Hi! i'm really excited about this oneshot since it contains my first lemon. Warning for new readers: if you're under 18 you're not supposed to be reading this. Go read I Want You To Want me by The Perisher instead. I promise it's good.

Songs: Lips of an angel by Hinder

Don't cry by Guns and Roses

Forever yours by Sunrise Avenue

This ain't a love song this is goodbye by Scouting for girls (see, no Muse for once!)

Disclaimer:Even though I added to my twilight paraphernalia a copy of New moon in English (I'm Greek and I only had the translated in Greek copies) with the movie cover (not the one with the mutt and Bella alone hugging of course), I don't own the twilight saga but I own the plot of my story.

She woke up and he was there, his arms wrapped around her. She really should stop this. He wasn't completely hers, and pretty soon he was going to be married to another woman. Still, she hadn't told him to leave her alone for two weeks. They both knew they were close to the end and they were clinging onto each other, unwilling to let go.

His face had been haunting her since he came to her little bookshop with his fiancée. He was so beautiful. The first thing she noticed about him was his perfect copper colored hair. Then, she noticed the blonde woman kissing him. He stiffened when her lips pressed to his, and went to sit on a chair while she pranced through the romance section. Her brown eyes locked to his uniquely green ones, and thank God nobody came in because she couldn't break the spell his eyes cast on hers. The blonde left, he stayed, and before she knew it, he had backed her up against the far end wall.

He stalked to where she was standing, lips parted and eyes darkened.

"I don't know your name or how old are you, but I have to have you," he spoke in a deep, velvet voice with a dark undertone that made her shiver.

"It's Bella, and I'm 24," she blurted the words out without realizing it, completely transfixed on his sharp jaw line, messy hair, and smoldering eyes.

"Perfect," he trapped her against the wall and whispered in her ear. "I'm Edward, I'm 28, and I want to do very naughty things to you, Bella."

He kissed her cheek. She felt like she was electrocuted back to life, like up until that moment she was in a coma. All it took was one touch of his lips, and she was alive, truly awake for the first time.

"Wait, you have someone," she said in sudden clarity, seeing the blonde woman in her mind that had kissed those same lips.

"Worse. She's the annoying brat I have to marry. My parents picked her," he cupped her cheek. "You are so beautiful."

She didn't have the time to tell him the only one beautiful there was him. He crashed his lips to hers before she could open her mouth, and then, took her bottom lip between his own. A sigh escaped her, and he slipped his tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss. Her hands flew to his hair as the hand that wasn't on her cheek began exploring her body, leaving a heated trail every place it touched her.

"I haven't done anything like this before," he confessed, breathing in panted breaths against her lips.

"I don't usually do things like this either," she replied, moving her lips from his, and laying her cheek on his chest to hide her unavoidable blush.

He hugged her and for the first time in her life she felt everything the heroines of her favorite romance novels described. That had never happened with the few uninteresting relationships she had. So, she decided that for the first time in her life, she was going to be spontaneous, she was going to do what she wanted.

Her trembling lips left a kiss on his chest. A beautiful sound between a purr and a hiss escaped him. He picked her up, burying his face in her neck, and it was her turn to purr when he tasted her skin. With heaving sighs of relief, he got rid of her blouse and she unbuttoned his shirt. His body put even the ancient Greek statues to shame. Her hand, on its own volition, started tracing his warm, hard chest, memorizing the ripples of his sculpted body. He shifted her higher and his lips descended to the valley between her breasts at the same time he unclasped her bra. When he dropped it on the floor, his lips moved to the newly exposed skin and she could no longer form a coherent thought. His mouth worshiping one of the most sensitive parts of her body made her mind hazy and unclear with want. Suddenly, he stopped, letting her regain her wits momentarily.

"Are you sure you want to continue?" He asked, concern for her clear as day in his emerald eyes.

"Yes," she replied immediately without a hint of uncertainty. She wanted him and for now, that was all that mattered

His excitement as he raised her skirt and pulled down her underwear gently was written across his face. She was incredibly nervous but at the same time she felt a new, strange kind of excitement. He brought her face to his for a mind numbing, bells ringing, earth shattering kiss as he slid into her.

"You are so wet and warm," he managed to rasp.

