Chapter: 2

"He looks tired."

I look at Emmett, then at Mike and roll my eyes. "He's not the only one. It's been three weeks since they've moved in next door to me. Almost every night I am woken from the sounds of him and his wife and their night time activates."

"He's a lucky man. I miss the honeymoon stage. It's great; you just can't keep your hands off each other."

I look at Emmett as if he's grown another head. "Emmett, you and Rose still act like that and it's been four years."

Emmett chuckles, while looking at me. "Fuck, Dude, you need to get laid."

I shake my head at him. "No, what I need is a full night's sleep."

Emmett's eyebrows raise and I shake my head at him. "His wife, Bella, is a screamer," I say, as I point to Mike.

"Wow! Man, I have to say, I like it when Rosie is loud. I really need to meet this Bella. Word has it she's a young thing, but is shy. Some of the ladies say that she's out of his league and she could do so much better."

I look at him as he nudges his head to the pin board for the book club. I roll my eyes. They should change their name to Neon Princess'.

"I wouldn't say that, she seems to keep herself hid in her clothes. She also hides her face behind the curtain of her hair most of the time. I've never gotten a really good look at her face, but what little I have seen, I'd say she's pretty."

Emmett looks at me shaking his head. "No, I'm not taking your word for this one. I'm afraid I'll have to look at her myself, and then I'll determine if she's a Swan or the Ugly Duckling."

I push some of our reports Emmett's way hoping that he will start to fill them out.

"Hey, Mike, some of us and our partners are going to the bar, you should come and bring Bella," Emmett says a few minutes later, when Mike comes over.

Mike looks between us, before shaking his head at us. "Bella doesn't like bars, sorry guys."

"Ah, come on, Mike. You don't need to stay long and it would give her a chance to meet a few of the other guy's wives," Emmett whines out like he a five year old.

"I think it's a great idea."

We all turn our heads and look at Alice.

"And we can do it on Thursday, since that is her twenty-fifth birthday."

Fuck, she does not look twenty-five! One thing is for sure, she has great genes.

"I can't believe you weren't going to do anything for her birthday! What kind of husband are you?" Alice says before walking away.

Mike looks at me, as if to ask who the hell that was.

"That's Alice."

"Who the fuck is Alice? And how does she know Bella?"

I chuckle at his questions. "Alice is the teacher of the class Bella helps in," I say a little surprised that he doesn't know who his wife works with.

"Oh ... the fearless Mrs. Whitlock."

I nod my head at him. "She's cut her hair, because her photo showed her with long hair."

I look at him strangely, because it has been a month since Alice cut her hair.

"So, come sit down and we'll have this all planned out in no time."

Mike turns and looks at Alice, before looking back at us, and we both shrug.

"Mrs. Whitlock, Bella doesn't like parties and she doesn't want to do anything special for her birthday."

Alice glares at him. "But she's turning twenty-five, that's a mile stone."

Mike shakes his head, and I can tell he's getting flustered with Alice ... but don't we all.

"Look, I said no and that is the end of it! I plan on taking her out for a nice private quiet dinner anyway." At that he walks off, leaving a pissed off Alice standing by my desk.

"If he doesn't want to help plan it, then I'll need to do it by myself, or you guys could help me."

Emmett looks to me to say something to Alice, and I just shake my head. "I'm staying out of this. I want nothing to do with it, at all."

"You're thirty, Edward, not ninety, start acting your age."

I get up and give her a smile, before walking away.

It's late when I leave to head home. I pull up and park in the driveway and Greg comes running out to me.

"Hey, dad," he says excitedly.

I chuckle and pick him up, and wave at Mrs. Cope who's already walking for home. We watch her to make sure she gets inside okay, and then I make my way into the house still carrying Greg.

"Did you have a good day at school today?" Greg's eyes open wide as he nods his head at me.

"Bella, I mean Mrs. Newton, painted some pictures with us, and then we made cookies. I kept one for you, it's in the kitchen. But Mrs. Cope said that you had to eat all your dinner first. Oh, and Mrs. Newton helped us learn two new sight words: as and the."

I shake my head and listen to him talk about his day. I tried to hold back the alarm that Bella's name was brought up so much.

"What about Mrs. Whitlock?"

Greg's face changes a little. "She's okay I guess, but I like Mrs. Newton bestest."

