Disclaimer: If I owned Twilight, I wouldn't be writing fan fiction.

Author Note: Okay for those who have been following my writing. This is the re-done and start of a new version of "Broken Fate". For those of you who didn't follow it's perfectly fine. Well I am so glad to be back writing this story; it's once again become my baby. I hope you all enjoy it.

Bella Pov

I awoke to the annoying sound of an alarm clock in my ear. Ugh, it was Monday. Monday's meant the beginning of an entirely to long of a week and work. I buried my head deeper into the pillows, wishing the damn thing would turn off and allow me to go back to sleep. I needed sleep; I craved it once the work week started. Sighing I slowly sat up and brushed my too long and messy hair out of my face.

I slowly got out of bed and made my way to the second bedroom in the small house that I rented. I as gently and quietly as I could opened the door. There sleeping peacefully lay my three year old son, Ethan. He was my world and pride and joy. I walked in and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. He stirred slightly before burrowing himself further in his pillow. I as quietly as I could backed out of the room.

I slowly walked back to my room and to my closet. I grabbed a pair of my favorite jeans along with a plain black long-sleeve shirt. All in all my work attire. I was lucky to be able to go comfortable at my job. I quickly grabbed a pair of black socks and clean underwear and a bra. I shuffled slowly to the bathroom, rubbing my sleep filled eyes along the way.

I quickly stripped, setting my clothes on the top of the toilet seat. I jumped in the shower, quickly adjusting the temperature to a desirable level. I loved extremely warm water; it always relaxed me and in the morning woke me up. I allowed the water to run over me for a few minutes. I tipped my head back gently running my fingers through it as the water did. I grabbed my favorite scent of shampoo, strawberry, and quickly squirted some into the palm of my hand. I gently massaged the fruity shampoo into my thick hair; my favorite part of a shower was washing my hair. I rinsed and quickly washed the rest of my body with bar of Dove soap.

I turned the shower off, jumping out and quickly wrapping my favorite fluffy towel around me. I dried off and quickly through on my underwear and bra. I didn't want to throw my clothes on because knowing my luck they'd be ruined before I left for work. I pulled out my hairdryer and began the process of drying my hair, which usually played the game of being difficult. I gently brushed my hair as I blow dried it, hoping for a straight affect. When I was done I looked in the mirror.

It always surprised me when my hair decided to cooperate. Lucky for me today was one of those days. My hair always appeared darker and richer in color that usual when blow dried. I decided on leaving it straight, pulling only a little bit up. I then brushed my teeth, using my favorite toothpaste, which was flavored cinnamon, I smiled showing off my straight and white teeth. I quickly applied some light make-up. A bit of eye shadow, mascara, and lip gloss. No blush was needed; I usually had a permanent one.

I quickly through on the rest of my clothes, feeling comfortable in them. I defiantly wasn't a person who dressed up fancy at all, mostly because I didn't have the money too. When I was finally done getting ready I headed into the kitchen to get some breakfast. I usually didn't have time to eat having to be at work most mornings by 5:30 to help open and get things ready. I grabbed a glass from the small cabinet above the sink and went to the refrigerator. I grabbed the orange juice and a yogurt. I poured some orange juice into the glass, before putting it back in the fridge. I took a large gulp, I didn't drink orange juice often, but I sure loved it. I jumped nearly dropping the glass at the telephone ringing. I quickly raced to get it, not wanting to wake Ethan up.


"Hey Bella, its Angela."

"Oh hey."

"I hate to do this to you, but I can't make it today. Ryan's got the flu and I can't leave him." I sighed; this put me in a tricky situation. Angela was Ethan's babysitter, while I was at work and Ryan was her two and half year old son.

"I don't want you to worry about it. I'm sure I can find someone else. I just want you to worry about taking care of your little guy."

"I'm really sorry. I should have called last night, but he just got sick this morning and I called as early as I could."

"Ang, please don't worry about it. Your son's your top priority and that's how it should be. I'll figure something out."

"Thank you, I've got to go, Ryan just got sick."

"Alright, call me later and let me know how he's doing."

"I will bye."

Before I could answer I was left with the dial tone. I quickly hung the phone up and set it on the counter. I didn't have a lot of friends. Being a single mom and not making much money excluded you from doing things with your child or for yourself. I quickly debated on weather or not to go to work, but decided I needed the money. I picked up the phone and dialed someone who I was sure would help.


"Hey Jazz, it's Bella."

"Hey Bella, I haven't talked to you in a while."

"I know, I've been so busy."

"Yeah, I know how that goes. Do you want to talk to Alice?"

"No, I actually need a favor."


"Is there anyway you could watch Ethan for me today. Angela just called and Ryan's sick, so she's staying home with him. I don't really know of anyone else to call."

"Of course I can watch Ethan. I haven't seen my favorite nephew in a while."

"Thank you so much, I can drop him off on the way to work."

"That's fine, although I hate for him to have to get up. How about I just come there instead?"

"That would work, listen I've got to go. Thank you so much for this, I seriously owe you one."

"No, that's friends are for. I've got to get ready, but I'll be over in oh twenty minutes."

"That's fine. Bye Jazz."

"Bye Bells."

I hung up the phone thanking god that I had people in my life like Jasper and his fiancé Alice. They were extremely close friends of mine, basically like a brother and sister. They were constantly watching out for Ethan and I making sure we were always taken care of. Alice has been my best friend since my senior year of high school. She has always supported me and stood by me. She was constantly energetic and reminded me of a small pixie. Jasper was soft spoken and calm, always ready to lend an ear and give words of advice and wisdom. I loved them both dearly and they were affectionately referred to as "Aunt" and "Uncle" by Ethan.

I looked at the small clock hanging on the wall. It was exactly 5:45. I had to be to work in 15 minutes. Luckily it was only a ten minute drive from my house. The doorbell rang and I quickly raced to get it. I opened it to see Jasper standing there an amused smile on his face.

"Come on in." I motioned my hand, stepping aside to allow him entrance.

"Is Ethan asleep?"

"Yeah, he didn't feel too good last night."

"I guess it's a good thing I came over instead."

"Yeah, I would love to chat more, but I've got to be to work in well, shoot now ten minutes. Alice is going to shoot me." Jasper chuckled.

"No, she'll just punish you with a makeover."

"Oh the horror."

I quickly walked back to my bedroom grumbling and threw on my favorite pair of black flats. I grabbed my winter coat and purse before heading to Ethan's room. I gently opened the door and quickly walked over, bending down and giving him a kiss on the forehead. I quickly shut the door and raced back down the hall where Jasper remained standing.

"Okay, so you know were everything is, feel free to take Ethan somewhere."


"Okay, bye." I walked over gently pecking Jasper on the cheek before grabbing my car keys and racing out the door, hoping I wasn't going to be too late.

Author Note: Okay Chapter 1 is complete. I hope it was acceptable, especially to those who know this is a re-done version. I plan to update sometime tomorrow or Saturday. Reviews are love. Oh and Constructive Criticism is more than welcome, just remember to tell me what you think is wrong with my story. Flames with go to a fire to roast marshmellows. : )