She had tried to do this once before, but she never knew it could be like this. Not even her imagination could be this creative as to manufacture such pleasure. The bliss only grew as he moved within her, and when it peaked at their climax she could hardly breathe due to the intensity of it all. He held her close through it all, their bodies melting into one another and as their heartbeats slowed he left a feather-soft kiss on her forehead, breathing heavily against her skin.

As their relationship developed, she grew a little bolder. It wasn't just physical though. When he couldn't be with her, they talked on the phone for hours, about everything and anything, but neither of them could deny that they were on a dead end as the wedding drew near. She had to be strong and end it for real.

She didn't realize he was awake until he kissed her tears away.

"We'll find a way to be happy, I swear. I love you so much. We will get past this," he tried to comfort her, but she wouldn't allow the words to affect her. She knew what had to be done.

"No, we must end it, for good this time. We will only keep hurting more. You have to leave and never come back."

"Don't push me away, not again," he pleaded, knowing he wouldn't have the willpower to keep his distance.

"Don't you get it? You will be married and I'm not going to be your mistress. I can't be the other women in your life. You need to leave," he kissed her until she was dizzy, got dressed and left.

Bella was devastated, she locked herself in her apartment and cried until the tears ran dry. She didn't even know how much time had passed until Angela started banging on her door and she figured it had to have at least been two days for her friend to become worried enough to stop by. She let her in, and prepared herself for the scolding that would definitely follow.

"Bella! This is absolutely pathetic! Get up and take a shower for God's sake. We're going out to the bar tonight and tomorrow you will clean up this apartment. I don't know why you are in here for five days, but it stops now."

"I'm not going to a bar," Bella replied defiantly, the last thing she wanted was to be hit on by random, drunk slobs.

"You are, if you don't want me to call Charlie," Angela countered, going directly for her weakness. The only thing Bella wanted less than drunk guys hitting on her was her overprotective father showing up.

"Fine,"

She got up from the couch, and made it two steps before everything went dark.

When she woke up, she was in the hospital, Angela was next to her, and a man in a white coat was checking her vitals.

"Hello, miss Swan. Don't worry, everything is fine." The doctor said, glancing at her, and then, back at the monitor. "Getting dizzy or fainting is very common in your condition."

"My condition?" Bella questioned, obviously confused.

"Oh, my apologies, I thought you knew." The doctor replied, still not answering her question. "Your pregnant. Congratulations."

When he left, she couldn't control her tears. How could this be possible? She'd taken all the necessary precautions. Why was this happening to her?

Even considering the news, Angela wasn't taking no for an answer. So, that night Bella found herself in Breaking Dawn, sulking in a stool without a drink that she so desperately deserved when she heard a voice like wind chimes.

"Hi! Are you waiting for a drink?" She raised her eyes to look at the girl who spoke. She was short and tiny, like a black-haired Tinkerbell.

"Um, no. I'm DD. My friends are over there dancing." She waved a hand at Ben and Angela's direction. "What about you?"

"I'm waiting for my husband and brother," The pixie replied, setting the drink she was holding on the bar. "Sorry for the intrusion, but you seem sad, like you could use some company. Would you mind if I joined you?"

Bella was surprised. She didn't know this girl and yet she had somehow noticed right away what had taken her best friend, Angela, five days to figure out.

"Um, yeah sure, but I'm going through some personal stuff so I may not be the best company," she told the girl without thinking, and it sounded kind of whiny even to her own ears.

"Oh, don't worry, I'm sure I can handle it. I'm having a bit of a crisis in my family at the moment so I'm used to bad company," Tinkerbell responded jokingly, taking a seat in the stool next to her. "I'm Alice by the way."

"Bella. Nice to meet you."

They fell into an easy conversation about their jobs and their families. Alice, who was apparently an avid shopper, begged and pouted to take her on a trip to the mall. The tiny girl was such an adorable ball of energy, and it made Bella feel strangely comfortable. Bella wasn't a very social person, she always felt out of place around strangers (except for that one occasion in the bookstore of course), but Alice was different. Maybe it was the eyes, they did look a lot like his,

"I don't want to pry Bella, but I can see something is eating you. You know, Being a psychologist, I'm a very good listener. If you want to talk about it, I'm all ears," Alice said, after a few silent minutes of Bella stirring the ice in her soda with her straw. "I'll even wave my ridiculously high fee."

"I-, I don't know, Alice," Bella replied with an unsteady, forced laugh, unsure if she was ready to share the story quite yet.