I look at him as I hear some hurt in his voice. "Bestest isn't a word Greg, just best is the correct term. Now tell me why you sound so sad. Did Mrs. Whitlock upset you?"

Greg lets out a breath shaking his head. "No, but she upset Mrs. Newton. Mrs. Whitlock kept saying that she should have a party and that they should go out and buy new clothes, because the ones she has aren't very nice. But I think Mrs. Newton is very pretty, more pretty than Mrs. Whitlock," Greg says the last part in a very matter of a fact voice. "Dad?" Greg looks down at his hands.

"Yeah, Bud?"

He keeps looking at his hand as he speaks to me. "It's Mrs. Newton's birthday in a few days. I can't remember when exactly ... but can I buy her some flowers?"

I watch as a blush flushes across his face and I hold back a chuckle. "Yeah, I think that'll be a nice thing for you to do."

He looks up at me and smiles.

I'm cleaning up and doing the dishes. Greg's already in bed for the night, and must've had a long day, because he was out right away. After the kitchen is clean, I pick up the trash to take out side. As I walk out to the curb container, I notice Bella is running around her backyard. I look around for Mike's car, but don't see it. I put my trash into the container and my feet seem to take me over to where Bella is running.

"Nice night," I say as she runs past me. I'm shocked when she screams and the falls to the ground.

She looks up at me and all I can see is fear as she looks back at me. Then her eyes change and she no longer seems to be fearful, but is now clearly upset. She goes to stand, but moans in pain. Her hand goes to her knee, and I see that she is bleeding.

"Shit, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

I look at Bella and I can see she's turned a deathly shade of white.

"You don't like the sight of blood, do you?"

Bella closes her eyes and shakes her head. "Come with me, and I will fix you up." I offer her my hand helping her up. Once she is standing, I notice how small she is. I go to move towards my home, but Bella is looking at her house.

"Can we go to my house?"

I tilt my head as I look at her. "No, Greg is sleeping and I don't like to be out of the house for too long in case he wakes up."

Bella bites her lip. "It'll be fine. I can take care of it," Bella says looking down, but I catch her as she sways a little.

"Bella, you look like you're going to pass out, please let me help you?"

When Bella opens her eyes, she looks between me and her house. "Okay, but I need to call Mike first ... to make sure it is okay."

I look at her, feeling a little on edge. Why would she have to ask Mike if I could fix up her bleeding leg?

"Damn," Bella say's and she grips her head.

"My cell is in the house. Shit, I can't go; he'll be pissed when he finds out that I went in and didn't ask him first."

I let out a sigh. "Okay, how about this, I can take you right over there to my yard and you can sit in that lawn chair. I'll be able to fix you up, and still listen for Greg. Is that acceptable?"

Bella looks behind me, and then nods her head. I help her as she limps over to the seat.

"I need to go in and grab my first aid box. I'll be right back, stay put."

Bella nods her head at me. I run and grab the box and head back to her with it. I kneel down at her chair and take her leg, placing it softly on my lap. I try hard to ignore the feeling I get when I touch her bare leg. As I clean up her cut and scrapes, Bella lets out a soft moan that I'm pretty sure was not caused by pain. As soon as I clean the large cut, I place the bandage over it. I give her leg a squeeze, as I look up at her face.

When our eyes meet, it's almost as if time stops. I look at her, and see that she's pretty ... she's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

"What's going on?"

Both Bella and I jump as Mike's voice comes from behind me.

"I fell and he was fixing me up, the blood made me dizzy," Bella says in a rush.

"Were you running out here again?" Mike sounds as if he is angry.

Bella nods her head and Mike sighs.

"I told you that I'd get you a treadmill, Bella."

Bella looks up at Mike and I can see that she's trying hard not to cry.

"Mike, she was just running around the back yard. Her falling was ... well, actually it was my fault. I spoke to her, which scared her."

Mike looks at me and gives me a nod. "Bella, we should head in now," Mike says as he helps her to stand. As they walk away, Bella gives me a little wave.

I let out a sigh and walk inside my home. In a way, I can see Mike's point, if she were mine, I'd want to lock her up too. She looks very fragile. Bella looks as if she'd break if you held her to tight.

The days go by fast and I take Greg to a flower shop, before taking him to kindergarten on Thursday morning.

"You think she'll like these?"

