I do not own Twilight or any of the Charecters in it. But I do own this story, hope you like it.

*****Chapter One*****

"Hold on" I moved the phone to my other shoulder, attempting to gain a better grip on the receiver while also trying to sort through the massive stack of files on my desk. "Now what did you say?"

She huffed a little in the same way she always did when I asked her to repeat things for me. She thought I wasn't listening when really I was just asking for clarification.

"You need to contact this Bella person. She is apparently the nanny of Noah's little school friend Riley. Anyway they have a birthday present for your son, but won't be coming to his party and want to get it him."

"Oh he's my son?" I paused trying to joke the irritation out of my voice. "I thought he was our son"

She huffed again on the other end of the line; I could almost hear her eye's rolling.

"Edward, come on," she breather shortly. "I have a million things to do for O-U-R son's birthday party, and I have work, I don't have time for this. Need I also mention this is your week?"

"Tanya, look" I started anger rising to the surface "I'm at work, I have cases and clients that I need to get to, let's not start this whose busier crap." I tried to soften my tone, "Just tell me what needs to be done and I'll do it."

"That's what I am trying to do" she insisted shortly. "So" she began again for the third time, "Just call this Bella person, set something up, and pick up the present." She paused momentarily "Here is her number."

I grabbed a pen quickly and tried to find a scrap of paper. The only thing I could find was the sandwich wrapper my lunch had come in.

I took down the number and she rambled off more information, my mind struggling to keep up, "wait a second" I stammered.

"Ed," she cut me off, knowing I hated it when she called me that. "I have to go, figure it out!" and then she hung up, just as I was about to warn her not to call me that for the thousandth time. Staring at the phone number I had just written I could feel the tension in my shoulders mounting and the pressure slowly working its way across my head. As I was about to pick up the phone and dial the number my secretary buzzed on the intercom.

"Edward?" she asked.

"Yes?" I answered, trying not to be curt with her.

"Your one o'clock is here."

I cringed inwardly, was it that late already? "Send him in. Thank you Jessica" I stated putting my confusion aside along with the lunch I still hadn't got to finish.

Two hours and a category three head ache later I was alone in my office once more. Now was as good a time as any to sort out the "present" issue. Where had I written that number? I asked myself begging to shuffle things around on my desk, and then remembering I hadn't eaten my lunch, lunch! That was where I had written it. I grabbed my cell phone and dialed the number. Damn what was this girl's name?I leaned back in my chair closing my eyes, only one more hour and I could get out of here for the day.

"Hello? This is Bella." A small voice greeted me on the other end of the phone, and suddenly I had no idea why I was calling this sweet sounding girl. "Hello?" she asked only a fraction louder. Finding my voice I stammered out "Hi, ah, Hello, this is Edward Cullen, Noah's dad."

"Oh, yes," she breathed, recognition punctuating her tone. "I am Riley Scott's nanny, and Riley is going out-of-town this weekend and won't be able to make it to Noah's party unfortunately. But he did get Noah a gift, and we were wondering if there would be a good time today that we could drop it off to him?"

The pain in my head spiked and I momentarily found my brain dazed with her explanation. She was silent waiting for my response as I tried in vain to think of what would be the most simple way to handle this situation.

"Mr. Cullen?" the gentle voice questioned.

"Yes?" I said dumbly.

"Oh good I thought I lost you."

Recovering slightly i asked "Where do you live?"

She sputtered a moment "I'm not sure what difference that makes Mr. Cullen" then trailed off.

Sucking in a breath I began to chuckle to my self, amused at her strange misunderstanding. "I mean where do the Scott's live? Where is Riley's house?"

She let out a small nervous laugh "oh, oh, I'm sorry...I thought...yes they live in Wallingford?" she offered. Was that a question? Now I was beginning to get confused again."But we would be more than happy to come and drop it off, we don't want to cause you any inconvenience."

"It's really no trouble" I assured her my mind starting to trace the most simple way to get to Wallingford. "Noah is with his Grandma today, and they are meeting me at 4:00pm, so we can just swing by and pick it up around 5:00pm"

"Sounds great, that's really nice of you. Riley will be so excited to see Noah."

"Noah is going to be excited as well, whats the address?"

She told me the address and how to find the house politely thanking me again before we hung up.

I checked the time and saw that it was almost twenty after three and I would have just enough time to finish a client file and return some calls before my mom and Noah would be here.

"Daddy" a loud voice burst into the ticking silence of my office. I looked up slightly surprised at the disturbance to see my almost five-year old rushing towards my desk. I scooted my chair back a huge grin taking shape on my face "Hey buddy!" I boomed just as a mass of messy almost white hair launched itself into my arms.

"Hello son," my mother greeted as she approached my desk. Her smile was warm and bright as she shrugged out of her coat and laid it on a chair.

"How was your day Pal? Did you have fun with Grandma?" I pulled him back from me, adjusting him on my lap to see his animated face. Smoothing his hair back, I listened to him tell about the day the two of them had at the zoo with a few laughs and corrections from grandma Esmé.

"Edward?" my mom caught my glance "what time should your father and I be there tomorrow? Does Tanya need any help?"

