Chapter Two

Isabella meet Edward, your husband

"Truth is irrelevant. What is relevant is whether or not they believe it."

~ Sarah MacLean

ISA... ISABELLA?

"Rose, you shouldn't have brought them here."

No. I just want to sleep. Nothing hurts when I sleep. Just shut up.

"Edward, what did you expect me to do? They saw the news. They demanded to see her."

I hate you all, go away.

"Rose they're four, they demand ice-cream for breakfast…"

URG!

Snapping my eyes open, I prepared to scream, however, I was blinded by the bright overhead light. Grimacing only made the pain throughout my body worse.

"Ahh…." I hissed, trying to get up.

"Mommy! Mommy!" Two very loud, overly caffeinated children yelled before jumping me.

"No!" The green-eyed man shouted, but it was too late.

"OUCH!" I screamed, trying to back away.

"Xavier. Sasha. What did I just tell you?" He howled down at them, reaching over to pick them both up; one in each arms.

They both hung their heads burrowing in his chest. I stared at them for a moment. They were cute…Sasha had her mothers…well, my brown hair and nose, but her fathers bright green eyes, while her brother had mine…hers.

"Me sorry mommy." The girl frowned

"Me too, don't yell." Her brother whispered, not bothering to look at me. He just held onto his bear. He looked so small and so lonely. He looked like me as a kid, except he has parents.

The man…the beautiful man with the broad shoulders, strong jaw and bright eyes looked just as broken as his son.

Did she do this to them?

He looked like he was waiting for me to say something…anything. Each moment I didn't pain, anger and frustration shined brighter in his eyes.

"See, mommy's fine, you all should head back home with aunty Rose." He said, kissing their foreheads as he lowered them to ground.

It was then did I notice the blonde glaring at me from the door. She looked as though I had shot her puppy and the more she gave me the evil eye, the less I wanted her to have Xavier or Sasha. They were kind of part mine right. I was their aunt to. Yet, I didn't know them.

"Xavier, if you don't want me to yell, you shouldn't leave me all alone here." He froze, looking up at me as if I had said something odd.

I made room for him on the bed as he held on tight to his bear, making his way over. Trying my best not wince, I pulled him next to me.

"Look at that, I'm feeling better already." He smiled and so did I.

"Mommy, can I come up too?" Sasha asked still holding on to her father's scrub bottoms.

"Xavier, you think we can make room for your sister?" I laughed when he looked around to honestly make sure before nodding.

"Of course green eyes." She grinned brightly and looked up to her father before coming over as well.

The man…Edward. He looked at me as though he was trying to figure out if I was real.

"Careful Sasha," He said pointed to the cast on my foot.

"Well look at that." I said, helping her up as well; "I hadn't even noticed I had a cast on. Do you guys know what we do with cast?"

Xavier looked at his father then to me; "Daddy said it's to fix people."

"You mean to tell me daddy didn't tell you the secret trick to getting casts off quickly?" I looked over to Sasha who just shook her head at me.

Glaring up at Edward, I did my best to keep a straight face; "Daddy, would you please explain to me why they don't know the ultimate bone healer is doodling sharpies."

He smirked quickly before it dropped; "Because there is no scientific proof to doodling sharpies."

With my hands, I closed their ears causing pulling them into my chest which caused them to laugh and try to reach up close my ears. I guess he could help himself, he pulled his phone and took a picture of us.

"He's taking pictures and we don't have sharpies, guys I'm getting worse!" I told them, causing their eyes to go wide.

"Daddy sharpies! We need sharpies!" They yelled at him.

Luckily for him, the blonde had them in her purse.

"Be careful not to get it all over yourselves." She said, patting them both on the head.

"Now what?" They asked me.

Wow.

"You write all over my cast silly. Make sure there is no white left." The excitement over just scribbling on my leg had to be the funniest thing I had ever seen. Sasha was so excited when she pulled the cap of ink smeared all over her hands. She looked up, wide eyed at Rose.

She opened her mouth to speak, but I beat her too it.

"Don't worry, we can wipe our hands on daddy's coat. It sure is white enough." I joked, causing his jaw to drop before looking down at his coat.

"I will take that as a complement. Now, do I get to sign or should I just back away?" He smiled, but it seemed like he was serious.