I look down at Greg and nod my head at him. "She'll love them, Bud," I say walking him into the classroom.

"Mrs. Newton, these are for your birthday," Greg says as he hands her the flowers. I watch Bella as she seems to try hard to keep a smile on her face, but there's so much sadness in her eyes.

"Thank you, Greg, these are lovely and the best gift I've ever been given."

Bella smells the flowers as Greg grins. "Dad helped pick them for you."

Bella's eyes open as she looks at me. "Thank you, Edward ... I mean, Mr. Cullen."

I shake my head at her. "Edward is fine, Bella. Have a good day," I say with a little nod.

"See you later, Bud," I say before waving and heading off to work.

Emmett and I spend most of the day at a crime scene. I'm glad when I'm able to clock out for the day. I collect Greg from Mrs. Cope's house and walk home with him. I stop short, when I hear Alice's voice. I follow it to the back yard and groan seeing that there are banners, balloons, and fairy twinkle lights all over the place.

She has also set up a music system, a food and drink table, as well as a gift table.

"Dad, are we having a party?"

I shake my head and glare at Alice, who is sticking her tongue out at me.

"No, we aren't, Bud."

My eyes go down to him and he looks sad.

"Are Mr. and Mrs. Newton having one?"

I sigh and roll my eyes. "Yeah, I think they are being made to have one, whether they like it or not," I add loud enough to show Alice I'm not taking any of the rap for this shit.

Greg's eyes sparkle. "Do you think I can go? Mrs. Newton said I was her best friend."

I chuckle and shrug my shoulders. "I have a feeling that the Newtons don't want a party, so let's just wait and see what happens."

I get changed and tell Greg to put on some jeans and a shirt. I grab a juice for him and beer for myself and sit back outside, in our own yard. I watch Alice, Jasper, Rose and Emmett finish off setting up the party.

"Edward, you could help you know!"

I shake my head at her. "Not on your life. Mike told you no, and I have it from a reliable source that Bella said no too."

Alice rolls her eyes at me. "I think her husband is an ass, and you know I wanted to take her shopping and show her the town, but she couldn't. She had to call Mike and ask first and he said No! Can you believe that? Get this, she said she had to do what he said. I'm telling you here and now, Mike has Bella under his control, and we all need to help liberate her."

I feel a little uneasy about what Alice said. I know myself that there's something weird about the way Bella always has to check with Mike first. At the same time, I know that if there's some form of abuse happening, Bella has to want to leave. You can't liberate someone who doesn't want to be free.

It doesn't take them long to get everything done. Most of the off duty force and their families show up as well as the parents and kids from the class too.

"Alice, how many people did you invite to a house that's not yours?"

She waves her hands at me. "It's not my fault that people spread the word. There are great people here, all of which Bella will be happy to meet and get to know."

I roll my eyes at her letting out the breath I was holding. "You need to stop with the bullying, Alice."

Alice turns around and looks at me with her hands on her hips. "I am not and was not ever a bully. I mean ... I'm sweet and everyone loves me, even when we were at school, I was the queen of hearts. It was Rose who was the ice bitch," Alice yells at the top of her lungs. Rose looks at her and shoots her a dark look.

"And you made her cry, Alice! What does that tell you? That you, the 'queen of hearts,' made the ice bitch break down and cry for three hours."

Alice rolls her eyes at me, like it was no big deal. "She's my friend. I was allowed to tell her the truth. I couldn't in good consciousness let her to walk out with that dress on, and don't get me started on that perm," Alice says as she's walking away from me. I hear her muttering about the dress Rose was going to wear that day.

Half an hour passes before Mike's car pulls up. I know that Mike notices the banner and balloons as soon as the car stops, and he doesn't looked pleased. He leans over and talks to Bella who looks really upset and scared.

"How long does it take to get out of a car?"

I look to Alice, but fail to catch her, before she storms over to the car.

"Greg, stay here I need to save Alice from being shot."

By the time I get to the car, Alice is dragging Bella out of her seat and Mike is making his way around the car.

"Come on, Bella, I got you a decent dress. You need to open your front door, so I can make you look all pretty," Alice says as she tries to drag Bella along.

"Look, Smurf, let her go now! I said no frigging party," Mike says as he stands in front of Alice's intended path.

