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Hi Everyone! I'm Back! After completing Carlisle's Angels I decided to focus on this one since I was getting all kinds of ideas for it. I'm incredibly nervous about posting this though. The decision to write a sequel wasn't one I made lightly and I wouldn't have done it if I didn't feel that Edward and Bella hadn't told me their entire story. I'm very happy with the way my outline for this story turned out but still.....I'm completely freaked out with the fact that I'm ruining everything (yeah, I'm a complete drama queen)

If you read the AN in the epilogue of My Mistakes were Made for You you'll know that this story will bring heartfail but we won't be getting to that for quite a few chapters. The build up will be slow and gradual and there will be plenty of fluff and banter before we get there.

This story picks up about four months after the events in My Mistakes' epilogue., though there will be flashbacks dealing with events in the past.

Okay. On with the show.......

It's good to be back?

September 2009

"My fingertips are holding onto the cracks in our foundations....and I know that I should let go, but I can't......." The voice of Kate Nash sang through the room, waking me up with all of her bitching and whining about her failed relationship.

I groaned, rolling over in bed with my head still buried in my pillow as I slammed the button on my alarm clock, killing all evil sounds.

How could anyone sing so chipper about losing the person I assumed she had been crazy about at one point? If it were me I would be totally devastated. But then again......I couldn't imagine myself ever being in a situation like hers. Not with Edward by my side.

Edward.

I reached over to the other side of the bed, feeling for the warm, godlike body of my husband but sighed with discontentment when my hand found nothing but empty tangled bedlinen. Of course I knew the bed would be empty apart from me. Edward had already left. He had an early shift today, allowing him to pick Libby up from school and spending some alone time with both of our kids before I got home.

I envied him. It was stupid really. For almost four moths I had had unlimited time with Masen and over the summer with Libby as well. How could I be jealous of my wonderful husband when he got one afternoon with them.

The answer was simple: because I wouldn't be there. For the first time since he was born I wouldn't be near my little boy. I would be stuck in a classroom filled with college undergraduates working on my career.

Why did I think that was a good idea again? Had it really been because I was too stubborn to give in to Edward's suggestion of staying at home for one more semester?

I knew Edward was worried sick about me going back to work. He was afraid that juggling motherhood and my job would be too much. I knew he would be watching me like a hawk for signs of nervous exhaustion and would step in as soon as he saw the first cracks on the surface. The saddest thing was that right now I was more than willing to let him. Now that the first day of the new semester was finally here I wasn't so sure anymore if I really had made the right decision. Was I really as ready to be parted from my baby boy as I thought myself to be?

No.

I wanted this.

For almost four months I had been whining about missing work and doing what I could with the limited resources I had at home. I couldn't just back out now that the moment had come for me to go back. I just had to man – er....woman – up and get through this day.

I loved teaching and I loved my job........But I also loved my son.

"Mommy wake up!" Libby squealed, bounding into my room pixie style before flinging herself on the mattress next to me. At least she was already fully dressed and – judging by the look of it – ready to go.

"Give me a minute sweetie."

"But it's my first day in second grade!" she yelled, effectively killing all hopes I had of waking up slowly.

"Why don't you go wait downstairs and I'll be down in a minute, okay?" I groaned, knowing there was no fighting her off once Libby got into full action mode. She had probably been up since five AM, working herself into a frenzy over her first day back at school, so I really couldn't even blame her for being all perky and active at this ungodly hour.

"Okay," she shrugged before hopping down from the bed again. "Daddy left you these."

I pried one eye open seeing Libby holding a perfect bush rose in one hand and a little envelope in the other. "He left them on the bed but they fell when I jumped on."

"That's okay sweetie," I croaked, taking both of them from her as she skipped out of the room again.

Opening the little envelope I spotted a small note holding a message written in Edwards elegant script.

The rose reminded me of you: beautiful and with a blush that could melt even the coldest of hearts. Good luck on your first day back my love. I will be thinking of you all day.

Edward.

A tear slipped down my cheek as I read his wonderful message. How he had found the time to think of amazing romantic things like that I didn't know. With the end of his residency crawling closer every day he had been very busy of late.

I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and wrote him a gushing message, knowing that he would probably be in surgery right now, my eyes flickering to the note and the rose about every second. When I was done I took a quick shower and brushed my teeth before walking back into my room again with a towel draped around my body to where two outfits were waiting for me on the love seat next to my closet door.