Looking down at Xavier and Sasha, whom were both concentrating hard on whatever they were writing, I asked;

"Is there space for dad?"

They looked up at him and shook their heads;

"Sorry daddy, I'm drawing a princess and queen in a castle." Sasha replied.

"I'm drawing lines and I need space." Xavier told him with his tongue poking out of the side of his mouth.

"Didn't I teach you to share?" He pouted down at them.

"We are!" They smiled and I couldn't help but laugh. They were cute and had the marks of becoming true masters of wit. I liked them.

Edward sighed loudly, sitting on the edge of the bed but they both just ignored him making me giggle. His green eyes snapped up at me, shutting me up quickly. Brushing my hair back, I tried not to focus too much on him. When I did, I noticed he was very attractive and he would noticed that my face would…well I would blush and blushing was only cute for virgins and children…I was neither.

Lifting up my other leg on to the edge, right between him and Xavier he stared at it confused…and something else. At least I had taken a shower yesterday at the metro. All you needed was a bathroom sink, soap and a two dollar razor.

"Well doc, we can't let you get away with signing nothing. And since these two aren't up for sharing, you may as well." I told him nodding to my uncasted leg.

Again, he just stared, what was with the damn staring? A second later, he looked over to the morphine drip I didn't know I had.

He thinks I'm high.

"Believe me, it's going to take more than two milligrams of morph to get me buzzing. If you don't want to sign, it's fine." I told him, putting my leg down, but before I completed the action he he grabbed ahold of it and I wanted to jump out of my skin as a shiver ran up my spine.

He must have felt it too…or at least he was frozen for a reason. He stared at my leg in his hands and before looking up at me. His green eyes were glazed over with something, I didn't dare to guess.

"Sign daddy." Sasha popped over my other leg giving him her sharpie.

"Thank you sweetheart." She smiled and blushed. She actually blushed and knowing that I wasn't the only that did, made me feel... less alone.

"Are you okay?" He asked when I jumped at the pen on my skin.

"Yes, I'm fine." I nodded for him to continue.

Taking up the whole side of my leg, he signed, Edward A. Cullen beautifully.

"What do you guys think?" He asked the kids showing off my leg.

Xavier titled his head; "You need more lines."

What?

"Xavier, why don't you try drawing something else?" Rose asked him, making me wonder why she was still here.

"Actually, I like the lines. Lines in art mean never-ending, a path leading into adventures, the unknown, they never break because they're strong." I didn't mean to rant and by the looks on their faces, it made me almost want to scream out "it's okay I'm not crazy, I just took art in college."

But I wasn't sure how that would go over. Instead I looked over at the morphine drip;

"Maybe it's too high?"

Nodding, he went over to check and once again, the blonde reached for the kids, making me want to beat the shit out of her. I just got them! They were the only family I had and she kept putting her head in. It was time I did like King Henry and chop it off her shoulders.

"Rose, thank you, but I got it. You can go home now." I tried to say politely.

"You can't seriously be thinking of letting them sleep here? We're in a hospital, neither of them would be comfortable. Or does what they want once again not matter to you." She snapped, obviously she and Isabella had history. I had no idea what her problem was, which made it a lot harder to keep calm.

The only thing that pulled me back, was watching Sasha yawn. I was being selfish, where would they sleep?

"Rose, thank you, but Bella is right. Thank you for helping today." He said.

Her mouth dropped open before she placed her hand on her hips; "Edward, you can't be serious. You're still on call…"

"Rose. We're fine. I will pull up another bed and check in every moment I can." She glared at him before dropping next to Xavier and kissing his forehead.

"Bye, Bye monkeys, I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Bye auntie." They said, crawling up the side of my bed in order to lay down better. Pulling the small blanket I had over the three of us, I just patted their heads. They were so precious…so real.

No matter what, I still had them. I've never had a family before. I've never had people that were mine and yet, here the two of them were. I'm not the type of person who believes in love at first sight, but with them, it was true. They, my nephew and niece, were my whole reason for being. For the first time in all of my life, I didn't feel so alone anymore. It almost made losing her hurt less. I had known her for five minutes. For three of those minutes, I had thought she was a raging bitch…the one thing she didn't want her kids to remember.

