A/N: Holy cow, friends! 15 reviews and I lost count of how many alerts/favourites I got! I actually cannot express how happy you all made me! It literally brought tears to my eyes!

I wanted to get this out sooner, but then I was half finished the chapter and I had to go to skating, then I was at my dad's house that night and had to watch Supernatural, The Bourne: Ultimatum and The Office, so I never got another chance to work on it . . . Then I had to take the hour and a half long bus ride home. So, sorry. :)

Oh, and just to clear up one question I received: "Is it set in the future?" Yes, yes it is. And they're back in Forks. Sorry I didn't say that sooner.

Now, without further adieu, Chapter Two! (Haha that rhymes)

**NOTE**

When I have whole sections of dialogue in italics it means they're doing that confessional thing. ***

Disclaimer: Twilight is not mine, nor is Trading Spouses. PLEASE DON'T SUE!

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Chapter Two: Day One - The Cullen's house

Linda Walling stumbled off the plane, disoriented and rather tired. She had not gotten a lot of sleep the previous night, she was much too nervous and stressed about the coming week to allow for sleep, and just sat five and a half hours on a plane from Atlanta to Seattle.

She had no idea what she was to do now. She knew she was supposed to be looking for her new 'husband', but no one told her what he looked like. The man she was looking for could be anyone . . .

Doing the only thing she could in this situation, she went and got her luggage from the carousel. It was a small pile. Just two medium sized suitcases, and the bag she carried on. With that, she waited. And waited. And waited.

While she was waiting, she was scanning the crowd, looking for someone who looked like they had six teenage children. Maybe a balding head from the stress, pot belly, he probably wasn't very clean cut, either, she thought. She saw a few men who fit her own personal catalogue, but they were all leaving with beautiful women half their age. As she was looking, a smooth voice, coming from behind her, startled her.

"Excuse me?" the voice asked.

She quickly turned around, only to stop dead in the action. The voice belonged to the most handsome man she had ever seen. A full head of smooth, blonde hair, very fit looking, and dressed in clothes that probably cost three times Jim's paycheck.

"Yes?" She answered it a slightly shaky, startled voice.

He smiled, and her breath caught in her throat. This man was gorgeous!

"I think you're my new wife for the week. I'm Carlisle." He replied, holding his hand out to her.

For a split second, she couldn't think. Then her brain picked up the slack. This stunning man, who looked to be no older than thirty, was the father of six teenagers! He looked nothing like the men she had suspected to be her new husband, he should be the one leaving with all those beautiful 20 year old women, not those disgusting, pot bellied men.

"Linda," she said taking his outstretched hand.

"It's nice to meet you, Linda. Did you have a pleasant flight?" Carlisle asked, taking her bags.

"Umm . . . yes, I did. It was nice." She stuttered, not able to speak smoothly. She was too busy thinking of how ravishing this man was, and how he was very effortlessly carrying both of her bags for her. He must work out, she thought.

She followed him as he glided through the airport. She was rather amazed with the way he carried himself.

It was not long before he stopped in front of the one of the most expensive looking cars Linda had ever laid eyes on. It was sleek, black and very modern looking. A mercedes, she noted as she saw the familiar symbol mounted on the front of the car. He packed her bags for her and very courteously opened her door for her. The interior was nicer than she expected.

Maybe he's a plastic surgeon, she thought. That would explain why he was so beautiful . . . But he lived in Forks, Washington, if he was a plastic surgeon shouldn't he live in L.A. or something?

"What do you do for a living?" She asked. She was curious to know how he could be so successful in a town this small.

"I'm a surgeon." He replied. "At the local hospital."

Well that explained it. Linda knew just how much hospital bills could cost, Jim had heart problems and needed frequent visits, Carlisle must make a fortune off of all the people in this town who had no other choice than to go to the only hospital. He probably charged them way, way too much.

"What do you do?" He asked her.

Carlisle could tell how uncomfortable she was. He could see how extremely tense she was, and had been since he had introduced himself. He wanted to ease the tension, but he wasn't Jasper. How handy a gift like that could be at times . . . So, he did the only thing he knew how, He treated her for shock.

"Uh, I mostly stay at home. But I work two days a week at a bakery." she replied. She was still a little surprised at the appearance of this man to form a real response. And she was even more nervous about meeting the family. Would they all be as beautiful as Carlisle?

For the rest of the ride home, they made idle chit chat. Carlisle was trying to ease the tension and Linda was trying to extract secrets from Carlisle about how he could make so much money in such a small town.

After longer than it should have been (Carlisle had to drive at the legal limit to avoid frightening Linda more than she already was), they arrived at the large, white house the Cullens called home.

Linda stood in the large, meadow-like lawn completely stunned. The house was enormous! Three stories tall and probably about eight times bigger than her own home. It was perfectly symmetrical and her mind couldn't even calculate how much it cost.

Carlisle, while gathering her things from the trunk, fiercely hoped that this wasn't all too overwhelming for her.

He could hear the six other vampires scrambling around the in the house, trying to prepare for their new arrival. They were trying their best to appear normal for this new mother. He wondered if his family could appear normal.

The two walked up the steps, eight very intimidating steps, according to Linda, and stopped in front of the door.

Carlisle took a deep breath. He really didn't know what was going to happen after he opened that door. He could hear the silence inside the house. And that bothered him a little. His family was never quiet.

Not wanting to seem overly hesitant, he opened the door to reveal six teenage vampires sitting quietly on the modern, white sofa.

"Linda, this is my family." He said, gesturing to the gathering in the living room. "Alice, Jasper, Emmett, Rosalie, Edward and Bella."

