Sometimes, Bella will answer my phone calls. Nowadays, it doesn’t bother me too much when I get her voicemail. I figure she’s busy. I imagine most of the time that she’s busy with Ness, who’s had a penchant toward attitude lately. Takes after her mother sometimes.
No, I don’t worry about them much - apparently I’m reaching a point in my life where I have to start taking better care of myself anyway. Doctor’s orders. In a town where you can run into just about anybody once you leave your front steps - you don’t want to be lying to your doctor. Guy has seen me eat too many steaks for me to flout him when he says I have high blood pressure.
And aside from that, I’m a grandfather now. I never imagined this would all happen so fast, neither my life nor Bella’s growing up. Luckily for me, it doesn’t seem that my getting old will affect them too much. There’s not much I can say to that, Bella insists it’s the type of information I’m better off not knowing - and for now I accept that. All I know about the world she’s living in now I know from Jacob - and even his explanations stop short of telling me why my granddaughter looks like a full grown adult at the age of 7. For now, I’m just happy that they’re all in my life.
One thing that has remained consistent is that Bells doesn’t know her way around a car. She’s always had bad luck with cars - I suppose I didn’t help matters much by giving her that truck, but it was the best I could get. Nowadays she drives their Volvo around town, stylish just like everything else that surrounds the Cullens. They always seem to have everything under control, and Bella’s life has gotten less complicated by being a part of their family. Like I said, I worry about her a lot less. Regardless of that I’m going to see her today, apparently she has some news for me. She did say it wasn’t bad, but I’ve heard that one before.