Any mistakes that you see are my own.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Twilight Saga. Stephenie Meyer owns The Twilight Saga.


I didn't need to wake the girls up to get them ready to go meet Jake's friend because right when my alarm went off, they came barreling into my room, wide awake and full of energy. Now they're watching morning cartoons in the living room after I made them their favorite weekend breakfast, all three of us dressed and ready to go. As I was getting the girls ready, I told them we're meeting Jake's friend to look at a house he put up for sale because we might be moving soon. They didn't seem excited but they weren't upset either. I guess they simply didn't understand what moving would mean for them.

I'm cleaning up in the kitchen when I hear a knock on the door. Wiping my hands on a dish towel, I go answer it, knowing exactly who is on the other side. When I open the door, Jake is standing outside, looking handsome and wearing his police uniform. While I want to take things slow with him, I can't help but imagine very provocative things he could do to me in bed—while wearing said uniform—and vice versa.

"Bella, Bella," Jake snaps his fingers in front of my face, breaking me out of my sexual fantasy. He grins and I think he knows, by the aroused look on my face, I've been thinking about him like that, even though he asks, "Where'd you go just now?"

"Nowhere," I lie before changing the subject. "It's nice to see you again. Come in." I give him space to do so and when he walks past me, I could smell his minty breath and the Axe body spray he's wearing. I know it's Axe because Seth wears that, too. Jake's hand also lightly brushes against mine, making me tingle.

"Hi, Mr. Jacob!" the girls call in unison from the couch.

"Ladies," Jake grins, bowing his head as if greeting the Queen of England. "I thought I told you to call me Jake."

The twins giggle and it's Charlotte who says, "Sorry, Jake."

Turning to me, Jake asks, "Ready to go?"

I nod. "I just need to get the twins' car seats." Looking at him up and down, I ask, "You're not driving the cruiser, are you?"

He laughs. "No, I'm driving my Prius. But I do have to be at work by one. The chief called just as I was leaving my apartment, but I told him I was already in the middle of doing something."

"Oh, okay. I just thought maybe you were wearing your uniform for my benefit," I can't help but smile sheepishly.

Jake leans down to whisper in my ear. "Is that why you looked so aroused a moment ago? Were you having a sexual fantasy about me in my uniform, Bella? Because I thought you wanted to take things slow." He kisses the outer shell of my ear. Thankfully, the twins have gone back to watching cartoons.

Before things can escalate further, I turn my attention to Charlotte and Susannah. "Girls, time to go. Turn off the TV and come put on your shoes."

The girls groan but do as I say. At four years old, they know how to tie their shoes, although they're slow at it. Luckily, I'm a patient person. Most of the time, anyway. Once we're all ready to go, the girls and I follow Jake out the door and I lock it.

I go to my car in the parking lot to grab the twins' car seats. Jake runs over to help me out when he sees me carrying one under each arm to his car, where he and the twins are waiting. I help him attach the seats to the backseat of his car. The twins get in and I buckle Charlotte in while Jake does the same with Susannah.

According to the GPS in Jake's car, it's about a twenty-minute drive from the apartment to his friend's house. Jake tells me his friend is name Paul Lahote and he's a fellow cop who just finished building his new house in the new neighborhood that just opened up. Jake tells me that the house we're looking at is fully furnished, but I could sell or donate the furniture and décor or Paul can take them if I don't want them.

"I actually know Paul Lahote," I blurt out. "My father was the Chief of Police after all so anyone who knew him knows his daughter."

"Oh, that's right," Jake says. "I forgot. Then I'm guessing you know Officer Sam Uley?"

"Yeah, he was first on the scene of my parents' accident" I tell him. While the twins both know that my parents are "up in heaven," they don't know the real reason. I'll eventually explain it to them when they're older, but right now, they're still too young to know what really happened to Grandma and Grandpa.

"He also has a crush on Emily," I add. And Emily asked me if Jake had a friend for her when she knew it'd be Sam.

"He's the new chief now," Jake says.

I turn to look at him, my mouth hanging open in shock, even though he can't see it because his eyes are focused on the road. "I thought Mac was the new chief."

"He was the new chief after your father passed away," Jake says. "But then he moved away last month with his family and therefore, transferred to another station. Sam was in the running to become the new chief and he got it."

"Wow," is all I can say. "I'll have to stop by the station one day and say hi to everyone. I'm sure they all miss me."

"Why'd you stop?" Jake asks, glancing at me briefly.

I shrug my shoulders. "I don't know. Priorities, I guess. I used to buy donuts for everyone from a local donut shop, which is such a stereotype, but everyone loved them. Of course I had to buy the diabetic-friendly ones from a specialty shop for Officer Call."

"Well, they definitely miss you," Jake tells me. "They call you the Donut Girl."

I can't help but laugh at that.

The twins are asleep by the time we pull up beside Paul's house. I explain to Jake that sometimes on long car rides—even though this one wasn't that long—the girls tend to get tired and fall asleep.

"I can stay with them while you go take a look," Jake offers.

I shake my head. "It's okay. We can just carry them."

Paul is waiting for us at the front door when we greet him, me carrying Charlotte, Jake carrying Susannah. Like Jake, Paul is wearing his police uniform. "Nice to see you again, Bella," He smiles at me. "And I see you brought the kiddos." He gestures to the sleeping twins. "They're growing up so fast. I think last time I saw them, it was two months ago and you brought them with you to the station." He shudders at the memory and I know why. "I never should've let them play with my handcuffs."

I giggle. "You had something to show me."

Paul stands up straight, smoothing down his uniform. He turns around and opens the front door, moving to one side to let me enter.

"I still have the picture, by the way," I say, quietly, as I walk past him and I turn to see the horrified look on his face.


