AN. OK soooo… first fan-fiction so go easy on me. It'll only get better (I hope!) tell me what you think my lovelies. Remember that I don't mind any CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. =]

I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT. No malicious intent and all that lovely stuff.

On with the story…

Bella's P.O.V.

I hate Mondays.

I hate mornings

The only thing I hate more than that are Monday-fucking-mornings. Even at the age of 35, that inner teenager came creeping back when my alarm went at the beginning of each week.

Something I'm sure I managed to pass onto my daughter, Abby.

Unfortunately for both of us, it was Monday morning, and we did have to get up. She needed to go to school and I had to go to work at my job as a book editor.

I sighed heavily, rolled out of bed and strolled downstairs to see my beautiful brown haired, brown-eyed daughter lazily eating a slice of toast.

"Morning Abs!" I greeted her.

In response, she turned her head vaguely in my direction and waved her toast yielding hand at me.

It was moments like this that reminded me she was still a teenager. She was 16 years old, had inherited my hair, my eyes and unfortunately my extreme lack of ability to walk on a flat surface without falling face first to the floor. She was extremely mature for her age and it's not hard to find something about her that makes me proud.

As ashamed of it as I am, it doesn't change the fact that I have no idea who her father is. It was a one-night stand at one of the many parties my friend Alice decided to throw after we graduated high school.

All I remember about him is he was at least 6"5 and Abby definitely inherited her height from him. Her 5"8 frame stood a good height above my 5"4 one.

I was only 19 when she was born, much to my parents disappointment – it put me well behind on my education – but I will never regret having her.

My ex-husband, Jacob treated her as his own, even more so after he found out he was unable to have children of his own. Abby does actually think he's her real father, and since I don't know who he actually is, I figured I'd let it continue to be that way.

I still missed being married to Jacob. We divorced three years ago, we wanted different things and we married too young. We still keep in touch though and he's one of my closest friends. He sees or talks to Abby at least once a week as well so there was no damage done.

I sighed and walked over to the coffee machine to pour myself a cup of the warm liquid that always made my mornings just that little bit better.

At that moment, Abby shuffled out the kitchen and up the stairs to her bedroom.

After basically downing my coffee, I grabbed the spare piece of toast off Abby's plate (yeah, I know, scab, but come on it's Monday morning!) and went upstairs to get ready for work.

I walked into my room just in time to see my phone screen flash alerting me I had a text message.

From: Emmett

Bellerina! I'll be swinging on down by your office later! Prepare for the bear! Xxx

I had to laugh. Emmett was my 'brother from another mother', as he liked to call it. I tried to explain that he couldn't really use that one on me, but he simply laughed his booming laugh and told me that since I was 'the closest thing to his baby sister' you could get so I should shut it.

Alice introduced us two years ago in an attempt to get me dating again after Jake. I have to admit, Emmett was fucking gorgeous; well built was an understatement, with the cutest dimpled grin and curly brown hair I've ever seen.

We got on amazingly well and we went on a couple of dates but every time we kissed it was too weird, like he was my brother, so we called it quits and stayed friends.

I replied to his text just saying that I'd see him later and got dressed.

"Bye Mum!" I heard from downstairs as the front door slammed shut.

I rolled my eyes and smirked. No doubt she was getting a lift from her new boyfriend. Chris or something. She hadn't actually told me anything about him, but I managed to hear – unintentionally of course – that she couldn't imagine her 'first time' going so amazingly well.

I didn't particularly want to hear about that, but figured it'd be a good idea to let her know that I was fine with it, it's not like I could do anything about it. I don't think she was too pleased when I gave her a box of condoms to make sure she was being safe. She just snatched the box out of my hands and ran up to her room, her face flushed bright red.

I rushed downstairs taking my thoughts away from my daughter's sex life– I hardly even had one these days – and climbed into my old rusted Chevy truck. I'd had it for longer than I can remember now, people used to take the piss out of it, but I like it and I'll be damned if I get rid of it before needs be.

After arriving at the office, I walked past my boss and Emmett's girlfriend Rosalie.

"Morning Bella! Good weekend?" ugh! She was always so cheerful in the mornings.

"Hey Rose. Oh you know, sat around watching trashy films and fattening myself up with cookie dough ice cream, all the good stuff. You?"

She smiled at me; "Oh I'm jealous!" she smiled sarcastically, "Well some of us actually got some this weekend. You know, you could do with a bit of a release, you're always so stressed out."

