Hey! I'm posting on Sunday's now. So sorry for the delay! Anyhow I hope y'all enjoy this chapter!

Me listening to true crime podcasts while writing this: =0

Three months. Three months since I was attacked. It seemed like yesterday that I needed help getting around my own house. But now I was basically all healed and could do whatever I wanted.

I wasn't allowed to run or jump but I didn't do much running and jumping anyway. I had gone back to work two weeks ago, everyone there was very happy to see I was doing well and demanded every detail on what happened.

I fabricated a story that I had told the police and I repeated it to my coworkers at the boutique. They believed it because why would I have any reason to lie?

I had been having an uneventful day when Sam had called me and asked if I wanted to go out to dinner. So here I was getting ready to go out to eat at the only nice-ish restaurant in town.

I had decided to go with a red midi dress that accentuated my waist and hips and a pair of black open toed ankle boots. I wore a thick black cardigan to keep me warm.

I curled my hair, not that the rain wasn't going to ust ruin it, and tried to do my makeup. I did a decent job but I was proud of myself. I was just walking out of my bedroom when I heard a knock at the door. I rushed down the stairs and opened the door quickly.

A smile spread on my face, "Sam!" I greeted them happily. Sam smiled down at me and I stepped aside and let him in. Penelope ran up to him, her tail wagging and her tongue hanging out. Sam bent down to greet her properly and she started licking his face.

"Penelope! No licking! That's not allowed!" I scolded, shaking my finger at her. She didn't care at all but she did stop licking him. Sam chuckled and brought a hand up to grip my waist and pull me closer. He tucked a stray curl behind my ear.

I smiled up at him as he kissed my forehead and asked, "Are you ready?"

I nodded and pulled my purse off the entry table and kissed Penelope on the head before following Sam out the door and locking it behind me. I could hear Penelope let out a whine of protest, about being left home alone. Honestly she was a very spoiled dog with a giant yard, lots of balls and frisbees, not to mention she constantly went on hikes with Sam, Lizzie, and I.

I followed Sam down the driveway and to his truck that was parked right behind my Chevy Suburban. I climbed in the passenger side and waited for Sam to jump in the drivers side.

Sam settled in his seat but before he buckled up and reached back and grabbed something off the floor in the backseat. I frowned as he searched for a moment.

"Do you want me to look? What are you looking for?" I asked, Sam waved me off and then a few seconds later and leaned forward and produced a beautiful bouquet of roses.

Sam gently handed me the bouquet and kissed my cheek. "I know they're not your favorite, but they were the only ones they had." Sam explained, I smiled and smelled my beautiful flowers. "No. They're perfect. I love them." I stated, holding them gently against my chest. Sam smiled and pulled out of my driveway.

When we got to the restaurant, Sam opened my car door for me and helped me out of the car.

"Oh, look at you. Mister fancy." I teased, Sam blushed but offered me his arms. I took it happily and let him lead me into the Italian restaurant.

We talked while we ate, nothing much had changed but we were happy to talk about unimportant things, like how the weather was getting a little nicer now that it was late May.

After we finished eating we went on a walk, looking at all the shops on the main street. It was uneventful but it was perfect, sweet, and we didn't get rained on.

Sam drove me home and I asked him to stay, we cuddled on the couch and watched movies for a few hours. Lizzie was having a sleepover at a friend's house, so we had the whole house to ourselves.

We decided to settle down and watch a movie. It was my turn to pick a movie and I chose the best movie to ever be released, Mean Girls. Sam had never watched, which appalled me, who hasn't watched Mean Girls?

Half way through the movie he was engrossed in the highschool drama. It was truly wonderful seeing him become so invested. I mean honesty, who doesn't like Mean Girls.

I was enjoying myself, I was frequently asked questions about the movie and I happily supplied the answers. By the time the movie was over I was half asleep and Sam would not stop talking about the movie. I just nodded along to what he was saying, not really listening but not ignoring him. He must have noticed my grogginess because he finally stopped talking and asked if I was ready for bed, to which I said yes.

I was cuddled into Sam's side, well the best I could be with Penelope wedged in between us. I had raised her, played with her, and trained her and for some reason she was obsessed with Sam. What had Sam done to warrant so much of my dog's attention?! She ignored me when I tried to greet her when Sam was with me and basically stole him from me. I swear I could see her giving me the stink eye while we were cuddled up during the movie.

