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I slammed my fist down on the snooze button and grudgingly sat up to face the dreary place that is Forks, Washington. Don't get me wrong, I love my hometown but sometimes a girl needs some sun. I'm starting to look like the abominable snowman.

I got up and opened the door to my room only to be assaulted by the smell of burnt coffee and smoke rising up the stairs. I raced downstairs to find my dad Charlie trying to put out the fire in the bacon pan, which I have to admit, was a pretty hilarious sight. He was wearing one of those "kiss the cook" aprons and was trying vehemently to put out a grease fire by pouring a cup of water on it. Well, that explains the smoke, I thought.

"Dad! You can't put out a fire like that with water, you need baking soda."

I grabbed the baking soda before he burnt down the house and poured it on the scalded pan. Almost immediately the flames and the smoke coming off of the pan dissipated and was able to breathe a sigh of relief knowing that we would still have a place to live.

"Thanks Bells, you really saved me there" said Charlie looking a little embarrassed by the fact that he almost burnt down the house.

I placed the pan on the counter so it wouldn't cause any more damage than it had already done. "No problem dad, but can you please explain to me why you were trying to cook? I thought you gave up on that after the whole potato catastrophe" I said as I dumped the now even more burnt coffee in the sink. The potato catastrophe, as I like to call it, was a few years back. Charlie had decided he wanted to help me cook dinner so I told him to put potatoes in the oven and set the timer. Seems simple enough right? Apparently not. First off, he put the oven at the highest temperature it would go, his belief was that it would cook faster and therefore we would be able to eat sooner. Men, I swear, they're either thinking with their stomach or their dick, either way it gets them into trouble. Anyway he put the potatoes in, without poking them with a fork I might add, and forgot about them until we heard an explosion come from the kitchen. Needless to say the Chief of Police wasn't happy explaining to the Forks Fire Department why his oven exploded.

"I don't know Bella, I feel like you do too much around here. I wanted to help out. You should be out in the world, not here taking care of your old man. "

"Dad, I am out in the world. I graduated from U Dub, and I'm working at a nanny agency. If you ask me that's pretty worldly" I said with a hint of sarcasm. "Speaking of work I'm going to be late if I don't get ready soon. I'll be upstairs dad, try not to burn anything else." Charlie mumbled something unrecognizable as I headed up the stairs.

I immediately began scrubbing off the bacon fire bits with my freesia body wash the moment I stepped into the shower. I washed my hair with my favorite strawberry shampoo, then stepped out. I put on my robe and wrapped my hair in a towel and walked the short distance from the bathroom to my room. I had been living with Charlie on the weekends for a while now. I didn't like the idea of him being alone, especially with his lack of cooking skills. I have an apartment in Port Angeles close to the nanny agency, which is really convenient. After graduating I was a little upset that I wouldn't get to put my degree in child development to use because of the surplus of teachers, but by working at a nanny agency I at least had the opportunity to take care of kids. I am both an administrator and a member of Breaking Dawn Nanny Agency. I was lucky; I got a job as a secretary there while waiting to be placed with a family.

After I got dressed in my typical workday outfit, black slacks, a dark blue blouse, I headed to back to the bathroom to finish getting ready. I left my shoulder length dark brown hair down and put some mousse in it so it wouldn't get too frizzy. Foundation, eyeliner, mascara, and lip-gloss and I was good to go. I grabbed my weekend bag, purse, and black ballet flats as I padded down the stairs. Me in heels was an Emergency Room trip waiting to happen.

"Dad I'm leaving! I'll see you on Saturday alright?" I picked up my trench coat and keys and headed out the door.

The drive to Port Angeles every weekend kind of kills my gas but what's a few extra bucks compared to spending every weekend with family? My dad and I had always gotten along well. My mom and I on the other hand, where a different story. It's not that I don't get along with her, it's just that she and I aren't really close. We call each other every once in a while but that's about it.

