Disclaimer- Not Stephenie Meyer. Never was. Never will be. Lyrics by Say Anything.

And if I could swim, I'd swim out to you in the ocean,
Swim out to where you were floating in the dark.
And if I was blessed, I'd walk on the water you're breathing,
To lend you some air for that heaving sunken chest.

'Cause they chose you as the model for their empty little dreams,
With your new head and your legs spread like a filthy magazine.
And they hunt you, and they gut you, and you give in...

And if I was brave, I'd climb up to you on the mountain,
They led you to drink from their fountain, spouting lies.
And I'd slay the horrible beast they commissioned
To steer me away from my mission to your eyes.
And I'd stand there, like a soldier, with my foot upon his chest,
With my grin spread, and my arms out, in my bloodstained Sunday's best,
And you'd hold me, and remind you who you are... under their shell...

I'd walk through hell for you, let it burn right through my shoes
These soles are useless without you
Through hell for you, let the torturing ensue;
My soul is useless without you...

And if they send a whirlwind, I'd hug it like a harmless little tree
Or an earthquake, I'd calm it, and I'd bring you back to me,
And I'd hold you in my weak arms like a first born

I'd walk through hell for you, let it burn right through my shoes,
these soles are useless without you
Through hell for you, let the torturing ensue
My soul is usless without you..
(through hell for you)
(through hell for you)
Without you, without you...
(through hell for you)
Without you
(through hell for you)

Now I've walked through hell for you
What's an adventurer to do,
But rest these feet at home with you?

“A day in the life of the incredibly lucky Michael Newton,” my husband said at my side. I rolled over onto my side in of the bed to gaze onto upon him. His hair was sticking up all over the place. He was so cute. He smiled at me, with his eyes still closed. “Are you looking at me, Bells?”

“Yeah,” I said.

He opened his eyes. “Now, I can start my day.” He leaned over and kissed me, then my growing stomach.

I was looking forward to a weekend with “the girls-” Angela, Alice, and Rosalie. They were throwing my baby shower while the Swan/Newton men were going on a fishing trip. We were our own family, we did everything together, every holiday, every picnic, every special occasion. I laid in the bed for a few more minutes while Mike got into the shower. I had all morning to get ready, whereas, Charlie and Dave were picking Mike up in an hour. All his camping and fishing gear was in the living room, packed and ready to go. I hated being apart from him, but he needed some guy time, and a chance to bond with my Dad. Charlie sometimes liked him, sometimes he didn’t, especially after he caught us in bed in my room.

I fought the urge to join him in the shower, he’d never be ready by the time Charlie and Dave came by. I was becoming more and more round every day, and I wasn't sure I'd fit in the shower with him anyway. I was only five months, but I couldn’t imagine getting any bigger, unfortunately it was inevitable.

He walked out of the bathroom in a towel, winked at me and dropped the towel. He was just toying with me as he dressed. I got up to brush my teeth and walked to the kitchen to make breakfast. I put on a hot pot of a coffee with a few extra cups for our fathers, and made some oatmeal. They needed something with whole grains in it for energy, all the hiking they’d be doing would surely wear them out. I was sorry I wasn’t going. I used to go on these fishing trips with Mike, but being this pregnant, Mike didn’t want me taking any chances.

Mike came downstairs in our little rented house, he kissed the ultrasound picture taped to our refrigerator before kissing me, again. I handed him a cup of coffee just the way he liked it, a little cream, no sugar, just as Charlie and Dave pulled up.

“Morning, Bells,” Charlie said, coming in the front door.

“Hi, Dad,” I said, kissing him on the cheek.

“Morning, Michael, Bella,” Dave said, coming inside. “Are you all packed, Mike?”

“Yes sir, I am,” Mike said.

“Good. It looks like it’s going to rain the whole time,” Dave said.

“What’s new in Forks,” Charlie muttered. “It might even snow.”

“I made some extra coffee if you want to top off before you go,” I said.

“Sorry you’re not coming this time, Bells,” Charlie said, holding out his mug.

“Me too,” I said, pouring more coffee for him. I liked a good hike, although I usually ended up tripping and spraining something. Mike always carried me home, always complaining about how such a little girl could be so heavy, making all our friends laugh, although this was the fattest I had ever been.

“Well, we’ll take you, soon,” Charlie said. “And little Gene.”

Gene. That was the name we had decided on for our son. We knew we were having a boy and I had said that I wanted to name him after his father. Mike, of course, didn’t want to have another Mike running around, and he didn’t want him to be called Eugene, his middle name, so instead we decided we’d call him Gene.

Alice’s VW Beetle pulled up in front of our house and I saw her and Jasper get out, with a few bags from Party City. I was surprised she was on time. She had been entertaining her mysterious doctor cousin that was doing a stint in the ER here in Forks with a prestigious internship program. I had yet to meet him, he was so busy. We had a hard time keeping doctors in this area because of the lack of population. Alice let herself in the front door. “Hey, everybody!” she cried, pulling back her hood. Jasper was right behind her.

“Hiya, Alice!” Charlie cried, taking her into a hug. “Hi, Jasper.”

“Hi, Charlie,” she said. “How is everything?”

“It’s good,” Charlie said.

“Are you guys ready to go and leave Bella in our capable hands?” Alice asked, wrapping her arms around me.

“Don’t let her ride any motorcycles up and down the drive at midnight,” Mike joked.

“Rose and Emmett are going to be here with the food, soon,” Jasper said. “Jacob and Ang are supposed to be here with the balloons, but they’re never on time, anyways.”

“That’s what happens when you have kids,” Dave said gruffly, pouring a cup of coffee for himself.

“I was on time until Bella moved in with me,” Charlie said.

“You're so funny, Dad,” I replied.

“I have plans for the decorations,” Alice said, ignoring us, continuing with her crusade to make this the perfect Victorian-themed Baby Shower ever. "I'm going to need to move the Stars

Wars memorialibia on the mantle, though."

“Just as long as I don’t come home to a permanently redecorated house,” Mike said, scraping the last of his oatmeal out of his bowl. “I like my man-cave, don’t touch my Indiana Jones movie posters! If there’s anything on Han Solo or Mal Reynolds, either-”

“I hear you, man,” Jasper said, bumping fists with him.

“Have a good time,” I said as Mike got up from the table. “I’ll protect your man-cave.” That had a double-meaning for us. He smiled when he kissed me.

“I love you. Never forget that,” he said, softly.

“I love you, too,” I whispered, my eyes locked on his. “Have a good time.”

A/N- I identify with Mike because he’s the good-hearted guy who never gets the girl. I was always the good girl who never got the guy. Nice guys/girls finish last, huh, Mike? Well, Mike didn’t finish last in my fanon! He got the girl and she’s crazy about him, too. They’re super-happy together, so what can go wrong? Well…

Since I’m so sick of seeing Mike Newton getting picked on as being the bastard or comic relief in Twilight fanfics, I thought I’d write one with him as the good guy, although not the hero. I sort of identify with him. I think that if Edward hadn’t ever been in the picture in Forks, Bella would have eventually given into Mike’s persistence and gone out on a date with him, and magic would have happened. I also believe in Jake and Angie, just like I believe in fairies (if you believe in fairies, clap your hands! :snorts:). We all know Mike is a bit of a dork, though, and I sort of have a thing for skinny, nerdy white boys, so I made him a movie geek, but a cute one that Bella's crazy about. All the rest are cannon couples.