"Look, ass hat, she's my friend and she wanted a party for her birthday, so I'm throwing her one."

Mike looks at Alice and puts out a fake laugh. "Really, she told you that she wanted a party?"

Alice glares at him and put her hand on her hips. This whole hand on her hips thing is starting to piss me off, and making her look like the bitch she pretends not to be.

"Not in so many words, but I'm good at reading between the lines and putting the pieces together."

Mike looks at Bella and smirks at her, before turning to Alice. "And that's why you're the Lieutenant, and I'm a kindergarten teacher." Mike snaps his fingers. "Nah, wait, that's not it, it's the other way around. Look, lady, I really wouldn't give up your day job, because your reading between the lines leaves a lot to be desired."

I chuckle as Alice looks shocked. "Come on, Bella. I'll get you changed."

Bella's smile drops as she shakes her head.

"Mike?" Mike rolls his eye and places his hand over Alice's. "LET. HER. GO."

Alice drops Bella's hand and looks scared from the tone Mike used. I know that I'm going to have to help put a stop to this, since Alice and Mike look like they're about to kill each other. Sadly, I'm not sure which one I'd be rooting for.

"Alice, I warned you. Now tell everyone to go home."

Alice shakes her head at me. "No, most of the people here have been dying to meet our new Lieutenant, and his wife, the kindergarten teacher's aide. This isn't just for her birthday; it's their house warming and welcome party as well. They should meet these people."

Alice makes it sound like they owe it to the people to let her throw a party. My head snaps to Bella, when she let out a deep breath.

"Maybe we should just have the party? It could stop them from coming over with all kinds of food," Bella says as she looks to Mike almost pleadingly.

Mike rubs his face and lets out his own exaggerated breath.

"They stay out of the house. If they need to use the restroom, they'll have to use the one in the garage. I will not have people snooping around our home."

Alice smiles nodding her head and clapping her hands.

"I going to get changed and put some stuff, out of nosey-ass-intruders, way. Stay by the backdoor, and come in and shut it if you need me."

Bella looks worried, but nods her head at him.

"Right, well now that the Grinch has gone, we've got time to get you stunning!" Alice pulls on Bella's arm again.

"Alice, I said no. I said yes to the party, but not to changing," Bella states.

Alice looks at Bella horrified. "You can't wear that! It's unacceptable. Bella, sweetie, I know good clothes and that's not good ..."

I look Bella up and down seeing that she has on a long dress, and it's loose fitting. The dress does look as if it's something a woman in her fifties would wear, but she looks fine to me.

"Alice, what she has on is fine. Why don't you find someone else to bully? Really, you do know that most people grow out of this." I'm starting to get real pissed about the way Alice treats people.

Alice looks at me, giving me her bitch brow as she turns back to Bella. But Bella moves to stand behind me, using me as a shield.

"Alice, either I wear this, and you get to have your party or no party at all. I'll still keep this on." I hold back my chuckle as Bella tries to put on a strong voice.

"Fine, look like you're from the nineteen-thirties, see if I care. I just wanted to help you be beautiful on your special day." Alice tries to give her the sad puppy dog face.

"One more comment and I'll get Edward to put on his badge and tell all those people to go home!"

Alice looks shocked as she looks around me trying to see Bella. After a few seconds, she rolls her eyes and storms back to her party.

"Is she gone?"

I chuckle and turn, but as Bella is holding onto the back of my shirt and she moves with me. I half turn my body, so I can place my hand on her arm and bring her around in front of me.

"She's gone." I look at Bella, as she tries to hide behind her hair.

"Come on, I'll walk you around. Greg's been waiting to see if he can come to your party."

Bella doesn't look at me, but she does speak back to me. "I'd like it if he was here. It'd make me feel better that there is at least one friendly face here."

Bella stops and she looks around the back yard, then her eyes go to her dress and she pulls at it.

"Maybe I should change into something else. I don't really have any party dresses, and Alice doesn't like any of my clothes so far."

I feel a pang in my chest as Bella speaks. "You look fine. Don't listen to Alice. She thinks she knows everything about fashion."

Bella looks at me. "It's all talk Bella. After all, she's a teacher, not a fashion icon."

Bella chuckles at my comment.

"You look very pretty the way you are."

Bella has a small smile on her face, and she chuckles lightly. "Thank you, you're crap at lying, but thank you for saying it anyway."