My eyes darted from one pile of clothes to the other. I knew which of the two I wanted to wear today but that wasn't the most important question I needed to be asking myself right now. The most important question was would I dare choose the outfit I had selected and risk invoking the wrath of the fashion fairy?

"It's only clothes," I muttered annoyed at my own hesitance. "And anyway, it's not as if she'd notice...."

I quickly grabbed the pile consisting of my own comfortable yet dressy straight legged dark gray pants, matching tailored jacket and thin deep blue blouse and started pulling them on. Alice had yawned at my selection and casually asked me if I wanted to bore my students to death before the class had even started before pulling out a garment bag holding her ideal 'first day back' outfit.

I snorted, looking over at the carefully laid out selection of clothes my sister in law had left for me. Imagine me wearing a skirt so tight you could only move by hopping forward and a very fashionable yet highly uncomfortable ocher blouse. It was the new power suit according to Alice but the only power I could see it having over me was the ability to make me flat on my face and embarrass the hell out of myself.

Nope, I liked my choice better and it sure felt a lot better on my body.

I slipped into a pair of dark blue ballet flats before making my way over to the nursery to feed my little boy and get him ready for his first day in the care of another person.

Much to my joy Masen was starting to look more like his daddy every day. His eyes had turned to that same bright green color I loved so much and even right after he was born it was clear his hair was just as stubborn as Edwards was as well. It even had that same reddish glow about it though it appeared Masen's hair was just a touch darker than Edwards.

Edward had been amazing over the last couple of months and with every little note or flower he had left for me I felt myself falling more and more in love with him. My pregnancy had been so much easier with him being there, taking care of me even when he had to work crazy hours at the hospital. I knew he wanted to make up for everything he had missed with Libby and even though I had to slow him down at some point to keep him from keeling over with exhaustion, the sparkle in his eyes whenever he sat on the couch with Masen in his arms and Libby hanging over him made me feel like the luckiest woman that ever lived. I still didn't think I deserved him but I wasn't as afraid of losing him as I had been. The things we had gone through had made us stronger and having Masen had only solidified that bond.

I hated having to wake Masen up for his feeding. It felt unnatural to wake a child when he was still sleeping but unfortunately it had to be done if I was going to make it out of the house in time. Masen had to be fed and bathed and I couldn't do that while he was asleep.

I had to admit I would probably feel even worse then I was feeling right now if I had to hand him over to a complete stranger in a couple of hours. The thing that was holding me together right now was the fact that it was Rose, my formidable sister in law, who would be taking care of him until Edward would pick him up this afternoon.

I trusted Rose. I knew she was a great mother to little Charlie and that she would be an excellent babysitter for my little boy but that didn't mean I liked being away from him just one bit.

Be strong Bella. You can handle this. You have to handle this. Remember the promise you made yourself all those years ago when you were pregnant with Libby.......

If I was being completely honest with myself I would have to admit that part of my eagerness to get back to work still had to do with the things my mom had said to me when she had found out I was pregnant and the promise I had made to myself after my breakdown. I would proof that being a mother wouldn't stand in the way of achieving whatever goal I had set for myself. And I was determined to – one day – be a university professor.

After taking care of Masen's needs I brought him downstairs with me where Libby had already prepared herself a bowl of cereal and was munching her breakfast down while watching some noisy cartoon.

"What did I tell you about watching television in the morning?" I asked, scolding myself for not paying more attention to her. I clearly had to work out a better morning routine. "I don't mind it that much sweetheart," I sighed, seeing the guilty loom on my daughters face, "but you know you have to ask me first."

"Sorry mom," she said in a tiny voice. "Can Masen sit with me while you have breakfast?"

"Sure honey," I said, carefully pushing the baby chair next to Libby.. "Just be careful."

"Of course," she huffed indignantly. Libby was crazy about her little brother and took every opportunity she got to take care of him. I had been a bit nervous about that at first – what with her being so young – but she took my breath away. Between my clumsiness and her gentle care I sometimes even thought Masen was safer in her tiny little hands!

I fixed myself a quick bowl of cereal, poured a glass of OJ and a huge mug of strong coffee as I heard Libby prattle on and on about how she thought her day would go, Masen answering her in his own little language while trying to reach for her breakfast.

"No silly!" Libby laughed, taking his tiny hand in hers as she scooped up another spoonful of her breakfast. "That's mine! You already had your breakfast and if you eat too much your tummy will hurt and you'll feel all yucky."

