AN: I don't own Twilight or its characters. Don't rub it in, Steph. Please review so I don't cry a million billion tears. ;)

Chapter One

My fingers continued to drum the clean wood. I had been waiting, and waiting for him. Was it right that he was almost two hours late? No. Not today, not now. I had been waiting for tonight, he said he would be here. He promised, though I had gotten use to him breaking those. I glanced at my watch again. Ten thirty-six. I take that back, two hours and thirty-six minutes late.

The candles were burning quickly, the wax was getting all over the table but I didn't move an inch. I couldn't care about anything but his broken promise. He infuriated me. I watched the melted wax drip, over and over. The bang of the front door didn't come for another thirty minutes. Edward walked into the room and grinned.

"Hi honey, I'm home!" He chuckled. Not funny.

He took a quick look at the, now, cold dinners and burned out candles. Then to me with my pulled up hair and dark blue gown. I'm sure my cheeks were stained with black from the tears that had unwillingly dispersed from my eyes.

His face quickly changed to one of regret and remembrance. "Oh my God, Bella! I am so—"

I cut him off by walking swiftly upstairs, ignoring any comment that came from his mouth. I slammed the bedroom door in his face and grabbed his pillow and a small blanket from the closet then threw them at him and locked the door.

I could hear him pacing outside the door, begging for me to let him in. "Bella, please, let me in. I forgot, I'm sorry. Please, love,"

I jumped into bed, getting on Edward's side and surrounded myself in his scent. I was mad at him, yes. But I couldn't sleep without him. After being with him so long, it was routine. He would always wrap his arms around me and caress my bare skin as I slept, humming sweet lullabies. I missed him already. But tonight, I wouldn't give in.

He pounded on the door until about midnight then he left me alone, which was what I didn't want. Our strained relationship was being torn apart. He was preoccupied with Med School and his internship. I always made time for him. He was the glue that held my world together. My Mr. Darcy. Yet sometimes, I truly didn't feel like his Elizabeth. He was always too busy for me, for us. I sighed and rolled over, letting my tears stain my whole pillow. I didn't even feel myself fall asleep that night. I just watched the clock as the minutes turned to hours.

I awoke unsatisfied and feeling slightly hollow. I turned over, expecting to see Edward's smiling face welcoming me into the morning but alas I stared at an empty bed. It made me want to cry just looking at it. The memory of last night replayed in my head and all over again I was angry and upset.

It took all my will to get out of bed. I turned on the shower and let the hot water wash my problems away, for now. I knew this feeling of contentment wouldn't last. This time, I wouldn't stand back and let Edward tell me how I was feeling; I would stick up for myself and not be treated like a child.

I continued to dress myself. It was Thursday so I needed to be into work by ten. I looked at the clock. I had two hours until I had to be there. Bracing myself, I headed to Edward.

He was lying on the couch, laughing. It made me angry that he could so easily forget about my feelings. I growled at him and in an instant he was up on his feet with the television off. He started to walk towards me, arms open. I held up my hand, unwilling to be pacified. He would listen to me.

"Edward, I am angry beyond belief at you. I asked you a million times to have last night off. One night, Edward. I cooked and cleaned and made myself beautiful for you. I had news that I wanted to tell you. I even got a babysitter for Renesmee, just so that I could have you all to myself. And this isn't the first time, Edward, I understand that being a doctor is important to you but you married me, shouldn't I be higher up than your occupation?" I tried to stay calm, but within my small speech my voice continued to shake.

He looked at me with his head cocked. I wanted to smack him, really hard and just leave. "Bella, I'm sorry, I completely forgot. I was having dinner with Tanya. We were discussing and study for our exams. I tried to call—"

"Tanya?" I yelled, "She is the reason you forgot about me? A nurse at the hospital is who you pick over your wife? It's great to know where I stand in your eyes." I felt hot tears stinging my eyes.

He looked furious. "How could you even say that? I love you. For some unknown reason, I fell for you. There will never, could never be anyone else. God, Bella, you don't even fucking listen to me."

"Well, maybe if my husband came home so I could tell him something I've been waiting to tell him for two weeks, I would listen to him," I cried.

"You can talk to me anytime, Bella. You fucking know that! I'm right here," he continued to yell, I felt myself wince at the harshness in his tone.

The tears were visible now. I felt the warm moisture drip down my face. "You asked for it," I whispered, "I'm pregnant again, Edward and I'm sorry I wanted to be romantic when I told about it."

I rushed out the door, unwilling to listen to his response. The entire drive to work, I felt nauseated. I wanted to run back to Edward and have him rejoice with me but I knew I couldn't. Neither of us could be around the other right now. We needed space. That made me feel even worse.