I didn't need a psychology background to know she had hurt them. But how and how badly? Could I even do this? Could I pretend to be someone else for the rest of my life? I mean, it had to beat a woman's shelter…but still, can I really do this?

"I love you mommy." Sasha whispered, resting her head on my thigh, it hurt, but it was worth the pain.

"Love you too green eyes."

I was so focused on them I hadn't even notice Rose leave or Edward take a seat on the chair beside me. He didn't say a word, he just kept watching.

"You're making me uncomfortable." I whispered, not looking up at him.

"Yeah, I know the feeling." He hissed at me. Whatever warmth he had before, was disappearing fast as the kids went to sleep.

I wasn't sure how to handle this. Isabella said he was a good guy, but what did that mean? Was he Clark Kent good or Lady you need the wool picked from your eyes, he's wife beater and you can't see it, type of good. I should just tell him the truth… but he would have to believe me, I have my license….in the burning bus. Shit.

Well there has to be records of me I can pull up. But, what if he tried to take the kids away? If he knew about my past, he sure as hell wouldn't let me near them. That Rose bitch would make sure of it.

"Jesus Bella," He stated, reaching over to grab my wrist as the machine went off. Pulling away from he sighed.

"Sorry I forgot, I'm a sorry excuse for a man and the last asshole you would ever want to be with again."

"No. Not at all." I said quickly and that wasn't Isabella that was me…shit this was getting confusing.

I had to tell him the truth.

"Bella, I don't want to keep doing this to them. If you want the divorce, fine, they stay with me. I've already set it up. You wanted out since day one, I was selfish to keep you from living the life you wanted and you came seconds from losing that life. So I will bring the papers in the morning…"

"Stop talking…" I told him holding onto my head.

Lie Isadora. Lie your ass off or end up in the streets alone sharing your blanket with rats not family, you're smart... lie. FUCKING LIE.

"Are you alright?"

"Edward do we fight a lot?" I looked him dead in his eyes.

He frowned; "Bella, no more games…"

"Honestly, Edward do we fight a lot, because I don't remember. I don't remember asking for a divorce. I don't remember fighting with you. I barely remember anything but Sasha and Xavier. I don't know why I was on that bus, but I do know I was talking to you. I know that this is Seattle Hope Memorial and you are a doctor here. We are married. These are our kids. But everything else is blank. I didn't say it before because that woman, Rose, she kept looking at me as though I skinned puppies for a living. All I know is I love you and you're not taking my kids away from me." Dear god let him buy this shit in spades. Hopefully the "I love you" would work.

I remembered something in psychology about the brain deleting memories to spare itself. If he believed I didn't remember, maybe, just maybe I could pull this off.

Standing, he cupped the side of my check flashing those stupid lights in my eyes.

"Bella, when is my birthday?"

Shit.

"Pass?"

He smirked; "Yeah, well you always forgot that anyway. Dates aren't your thing."

"Sorry."

Frowning, he just looked me over pinching the bridge of his nose; "So you honestly don't remember not wanting kids."

"Not wanting kids?" I repeated, looking down at the children beside me.

"I'm going to have Jasper look you over in the morning. We did a CT scan when you came in, but we didn't see anything. From Glasgow Coma Scale you were high enough that we didn't think to worry about sufficient brain damage. He will do a full MRI and maybe an EEGs just to be…"

"Edward," I snapped my fingers at him, trying to bring him back from whateverDoctor Who episode he was stuck in.

"Yes?" He whispered, leaning forward.

"I say this as your wife, even though I'm not sure if that means anything since you apparently wanted a divorce, but, your bedside manner sucks."

Sitting back, a giant grin spread across his face and he tried to cover it; "You must have gotten hit really hard."

"Is that your medical opinion? If so, I don't trust this hospital." It was joke, but he was still looking me over. Looking the kids over.

"What if this it?" He asked me seriously.

"If this is what?"

"Our redo?"

Why did everyone keep saying that?

"You want a redo with me?"

"I want a redo for our kids. I don't want them afraid mommy is going to throw a guitar at daddy's head…"

"I threw a guitar at you?" Jesus! I wasn't sure who my twin was, but she played no games. "Are you sure you aren't over exaggerating? Maybe it was ukulele?"