I snorted at her repeating the same things I had told her over and over again, all be it in her own Libby way. Masen found it less amusing. He let out a frustrated wail as Libby moved a little further away from him, protecting her cereal from Masen's tiny hands.

"And how are you going to eat it anyway?" she continued scolding him as she scooped up another spoonful of her breakfast. "You don't even have any teeth silly!"

My fun was cut short by the ringing of the phone. "Bella Cullen," I announced picking up.

"You'd better be wearing the clothes I picked out for you," a high-pitched voice warned.

"Sure I am," I lied, glad Alice wasn't able to see me right now. "And good morning Alice."

"Hi," she replied quickly. "Now go upstairs and change right now," she commanded.

"Why on earth would I do that?" I quipped.

"Because you're wearing those ugly clothes you picked. Now go change."

"Listen Alice," I growled, annoyed that not only had the little pixie guessed that I had been lying to her but also by the way she bossed me around. "It's my life. I'm wearing what I want to wear."

"But....."

"If you wanted me to wear whatever you picked then you should have chosen something you knew I would be comfortable with. Not something so preposterous I would be laughed out of my classroom before I even stepped into it. It's university, not the runway."

"Sorry," she sighed. "I guess I did get a little carried away."

"What was up with that?" I asked while one handedly throwing the things I needed for work into my bag. "You usually get it right."

"It's just that so much stuff has been going on lately.....," she sighed. "Would it be okay if I came over later today?"

"I have to work all afternoon but you're welcome to drop by after I'm done," I replied. "Edward's finished early today. He's been missing you."

"I know," she said. "I miss him as well but I kind of want to talk to you alone...."

"Would tomorrow afternoon be okay?" I suggested "I've got a class at eleven but I'll be done after that."

"That's great," she assured me, completely back to her old chipper self. "I'll bring the cookies."

"Sure Alice," I chuckled. "Love ya."

"Good luck Bella!" she squealed before hanging up. A look at the clock told me I was officially running behind.

"Libby baby, are you ready?' I called through the house.

"All done mommy," Libby squealed, jumping up and down in front of me dressed to the nines in her pale yellow summer coat and the brand new outfit Alice and she had put together.

"Good sweetie," I praised, accumulation all of my own stuff before safely securing Libby and Masen in their car seats and making my way to Rose's.

My car – a brand new dark blue Audi A6 – still had that new car smell that made it kind of foreign to me. I was sure, however, that between Masen, Libby and myself we'd remedy that soon enough.

The car had been a present from Edward when I was pregnant. He thought having my own car would make life a little easier for me.

I guess no one told him that with me being pregnant and hormonal doing something that would usually just piss me off - such as spending insane amounts of money on a car I didn't even need – would invoke a nuclear reaction.

My poor baby.

It had been two days before I even allowed him to come close enough to apologize, and refused to even look at the car for another week. I guess he would be mightily smug if he knew just how much I had grown to like my car. Not, of course, because it was expensive and could go faster than anyone had business driving in an urban setting, but because it got me around town much faster than my own two feet could, something that came in handy when two small kids caused you to be late for just about everything.

As I made my way through the busy morning rush hour traffic I thought back on my slightly strange conversation with Alice. I guess her more bossy than usual behavior had something to do with her crazy schedule of late.

Though she was a fashion obsessed, sometimes frighteningly shallow little thing she was also a very shrewd business woman who had an uncanny ability to be at the right place at the right time. Somehow this ability had allowed her to prosper even in a time where the economy made the life of a personal stylist virtually impossible.

She had somehow through her work attracted the attention of the movie world and had been asked, just about a year ago, to be the chief wardrobe stylist for a movie about the life of some highclass New York fashionista. Since then the movie had become a huge success and Alice had been bombarded as 'the next best thing' in styling or – as some magazine Alice pushed into my face called her – the Rachel Zoe for people who do like to eat.

Of course Alice had to explain that one to me.

Her relationship with Jasper was still going strong. They were still living together in my old apartment and – even though I hadn't seen as much as I would like of the two of them lately – were doing great.

After a summer of doubts Jasper had decided to stay on at Columbia Prep. He figured that if he could hold out for another year the Volturi offspring – and with them most of his issues with the school – would be gone. Fortunately for him both Jane and Alec had ended up in poor Max Medina's class, driving the man insane with all of their questions and snide remarks.