"Bella?" I heard a voice called to me from the sidewalk.

I looked up to see Angela Weber. I smiled at her. "Hello, Angela. Beautiful morning, isn't it?" I hadn't even glanced outside.

"It's raining. So it's really just like any day here in Washington." She smiled, though I saw a hint of worry lined in her features.

"Oh, right. Well, we should get inside."We walked together inside. I felt her continually glance at me.

We reached our floor and went our separate ways. My desk was pretty small and tightly crammed with small gifts I had received over the years from my daughter and Edward. Thinking of Renesmee always made the aches I felt simmer. She was so beautiful, even as a child. Now, at six, Renesmee loved to go to school and be outside. She was skilled at the piano, an attribute she had gained from her father. She and Edward looked so much alike; they had the same bronze hair and bold smiles. All she had gained from me was intelligence and large brown eyes. I looked at the picture that hung over my computer. It was the first time Renesmee and gone in the ocean. She sat in the water, gripping on to both Edward and I for dear life. I remembered how hard her grip really was and rubbed the spot where she held my arm in remembrance.

We had gone to the beach with Edward's entire family. His mother, Esme and father, Carlisle, had the biggest hearts of anyone I had ever met. Alice, Edward's little sister, had come too. She was short, just under five feet but had a extremely large amount of energy. Her husband, Jasper is the opposite of that. He is quiet and usually reserved. He is very tall and protective of the little pixie.

Edward's best friend Emmett also came along with us. His girlfriend, Rosalie, of course joined him. She was more beautiful than any model but had the spirit of a biker. Both her and Emmett love cars. Fixing them, driving them, buying them. We were all blissful and happy during those days.

I frowned at the picture. I missed my daughter tremendously, though it had only been about fifteen hours since I had last seen her. She was my pride and joy, everything about her made me happy. She had a piece of me wherever she went.

"Geez, Bells. It's only nine fifteen, what the hell are you doing in so early?" Mike Newton called to me from his office.

"Long story. I just hope this means I get to go home early too." I laughed.

"I wouldn't count on it."

*

He was right. I didn't leave until seven thirty. It added the awful ending that my day needed to be complete.

I got back to the house and saw Edward's Volvo in the driveway. I mentally prepared myself for a verbal lashing. The front door opened and I saw my little girl smiling with her missing teeth and it warmed my soul.

"Momma's home!" she called.

She ran out to greet me. She attacked my legs and pulled me inside. Edward was already asleep on the couch, or at least pretending to be for my sake. Renesmee frowned at this sight and gripped my hand, trying to pull me down to her level. I bent down and let her whisper in my ear.

"Daddy isn't asleep, mommy."

I nodded and swallowed the lump in my throat. "Let's get you to bed baby."

She grinned at me and held my hand as we walked to her room. She quickly tucked herself into her polka dot sheets. She squirmed and wiggled to get comfortable. I looked at her droopy eyes and smirked. My little angel and I had another thing in common, our sleep patterns.

"Momma?"

"Yes baby?" I smiled as I brushed her hair with my fingers.

"I love you."

"I love you too, more than my own life. Remember that forever." I kissed her forehead and walked back downstairs.

"Edward, get up." I snapped.

He opened his eyes. His face was emotionless, I had never seen my husband ugly, just the thought was impossible but right now, this façade was as close as he could get.

"I'm not going to clean up the mess you made. I expect that you can handle that, am I wrong?" I continued.

He shook his head and without another glance at me, he got up. I didn't wait for him downstairs. I instead hoped that he understood that tonight I wanted him in our room. I wanted just to feel close, even if we were fighting.

I pulled out one of Edward's t-shirts and let myself engulf his scent as I lay in bed. My eyes were getting heavy. Twenty minutes passed before I started to get cranky. Where in the hell was he? I swiftly walked downstairs and saw that he had fallen asleep on the couch, though I had left the bedroom door open and a light on. I wanted to shake him, to wake him up so he would come and let me bury myself in his chest but my pride overruled my wants. I stomped back up the stairs, more hot tears in my eyes.

I cried for a long time, the tears just seemed to keep coming. I wanted Edward to come to me, to let me forgive him, to stop being an ass but it never happened. Not even when I heard the creak in my door way.

"Edward?" I gasped.

"Momma," the small form whispered.

"Renesmee? What is it? What's wrong?" I was quick to wipe away any evidence of tears. I may cry, but I would never show my daughter my weakness.

"I had a bad dream, can I sleep in here with you and daddy?" she sniffled.

"Of course, you can sleep in here with me." With me. Not daddy and me. I almost sniffled myself.

I fell asleep with my daughter curled up against me. It almost felt like the perfect picture. Almost. One thing was missing.

AN: Good? Not Good? Should I continue?