I grabbed some coffee from the local shop, since Charlie managed to burn ours, before I headed into the agency. How he managed to burn coffee I will never know. I waved to my co-workers Alice and Rosalie and I entered my cubicle and gave them a brief description of my weekend and morning.

I had known them since I started working here a few months ago. They were both very welcoming and we bonded instantly. Alice may look tiny but don't underestimate her. She's a fierce little thing with a fiery personality. Her and her husband Jasper have been married for a little over 2 years and they've never been happier. I love her dearly. Rosalie on the other hand was not quite as welcoming as Alice. Don't get me wrong, she's a sweetheart once you get to know her, but when you first meet her she's a little rough around the edges. Rosalie looks like she belongs on the runway. Between her 5'10" statuesque figure and drop dead gorgeous face it's hard to believe she's working at a nanny agency but hey to each her own.

When I got to my desk I saw a note that said to report to Mrs. Reverend's office immediately. Great. What have I done wrong this time? Mrs. Reverend is a sweet lady on occasion, but most of the time she has a stick so far up her ass I'm surprised it hasn't come out of the her mouth yet. I walked down the hall to her office, knocked, then walked in and sat on one of the most uncomfortable chairs on the planet.

"Bella, you'll be pleased to know that I've found a family to place you with. The family has four children and the father is looking for a live-in nanny as soon as possible. You're to report to him tomorrow morning to begin your stay there. They need a nanny until September when the children are back in school." Mrs. Reverend said as she printed out the family information.

"I'm sorry but you said I was leaving tomorrow? Isn't that a bit late notice? I mean I appreciate the chance to finally put my skills to work but you make it sound like I don't have an option of whether I want to go or not" I said as calmly as I could. If she thinks she can boss me around like some petulant child then she was sadly mistaken.

"Yes Isabella I said tomorrow and no you don't really have a choice. Unless you would like to start looking for a new job I suggest you return home to pack your belongings."

"Umm alright." I grabbed the print out of the family information and stepped out of her office only to be immediately assaulted by Alice and Rosalie. Once I relayed what happened they basically had the same reaction I did.

"How can she just order you to stay with a family? Don't you have to interview with them first to see if you guys are a match? Alice asked.

"I thought so but I guess the family needs someone immediately and doesn't really care who it is which is pretty sketchy if you ask me but whatever there's not much I can do about it now" I said as I started to gather my stuff together so I could leave.

"Well, you can always call us if the family turns out to be a bunch of serial killers" said Rosalie.

"Haha thanks Rose I'll keep that in mind" I said as I walked out the doors of the agency. "Bye guys! I'll call you as soon as I get settled in." they responded with goodbyes and promises to call. As I drove toward my apartment my mind began wandering and imagining the family I would be living with in just 24 short hours. I pulled into my apartment garage, grabbed my stuff and went up to my apartment. The first thing I did when I stepped inside was heat up food. I hadn't eaten all day and it was starting to get to me. I ate, grabbed a glass of wine and trekked to my room to begin packing things up. I realized them that I had no idea where I was going to be living, which is kind of a problem when trying to pack for something. I ran back into the living room and grabbed the family info on the coffee table and began reading.

Father's name: Edward Cullen

Mother's name: Deceased

Number of children: 4

Location: Seattle, Washington

Family Background: Father is a retired Command Master Chief Petty Officer of the US Navy. His wife died giving birth to their youngest child. Children's ages range from 16 to 5.

What the fuck is a Command Mast Chief Petty Officer? I thought as I grabbed my laptop to google it. As soon as the information loaded I was in shock.

"A Command Master Chief Petty Officer (CMDCM) is the most senior enlisted sailor in a United States Navy unit. Being the primary liaison between commissioned officers and enlisted sailors, they are an important resource for the commanding officer as his or her senior enlisted advisor, and are often called upon to gauge morale and battle readiness."

Well, this should be interesting.


Well that's the first chapter. I haven't worked out an update schedule yet, I might post a chapter every few days or once a week or it might be completely random.

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