"It was a guitar." He said, pulling out his pager as it buzzed. "Shit, I got to go. I got a GSW to the chest."

He could tell all that from a pager?

"Okay then, go."

Blinking at me, he stared at Xavier and Sasha, then at me.

I was their mom…kind of…sort of.

"Edward go, we'll still be here when you get back. I doubt I can go away where with this thing over my foot and they are out cold."

"I will be back as soon as I can and I will also have a nurse check you over in a few minutes just to make sure you're okay." He replied, kissing Xavier's head before moving over to Sasha. He really loved them…He was Clark Kent sweet.

Without thinking, he came over to me and froze, before he could pull away, I just kissed him. I was a horrible, two-timing, sister husband stealing slut, so I kissed him right on the lips and even went so far as to grab the back of his head. He moaned as we broke away. Licking his lips, he met my gaze before walking to the door.

"Bye." I called out to him. He mumbled something back before leaving.

Touching my lips, all I could think to say was;

"Shit."

Not only did I like that kiss, I wanted more of it. An hour ago, I didn't even think I could do this and here I was lying, kissing him, holding his kids. It was just so easy. It was like I was born to be here.

However, how long would he buy my 'I don't remember' bullshit? What if I slipped up? What if he noticed something about me that was off….really off. How closely alike were Isabella and I.

Those were the questions plaguing my mind as I laid down; Xavier and Sasha both inching closer to me. She had given me them, this new chance at a family. Edward was the price I had to pay. Then at least he would think his wife cared for him, right?

No one was really getting hurt. This could work. I could learn and we could have a redo. Closing my eyes I smiled. This could work…

EDWARD

Sighing, falling onto the seat, my whole body was begging for sleep, but I couldn't, not now at least. The clock on the wall was mocking me, it was four in the morning. Instead, I just kept drinking coffee…and watching her. I had just taken two bullets out of a nine year old playing with his father's gun. One had nicked a left artery. I knew he wasn't going to make it. There was no way we could replace the amount of blood gushing out of him. At one point, I could have sworn he looked like Xavier.

Telling his father had to be the worst. He had already lost his wife; now his son. Looking up at Bella it hit me for the hundredth time how close I was to losing her. We weren't the best couple. In fact, we were one of the worst.

Four years ago we were just two horny twenty something's looking for a fun time no string attached….we were idiots. I was an idiot. I knew I was going to get attached. She was young, beautiful, funny, happy and then she had Xavier and Sasha. The depression became worse and worse and soon it turned into so much anger; I felt guilty because she didn't want them. She knew she wouldn't be a good mother. She told me she could feel herself slipping. I told to just calm down, we could do it. I would help her be the mother I knew she could be.

But I failed.

She wasn't happy and I forced her to deal with that. She was a young runway model with her entire future ahead of her and I forced her to give birth to kids she didn't want, only because I did.

It was my fault.

"Is that coffee?" A soft whisper pulled me out of my thoughts. She tried to roll over slightly but her cast wouldn't let her.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were awake, I'll get rid of it." I forgot she hated the scent of coffee.

"Get rid of it? Bite your tongue and hand it over?" She pouted, reaching over Xavier's head.

What?

"Since when do you like coffee?"

She froze, dropping her hand slowly.

"I'll get you some coffee and breakfast. My sister will be over to take the kids." I whispered when she looked away.

She jumped up wincing, trying to pull them closer to her. "No, please don't take them…"

"Bella calm down." I told her, standing up to grab her shoulder.

She looked up at me with tears in her eyes.

Who was she? When did she start to care so much?

"Bella, Alice is just going to take them to the house while Jasper does some more imagining okay? We can all have dinner here tonight. I'm taking some time off." I said, brushing back her hair, I couldn't help but wonder what was wrong, touching her made me feel…made me feel something.

I hadn't felt anything in years.

"Okay," She was holding onto my hand, but she looked lost in thought, "yeah, they should get something better than hospital food."

"Yea, Xavier wouldn't mind the Jell-O though." I laughed, causing her to look up at me. There was that look again, confusion, hope, joy and just a bit of fear. But it couldn't be…Isabella hadn't had any of those things in her brown eyes for years.

