pull up as I peeked through the kitchen window. Being as old as I was, I considered it a blessing that my son decided to stick around and my daughter and my (hopefully) potential son-in-law still come over without being begged to.

Within seconds, the front door had opened and Jacob-I look at him like he's a son of my own- strolled in with my young daughter on his arm. They looked undeniably content with each other with their faces just set like cartoons with their broad smiles and pink cheeks. Reminded me of me and Harry when we first started dating.

"Hi, mommy," she sang and tapped her pocket deep fists against her stomach. She jumped onto the bar stool, causing it to wobble but caught herself. "How ya doing?" Her voice was high with excitement.

She had a secret. They both did.

I could tell. She had that glint in her eye. The same glint she had when she was a teenager and she was hiding something from me or Harry.

There was news.

Jacob rounded the bar and put his arm around my shoulder and kissed my cheek, sloppily. "Hey, Mama Clearwater."

I raised my brow. Something was up.

"Im good," I said slowly and pinched Jacob's side and he cringe from the tickle.

"Well that's good!" Leah cheered and Jacob nodded along with her, squeezing me with happiness.

"What's up with you guys, huh?" I asked them, getting slightly impatient with their cute charade of puppy left my side to get some juice from the fridge while Leah bounced recklessly on the unstable bar stool.

"Oh, ya know..." she sighed nonchalantly and removed her left arm from her pocket and rested her chin on it her hand, batting her long lashes at me.

Immediately seeing what their excitement was about, I widened my eyes and made absolutely sure that it was her left hand, third finger.

The huge rock sat snug on her slim finger, bringing beauty to her hand and displaying as the symbol for a lifelong commitment of love, trust, and faithfulness. Leah's nod of clarification made me gasp and nearly jump the bar to reach her.

"Oh my God!" I screamed and hugged her as tight as she would allow. She seemed distant with the interaction every time I tried to pull her in for a closer embrace. Holy hell, my daughter was engaged! Well this was gonna take a while to sink in.

Jacob lingered in the kitchen and smiled as he watched us.

"You slick son of a bitch, it's about fucking time!" I shouted joyfully at him as unexpected tears ran down my face. Jacob only laughed and covered his face shyly.

"Oh and, um...there's other news," her white teeth were glistening behind her widely smiling lips. Her curls bounced around as she did.

"There's more?"

She nodded, grabbed my wrists and pulled them towards her tummy.

"Im pregnant."

My chest went empty and my heart dropped. She wasnt. Was she?

Her smile was broad and cheery as Jacob blushed insanely. How was I feeling about this? Well, I really couldnt tell.

"How far along?"

"About a month and a half," she responded.

About? She wasnt sure. Maybe she wasnt even pregnant.

Even though I insisted for them to stay for dinner and tell me more, they had to go. Baby Doll was at home, probably starving to death due to the fact that Seth cant cook for shit.

I worried for them. Deeply.

Maybe it was that motherly instinct that was telling me to pray from them. Were those two really ready for their second child? Something-something evil-inside me was praying that they didnt have this second child.

Jacob POV

After thanking Seth for babysitting and sending him on his way, I went straight to Baby Doll's room. She was in the same position she was in when we left. Sitting with her chin resting on her knees, eyes staring gloriously at the television.

"Heyo, little one," I greeted her and she smiled.

"Hi, Daddy."

"What'd you do today?"

She thought for a second. "This," she shrugged and I chuckled.

I plopped down and joined her, turning the volume up. She settled into my chest like Leah did at night when she grew tired. They were so much alike, it was insane. Their hair sprawled out against my chest the same way, each strand having its own freedom.

What had I done to deserve this little girl?

She was an angel.

She was my whole world.

My love for her ran thick like the blood in my veins, being nourished by her existence. I sighed at how sappy I sounded.

Before I knew it, a light snore filled the room and I looked down at her. She was asleep? I checked the clock. It was only six.

Without waking her, I slipped from under her and put the covers over her. She'd be awake in an hour or so.

I kissed her forehead and hair, thanking the heavens that she had been one of the rare blessings I was graced with.

"I love you," I said.

Her face scrunched in her light slumber. "Mmmm," she hummed and adjusted her head on the purple pillow.

"Alright," I snickered and took her little mumble as an "I love you, too." Switching the TV off and turning the light out, I tip toed out of the room, careful not to wake her.

One less lady to worry about getting to go to bed tonight.

Where was my fiance' anyway?

Leah POV

I bit my nails.

Jeez, why was I nervous? Ive done this tons of times.

Why was I decisive about telling Jacob?

What the fuck was wrong with me?

The phone seemed to be slipping from the sweat in my palms and I had to grip it tighter so it wouldnt drop. Jacob's footsteps got louder from down the hallway and I bit my lip in anxiety.

"Um, can I call you back later?"

Her voice didnt seem happy. "Fine, Leah but please do not take long. We're on a tight schedule."

I rolled my eyes. "Ok...bye?" It came out more as a question.

The line clicked and I just kinda stood there awkwardly as Jacob came up behind me and kissed my cheek. "Who was that?" he asked and began to strip off his jeans in exchange for track pants.

"Ugh, nobody. Just...nobody."

He didnt push the subject as he threw his jeans in the hamper. Why was he so calm when I was sweating buckets. Jeez, why when put under pressure do I turn into a wimp? That was my fucking problem. I always ran when I thought I did something wrong. Whenever shit doesnt go perfectly according to me, I feel the need to grab my tennis shoes and run for miles till my feet couldnt carry me anymore. Then when I thought Ive had enough, I return with the hopes that I'll be accepted again.

Why was I like this?

"Hey, are we still going to the vow renewal tomorrow?" Jacob asked from his warm spot on the bed.

Shit, I forgot all about that. "Sure." I said, absent mindly needing something to keep me from thinking about this.

"Alright, gotta find a tux from..."

Jacob's voice drowned out with the sound of the suddenly activated TV. I removed my shoes to relieve my feet.

"-and maybe you could find a pretty dress to match my-" he continued to speak as my hair ran over my face, blinding me for a few seconds before I gripped reality and stumbled to the bathroom.

After washing my face of the makeup I wore that day, I noticed that my favorite peachy colored lipstick was bent out of shape as if someone had used it.

Baffled and not to concerned about it at the moment, I turned the light out and jumped right into bed with the love of my life.

A/N Have I kept you in suspense? MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Tell me everyone...what are your plans for Halloween? What/who are you going as? Any parties? Trick or treating? LOL!

So, anybody have any ideas as to what Leah's little phone call was about? Hmmm, shady isnt it?