"So, what'd you think about the place?" Jake asks, taking a sip of his coffee. We had spent approximately two hours at Paul's house with him giving me a tour and just me and him catching up afterwards while Jake took the twins, who had woken up at that point, for a walk around the neighborhood. Apparently, there was a park nearby where the girls can run around and play.

Paul and I didn't really negotiate on a price because I wanted to think about it first. He said he'll take the house off the market and put it on hold for me until I come to a decision. I told him he didn't have to that—because I was sure there were other people who want to buy his house and have been putting in offers—but he said he'd rather sell me the house than sell it to someone else, no matter what price we end up negotiating on.

"I like it," I tell Jake, taking a sip of my coffee. "It's bigger than Emily's, there's lots of space and you were right about the neighborhood being safe. There's also walking trails and even the park nearby that I can take the girls to."

"That's good," Jake says. "So, how is it all those times you came by the station, we never met then?"

I shrug. "I don't know. Maybe because you were always out in the field."

"Maybe," Jake agrees. "But I would still hear stories and the way the other cops talked about you. That's when I knew I had to meet you and I'm glad I did." He gives me what I now call his special smile that makes my knees go weak.

I gaze into his eyes and am suddenly lost in them. It's only when I hear giggling that I realize we're not alone. We're sitting in a booth at a brunch place with Charlotte beside me and Jake across from us, Susannah sitting beside him. Even though the twins had pancakes for breakfast, they were still hungry and it just so happened that we were about to pass the brunch place. While Jake ordered a hefty breakfast plate, I ordered a fruit salad and two kid-size breakfast plates for Charlotte and Susannah.

"What are you two giggling about?" I ask my daughters, smirking.

"Nothing, Mommy," Susannah says, trying to stifle her giggles.

I raise my eyebrows, but don't pester any further. I turn my attention back to Jake. "So, I'm guessing Sam knows you went on a date with Charlie Swan's daughter?"

Jake suddenly looks squeamish. "He knows we met, but I still haven't told him we went on a date. But since then, he's been giving me the stink eye and watching me like a hawk. I mean, I know he's my boss and all, but I'm not the only one who works for him."

"That makes sense," I say. "Sam's like a brother to me and my step-siblings so of course when it comes to boys, he's very protective of Leah, Emily, and I. Since our parents died, Sam helped us out any way he could. He helped Emily with guardianship papers and also helped her get a part-time job since she was in her first year of college. He drove Leah, Seth, and I to school when Emily couldn't. He was more like a third or fourth parent to us than a brother.

"Sam even offered to help us find a place to live, but Emily told him that even after what happened, we still wanted to continue to live in our parents' house because they left it to us and worked hard on building it." I suddenly perk up. "I have an idea. Why don't the girls and I come with you to the station? That way, I can say hi to Sam and everyone else."

"How will you get home?" Jake asks.

"Emily will pick me up," I say. "Or Leah. Any of them will do. Leah will probably want to meet you, though. She's the only one who hasn't."

"Sounds like a plan then," he grins. "Do we need to stop by the donut shop?"

"Might as well," I say. "I have a feeling the first thing Sam will say to me is 'Where are our donuts?'" We both laugh at that.


As soon as I walked into the station with two boxes of a dozen donuts in each—plus one extra box of diabetic-friendly donuts for Officer Call—every cop stopped what they were doing and turned their attention toward the doorway, gasping when they saw me standing there with Jake and the girls.

"Not the reaction I was expecting," I whispered to Jake as everyone just stared at me, their mouths agape. "Are they okay? They look like they've just seen a ghost."

"They're fine," Jake assured me. "They're just shocked, that's all."

"Why did everyone stop working all of a sudden?" Sam's voice boomed as he came out of his office. His eyes widened when he saw me. "Bella?"

"Hi, Sam," I said, smiling weakly. "I brought donuts." I held up the boxes.

Before I knew it, every cop in the room, minus Sam and Jake, was greeting me all at once, pestering me with questions as to how I'm doing and why I stopped coming by to visit. It was when Sam told them to get back to work in his authoritative voice that they did. He then greeted me with open arms and after we hugged, I gave him the donuts, telling him that one of the boxes is labelled "DF" for Officer Call.

"Why don't we catch up in my office?" Sam said, placing the boxes on a nearby table. "Kim can look after the twins. And Jake?" Jake, who was still standing beside me, straightened up. "I need you to patrol the freeway. Given how many people are speeding down there, it just might increase your chance of winning that TV."

"Yes, sir," Jake nodded before turning to me. "I'll see you later?" He placed a chaste kiss on my lips and I could've sworn I heard growling coming from Sam.

I smiled and nodded and with that, Jake left, but not before saying goodbye to Charlotte and Susannah.

While everyone else was enjoying their donuts and the twins were being looked after by Officer Cameron, Sam and I spent hours in his office, talking and catching up. It made sense that everyone on the force missed me dearly. I am after all the daughter of the late Charlie Swan, who was a legend and loved by everyone in and outside the force. Sam and I also talked about my relationship with Jake, although Jake and I have not yet discussed what we are. I told Sam about the date Jake and I went on Friday.

"He's a really great guy," I couldn't help but smile sheepishly. "And the girls like him. So do Seth, Emily and Leah, even though she hasn't met him yet."

"Of course Jake's a great guy," Sam said. "You wouldn't be dating him if he wasn't. What I want to know is if you two are taking things slow. While I would love to be an uncle for the third time, I don't want to see you hurt again and you and Jake should take the time to get to know each other first before you jump into bed."

"We are taking things slow," I said. "I told Jake that's what I wanted and he told me he's okay with that."

Sam just looked skeptical. "I do hope so because I am his boss and you are like a sister to me so if I find out he hurt you in any way, I will castrate him."

I know he meant it as a joke, but I still feared for Jake's safety.