I beamed a thankful look into her soft eyes and nodded my head "I actually think she could use some help, when we talked awhile ago she sounded" I paused looking at my son whose face stared back at me his ears perked up at his mother's name. I tried to choose my words carefully, "Stressed" I finally settled on. My mother nodded in understanding.

"I think maybe 1:00pm if that's not to early for Pop's" I said.

She scoffed in mock indignation "Sweetheart," she chided "you know your father can not stand it when you kid's call him that."

"Pop's, pop's, pop's," the little boy on my lap began to say repeatedly. I grinned as he commenced to make a song out of the dreadful nickname. There was an eruption of screaming laughter from him as I reached out tickling the back of his neck and then his sides. Wiggling around desperately to get away from me he began gently dropping to the floor "Now Noah, you know we only call grandpa that when he's not around."

"Pop's!" He sputtered between raucous giggles, "Po,...Po, Pop's!"

He was on the ground now and I tickled him harder, shaking him slightly as he gasped between laughs. "Grandma! Grandma save me!" he implored.

"Had enough kid?" I asked the little blond mass at my feet.

"Yes, yes daddy" he let out trying to catch his breath. "Alright then" I picked him up off the ground and set him on his feet ruffling his hair. "Go give Grandma hugs and kisses, and thank her for today."

"Yes sir!" he stood straight and attempted a salute. I couldn't help but let out a chuckle at this. Where did my kid get this stuff? Probably his Uncle Jasper. I followed him over to where my mother was kneeling waiting for her 'goodbye sugar', "Okay sweetie pie, next time I see you, you're going to be all grown up!"

Noah squeezed her tightly arround the neck and pecked her cheek. "No grandma," he corrected nicely. "I'm still just a little boy."

"You are?" she asked him skeptically then scooped him up in one movement and lifted him off his feet. "Then how come you're so heavy and strong?" She placed him back down with a questioning smile.

"Cause I eat my vegi-ables, and lots of MEAT!" He then through his arms down like a crazed body builder and began growling like a he-man. "Just like Uncle Em!"

My mother laughed sweetly as she leaned over to me giving me a tight hug. "Your boy's been spending too much time with your brother." she winked.

I hugged her close and placed a quick peck on her forehead,"Yes I'll have to ground them form each other," I joked. "Thanks again for today Mom."

"Son it was my pleasure." She turned and began slipping her coat on, "Alright see you boy's tomorrow."

"Bye Granny" my son yelled enthusiastically. I quickly grasped his shoulder and slipped my hand over his mouth covering half his face. My mother paused for a moment eyeing me with suspicion. Trying to look innocent I smiled and waved with my free hand,"Bye Mom, love you!"

"Au Hu," she huffed with a sly grin and waggled a slender finger at me; the way she used to at Emmet and I when we would break something and refuse to fess up. She continued gracefully through the door and then there was a small hand tugging on my fingers as I realized my hand was still covering Noah's mouth. "Your gonna get me in trouble kid!" I exclaimed letting him go.

"Noah, you remember Riley, from school?"

"He's my friend Daddy." Noah stated matter-of-factly.

I moved back to tidy up my desk and gather my things, "Well your friend Riley can't come to your party but he want's to give you a present for your birthday."

"I know" He sat in a chair looking at me.

He was growing so fast, just yesterday he was a little guy I could fit under my arm and carry like a precious football.

"How do you know?" I asked incredulously.

"He's my friend daddy. Friends share presents."

"Oh? Is that right?"

"Yep" he answered back nodding his head emphatically.

"Who told you that?" I wondered aloud.

"Well, every time Uncle Emmett," he began. I rolled my eyes, I should have known. "get's me candy , he say's we are friends, and friends share presents."

"Alright that's it! Uncle Emmett is officially grounded!"

I stood and grabbed my coat. "Okay Pal, let get out of here!"

He jumped to his feet and ran up beside me grabbing my hand in the proses.

As a dude it's my job not to turn all sappy and nostalgic, but damn it if every time I felt his small hand in mine, or his arms arround my neck head on my shoulder it didn't get to me. I felt like 'The Grinch Who Stole Christmas'; my heart would grow three sizes, and eventually I knew it would just swell and burst right out me!

We continued walking into the open plan foyer where all the secretaries and assistants for the entire firm all had their desks including my own, "Night Jess," I nodded on my way by her.

"Bye Miss Jessica" Noah echoed.

She smiled and waved at both of us.

"Okay kid, we are going to go by Riley's house and get your present," I started.

"Yay!" he shouted as I opened the back door of the car.

"And then how does pizza sound for dinner?"

He hopped into the back seat and slid into his booster chair, then started to buckle his seat belt. "Pizza, pizza, pizza!" he chanted. The energy in this child could probably power all of Seattle if we could find a way to harness it.

"and" I added, "how about we go to the park and meet Aunt Alice and Uncle Jasper, while we eat the pizza?"

"Cool, cool, very cool" he gushed in a strange voice.

I chuckled lowly and got in the front seat.

"Daddy?"

"Yeah, buddy?" I answered starting the car.

"You think Uncle Jazz will keep show-in me how to frow the ball?"

"Throw the ball" I gently corrected. " and, yes I think he will"

"Okay" he leaned back in his seat looking out the window.