"Thanks for the supper. It was so delicious," The obnoxious redhead said, a little too politely as she wiped her mouth with her napkin. Bella almost gagged at her over-exaggerated use of the word 'so'. It was steak and potatoes and she didn't even eat the steak, claiming she was a vegetarian.

I rolled my eyes, while Phil handed her a facecloth and she helped clean off Joey's juice stained face.

"Wanna help me with the dishes, Bella?" My mother smirked, nodding her head towards the kitchen.

"Kay," I smiled, pushing out of my chair.

Anything to get me away from this bimbo.

"So what do you think?" My mother laughed, while she turned on the faucet. I rolled my eyes, and raised my eyebrow at her. "That bad, huh?" She laughed again.

"Worse. What is wrong with her?" I asked, putting away the already clean dishes.

"You noticed? I didn't think they were that obvious?"

"How could I not?" I laughed. "Her boobs are huge!" I almost yelled. "And she's like the fakest person ever. Thank you for supper, it was so delicious." I mimicked and rolled my eyes.

Renee laughed and nodded in agreement, "Well, she's Phil's daughter. She isn't so bad. Plus, we have to get used to her sooner or later."

I shook my head, "No, mom. You have to tolerate her. I'm only here for a couple more weeks then I'm flying back to Forks."

This caused my mother to frown. "I'm gonna miss you."

"We go through this every time I come up. You know I'll miss you too, mom." I hugged her side, while she dried a plate and sniffed quietly. "But I'll be back around Christmas and you'll come see me Spring break."

"I know," she pouted and sighed, causing me to laugh.

"Grow up," I joked, and she stuck her tongue out at me.

"Why couldn't Jake come?" She asked changing the subject.

"He could have, but he didn't want to leave his dad home by himself, especially because he's working so much and doesn't get to spend as much time with him."

"Billy could have came."

"That's what I told him but he said he'd rather stay home." I sighed. "His company would have been nice tonight," I laughed.

"I agree. I miss having the kid around. He made you so happy." I smiled, thinking back to all the times we spent together. "Have you talked to your father lately?" She asked, after a couple moments of silence.

I nodded, putting away the silverware. "He called a couple nights ago."

"How is he?"

"Good he says. He misses me," I laughed. "I think he just mostly misses my cooking."

Renee laughed. "Have you heard from Edward?" I frowned and shook my head, "Aw sweetie. It'll get better. I promise," She cooed, wrapping her arm around me. We swayed gently, while I dried a coffee mug.

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My crying brother brought me back to reality. I shook my head and closed my phone, shoving it back in my pocket as I picked my brother up, giving him the attention that he wants.

"Life sucks," I sighed, rocking my brother back and forth on my shoulder. "Being a boy is so much easier."

Joey looked up at me and laughed. I smiled down at him, and sat him back on the floor. Immediately he crawled to his box of toys and started throwing them around the room. I watched him for a bit, laughing at the cute things he did but eventually found myself sitting on the couch and flicking through the channels on the television.

"What to watch…" I said to myself, while Joey crawled over to me, using the coffee table to pull himself up. "See anything you like?"

I put the remote on top of the television stand, "What do you want for supper baby?" I asked, as if he was going to answer me.

"Carrots? Peas? Mashed potatoes?" I asked, walking towards the kitchen.

After his supper, Joey was crawling aimlessly around the floor. I smiled at him, then went to clean up, but was stopped by a knock on the door.

The door slowly swung open and I was surprised to see who was standing there. "Jacob, what are you doing here?" Joey immediately crawled to the front door, pulling at the bottom and whining when he couldn't get it open.

"I had—"

"I'm sorry. Can you come in?" I asked, cutting him off and picking up my crying brother. I set him down on the living room floor beside his toy chest.

Jacob laughed and shut the front door behind him. "I got off early and wanted to come say hi, I felt bad that I couldn't make it to that dinner."

I smirked, crossing my arms over my chest. "Well, hi."

"So where's your mom?" He asked, shoving out of his boots and looking into the kitchen.

"Her and Phil went out for a date night." I sighed in disgust.

"I see you got stuck babysitting," He said, nodding towards my brother.

"It seems like it," I laughed. "No, Joey's pretty easy."

"Practice for the future?" He winked, I rolled my eyes.