Zafrina had not been so lucky. Apparently Jane thought herself quite the artist and nothing Zafrina could have said or done could persuade her otherwise. According to Zafrina poor Jane had the aesthetic abilities of a giraffe and the imagination of a housefly but she still thought she was the next best thing. The day Zafrina told her she had failed the class – thus ending Jane's dream of being the next Van Gogh and messing up her academic record – had been a memorable day in the schools history indeed.

Aro had been furious, both with Jane for being a failure and with Zafrina for having the nerve to 'award' his precious offspring a D minus for her work of art, and had stomped through the school like a mammoth in heat. In the end it had lead to a classic standoff in the middle of the corridor in which Zafrina had told Aro to go screw himself and his lousy job before she walked out of the building amidst loud cheers from the pupils and even some of the staff. She was now working part time as a tour guide at MoMa while working on her own projects as well.

"Why can't I take Masen to school with me mommy?" Libby questioned as we were waiting in front of a stoplight. "I want to show everyone how cute my little brother is."

"Maybe some other time when I don't have to work sweetheart," I smiled, shooting a quick glance at her via the rear view mirror before turning into the street where Rose and Emmett lived. Edward would have been proud to see me driving above the 'granny limit' as he called it. Proud or completely livid since I had our two children in the car with me.

We managed to get to Rose and Emmet's apartment right on schedule and as Libby greeted the doorman with her usual enthusiasm I lifted Masen out of the car seat and wrapped him up tightly in my arms. It would be hard to leave him today, since it was the first day we would be spending the majority of our time apart.

I remembered going through the same thing with Libby, though it had been even harder with her. It was just a phase, or so I kept telling myself. Just another step in being a mother to my child. I could do this. I could be a good mom and a good university teacher. Even if I had to abandon my little Masen for now.......

"Hard day?" Rose smirked as she opened the door to see me buried in the stroller, breathing in Masen's scent as tears started leaking out of my eyes.

"You have no idea," I sighed.

"Or wouldn't you rather....."

"Stop it Rose," I growled, handing my baby over to her with a heavy heart. "Did Edward pay you to ask me that?"

"Nope," she giggled. "I went through the same thing, remember?"

"Yeah, I know," I sighed, rolling my eyes.

Rose had gone back to work when Charlie was about six months old but it had taken her only a few hours to decide she wasn't cut out to be a working mom. At least....not one who worked at the offices of a fashion magazine. She had quit her job the moment that realization hit her and never looked back. Over the last couple of months she had helped Alice out with the administrative aspects of her job and had started her own little project: working on a baby brother or sister for Charlie.

"You'll make it work babe," she reassured me. "If there's anyone who can it's you. Now go kick some university ass."

"Rose!" I hissed, looking between my sister in law and Libby who was still standing next to me.

"Yeah well.....you know what I meant," she chuckled. "Now go before I chase you out of the building!"

"Fine," I sighed, kissing Masen one last time. "His bottles are in the diaper bag and....."

"I'm sure I'll manage," Rose interrupted me. "Now shoo."

"But....."

"Out!" she growled.

"Fine," I sighed. "Be nice to auntie Rose, baby." Masen didn't even stir as I kissed him one last time before Rose pushed me over the threshold and practically slammed the door shut in my face.

"Bitch!" I growled.

"Isn't that a bad word?" Libby giggled next to me.

"Mommy didn't say that," I blushed, herding Libby back into the elevator.

"Yes you did," Libby replied indignantly. "I heard you. I'm not stupid."

"Okay," I sighed. "I said it and you're right. It is a dirt word. Please don't repeat it and NEVER tell daddy I used a bad word in front of you."

"Don't worry mommy," Libby beamed, taking my hand. "I pinky swear never to tell daddy."

"That's sweet of you," I smiled back before strapping her back into her car seat. "Now let's get you to school."

"Yay!" Libby squealed, clapping her hands together. I had never seen a kid more eager to go to school than my daughter. She loved learning new things and testing her own little theories. Plus, with her begin a very social and outgoing little girl school and all of the new friends to be made there, were just fun.

Libby kept firing questions at me about a thousand little things on our short drive over to the school. She would remark on strange things she saw in the street, words she didn't understand or her own little theories behind those words. It was actually a good thing I had her with me in the car to take my mind off leaving my son behind or I would have been bawling like a little kid right now. As it was I would just have to suck it up and act as cheerful as I could while dropping Libby off at her school.

