Willow | Rosalie Hale

7 | Full Moon

7 | Full Moon

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Willow sipped the tea from her mug and watched Monday return to the living room with one of his toys. She leaned back against the counter as her sister stormed into the room.

She frowned as Bella tossed her book bag down to the floor. She frustratingly moved to the sink, not sparing her sister a look as Willow slid to the side.

"Mom called." Willow glanced at her wounded father. "Again."

"Well, that's your fault." Bella shrugged, grabbing a glass and turning the water on. "You shouldn't have told her about the accident."

"I broke my flipping arm." Willow raised her cast and smacked Bella's head. She winced, ignoring her older sister's rolling eyes. "Leave me alone."

"I didn't even touch you. You touched me." Bella shoved Willow's shoulder lightly and settled back against the counter. She sipped her water and waved to Monday as the little boy sprinted by again toward the front room. "What did Mom have to say?"

"Your mother always knew how to worry." Charlie adjusted his newspaper. "She had the right to know and obviously there were some words."

"Obviously." Willow pressed her lips together.

"She seems different." Charlie confessed, looking down at his paper with a soft sigh, chest deflating. "She sounds happy. Phil sounds like an alright guy."

"Yeah." Willow exchanged a look with Bella. She didn't want to break her father's heart, knowing he hadn't moved on from Renee. "He's alright."

Charlie gazed out the window and sighed. After a moment, he cleared his throat and returned his attention to his daughters as Monday soared by again with a wolf stuffed animal in hand.

"Waylon asked me if he could take you two fishing tomorrow." Charlie smiled. "Sue offered to watch Moon. I think it would be fun for you girls."

"Fishing?" Bella shook her head. "With worms and poles?"

"No." Willow placed her mug down and rolled her eyes. "With our toes and tongues."

"Wilma."

"Isabella!"

Monday ran into the room and giggled. "Moon!"

"I can't." Bella declined. "I'm going to Seattle with the girls tomorrow."

"The girls?" Willow laughed. "Since when are you with the girls these days?"

"You know, Charlie," Bella turned toward their father and smirked a bit before slowly walking out of the kitchen. "Willow loves to fish."

Willow groaned when Charlie's head spun in her direction, giving Bella the perfect moment to escape. Technically, her sister wasn't lying. She enjoyed fishing. It was fun and spending time with her step-father had usually meant fishing or playing baseball. Despite it all, Willow still couldn't grab a fish on her own, or even hook a worm without feeling like she'd hurl.

"You're really going to make me go fishing with butt crack Santa?" Willow asked, crossing her arms. "I don't even know him."

"He's a great guy. One of my best friends!" Charlie insisted. "It's just fishing. You'll have fun."

The brunette opened her mouth to protest, but a strong iron-like smell hit her nose. It was so strong, she could taste it on the tip of her tongue. She frowned, turning around quickly seconds before a yelp sounded through the first floor.