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Full Summary: In a tragic car accident, Edward Masen Cullen loses both his mother and beloved wife, leaving him with a four month old son. He can't raise a baby all by himself, for his hands are tied by bills he has to pay and a busy high-paying job that would keep everything afloat financially. Desperate and grieving, he can't rely on his father who is too ill and also grieving to help care for a baby, nor can he count on his uncle and his uncle's family because they have lives of their own. He also couldn't rely on his father's side of the family because they lived too far away. Enter Isabella Swan...his way younger cousin on his mother's side.

A sophomore in college, Bella is only too eager to offer to help her only cousin on her father's side. Despite her family's misgivings, she moves from her home in Forks, Washington to her cousin's apartment in the big city of Chicago. To both her and her cousin, the plan was perfect: For a year and a half at most, Bella would care for baby Emmett Anthony during the day and take care of household duties while continuing her education online. Then things begin to change drastically...

WARNINGS: FAMILIAL INCEST! IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT TURN AROUND NOW. IF YOU'RE TOO YOUNG TO READ THIS STORY AND ACTUALLY FOLLOW ALL RULES...TURN AROUND. BASICALLY IF THIS STORY WILL OFFEND OR UNWILLINGLY CORRUPT YOU IN ANY WAY: ADIOS AMIGOS!

A/N: HEY EVERYONE, HERE I AM WITH ANOTHER STORY :P I ACTUALLY HAVEN'T WRITTEN ANYTHING YET, BUT BELIEVE IT OR NOT, IT CAME TO MY HEAD TODAY ALL NICE AND WRITTEN :-P SO LET'S SEE HOW THIS GOES!

"And today may never be mine. Lord help me today, show me the way, one day at a time."

All one could hear were sniffles and whimpers as a line of mourners placed roses and carnations on the caskets and watched them being lowered into the ground whilst music was sung in the background.

Edward stood there, seemingly emotionless, holding his sleeping four month old son as he watched his mother and wife were put into the earth for eternity. Inside, he was screaming. Memories assaulted him; His mother, Elizabeth Esme Cullen teaching him piano, baking cookies, buying him his first guitar. He would never again hear her soft laugh and see her sparkling green eyes that were a match to his own. He would never feel her safe embrace ever again.

His facade almost crumbled when memories of his beloved wife surfaced.

'Oh Tanya, why did you leave us!'

He had met Tanya through his mother, who was a music teacher at a local high school.

(Flashback)

His mother often traveled out of town for music competitions and Tanya was one of her favorite students. It just so happened that Edward had been in town for business at the same time his mother was. He decided to pay a visit, and when he opened the hotel room door, the first thing he heard was musical laughter. Never before had he heard such a beautiful laugh, and it had him entranced and aroused.

He approached the voices and stopped dead. His mother was sitting at a keyboard and next to her was the most enticing woman he had seen as of late. She was tall, almost as tall as him, slender but slightly curvy with delicious looking golden skin. Her hair was strawberry blond, and her eyes were the bluest he had ever seen on a person. Her facial structure was sharp and perfect and her smile was infectious and it was obvious that it was used a lot, and freely. There was a smattering of freckles on her face that gave her a look of innocence. In short, she was perfect. Instantly, his body ignited with hot, passionate lust. He wanted her, and he wanted her there and then.

He finally made his presence known by clearing his throat.

"Hello ladies," his voice came out deep and husky.

The pair of women turned to look at him but his attention was focused solely on the strawberry blonde. Their eyes connected and it was as if the world stopped. After what seemed like hours of staring, his mother cleared her throat and gave a knowing smile.

"Edward dear, what a surprise! May I introduce to you my student, Tanya Denali? She's a senior at the school," she gave him a pointed look.

He felt the tips of his ears turn red. He was fucking lusting after a teenager. Him, a man of twenty-six.

He held out his hand,

"Hello Tanya, what a pleasure to meet you."

"Likewise," she answered in a deep, husky, sexy voice.

He spent the next two hours getting to know her and he knew that he was in love.

(End FB)

They had begun seeing each other behind their parents' and his girlfriend's backs. After about three months into the relationship, Edward finally did the honorable thing and broke up with his girlfriend so he could be with Tanya.

Two years later he and Tanya were engaged, and a year after that they were married in a lavish wedding. He spared no expense on Tanya. It wasn't as if he couldn't afford it anyway. His family was loaded because his father was a top surgeon, and he also had money from his job. Emmet came along a year later. And now, his fairytale life had come to an end.