"We're here!" she yelled as we pulled up in front of the tall brick building that housed the school.

"Wait for me to come help you out of the car," I warned, seeing how she was already starting to unfasten the claps of her car seat. I knew she couldn't get out of the car on her own because of the childproof locks but she had to learn how to be patient and listen to what other people were saying or she would slowly morph into some kind of Hermione Granger type smartass.

I walked her into the building to introduce her and myself to her new teacher, a strong looking woman with a kind smile, as Libby darted off to chat with some of her classmates before coming back to demand I take a look at the class's pet rabbit.

"I've got to go now sweetie," I sighed, "be good to your teacher and don't ask too many questions okay? Let her get used to you before you open fire."

"Okay mommy," she squealed, her arms wrapping around my neck as she placed a big, sloppy kiss on my cheek. "Bye bye!" She disentangled herself from me before skipping into the classroom leaving me standing there in front of the windows with a huge smile on my lips.

My baby was all grown and on her way to pawn second grade. I hoped her teacher knew what she was in for.

My smile vanished as soon as I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall in front of me. Almost nine. Crap! I had wanted to be really really early on my first day back but now I had to settle for 'just' early. With my first real class starting in 'T' minus two hours I knew I would be cutting it close if I wanted to stick to my own, carefully planned out, schedule.

I crossed the street and navigated around the university campus, once again thankfull that Libby's school was so close to work. I parked my car and made my way over to the Philosophy Hall where the English Literature and Humanities staff resided.

It was like I had never left even though between my maternity leave and the summer holiday I had been away for quite a while. I had worked for as long as I was possible while pregnant with Masen, much to both Edward and professor Bell's frustration. The two of them had been fussing over me like a bunch of mother geese up to the point where I started suspecting they had made a pact to get me to go home and be bored to death waiting for the baby to come out.

I loved my job even though I had missed teaching at first. Sure, Stefan had allowed me to teach some of the classes in the Core Curriculum dealing with 19th century English literature – my field of expertise – but it wasn't the same as being responsible for a group of students and working towards something. For the most part, however, I had busied myself doing research and coursework for my doctorate degree.

I had worked my ass off that first year to get everything done before giving birth, trying to get the coursework completed before going on maternity leave so that I could start working on the research for my doctoral thesis when I got back.

I made it, though I still don't know how I managed. I had to admit that being around me those last few months probably hadn't been much fun. I had tried to make it up to Libby and Edward by taking them out on little trips and just by doing little things for them at home, even though with the new baby to take care of I hadn't done as much as I would have liked. I would have to make it up to them as soon as I got my new routine up and running.

I walked into the corridor where the offices of the English Literature teaching staff were located while trying to come up with something romantic to do with Edward on the weekend when the voice of Stefan Bell, my former university professor and current supervisor drifted through the open door of his office.

"Bella my dear! It's so good to have you back again."

"Good morning, professor," I smiled, stepping into his office.

"How often do I have to tell you to start calling me Stefan?" he chuckled.

"Always once more, sir," I retorted. I had been completely dumbfounded those first few weeks working with all of my old professors. Even now, after working there for more than a year, I still had trouble calling them by their first names. It just didn't sound right.....

"I'll make you forget you were my student one day," he mused. "But until then I will just have to resign myself to being your professor. Now pray tell me....how are you this fine morning?"

"Good," I shrugged. "A little nervous."

"And why might that be?" he inquired, folding his hands underneath his chin and leaning his head on them while peeking at me over the thick rims of his antique looking glasses. "I know that the strange breed knowns as the student population of these hallowed halls may seen like a barbarian horde descending upon us poor unsuspecting teachers but really.....apart from some nasty personal hygiene issues and somewhat less than wholesome extracurricular activities they are fine once you get to know them. Nothing to be scared about."

"You've been reading too much Shakespeare," I laughed, shaking my head at him. "And it's not the students I'm nervous about. At least....not per se. It's more that I'm a bit anxious about how they are going to react to me."

"You mean to you being a mere humble teaching fellow instead of a professor?" he asked.

"Yes,"I nodded. "You could put it like that."

"Don't worry your pretty little head my dear," professor Bell soothed. "I am sure your students will recognize your quality when they see it. You have an excellent knowledge of the course you'll be teaching this semester and – knowing you – you will be more than prepared for every eventuality that may ensue."