I could only achieve resting my head on his shoulder because my oversized fur baby was in the way. I ignored her the best I could and focused on Sam. He was already asleep.

His breath fell evenly and none of the stress lines that were usually on his face were visible. He looked perfectly at peace. It was nice. He deserved peace. Sleep didn't come so easily for me, especially now.

It had been almost a year since I had gotten complete custody of my little sister. I had succeeded in gaining a restraining order against my father and the police were constantly watching him, so I should have felt at ease but something kept nagging me at the back of my mind. It kept me up at night, like right now, I didn't know how to explain the feeling, just that something was wrong.

But I was probably just stressed, it had been a year and we had never been happier than we were now. Lizzie had made new friends, gotten a job, she was thriving and I was happy for her. But every time I felt myself relax the nagging would come back and I'd stiffen and be on alert again. The best way to explain it would be like the spider sense that SpiderMan had.

I did end up drifting off eventually, exhaustion winning the battle. When I woke up, I was alone. My dog was gone and Sam was gone, I could hear noise coming from the kitchen, it sounded like grease popping from someone making bacon.

I begrudgingly pulled myself from bed and pulled on my robe, I shuffled down the halls adn stairs and into the kitchen, where Sam was attempting to make bacon.

By attempting I mean burning. It was black. Singed. Coal. Whatever you want to call it, it was not bacon anymore.

"Sam?! What did you do?" I cried, Sam jumped and whirled around. I scowled, "I thought you were a good cook?" I demanded, Sam smiled sheepishly. "I never said that. I'm only really good at making pancakes and a few other things. Bacon has never been one of them. How are you supposed to know when it's cooked?" He questioned, flailing his hands around and pointing at the dead bacon.

"What temperature did you put it on, lava?" I questioned, this time Sam scowled. "Hey, at least I tried." He protested, I rolled my eyes. "You don't get points for trying." I teased.

"Anyway. You're supposed to take it out of the pan before it looks like a rat burnt by a flamethrower."

"Ugh. I try to do one nice thing-" Sam groans, watching me scrape the blackened bacon. "Ya know, this isn't how you make blackened bacon." I teased, I just couldn't stop. Sam glared at me but he was smiling underneath the scowl, I could tell.

I rinsed the pan out and grabbed a few new pieces of bacon. I flipped them every now and again.

The front door flew open and Lizzie stepped inside.

"I'm hoooooommmmmme!" She called, I smiled as she came into the kitchen and plopped her bag down on the floor. "How was the sleepover?" I asked, still tending to the bacon.

"It was great, I managed to figure out who her crush is! And we made these mud masks thingies!" She exclaimed and then she proceeded to tell me every single detail of her sleepover and then when she was out of story she skipped to another one that had literally nothing to do with the sleepover.

"What, did your friend not let you talk while over there?" I asked, Lizzie shrugged. "She did most of the talking. I like listening, it gets me more gossip." She said that with an evil grin twisted on her face. "Okay, don't go all evil gossip villain on me now!" I teased, holding my hands up in faux surrender.

Lizzie laughed and grabbed her bag before running up the stairs and locking herself in her bedroom.

I looked over to Sam, usually she stayed longer to talk. She always use to stay and talk but now she was often talking with friends, at work, or with friends. I didn't really mind, as long as she was happy, I was happy.

"Sam. When this is brown and crispy-not burnt- take it off the heat, okay?" I directed, Sam snorted but nodded. "I'm not a child, you know." He protested, but I silenced him with one look.

"I'm going to run to the store and get stuff for the barbeque tonight Are you alright staying here with Lizzie?" I asked, stopping in the entryway of the kitchen. "Yeah. Have fun." Sam agreed.

I entered my bedroom a moment later and changed into a thick pink sweater and blue jeans. I pulled my hair into a ponytail and called it good. I went back downstairs and stopped in the kitchen, just to make sure Sam wasn't butchering another innocent batch of bacon.

"Do you want anything from the store?" I asked, Sam shook his head. "Nope, but you have the list for everything we need?" He asked, I nodded and patted my pants pocket. Sam smiled and called goodbye to me as I got to the front door and pulled my waterproof boots on. It had been raining non stop and I didn't feel like walking around in soggy socks, yuck.