Linda couldn't find it in herself to respond. The entire family was as beautiful as their father. She couldn't help but stare as she examined the six children sitting politely on the sofa: Alice, the first of the children Carlisle named was very tiny, probably no taller than five feet. Jasper was very tall and thin, but still muscular, Emmett was massive, Rosalie was striking, but giving Linda some sort of glare, Edward looked somewhat amused and Bella just looked friendly.

As Linda was studying the Cullens, Alice was scrutinizing Linda. Linda was a plump woman, not fat nor skinny. Her sandy blonde hair was cut in some sort of grown-in mullet, her hair just reaching her shoulders. She dressed in a pale blue blouse that was slightly faded and had a few light brown stains on it. Her pants were beige slacks, they were very out dated and too short. On her feet were a pair of old running shoes, they were very dirty and had a few holes. While Rosalie thought she looked a little bit dirty and disgusting, Alice saw a blank canvas . . .

"Hello, everyone." Linda quietly replied, still very intimidated.

"Welcome to our home!" Emmett practically shouted as he started to advance on Linda.

Linda stopped thinking as the massive boy named Emmett started to walk towards her. Her first instinct was to turn and run. Nothing good could come out of someone that big approaching you. But she didn't have enough time to move before she was engulfed in the tightest hug she had ever had. She was starting to loose feeling in her finger tips when Rosalie hissed "Emmett!" and grabbed him by the ear, pulling him down on the couch before smacking the back of his head.

"I apologize for my stupid brother." Rosalie said in a voice that was not entirely friendly.

"Umm, no problem."

It was then that Alice decided to make her grande introduction. She ran up to Linda, at a speed that was not entirely human, and also engulfed her in a hug. This hug was much less overwhelming.

"Linda! I'm so excited to meet you! We are going to do so many fun things together! Like go shopping and get our hair done and our nails done and this week is just going to be so great!"

"Oh, that does sound like fun . . ."

Linda was not particularity fond of shopping, actually she hated it. There was a reason she was wearing the same pants she bought in 1987. She hadn't been shopping for herself in almost a decade.

"Alice, maybe our guest does not want to go shopping." Edward said. He knew just how much Linda did not want to go, and he knew just how much hell Alice had put Bella through. But now that Bella could put up a little resistance, Alice had been looking for a new subject. If she was to take Linda to the mall, it would not be pretty.

"Oh Edward, butt out! I'm sure Miss Linda would love to come with me! Right Linda?" Alice said enthusiastically.

Linda nodded, not wanting to disappoint the little girl still clinging onto her.

"And I'm sure she wouldn't." Edward mumbled. Too quiet for Linda to hear. Alice just stuck out her tongue.

After more polite introductions from Edward and Bella, and no introduction from Rosalie, the family soon settled into a more relaxed environment. Linda began to unpack her things in a room bigger than her living room and kitchen put together. The furnishings probably cost more than the down payment she put on her house. There was a huge king-sized bed in the middle of the room that was surrounded by various pieces of furniture that looked to be antiques. The walls were painted a light brown that complimented the rest of the room nicely. The walk-in closet was bigger than her room at home, her clothes only filled about one sixteenth of the space available.

She sauntered downstairs, fatigued and hungry. It was then that she wondered if she had to be the one to cook dinner.

In the living room, Edward and Bella were watching T.V., Jasper and Emmett were playing some sort of strange game involving six decks of cards, a few pieces of Monopoly, and three chess boards. Linda didn't dare ask what they were doing. And Alice and Rosalie were nowhere to be seen at the moment.

"Uh, what do you usually do for dinner?"

Edward and Bella looked at Linda for a moment before looking at each other, then at Emmett and Jasper.

"Esme usually cooks." Emmett suddenly blurted out, loud enough to make Linda jump.

"Okay, I guess I should cook then." Linda said quietly, before turning and entering the kitchen. Which was enormous and very expensive looking.

Not long after, Linda had set out an elaborate dinner for the family of seven. Cooking extra for Emmett. Very proud of herself, she called them for dinner. Carefully watching their faces as they saw all the food she had prepared.

"This looks great." Carlisle was the first to speak. Linda could not detect the faint trace of disgust in his tone. Nor did she see the expressions on the faces of the kids that said 'this looks the opposite of great'.

Everyone was very hesitant to start. No one was looking forward to what would have to happen after the meal.

"Well, dig in guys!" Linda said while she took a large scoop of the mashed potatoes she had made from scratch. She was pretty sure they would enjoy this dinner, she cut no corners making it!

"Yes. I love food!" Emmett said in a bad-actor tone. He took a very large helping of everything on the table.

Alice, Rosalie and Bella were the lucky ones. Their small figures allowed them to take small helpings, less food they would have to pretend to enjoy. Emmett, Edward and Jasper on the other hand, had to take several portions of everything. They were growing boys after all. Carlisle ate a gentlemanly portion.

It was a rather entertaining dinner, according to the girls. Emmett, being the good sport he is, even took thirds. He would gag every time Linda looked away, and hid as much of his dinner in his pockets as he could.

It was nearing the end of dinner, while Emmett was thanking the good Lord, that Linda noticed there was still about one serving of each of the dishes left.

"Oh, Emmett, you wouldn't mind finishing that would you? Then we won't have any leftovers."

Emmett almost started to cry. The look on his face was so heartbroken, the other six vampires almost lost their perfect calm. Alice and Bella had let a few giggles escape and Jasper and Edward's shoulders where shaking with silent laughter.

"No, hand it over." Emmett replied, defeated.

The others started clearing the table as Emmett choked down the first of many large dinners.