A/N: This is my new drabble type story. It's an old story that I posted a few years ago, but only got 4 chapters out before I took ill. For that reason I already have some of it written, some of you will have already read it.

Thanks to my old team that worked with the old chapters and to Sherry for looking over it again before I posted it.

And yes it was inspired by the TV show.

Chapter 1

"He's gone," I cried into the phone as soon as I heard Emily pick it up.

"Who's gone? What are you talking about?" She asked, her voice full of concern.

"Edward… He left me a note. He's gone… He's left me and the kids." My hand automatically went to my mouth as the words came tumbling out. I couldn't believe what I was saying. It couldn't possibly be true.

"Wait. What? What did the note say?" Emily asked.

"I'm sorry," I answered as I looked down at the two lonely words on the paper in my hand. "That's it." Seven years of marriage and that was all I got, all we got. I didn't know if I should feel angry or hurt.

"Bella," Emily sighed. I knew she thought it was another one of those moments where I was overreacting about nothing, but I knew this time was different. I knew things hadn't been right between us for a while. I just never figured he would leave me… leave us.

"That could mean anything," she continued. "It could mean I'm sorry I used the last of the milk or I'm sorry that I broke your mother's vase. Have you tried calling him?"

"Yes," I whimpered as I remembered the message I received on his line. 'The number you are trying to reach is no longer in service. If you think, you've received this message in error, then please try again.' So I had, another twenty-two times and each one of those times, I received the same soul-destroying message.

He was gone.

That was when I had crumbled and finally called Emily. We had been best friends since kindergarten. She had always been able to fix anything she put her mind to, but I was beginning to wonder if this was beyond her capabilities.

"His phone's been disconnected," I whispered when I remembered she was still waiting for an answer.

"Where are you?" She demanded.

"At home," I answered as I glanced around the room. Everywhere I looked, I saw something that reminded me of him, of us. I ran my hand along the kitchen counter as the memory flooded my mind. This was where we had the most amazing make up sex last Friday night, after we had one of the most horrific arguments. He had snapped my head off for no reason. He had been doing it a lot lately. Something was bothering him, and it had been for a while now, but he wouldn't open up to me. He had been pushing me away, keeping me at arm's length. Maybe if he had let me help him, then we wouldn't be in this mess.

I looked over at the fridge and saw the photographs that littered the door, photos of him posing with me, or the kids. We all looked so happy. Had it all been a lie? I knew it hadn't been for me. I was ecstatic that he had chosen to be with me. Edward was my childhood sweetheart. The only man I had ever been with… the only man I had ever wanted. Was that what this was? Was there someone else? Was he with someone else? I walked closer; looking at the faces of my babies as my fingers gently traced their hair. How could he do this to them? They were going to be heartbroken. They idolized him and now they weren't going to see him again until… When? What do I tell them? How do I explain that I had no idea where their daddy was or when he would be coming back? Did he expect me to lie for him?

"Bella… Bella!" Emily shouted through the phone.

"I'm here."

"I'm on my way over," Emily said in a tone that left no room for argument.

I shook my head as the tears began to fall. "I… I have to go and pick the kids up from school."

"You're not fit to pickup the kids. I'll call Sam and have him go."

"Okay," I sighed. I didn't have the strength to argue with her and I wasn't sure if I was ready to face my babies just yet.

Emily hung up the phone as I sunk to the floor, wrapping my arms around my legs and letting my head fall into my knees. I couldn't hold it together anymore. My whole world was falling apart.