Ch 9-Changes

B POV

Today, is the two week anniversary of Charlie and Renee's death. My heart still sunk at the thought of my parents, but I knew they were in a better place. Sam would constantly glare at me, sometimes I didn't know for what. She seemed mad about my marriage with Edward, mom and dad, and the move. Sometimes I truly worried about her, she hardly talked to me and each day she grew more and more distant. I sighed, I would bring up the issues with Sam to Emmett later.

I got out of bed unwillingly and begun to make breakfast. I walked past Sam's room and it was shut. I knew that this was typical teenager behavior, but this was becoming too much. I knocked on her door to wake her up for school.

"What?" Sam shouted from the other side of the room.

"Time to get up for school, breakfast will be ready in fifteen." I told her, hoping that she would open the door.

"Okay." Sam said. I stood there waiting, but she never came out. I sighed and made my way towards the kitchen.

As I was making the waffles, I heard footsteps in the hallway. I thought that it might be Sam, I turned around hopeful only to be met with Edward. I smiled at him and returned back to breakfast.
"Good morning, Edward." I said with not much emotion in my voice. That's how its been in the apartment for the past two weeks. I was no longer in the mood for joking around.

"Good morning, Bella." He said and then walked in front of me. We gazed into each others eyes, and it felt like we had a connection. I smiled at him slightly and he smiled back as well.

E POV

I was, again, dreaming of Bella and I being at the hospital with our child. This was a constant dream, if I didn't dream about it, my day just didn't feel right. I felt someone stir right beside me, I figured it was Bella getting up to make breakfast.

Ever since Bella came back from Forks, she hasn't been the same. It's not that Sam was living with us, it was that she didn't sing anymore when making breakfast. I missed that Bella, the one that sung just as beautiful as the birds.

I got up and made my way towards the kitchen. As I walked passed Sam's room, I could hear her music blaring inside of it. I didn't mind her playing her music loudly, but Bella disagreed with me. Because of Sam's loud music, Sam's sense of style, our sudden marriage, and Sam being forced to move away from her friends and boyfriend, Bella and Sam constantly fought. I didn't blame Sam though, in fact, I defended her actions, maybe not in front of Bella, but Sam is a teenager, a grieving teenager at that

I continued making my way towards the kitchen, and there in all her beautiful glory was Bella cooking. She turned around and greeted me with her chocolate eyes and said Good Morning. I returned the gesture back and I made my way in front of the stove to chat with her for a while. She stared at me intensely with her eyes, I felt this wonderful emotion inside of me when she looked at me. She sent me one of her breathtaking smiles back and I returned her a smile.

We began talking about the new house, we were planning on moving our stuff in this weekend. I was excited for the move and I could tell Bella was also. Bella was talking about painting the interior of the house an evergreen so that it would match the beige carpeting. We were arranging plans when I heard someone clear their throat. I turned around and there stood Sam standing awkwardly at the edge of the table.

"Good morning Sam." I said and smiled at her welcoming her to the kitchen.

"Good morning." She told me. I hardly spoke to her, but I figured that this whole situation must be awkward for her. She sat on a chair and pulled out her phone and started texting.

Bella sighed and brought her a plate with waffles and bacon. Sam thanked her and began eating. The kitchen had an awkward vibe, so I decided to break the silence.

"So Sam, what color do you want your room to be?" I asked her, trying to start a conversation with her.

"Uhm, a turquoise or a red would be nice." She told me in between bites.

"Alright, I'll go buy the paint later today." I said before continuing. "You and Bella can come over after school, and we can all paint together, if you like." I suggested. Maybe this would give us all the bonding time we need.

"Sure, why not." Sam said, in the corner of my eye I could see Bella smiling at me.

AN: So yeah, this is probably the shortest chapter I have written for this story, but I kind of have a writers block going on. I am trying to snap out of it, so bare with me. I know what I want to do with this story, I just can't seem to put it down into words. So, love it, hate it? Let me know. :D

P.S. I have a picture of Sam on my page, just in case your curious of how I picture her looking. :P