"Anyway," I said, changing the subject and walking into the kitchen. "Do you want something to eat or drink?"

"Depends on if you're cooking."

I pouted my lips and tapped my chin. "I can, I haven't had anything to eat yet."

"Then sure, it's been a long time since I had a home cooked meal," He laughed.

I rolled my eyes. "Doesn't Billy cook for you?"

Jacob frowned then and shook his head. "He sure tries. Nothing ediable though. Mom used to do all the cooking."

I palmed my forehead, "Fuck. I'm sorry Jacob."

"It's fine," He laughed, humourlessly. "I like to talk about her and nobody really wants to talk about her with me."

"Billy doesn't talk about her with you?"

Jacob shook his head. "Nah. I can tell he's still hurting."

"I can imagine. It's been really hard on your dad. Hell, it's been hard on both of you."

Jacob shrugged. "I just don't think he's trying anymore."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, ever since his accident, he doesn't try. It's a hassle getting him out of bed in the morning. It's like he doesn't have a will to live anymore."

"I'm sorry Jacob." I frowned, thinking of Billy. "I don't know what to say," I said, after a couple moments of silence.

"It's cool," Jacob mumbled, looking down at his hands.

"What happened? I mean, the accident. If you don't want to talk about it, it's totally fine. But I wasn't home when it happened and I only know what my mom told me," I rambled.

"I don't really remember." He frowned, sitting at the table and looking down at his fingers.

"That's okay, you don't need to tell me." I smiled, hoping to not let the mood sour or get awkward because of my questioning.

"No, it's really alright. It's just a little fuzzy, that's all."

"Oh…"

"It was raining and I had school in the morning. I remember that. I was mad when Dad called and needed me to pick him up at this bar he had been going to every weekend since mom died. He was really drunk, and turned the music up so loud. And I got mad at him and told him to turn it the hell down," Jacob laughed; humourlessly. "The next thing I know, we're in the hospital. Apparently we hit a deer. I must have been going pretty fast to black out like that but I don't remember going over the speed limit or anything."

"Jake…,"| I started, but didn't know how to finish. I had no idea what to say. I tried comforting him by wrapping my arms around his neck.

"It's fine. Seriously, Bella. It happened almost two years ago," He assured me, rubbing my forearms and standing up.

"I know, but I feel bad." I sighed. "I should have came and seen you."

"Why didn't you?"

"I was in Forks?" I said in a question.

He shook his head, "No, I mean when you came back home."

"I don't know. I thought about it. I wanted too, but I was scared." I sighed, "I didn't know the first thing to say, or do. I'm really sorry, Jake."

"It's fine," He said, hugging me. "So, what's for supper?" He asked, changing the subject with a smile on his face. I raised a brow at him and he laughed. "I'm serious, woman. I'm starving. Cook me some damn food."

"Okay!" I laughed, raising my arms, palms forward. "Can you hold on for a sec, I gotta get Joey."

Jacob nodded and sat back in the chair he had recently occupied.

"Joeeey," I sang, walking into the living room but he wasn't in there where I had left him. I smiled to myself, and tip toed down the hall, making sure to make a loud noise when I checked each room.

When he wasn't in any of the bedrooms, I assumed he was in the bathroom. Walking back down the hall, I heard a faint giggling. The closer I got to my destination the louder the laughing became. I made sure to tip toe as quietly as I could and when I just about reached the door, I jumped into the room.

"Gotcha!" I yelled, causing Joey to jump and yell, immediately followed by laughter.

He had unravelled the toilet paper and wrapped it around his tiny body. The cupboard and closet doors were all open. Shampoo and other random bottles tipped over onto the floor. In Joey's mouth was an empty blue box, the contents strewn about the floor around him.

I leant down pulling apart the toilet paper engulfing my bother, and picked up the box stuck between Joey's gums. Immediately I dropped it, running out of the bathroom, as different dates and times ran through my mind.

Reaching the calendar, I counted back a couple weeks. When I was done, I counted again and then again, my face draining of all its color.

"Bella?" Jacob asked from behind me. "What's wrong? Where's Joey?"

"Oh shit," I whispered, barely registering Jacob's presence, let alone his words.

"Bella?" He asked, confused.

I slowly turned around, and swallowed hard before speaking. "I think I'm pregnant."

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