I feel a little hurt and I'm not sure why. In a way I was lying, because the dress does nothing for her, but she is pretty. I pull her arm making her turn to face me. When she's facing me, I lift her head with my other hand and brush her hair away from her face. Again I am studying how pretty she is.

"Bella, you are beautiful," I insist.

Bella's breath catches and I know she knows I'm speaking the truth. As I look at her, a blush covers her face as well as a small smile moves across her lips.

"Mrs. Newton, can I come to your party?"

I look down and see that Greg has come over to us. I let Bella's arm go and she bends down to him. "I'd like that, but only if you call me Bella."

Greg looks at her for a little bit. "But Mrs. Whitlock says that I need to call you Mrs. Newton?" Greg sounds a little confused.

"Well, we're not at school, we're going to my backyard, which is right next to yours. So when we're here or outside of school anywhere, you can call me Bella. But at school, you should stick with Mrs. Newton. If you don't call me Mrs. Newton at school, the vein on Mrs. Whitlock head might burst and we wouldn't want that."

Greg laughs nodding his head. "Okay, Bella."

Bella smiles and gives him a wink.

"Hey, Sweetie," Mike says as he wraps his hands around Bella. He moves her hair back and talks in to her ear. I hear Bella let out a sigh and cross her heart and Mike nods his head at her.

"Hello, Greg, Bella tells me you're her favorite student."

Greg smiles as he looks up at Mike. "Really?"

Mike nods his head. "She did. She's always talking about you to me."

I look at Bella, who smiles nodding her head at Greg.

"Here's a drink for the birthday girl," Alice says handing Bella a drink.

"And one for the ass-hat she married."

Bella bites her lip and looks at Mike, who in turn takes the drink from her hand and tastes it.

"Shit, Smurf, how much vodka is in this?" Mike says while trying to clear his throat.

"Just a splash and it's not yours, its Bella's," Alice says as Emmett turns on the music.

"Sweetie, would you like to dance?" Mike asks Bella. She nods her head and he places the drinks down and leads Bella to a small space set up for dancing. I feel a pain in my chest as I watch him wrap his arms around her and pull her close to him.

"Dad, can we dance too?" I look down at Greg and nod my head.

"Yeah, we can."

The next hour or so flies by and I dance and play around with Greg, who seems to be having a great time. For the last half hour or so, I've had a feeling someone is watching me, but when I look around, I don't see where it's coming from.

"Hey, Greg, would you like to dance with me?" Greg looks up at Rose, Emmett's wife, and nods his head. Rose gives me a quick smile and walks away with Greg. As I watch them, I feel the same eyes on me. I look up slowly and look around. I see Angela talking away to Mike. My eyes keep scanning the yard, but I don't see anyone that catches my notice. It's only when I see the banner saying, "Happy Birthday Bella," that I look around the yard again, this time for Bella. I frown when I don't see her, and I look toward the house. I shake my head when I see a face, well, a part of a face. Bella's inside looking out the kitchen window. Her eyes are looking right at me. Not only did I find her, but now I know who the person is that's been watching me.

I make my way to the house, and as I get close, I can see Bella's face starting to get red. I enter the kitchen and see that she's biting her lip as she watches me walking toward her.

"Why are you hiding in here?" Bella looks down to the ground.

"Parties aren't my thing."

I tilt my head to the side, because I can hear the sadness in her voice.

"Did you get anything nice?"

Bella looks at me a little confused, but she then smile and nods her head.

"Yes, I got the most gorgeous bunch of flowers from one of the cutest little boys in my class. I love them," Bella says pointing to the bouquet Greg gave her.

"Lucky you, he must be a great kid," I say with a smile. "What about Mike? Did he get you something nice?"

Bella looks at me as if I am nuts. "He took me out for dinner and got me some books to read," Bella says holding up some cook books.

I open and close my mouth at what he got her.

"There's some stuff in here I can't wait to make. Mike's going to take me shopping on his day off, so I can get the stuff that I need."

I close my mouth at how happy she seems to be, maybe Mike got her the right gifts after all.

"That's good. Are you enjoying working with the kindergarteners?"

Bella smiles and nods her head. "It's great. The kids are all so good. They can be a handful at times. It kind of made me realize that I'm so not ready for my own. I swear, I really don't know how you do it, day in and day out. I'm tired out by the end of every night and I've only got them for seven hours a day, five days a week."