"Alright, suit yourself." Alice took another sip of her drink. "My brother is the same way, very private, he doesn't talk to anyone. My husband is his best friend and I have to make him drag my brother here just so I can see him. It's killing me that he's so sad and he won't let me help, you know? I just hate not being able to help people, it's a part of the job, I suppose."

"Well," Bella took a deep breath, "until 5 days ago, I was having an affair with a man who is engaged. For the past 8 months, we have been breaking up and making up constantly. I tell him to leave me alone, and he waits a day or two before showing up on my doorstep. He begs for me to take him back while kissing me, touching me, and whispering how much he loves me. I take him back because every time we are separated my world crumbles to pieces. We're fine for a few days and then, the vicious cycle starts all over again. The worst part is, I know it's unhealthy, but I don't think I can live without him."

A few stray tears slid down Bella's face, and she wiped them away frantically with a napkin, not wanting to be one of those women who cry hysterically at a bar.

"Oh, my God," Alice stated in shock at the confession, taking a massive sip of her drink before calling out to the bartender for another.

"I know. It's such a freaking mess,"

"Actually, wow," Alice paused to hand money over to the bartender and waited until she left to continue. "I thought that couples like that didn't exist in real life, only in movies. You know, the forbidden fruit and all that. "

"Oh, it gets better," Bella took a deep breath and told Alice her newest predicament, her voice shaking. "I'm pregnant...We used protection, and I'm on the pill, yet somehow there's a life growing in me right now."

Alice quickly took down the contents of her new drink in one tip back of the glass, calling for a water from the bartender to calm her nerves and lessen the effect of the alcohol building in her system as she contemplated her new friend's crisis.

"No wonder you are like this," Alice said, looking at Bella. "Does he know?"

"No, we had a fight again five days ago and he's getting married in two days. Tomorrow is his bachelor party," Bella wiped at her face with another napkin, trying her best to hold back the flood of tears that wanted to pour out of her. "He used to say that after the party he would come to my place, and we would run away together, letting everyone think that he ran away with the stripper."

Alice smiled and shook her head.

"Why run away that particular day when you could have done it earlier?"

"He's marrying her because of his parents, though he won't explain to me why he can't just tell them he no. He's been getting more and more morose with every day closer to the wedding."

"Are you going to tell him about the baby?"

"Probably, but I'm afraid it will just make things worse. You know, I never waited for prince charming. As much as my romantic side wants him to, I don't think he will hold me and make everything okay. I mean this is real life, not a fairytale, and he has obligations. I never thought I would end up in a situation like this. I guess it's true what they say: Never say never."

"Tell me about it," she chirped.

"What about you? What's wrong with your family?" Bella asked, trying to get the attention off herself, she didn't want to think about her problems anymore right now.

"Well, my brother is a very good looking man. Girls have been all over him since he turned 14, but he never really showed much interest in them. My father, despite what my mom and I said, arranged him to be married to the daughter of one of his friends." Alice stopped for a moment, sneering at her water like she was mad at it for not being something much stronger. "Anyways, she's a total bitch. A perfect example of your average stuck up, rich girl; full of silicone and as fake inside as she is on the outside. For a while, my brother was furious, but he stuck to the agreement because our father threatened to take his trust fund away. He needs the money to pay off his school loans and so he couldn't just back out. Then, after a couple of months, he was always in a good mood and he was glowing, so happy. I assumed that he came to terms with the engagement, but his fiancée called me the other night, and asked if he was still out with my husband. The problem is my husband was with me. He and my brother hadn't hung out in over a week. I don't know why I did it, because I'm thoroughly against lying, but I covered for him. My curiosity was peaked of course, but my brother wouldn't break about where he was spending his afternoons. Then, about a week ago, he became just miserable, and now I'm intent to find out what's going on. He's definitely up to something, and it's clear that he doesn't want to be with his fiancée. I can't let him go through with this if it's not what he wants, you know?"

"What are you planning to do?"

"Well, I'm going to try and force him to talk to me so I can find out if he really does want to marry her. If he doesn't, I'm going to go and talk to our parents. Play the 'I won't speak to you anymore' card on my father. Perhaps, if he thinks that he's going to lose both his kids by withholding my brother's trust fund, he'll give in."

"Why does your brother refuse to talk to you anyway?"