For fucks sake, every time I walk into the office, there's some crude remark about my lack of sex life. I swear she's the reason it's on my mind almost constantly. I seriously don't need this right now. "You know, for all you know, I could be getting screwed every minute of the day I'm not here and I'm just not telling you." I joked. Obviously that was no where near the truth but I didn't want Rose's pity right then.

"You know Bells, I could seriously help you out if you wanted…" she trailed off.

I definitely did not want her help. The last time that happened, I ended up sat in a restaurant opposite some guy who couldn't take his eyes off my breasts, and asked me if I wanted to go home for 'some sugar and that other good sweet tasting stuff'. Complete nut case. "I'm good thanks, Rose. Anyway work calls," I said running off.

Up until lunch, I spent my time looking through some of the newer books that had been sent through.

At around noon, I got a call from Emmett, telling me to grab Rose and meet him downstairs. He had a surprise for me apparently.

Fuck. Rose definitely had something to do with this. I'll fucking kill them both if Em's bought another one of those guys who are completely perverted and just look like they stumbled out of the pub.

Did they really think these are the types of men I could take home to Abby?

I really didn't think so.

I huffed out an exasperated sigh and headed out to find Rose ready and waiting by the entrance. I gave her a look that meant 'we'll talk about this later' and walked out the building beside her.

The first thing I saw was the huge figure of Emmett bounding up, giving Rosalie a peck on the cheek before turning to me and engulfing me in a massive bone crushing hug.

I was red in the face before Emmett realised I probably couldn't breath and set me down.

"OK Bells, I know you're a complete brain-box and have probably already figured out what's going on but before you throw a complete shit fit, can you just trust me this once?" and shot me his adorable dimpled grin.

I scowled "Emmett! You know I can't resist that smile of yours, you big oaf! Ugh fine whatever, but if this is like the last I-don't-know-how-many times, you're gonna be sorry"

He just laughed at me, "yeah, yeah, wrath of the grizzlies right? Don't worry, you'll love this guy, Bells. He's actually my baby brother. He's your age, divorced just like you. He's a great guy and all the girls seem to like him…"

"Great. So he's a womaniser. That why his marriage broke up?" I knew I was being unfair but let's face it, when it came to Emmett; you had to check on anything that you could to uncover the dirty little secrets.

"Bells," he warned, "that had nothing to do with it. I won't go into that with you, that's his deal, but I promise it's not like that. I mean I've been told he's easy on the eyes. I mean not quite as much as me or anything but I mean look at me! You can't improve on perfection" and he winked.

Idiot.

I rolled my eyes, straightened myself up and peered behind Emmett as he pointed out his brother to me.

He had his back turned to us but from what I could see he was pretty tall, not as tall as Emmett was, but probably around 6 foot. Under his shirt there was a hint at some well-defined muscles but nothing over the top. His hair was bronze coloured and was messy in a really sexy way.

I raised my eyebrows at Emmett and Rosalie and smiled. "So what's his name so I don't seem like a complete idiot?"

"Edward" Rosalie grinned at me. I don't know why, but I found something incredibly sexy about that name.

The three of us headed towards Edward and Emmett placed a large hand on his shoulder and whispered something unintelligible into his ear.

He turned around and looked directly into my eyes.

Oh. My. Fucking. God. He had the most amazing eyes I've ever seen.

They were emerald green, and they were piercing straight into mine. They were the type of eyes that you could get lost in for hours. They were deeper than an ocean and I felt as though I was swimming within his sparkling green pools when he spoke, "you must be Bella" he smiled a dazzling crooked smile at me that could make my heart melt. "It's nice to meet you, I'm Edward" he said extending his hand.

I returned the smile and extended my hand to meet his, as I gripped it, I felt a spark shoot through my hand, putting me into shock before I recovered myself and greeted him. "Hi Edward, nice to meet you too."

We stood like that for a little longer than we should have before Emmett loudly cleared his throat, nudged me with his elbow suggestively and motioned for us to follow him and Rosalie.

As they walked, Edward turned to me and whispered soft enough for the other two not to hear "Sorry about this. Emmett threatened to destroy my car if I didn't come and meet you. It's kinda my most prized possession, you understand" he chuckled softly.

I nodded and smiled along with him as we continued to wherever it was they were taking us to.

Perhaps they finally struck gold after all.