I chuckled. He knew me too well. Over the last few months I had invested every spare moment I had in organizing this class. Sure, the topic it dealt with – nineteenth century English literature – was right up my alley, but that didn't mean I shouldn't be prepared.

"Are you sure you're ready to start working again?" Stefan asked, leaning slightly forward as his face went from amused to concerned. "You know....I would be happy to take over your classes if you feel like waiting a little while longer......."

"Will you please stop fussing over me like?" I laughed. "I'm not as brittle as all of your frail Victorian heroins!"

"You tell yourself that Bella my dear," Stefan smiled. "Someone has to look out for you, even if you don't."

"Has Edward been sending a group memo to everyone I know?" I huffed. What was it with everyone thinking I was going to collapse any minute? Did they really think me that weak? "I can take care of myself you know? I'm a grown woman!"

"We only ask you those things because we care about you," he replied a little shaken by the fierceness of my reaction. "Combining motherhood with a challenging and fairly new job has to be difficult and...."

"I know," I sighed. "And I'm sorry for the way I snapped at you. It's just that with everyone treating me like I can fall apart at any moment I'm starting to doubt myself at times."

"That was the last thing I intended to do," the professor answered. "Just know that if you need me I will be here. I know I'm supposed to be your supervisor but I'd like to think of us as friends too. I know we were before you started out here."

"You are," I assured him, patting his hand as I stood. "And I feel comforted by your concern for my wellbeing, even if I have a strange way of showing it. Wish me luck."

"You don't need it," he smiled, squeezing my hand slightly. "I know you'll do great. You have it in you to make an exceptional professor Bella. Don't doubt that."

"Thank you," I said, making my way towards the door. His words made me feel a little bit better equipped to face my first class.

One one more hour before it started.

I spend that hour going over the syllabus and my notes one final time to see if I had everything I needed. This first class would be just an introduction to the course and a read through of the required texts, but I wanted to give my students a good idea of what I expected of them.

"Professor Cullen?" A girl I didn't recognize came in holding a stack of papers.

"Yes?" I asked, looking up from my papers. It still felt strange being called a professor. Strange and slightly wrong. I knew it was common practice to address the teaching staff of the university by that title but I hadn't earned that yet. I guess I would just have to get used to it.

"I have a revised version of the list of students enrolled in your class," she announced timidly, placing a document ion my desk.

"Ah, thank you," I replied, trying to reassure her with a smile. "You're new here?"

"I am," she nodded. "I only started out here today. I'm Jenny Healy, third year English student."

"Bella Cullen," I replied, shaking her hand. "But then again...you probably knew that already."

"I better get going," she said, blushing slightly. "I have all these papers to deliver before everyone leaves for their classes."

"Good luck," I called after her.

"Good luck to you too," she waved before she disappeared down the corridor.

Noticing the time I realized I had to move if I wanted to make it to my classroom in time to prepare. I studied the list of students as I made my way through the building, smiling when I recognized some of the names from the few classes I had taught last year and even some from my days as a highschool teacher.

However when I came to the bottom of the paper my smile faltered and I stopped dead in my tracks, scanning the paper more closely to see if I maybe I was wrong.

Nope. There it was, in clear bold printed letters.

J.A. Volturi.

I knew those initials well. I had seen them dozens of times. They stood for Jane Arabella Volturi. The former bane of my existence.

"Damn!" I muttered, feeling all my carefully built up confidence deflate. I thought the little miscreant had her mind set on studying law at Harvard. What the hell was she doing here?

"Okay Bella," I whispered, giving myself a much needed pep talk as I stood on the threshold of the classroom. "You can do this. Think happy thoughts."

Jane is back! Will she be changed or will she still be up to her old antics?

I know this chapter may seem a little awkward at times. It's because I'm finding it a little harder than anticipated to pick up where I left off with the epilogue of My Mistakes. I hope this chapter wasn't too awkward though.

What will Bella be thinking off to mentally arm herself for the first showdown with Jane? Her 'happy thoughts' will be discussed in the second chapter, which is going to be a flashback chapter. There will be more of those throughout this story though only a few will be told in Bella's POV.

For the time being I won't be able to update as often as I was for My Mistakes. For now I will only post one chapter a week but as soon as I get back into my rhythm I might be able to go back to posting twice a week again.

Please let me know what you thought of this while I go chew on what's left of my nails.