After completing high school and college, Tanya also became a teacher. She was a choir teacher and she and Elizabeth were traveling back home together from another competition. They never saw the idiot drunk driver, and neither did the semi that they barreled into and that exploded after the drunk driver hit them first.

The funeral was finally over and all the friends and family piled into two black limousines and headed on their way to Elizabeth and Carlisle's mansion for fellowship and food. The only person left at the grave sites was Edward and the baby. At least, he thought he was alone. A light breeze blew through and he smelled the scent of his cousin, Isabella. He knew it was her scent because she was famous in the family for it. Though he never told her, he really loved her scent.

He looked up, and sure enough, she was a few feet away, looking at him with big, sad, doe brown eyes. He glared at her, but she didn't turn away like he wanted. He was on the verge of a break down and he didn't want her to witness it.

He continued glaring at her but all she did was begin to walk towards him. With every step she took, the already tenuous hold he had on his emotions was breaking.

She finally reached him and wordlessly, she took baby Emmett from his trembling arms and put him in his carrier that was next to Edward.

Finally broken, Edward fell to his knees on the ground and let out the most heart wrenching sobs. Even though his wife and family were religious, he was not and so he 'mourned like a heathen'.

He felt Isabella put her arms around him and needing the comfort of human touch, he leaned on her and let out all the pent up anguish that he had carried inside for two weeks.

Isabella did nothing but run her hands through his hair and let him cry out his grief.

Emmett didn't wake up once.

OOO

Bella let Edward cry on her shoulder until his sobs were reduced to sniffles. She was glad that she had stayed behind. All she knew was that she loved her cousin because he was the best cousin in the world. He had been there for her during a time when she needed someone the most, and so she would be there for him.

(Flashback)

Bella walked home from school, excited. Today was her fourteenth birthday and Edward and Tanya were coming to visit.

As she approached her house that she shared with her mother and stepfather, Renee and Phillip Dwyer, a big smile covered her face when she saw the telltale white Mercedes. She hurried her pace.

She finally got to her front door and entered her home and yelled,

"I'm home!"

The next thing she knew, Edward was squeezing her. She hugged him back and enjoyed the warmth of his embrace and the feel of his body against her. She had always been a somewhat touchy-feely person. However, she was confused by the urgency and strength of his hug and her confusion won out.

"Not that I don't like you hugging me Edward, but what's going on?"

He let her go and he looked at her with green eyes that held sadness and anger and love.

She was further confused.

"What's going on Edward," she asked in a firm tone. He stepped back from her and that's when she saw.

The living room was bare. Completely bare. She looked towards the dining room where the fine china was kept in a cabinet and saw that the cabinet was empty. With feelings of dread welling up inside her she rushed around the house. All the little knickknacks were gone, some furniture and many other things were missing. Gone. Taken. At first she thought that they had been robbed but the master bedroom was very telling. It was stripped of everything but the bed frame and dresser. On the dresser, an envelope addressed to her in Renee's handwriting sat on top.

She gulped and opened it.

'Bella,

If you're reading this then you already know that Phil and I are gone. As cruel as this may sound, I never wanted children Bella. I love you, but not as much as a mother should. For months now Phil and I have been wanting to travel, but it has been impossible to with you in the house.

I have already called your father and he has already agreed to take you in. I'd let you stay here by yourself but we have sold the house so we could have some extra spending money.

Even though I'm leaving you Bella, never doubt that I'm proud of you. As young as you are you are smart, independent, responsible, and mature. I'm glad I raised you to be that way because I will never have to worry about you being dependent on another person, especially a man.

I know you can succeed, sweetheart. Have a happy birthday and have fun with Edward. He will take care of you until you are able to go to your father.

Sincerely,

Renee Dwyer, also known as Phoenix'

Bella crushed the note in her hand, feeling nothing but hurt and hate towards her damn hippie mother.

How could she do that to her own daughter?

She didn't realize she was sobbing until she felt Edwards arms around her, shushing her and assuring her that everything would be alright.

(End FB)

Ever since she had moved in with her father, Charles Swan, Edward had been there for every major problem she had while growing up, especially when her mother showed up at the front door five moths later begging forgiveness. He never sugar coated things and always told her when she was being stupid. He helped her grow and mature further.

Ever since then, he became her favorite person and he was the reason she had the drive to improve herself and do things because she wanted to do them.

He would always be her favorite person besides God; closest to her heart.

She led him to his car while carrying Emmett's carrier and settled the man and baby in the vehicle and drove them not to uncle Carlisle's, but to the apartment.

