[Bella liked this place. It was very domestic, and she needed that. She needed that semblance of normality. Of course, a majority of what it had done was simply make her crave marriage and settling down all over again. She had important people by her side and that was what brought her through the day. Rory was bigger now, stronger, and he was able to hunt small animals for them. He was still a puppy at heart, so while Bella walked around the kitchen preparing some lunch, the dog was sitting at her heels, swatting at the bottom of her too-big jeans that stuck out of her shoes. She’d gotten a new backpack since their group had separated from the others. It was bigger, and held more. The last time they’d run into another mall, she’d stocked up on clothes, animal toys, and random things. In front of her now was an old iPod that was playing an odd selection of songs. It had been left with the power off, and somehow the battery still worked. She didn’t exactly like the music that was playing, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. After about an hour she decided to turn it off to save battery. As Bella finished the last of her lunch on the surprisingly shiny clean plates, she shoved it aside and leaned down to open the bottom cupboard and grab something for Rory. Since they weren’t a huge group and didn’t need a huge food supply, they were able to actually set food aside for Rory, which was mostly leftovers and stuff no one else would eat. But Rory was having none of it. When Bella prepared his bowl and shoved it towards him, he walked away, moving to sit his butt down in front of the island and stare at Bella’s food. Bella shook her head, standing near her food and staring him down, challenging him. The makeshift staring contest only ended when Bella’s fiancee walked into the room.]
[Bella looked up at her fiancee, breaking the staring contest. It must’ve looked weird, a woman and a dog staring at each other over a plate of food.] Tell your son to stop being an asshole.
[Hayley entered the kitchen to find her two idiots staring each other down. It was a rather adorable sight, but she kept any sign of it off her face.] You know how I feel about cursing in front of our son.