I grabbed my keys and purse and bolted down the driveway, through the rain, and to my car. I practically leapt into the car and slammed the door shut. The rain pounded against the car, making it sound like a tsunami outside.

I was careful with my drive to the store, multiple cars had wrecked due to the excess rain we had been getting. Forks got a lot of rain but the last week had been breaking records, literally.

When I got to the store, I looked for a parking spot closest to the doors but of course everyone else had the same idea. I ended up parking much farther away than I had wanted too but whatever, I'd get a little wet.

I didn't get a little wet. I drowned. My hair was dripping by the time I stepped into the store. Thankfully the owners had a brain and the store was nice and toasty.

I pulled the slightly soggy grocery list from my drenched pant pocket and read through it. A lot of people were coming to this barbeque and lots of people required lots of food.

I stopped by the bread aisle and grabbed cheeseburger buns, hotdog buns, and rolls. THen I grabbed hotdogs, cheeseburger patties, and a thing of pork for pulled pork. We already had ketchup, mustard, and all the rest of the condiments. I grabbed a couple bags of chips and some tasty drinks along with cupcakes for dessert. By the time I was done there was nothing left on the shopping list and I had a full cart.

Sam had offered to pay for the groceries but had declined. I was the one that wanted to have a barbeque, I had to at least pay for the food. Plus Sam said he'd cook the cheeseburgers, hotdogs, and pork.

I ran into one of the old ladies that worked at the boutique and we chatted for a little while before she proclaimed that she had to get going before her husband thought she was kidnapped.

The drive home was very uneventful, there was no good music on the radio. The only sound was the rain continuously slapping into the car. It was actually quite soothing.

When I got home, I honked the horn. It was a signal for Sam and Lizzie to come and help me haul groceries in so we only had to make one trip and not go back out into the rain.

The two came out rather quickly and then we were all shoving bags onto our arms and making a break for the front door. We were only mildly drenched.

Lizzie helped me put the food away and Sam proudly showed me the non-burned bacon, a true miracle.

Seth knocked on the door the second we finished putting everything away and in less than a blink of an eye, Lizzie was at the door and yanking it open. Seth smiled instantly when he saw her and Lizzie quickly ushered him into the house and out of the rain.

Seth talked to Sam and I before Lizzie dragged him upstairs. I kicked off my boots at the front door and plopped down on the couch. Sam sat next to me and we leaned against each other.

-A Few Hours Later-

Sam and I had fallen asleep on the couch, at some point Lizzie must have come downstairs and covered us in a blanket because it was draped over us and perfectly maneuvered to completely cover us.

I looked at the clock and it was already three thirty. Sam woke a little while later and we decided it was time to start getting ready for the barbeque. Miraculously the rain had cleared up and you could see the blue sky. It was truly a miracle seeing the blue sky in Forks.

While Sam cooked the pork, I got to work setting the covered outdoor table and getting food out like salads, pasta, potato salad, and chips. I set the cooler of drinks right next to the table, along with a space heater. The sky might have been out but it was still freezing.

By the time Sam was done with the Pulled Pork a few guests had already arrived, some brought food and others just brought smiles on their faces, which I was perfectly happy with.

Sam started the hotdogs and cheeseburgers as a third wave of friends arrived. Once Sam was done cooking we were all sitting at the table and eating.

My friends that I had made around town had come and I was talking to them. The pack had come and so had Sam's mother. The miracle weather made everyone very happy, everyone who lived in Forks needed a bit of vitamin D.

Lizzie and Sam were at the other end of the table, locked in a conversation that I couldn't hear. After a little while I ended up getting into a conversation with Sam's mom.

"Oh! Samy, I dropped something. Can you grab it for me?" Sam asked, breaking my attention from his mother. I smiled and nodded, "Yeah, hang on a minute." I slid from my chair and lifted the table cloth. I looked around the ground for a moment before something shining caught my attention. Was that what Sam dropped?

I grabbed the shiny thing and was perplexed to see that it was a ring. A diamond ring. A beautiful diamond ring. I stood and looked at Sam in confusion.

"Sam? Why do you have th-" But I cut myself off. Because Sam had taken my hand, and taken the ring. He was down on one knee and what was he doing?