"My brother is a bit of a drama queen, he really loves to sulk," she answered with a hint of a smile. "He avoids confrontation at any cost. I've always been the one pushing him to fight for what he wants. That's what I am going to do tonight. I may sound pushy, but I know when to back off and this is not the time. I just can't see him like this anymore. I will put my foot down, no matter how tiny it is."

She stomped her small heeled foot down. Bella let out a weak chuckle, the first one not forced in almost a week.

"I hope it will end up well for him at least."

"I know it sounds weird, but I have a feeling everything will work itself out. I've always had really good intuition about things," Alice said, trying to think positively and forcing her lips into a smile. despite her worries. "I also have an inkling that you and the baby will be okay too, regardless of what the guy you've been seeing decides. You're a strong, independent woman and you don't need a man to be a great mother, Bella."

"Thanks, Alice, you're right," Bella's cheeks blushed as the caring words sank in and her eyes became teary, which she blamed on the stupid hormones.

There was a pause in the music and she heard a gasp. She turned and there was him looking between her and Alice.

"Alice? Bella?" he managed to squeak. Alice let out a scream and almost fell from her stool.

"Edward, you bastard!" She yelled, pointing her little fist at him.

"Calm down Ali," he pleaded.

That's when it hit her, Bella finally understood what had happened. She had spilled her guts to Edward's sister. She felt like fainting. She tried to run away, but they stopped her. Alice took a deep breath and spoke again.

"Um, it seems that I just met the woman you love and finally found out the reason for you sneaking around."

"Um, you see… I…How did you?" he stuttered, running a hand through his hair.

"Never mind," she made a dismissive gesture. "I like her already and she's so pretty!"

Bella blushed at the comment as Edward tried to hide a smirk and failed.

"Now, I believe Bella has some news for you," Alice announced, causing Bella's face to pale instantly.

"No," she started, shaking her head as Alice took her hand.

"Breathe Bella. Now tell him. You have to. Plus, I want to see his face," Bella inhaled a deep breath, and turned to Edward looking like a deer caught in headlights.

"Err… I …I'm pregnant," she stammered over the words and he blinked for a few moments, speechless.

"Are you sure love? Have you seen a doctor?"

"I'm eight weeks pregnant," she replied, the words tumbling from her lips.

He stretched out his hands to Bella, but stopped himself just before their fingers touched, his face was still blank. Alice ordered a shot and gave it to him. He snapped out of his daze, and downed the liquid. He was himself again and after he took Bella's hand he turned to Alice.

"What happened here?"

"I told Jasper to bring you here in order to knock some sense in to you. I was waiting and I noticed Bella sitting here, looking sad and lonely. I talked to her and convinced her to tell me her story. Of course, I told her about you, but none of us said any names, so imagine my surprise when my brother turns out to be the star of my new friend's tragic story," she chirped.

He shook his head and snorted, pulling Bella in his arms. He leaned in to kiss her when his sister cut in.

"None of that! First you will break up with Tanya, it's the right thing to do."

"I have news too," Edward said, giving his sister the evil eye. "When I woke up today, I decided that I couldn't take it anymore. I went to Tanya's place to break it off and found her in bed with Mike Newton."

There were gasps all around as Edward let out a chuckle.

"Well, more like he bolted out of the bedroom naked as I was walking in, screaming about how her crazy dog bit him," he paused as everyone laughed and then, continued. "Anyway, I do believe that makes me single and voids the agreement with Dad, so I'm ready to show off my Bella. Now, go bug Jasper and leave us alone."

"Oh yeah, hi, I'm Jasper," said a blond bohemian-looking guy who was standing behind Edward. He walked over to Alice, shyly wrapping an arm around her waist, and if Bella wasn't so astonished by everything that had just occurred she would have wondered how they fit so well together. He seemed so quiet and withdrawn compared to the energizer bunny next to him.

"Bella," she replied, reaching out and shaking his free hand briefly.

"Good." Edward cut in, practically growling at the fact that Bella's hand was touching anyone but him. "Now that we all know each other, I would like some time alone with my future wife."

"Hey, don't get ahead of yourself," she told him, and he smirked, leaning in to whispered in her ear.

"I know just how to make you say yes," his lips trailed a path down her neck as Jasper smirked and Alice pretended to puke. They didn't care because they had their very own, unexpected fairytale ending.

So, what do you think? Please leave a comment, negative or positive. Many thanks to my beta Pbroken who keeps my tuned- in -greek brain in line.