Prompt: "Mother's Little Helper" by The Rolling Stones, prompt provided by Tricky Raven's Weekly Flashfic Challenge forum, week 18, Mother's Day prompts

A Pack of Their Own

Emily watched in sympathy as Bella Call shoved the screen door open, stumbling to an empty seat.

Moments after, Jessica Stanley-Black turned up at the front door, swearing under her breath. "Christ on a crutch—where did the peanut butter come from? Swear to god, I got dressed right out of the dryer. Jacob Black," she growled.

"What's he doing today?" Kim asked, newer to the cult of motherhood than the others.

"Something outside. That's all I asked—to not come home to an even bigger mess," she said as they filed through the Uley's front door.

Rachel slipped through the back door, plastering herself against it to cries of "Mommy!" followed by "Get back here, you little rugrat! Mom's got a bottle of whiskey with her name on it. We're going down to the beach with Uncle Jake."

"Boys, too?" the tiny voice asked.

"Yup, all of 'em," Paul's muffled voice responded as he turned the corner and picked up another toddler wailing for mommy.

"Yay!" The sound of tiny hands clapping in glee made Bella smile as she tipped whiskey into her tea and poured another for Rachel.

"Beach then, I guess." Jess shrugged.

Kim gaped, "Jake's taking seven boys under twelve years old to the beach … by himself?"

Jess waved her off. "It's not like he's carrying all of them. Most of 'em walk now. Enough to smear peanut butter on every goddamn thing I own," she muttered irritably.

Emily snickered and elbowed Bella as she took her seat. "What about yours? Any special Mother's Day plans?"

Bella blew her bangs out of her eyes—the result of her son's and his best friend, Six's efforts to surprise her early last week with a Mother's Day haircut and manicure—with safety scissors and finger paint while she slept. She pointed to her bangs, "Already had mine, remember? The haircut was Six's idea, from what I understand. They're going over to the Game Farm in Sequim today to see the tigers and llamas. Quil took them all hiking yesterday to apologize while Embry drove me to the salon and lunch. You'd think those two cut my hair themselves; a guilty look crosses their faces every time they catch my eye."

"So … if Quil's with Embry, where's L—"

"Good morning!" Leah breezed through the door, bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, and glowing with new life.

"Fuck off," Jess moaned, collapsing over the table.

"I'm with Jess. If that one—" Bella pointed at Leah's belly. "—is anything like his brother, you can forget my phone number right now. I'm never babysitting again."

"Shut it, Call," Leah thumped Bella's head. "Six did you a favor. You look ten years younger. Besides, I got the best Mother's Day gift on Friday," she preened, tapping her belly.

"Oh, god. Don't say it," Rachel whimpered.

"Twins!" Leah beamed, waving ultrasound pictures of the newest Atearas.

Bella snatched the pint of whiskey from Rachel's hand and glug-glugged her way to the bottom, rasping when she came up for air, "Congratulations."

A/N: Still deciding if I want to write more of these or more from this little AU. If you'd like to read more, let me know in the comments, and I'll see what I can do with the other prompts posted for this week.