A/N: Collab with KWhitlockCullen who is BACK! lala. just read and review and you'll get a preview.

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Bpov

I knew from the moment I peed on that little stick that I wanted to be a mommy. I wanted that blonde haired little bundle of joy to rely solely on me.

I knew the second that the double lines appeared that it didn't matter what they wanted for me, what he wanted to do. I was keeping my baby, and I was going to be a mom.

I loved the feeling at five months when my baby would shift or move.

I loved going to the doctors and hearing it's little heartbeat.

I loved feeling its feet under my ribs. The idea that something so small and helpless was relying on me and my body for life was a power I had never known before. It both terrified and excited my young, 21 year old self.

I loved how at seven months, I would be out shopping and the women would all coo over my stomach, asking how far along I was and if it were a boy or girl.

I loved telling them her name and laughing when they said how beautiful she would be.

I even loved how she was the product of a drunken one night stand. It made it more of a miracle.

I loved the excitement as I gave birth or the first time.

I loved hearing her cry. I loved holding my little bundle of joy and knowing in my heart that I did the best thing I could by keeping her.

I loved this feeling of gratitude at the stranger who made it possible for me to have her.

I loved this... Until it was all changed forever.

That day I will forever remember. It was September 22nd, My baby was six months old. My little Jackie, My baby girl.

I was shopping, pushing my baby in the cart up and down the isles. As I was reading the back of a box of baby formula, I heard an all too familiar laugh. I look up, and am met with familiar striking green eyes.

It's one night stand man. He's staring at me, and his face lights up with a smile, his eyes full of recognition. What the hell?

He walks up to me, his face glowing, and his gaze takes in the baby strapped in. I take in his bronze hair, disheveled and slightly dirty. I love it. His eyebrows furrow, and he mumbles out a shy 'hi'.

"Hey." I reply. The box in my hand is being squeezed to death, so I put it back on the shelf. He smiles at my daughter, and she smiles back, giggling slightly. He chuckles, not really putting two and two together. I hoped he was a smart man...

"How old is she?" he asks, and I can see the wheels in his head turning.

"Six months." I reply. I watch as a light bulb goes off above his head, and his eyes widen, panicked slightly. I shake my head.

"Don't say anything. I never intended for you to know." I comment harshly to this stranger, whose name I don't even seem to remember. It was over a year ago... Why would I remember?

Oh but the things I do remember... The flashes... Moans, groans... The sensations...

I quickly push my cart away, hiding my blush whilst walking briskly away from the handsome stranger, his mouth hanging open unattractively. I can't help but laugh internally. Poor guy. He's going to have nightmares.

However, he did give me a pretty baby, I think as I approach the checkout. I load the conveyer up, and my Jackie starts to cry. I groan, and reach to pick her up. But before I can, a pair of hands are under her shoulders.

"May I?" He asks. I just nod.

He picks her up, and I stare at them, together like this. My baby has blonde hair, and green eyes. Neither of which she got from my side of the family. Edward's hair is bronze, but his eyes, they are the same piercing green color as my daughters. It blows my mind to be standing here, with him, the father of my baby...Even if she'll never call him daddy.

I pay the clerk what I owe, and go to leave with Edward following close behind.

"Can we talk?" He asks, carrying Jackie in his strong arms.

"Not today. I'm busy." I lie, and he buys it, shaking his head. He follows me to my car, where I load my grocery's and take my extremely quiet baby back, buckling her in. He watches me with a fascination that unnerves me. I feel like a science experiment, and I don't enjoy it.

"What?" I ask, slightly irritated. He acts as if he didn't notice my irritated tone.

"Can I have your number?" He asks, and when I make eye contact, he looks away shyly. I take out my phone, and prompt him to take out his. We switch, and after my number is saved under 'baby mama' I hand him back his phone. He chuckles slightly, that panicked look coming back into his eyes when he see's this. I get into the drivers seat, and drive away without a backwards glance.

I try to forget about him. I really do. I try and try and try. I think about my work, my family, the television, my friends. Nothing works. I can't get his green eyes out of my mind, especially since my daughters eyes are the same color. I just can't get over that man. So it's with this state of mind, that I call him.

"Hello?" He answers.

"Hey." I reply.

"What's your name?" He asks.

"Bella." I reply.

"It's nice to know you, Bella." He says.

"Do you want to hang out with me and Jackie tomorrow?" I ask recklessly.

"I would like nothing better." He replies. I smack myself mentally. What is wrong with me?

"Okay. I live at 9325 N Lanechester RD. Be here around noon." I order.

"See you girls then." He allows. I hang up without a farewell.

Tomorrow, then.

A/N: .

i guess my dear friend Karissa doesn't like A/Notes because she doesn't write them. so i'll do it for her. yeeh.

so read and review and you'll get a preview. how do yah like that? a lot.