I chuckle a little. "It is hard work, but remember, you have ... what ... like thirty of them, for seven hours a day? Most people only have one, two or three. Besides, the rewards of having them around are great."

Bella nods her head at me. "I bet they are. Greg is so great in class. He's sweet and kind, and always tries to make sure everyone is okay ... even me. You've really done a great job with him."

I don't hide my smile, and I even feel a small blush coming over my face. I know that Bella is speaking from her heart.

"Is it ... Alice said ... you don't need to tell me, but is it just you and Greg?" Bella stutters out.

"Yeah, I've had him since he was a year old." Bella frowns at me and look upset.

"I'm sorry, did she ... um ... your wife ... did she leave?"

I frown and having heard something peculiar in Bella's voice, but not sure why I feel that way.

"Greg's mom died."

Bella's face pales as she looks at me. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to ... I'm sorry."

I shake my head at her. "It was a few years ago now."

Bella nods her head at me. "Greg looks so much like you. Is there a part of him that reminds you of your wife?" Bella asks as she looks out the window.

My brain runs through her question again and I realized that she used the word wife. "He does look more like me than anyone else, which is surprise, because he's not my son by blood."

Bella gasps and her head snaps around to me.

"His mom was my sister. We didn't look alike, except our hair and eyes. So yeah, it's a real surprise that he looks so much like me."

Bella's hand touches my arm. I look at her hand, and then into her eyes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know. I thought he was your ... I mean he is your ... but I mean ..."

I place my fingertips over her lips to stop her stuttering.

"It's fine. I know you meant no harm, but I would ask you to keep it to yourself. I don't like it to be talked about. I have told Greg about his mom, but he is still young and there are only a few people that knew that he was my sister's son."

Bella nods her head at me.

"What's your and Mike's story?"

Bella looks at me and shrugs her shoulders. "I'm not really good at telling stories."

"Come on, Bella, tell me something about you?"

Bella looks at me worried, but then smiles. "What about twenty questions?"

I look at her shaking my head. "Come on, Bella, we left the teen years behind already," I say lightly, but the more I think about it, the better the idea seems.

I think of my first question and look at Bella seeing that she looks sad.

"Okay, we'll play, but no vetoes, and I go first. What is your favorite color?"

Bella looks at me. "Green," she says and smiles at me.

"Why green?"

Bella bites her lip. "It's the color of Greg's eyes. He has amazing eyes."

I smile at her knowing that one thing Greg, Elizabeth, and I all had, was the same clear green eyes.

"And that was two, my turn, twice. Why did you become a cop?"

I chuckle and look out the window to see Greg is playing with Emmett.

"I wanted to do something worthwhile, some meaningful. Becoming a law enforcement officer seemed more like a calling than a choice."

Bella nods her head at me. "Have you ever shot someone?"

I look at her, then to table. I pull out a chair and sit facing her.

"I've pulled my gun out many times and I've fired it, but never hit anyone."

Bella jumps down from the counter and pulls out a chair and sits across from me.

"Why kindergarten?" Bella frowns a little.

"It was a lot of things. It wasn't really my choice, but right now it's my only choice."

I hid my frown over how sad she sounds. We go back and forth. Every so often I get up and look out to check on Greg, who is having a great time.

I chuckle at Bella's answer as she blushes.

"Daddy?"

I look around seeing Greg coming in holding Mike's hand.

"See, I told you that your dad wouldn't be far."

Greg yawns and sits on my lap. I look at the time seeing it's just left half past ten. I feel bad knowing that I came in here just after eight.

"Thanks for the talk Bella, but I need to get him home to bed. It's well past his bedtime."

Bella smiles at me again and nods her head. "Thank you, for sitting with me."

I give her a smile back and a wave as I walk out the door. I look back and see that Mike has a grip on Bella's arm and he seems a little cross as he speaks to her. Bella's eyes flash to mine and Mike follows her view and they both fake a smile and wave at me. I leave feeling confused and worried about Bella.

A/N: Well, do you think he has reason to worry?

A few people asked a few questions ... No this will not be a poly story. Yes this is a Edward/Bella pairing story. Yes we are posting one chapter a day and the final chapter will post on Saturday July 20th, 2013.

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