Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot of the Twilight Saga are the property of Stephenie Meyer. No copyright infringement is intended. The storyline of Tangled Hearts is all mine.

WARNING: This story is M+ rated so if you are not over the age of 18+ please do not read any further.

Welcome to this story, I started it a while ago, but got a bit discouraged. I love and respect everyone comments and that is the reason I put the story on hold and now I have two wonderful ladies helping me out.

I would like to thank both Kasi (TeamAllTwilight) and Liz my pre-readers and betas that have graciously offered to help me with my story.

Michele (PeopleLikeUs or JustGinger), I would like to think you for all your encouragement on getting this story off the ground and posted.

So sit back and take the ride with my two crazy characters and their families.

That is all of the formalities taken care of!

Tangled Hearts

Prologue

Thinking back over the past year, I could not believe where I was now. It had taken a while to get where I am, but with months of therapy, after everything that has happened, I was feeling good about my place in life. I was focused and prepared for everything life was going to throw at me in five months.

I had decided to go it alone and have a family of my own, by myself. Now I was four months pregnant, and I thought I knew who the father was, because I picked him out, from the database. But now I am not so sure.

I received a phone call from Carlisle the other day informing me that the vile of sperm the lab sent across, read the number incorrectly and sent the wrong vile by mistake.

Now I had no idea who's baby was growing inside of me and I was upset, frustrated and down right angry. I had been speaking to Edward about the mix up and he said as long as the baby was mine what did it matter.

Oh for heaven's sake, of course it mattered.

I had picked out that donor for a reason. I wanted the attributes he was offering. I had a certain height, eye colour, and medical history for a reason. I wanted the best outcome for my child. I wanted to make sure that the donor family medical history was as close to clean as possible.

The donor was an architect and he provided three years worth of educational history. He came from blue-collar parents, just like me, and his parents work hard to give their children whatever they could. His donor number was 857496254, but the number they inseminated me with was 857469254.

Now if you look closely the numbers the picker fucked up, was sixty-nine. You know what number I should have got, ninety-six! Out of all the numbers in this world, it had to be sixty-nine.

I got a sick feeling that something was not right about this and it was going to take them about two weeks to figure out who belonged to this number.

Two weeks, I was going to have to sit here and stress, and this was not good for my baby.

I was stressing about everything.

No matter what, I would love this baby!

My fears were all normal, I was telling myself, but I could not cope with the questions I was asking myself. I never thought I was a racist, but I felt like one now.

I had friends that came from different religions. What happened if the vile I received and inseminated with was a religion I did not know much about like Hinduism, Judaism, Islam or even Buda'i? How do I deal with that, I only knew how to be Catholic? Would I be a bad mother if I didn't incorporate their religion into his or her life? Would my child be happy being brought up in a Catholic house?

Then there was the height, I wanted the person I picked to be over 6" tall and what if the person I got was 5", I know I would have to deal and keep my fingers crossed, but I picked this person for a reason, what if I ended up with a fiery red head, that looked nothing like me, people are going to think I stole the baby.

See the crap I was stressing about.

All I should have been worrying about was the health of my child. Here I was putting undue stress on my baby and myself. I needed to do something to get my mind off of what was happening and I knew just whom to call.

Edward, so far he had been my rock through all of this.

So tell me what you think, all comments are good ones, even if they are bad. Once again I would like to thank both Kasi and Liz I have re-written the prologue, as the original seemed to confuse everyone. This will be from both Bella's and Edward's point of views, it will alternate between them.

I will be posting around every 3 weeks.

So thank you again for taking the time to read my little story. It is one that is close to my heart and some of it is real to my life.

Fiorella