When they got in, she put Emmett in his nursery and led Edward to his room and took off his jacket and shoes. She tucked him in his bed and smiled gently down at him.

Cupping his face, Bella kissed his brow and whispered,

"Sleep."

She left the room, closing the door only a little bit, and made her self some tea and settled on the couch with the t.v. remote in hand.

She didn't leave for the rest of the day.

A week and a half later...

He couldn't do it. He was tired, so tired. How did single working mothers do it?

At the moment, baby Emmett was crying his little head off and Edward had no idea how to soothe him. He had tried rocking him, gently bouncing him, changing him, even bathing him, but nothing worked. If he didn't figure out how to soothe his own baby son, work would be hell. His boss had given him three weeks off since Tanya and his mother's death and Edward was already halfway into the fourth week. Everyday was one disaster after another with Emmett.

'I know why he's crying.'

All Emmett needed was his mother. Tanya would know what to do. Normally when Emmett got fussy, she would rock and sing him to sleep.

'Oh Tanya.'

Edward let a few tears escape. Nothing could repair the tear in his already scarred heart.

Desperate, he dialed a number that was given to him for emergencies. He never imagined he would use it.

The phone rang three times before a gentle voice answered.

"Hello?"

Edward couldn't help the crack in his voice,

"Isabella, please, I need help."

"Edward, what's wrong? Is Emmett alright?"

Edward let out a shaky breath.

"I can't get Emmett to stop crying!" anger began to surface, "why can't I get him to shut up!"

He heard Isabella gasp over the phone, but she made no comment.

"Shh, Edward, first you need to relax because believe it or not, Emmett is picking up on your distress and it isn't helping the situation."

"How the hell am I supposed to relax with all this racket!"

Isabella's voice never changed in tone.

"What you need to do is put Emmett down in his crib and go into another room, can you do that?"

Edward huffed and did as she said.

"Alright, I'm in another room."

"Okay, now I need you to breathe when I tell you too, are you ready?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, breath in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out, keep this rhythm. So anyway, I know you're very into baseball, what's you're favorite team? I know that I should know, but I don't," she chuckled.

They chatted for another minute and it was when she randomly asked,

"How you feeling now?"

that Edward realized that she had calmed him down, effortlessly.

"How did you do that?"

"Ha ha, I don't know, I just wanted to see if that would work. Okay, now go back to baby Emmett and tell me what kinds of motions he's making."

Edward was confused, but after what just happened, he'd buy her a whole house if she asked.

He looked down at his baby boy and he relayed what he saw.

"He's crying, obviously, he also has his arm over his mouth and is sucking at it. I don't know why he would do that, Tanya and I didn't want him to rely on a pacifier."

"Oh Edward, the answer is obvious. He's hungry."

Edward was silent, amazed at how his cousin solved the problem over the phone. He was a bit confused, however.

"But I fed him three hours ago, surely he couldn't be hungry so quickly," he explained as he rushed making a bottle of formula.

"He's still a very young baby and should be fed frequently," Bella replied.

"How do you know all of this stuff?"

He held the phone to his shoulder and picked up Emmett and tried to feed him. The infant instantly latched on and began to suck viciously. Edward sighed in relief.

"Shit, Isabella, I don't know what I would have done without you. I don't know what I'll do without someone like you. I don't know what to do Isabella, I really don't. I have to go back to work and there's no one to watch Emmett and I wouldn't dare put him in a daycare, and I just can't seem to do anything right!" His voice had gotten louder, but it changed to a broken whisper.

"Tanya took care of everything. If my mom were still alive, she'd know what to do."

There was silence on the other end and Edward immediately regretted saying anything. He had no right to bother Isabella with his problems.

"Look Bella-"

"Edward, what do you think about me coming up there and helping you out with things?"

'What the fuck!'

"The fuck?"

A/N: SO HOW AM I DOING SO FAR? WHAT ABOUT THE WHOLE IDEA OF FAMILIAL INCEST? DON'T GET ME WRONG, I'M TOTALLY AGAINST THAT STUFF, BUT I REALLY WANTED TO WRITE A STORY THAT WOULD ENCOURAGE DISCUSSION AND DEEP THOUGHT ;P AND OF COURSE ENJOYMENT :P IF THIS GOES WELL, THEN I MIGHT CHANGE THE CHARACTER NAMES AN PUT IT ON FICTIONPRESS.

OH, BTW, NOT ALL OF MY CHAPTERS WILL BE AS LONG AS THIS ONE.