Before she could speak, her stomach growled as though she hadn't eaten in days. Her eyes went wide before her whole face tinted red.

"Are you blushing?"

"Shut up." She hissed, covering her face with her hands.

I couldn't help but laugh. Sasha did it all the time, but I had never once seen Bella blush. It was just as cute.

Handing her the last fruity granola bar I had in my pocket, she took it quickly.

"Thank you."

She's saying thank you now? This is some sort of trick to get me to have a heart attack.

The icing on the cake had to be watching her eat it. It's shouldn't have been as seductive as I took it, but it was like she was having an orgasm in her mouth. It was just oats and fruits!

Xavier and Sasha are in the room, calm down.

I tried to tell myself, but we hadn't had sex in a year and here she was moaning because of fruit.

"Sorry." She blushed again catching me staring, "I was really hungry."

I noticed.

"It's fine." If you've lived in the desert for the last year.

Tilting her head to the side, just like Xavier does, she looked me over; "Maybe you should get some sleep, you look like crap Edward. I was the one in a bus accident."

"Yeah, did you happen to see what happened by the way? You all weren't hit by anything." In fact the police were still trying to figure out what caused it.

She frowned, shaking her head before forcing a smile; "Stop avoiding my statement, you need rest."

"Yes you do!" Alice popped in, blue streaks in her black hair and all.

"Shh!" I snapped at her, looking reaching over Sasha as she stirred. It was still too early for them to be getting up.

"Sorry…" The little pain whispered as she tipped closer.

Bella with strength I'm not even aware she had, picked up Xavier, holding him closer to her.

"What the?" Alice whispered, freezing as she looked at them both.

Glaring at her, I hoped to God the twin connection really worked and she could feel me mentally kicking the shit out her.

"You got here a lot earlier than I thought." Bella smiled sadly. She kept acting like she wouldn't see them again.

Alice didn't speak, she just glared at her, whole body stiff as if she were afraid to make any sudden movements. This was ridiculous. I knew my family disliked her, but still she wasn't a beast.

"Edward why don't you help the kids get buckled up. I'll be down in a moment, I just want to talk to Bella."

"We don't want to leave mommy." Xavier yawned, wrapping his arms around her neck. Which brought his bear right into the side of her face.

She just laughed; "I'm going to be right here. Daddy just wants to take pictures of my head. Go with aunt Alice and tonight daddy said we can have a big dinner here."

"Can we have barbeque?" Sasha asked into my neck.

Bouncing her on my arm, I could only nod; "Of course we can have barbeque. I will smuggle it in for us."

"Edward." Alice cut in again.

What the hell was wrong with her?

"I just want to make sure Bella has all the feminine things she needs."

Rolling my eyes at her, I reached over Xavier who kissed Bella on the check before jumping on.

"Let's go make sure Aunty Alice brought the right car seats this time." I smiled carrying them out the door, before I made it out Bella called;

"I love you guys."

Freezing, I turned back.

"I love you too mommy." Sasha grinned so wide her face looked like it was going to break.

"I love you more." Xavier added they both looked to me waiting.

I felt like a fish, my mouth opening and closing but nothing coming out. This was the second time in 12 hours she had said 'I loved you'.

"Me too." Was all I could manage to say before leaving her and an oddly calm, eerily quite Alice alone.

ISABELLA

She just stared at me, walking around the bed before she stood at my cast. She pushed at the ankle, causing me to jump back but I could only get so far.

"What in the hell?" I hissed out staring at my foot.

"That's what I would like to know." She snapped at me. Her eyes narrowed as her hands glowed blue.

What in the bloody hell?

Staring at blue flames taking up her hands, I tried to find the will to speak.

"What…"

"I'm going to ask you this once and only once, witch. Who the fuck are you, because you sure as hell are not Isabella Cullen? I have no problems burn fellow witches."

Witch? What hell?


Well that escalated quickly.

First thank you all for your reviews! They mean the world to me!

Second; I got a few comments about why I didn't make Isadora-Isabella and visa versa. I actually thought about it. However, it felt weird having to refer to as Isadora for the rest of the story, since she will have to keep it up. Let me know what your think.

But yes this just got supernatural...

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