A/N first off I am like completely in shock/ESTATIC with the response I got for the first chapter (Almost 100 hits in the 1st hour!) and the lovely comments I got! Thank you guys so much! it got me to start the 2nd chapter right away! Though yes I am still working on my other story, though the updates on that one will be slower then this story, am sorry to say.

And I wanted to dedicate this chapter to xcoffenionsandtwilightismex for reviewing everything I have put up so far=] thanks so much! I love your support! And thank you everyone for reading to far!

DISCLAIMER !!!!- I don't own twilight, none of it…actually I don't even own the pants I'm wearing…I guess im on a role with this

SOOOO here is the chapter two=]

Chapter 2- Attached

EPOV

Rosalie was completely out of line; bring a child into a house full of vampires. What happens if Jasper didn't go hunting? The small thing sleeping up in Rose's and Emmett's room would be long dead. There nasty a brain in that name woman's body.

Yes I understand that Rosalie would trade it all, Emmett included, just to be able to give birth. And sure the child I saw in her mind was adorable and upset. But still a house full of vampires is exactly the farthest thing from what this child needs.

She needs a family who as soft and warm. We can provide her with neither. Children need to be around humans, we are not what is best for her. I don't understand how illogical my family is sometimes, but I know they will agree with me that the child does not belong here.

Rosalie has returned with the child now and asks if she wants to meet all of us sadistic vampires. I try to see inside her little mind but it's silent. I hear nothing what so ever. Is that even possible? You can't just not have any brain activity, right? But she seems to act normal to the others.

I vaguely hear Rosalie introduces me to the child. And this is the first time I lay my eyes on the child. She is absolutely beautiful. This little girl would have taken my breath away if it were possible. Maybe it was her long healthy brown hair that waved down to the middle of her back, or maybe her cute button nose and big chocolate brown eyes, or maybe it was just the fact that she looked so small and frail. Whatever it was, the child had caught my attention and I could see why Rosalie wanted so bad to help the young one.

To my utter shock she walked over to me, scrutinizing me it seemed. She looked at me expectantly, waiting for something. I truly wish I knew what she wanted; I had the strange urge to please her; to make her happy always. But then she opened her mouth and spoke to me in her high pitched, youthful voice, "I think you're very pretty."

She said it bluntly and confidently. It was absolutely the cutest thing I had ever seen, and suddenly I was thankful that Jasper wasn't her to pick up on my emotions. I didn't want anyone to think I had gotten soft. Rose and the rest of the room muffled there laughter but I could feel Emmett's silent laughter vibrate through the large open room. I couldn't help but smile at Bella as I told her that I thought of her as beautiful also.

Her breath hitched and her heart started to beat wildly for a second before it was calm. She was staring at me looking a little nervous about something. But then her little hand reached out and touched my hair and her eyes brighten up.

"It's pretty too, like your face. I like you," she muses. Oh god, this child has me under her spell and it's been only a minute and seven seconds. I can't help but laugh a real full laugh. One thing I rarely ever did.

"I think I like you little one," I say smiling at her once again.

Now that the introductions are done, Rosalie takes her into the kitchen for a quick meal. Everyone clears out besides Emmett, who is focused on the replay of the Redsox and Yankees game.

Peoples thoughts are all focused on the small child who is sitting in our kitchen, confessing to my sister that she is picky. I just wish I knew what she detested so much. Frustrations flared up inside my body.

Look at the way Edward and Bella responded to one another! It was absolutely shocking; I was so scared that he would upset the child. Quite the opposite I suppose.

Esme. I sigh and roll my eyes playfully. My mother, so to speak, who was upstairs in Carlisle study was having her usually thoughts about trying to find something that would take me out of my everlasting bad mood. Did she seem to think that this little child was the key?

I ignore her silly thoughts and make my way to the kitchen where Bella is eating so repulsive piece of food happily.

Bella seems to notice me after a second and is frowning. Why is she frowning? Does she not want me in her presence? Maybe I should leave if it makes her happy. But then she holds out her sandwich and asks if I would like a bite. I have to hold my laughter back, for I would never in my life want any sort of food a human eats. Instead I smile at her and decline, telling her to eat it. The child just turns back to her sandwich, all smiles again.

Rosalie and I have an almost silent conversations, as I admit that I am immune to the child's thoughts. It's not a conversation I want to have but I know it would of come up sooner or later. I rather have it exposed now then in a later conversation.

I try hard to resist the urge to walk over in pick her, placing her on my lap. The battle with my self control is quickly lost and I place my hand son her little waist, picking her up and placing her little body on my lap. She has stopped eating now, looking at me with those curious little eyes as I do so. With a shrug she goes back to her food, finishing it quickly.

But then she shocks me once again by leaning back onto my stone-cold chest. How strange this is. Affection is something I have received often from others but never have I once allowed it to affect me. How could such a tiny frail-looking creature be so appealing to me? How could she have such an effect on me?

"How old are you Bella," I ask curiously. She looked no more then a three year-old, maybe a small four year-old.

In a proud little voice she informs me that she is four and a half. I have never seen a human speak to me so. They usually admire me from afar or avoid me like the plague. I prefer being avoided by them much more then admired. It's wrong to have any sort of feeling for a vampire no matter how shallow those feelings are, they should never exist.

"You're a big girl, huh?"

Sadness is plain in her eyes as she explains that her mother used to tell her that. I am stupid for asking her such a question; I don't want her to be sad. I have to change it quickly, so I ask her a question I ask only out of selfishness.

"Do you think you would ever want to live here, with my family and I," I ask very quietly. Half of me hopes she will decline saying we frighten her, and then another part of me, a bigger part prays that she will squeal with joy and say yes. But all she does is wiggle around in my hold, trying to turn and face me. I help her do so and the young Bella stares at my chest as she speaks.

"You want me?"

It's a soft little question; like she thinks me asking was only a joke.

"Yes I do," I tell her.

Say no.

Say yes. Just say you want to stay, little one.

I argue with myself for what seems like forever, but then a smile starts to curl up on her face and she hugged me. Bella actually hugged me. Right then and there I made a silent vow to protect this young human for the rest of her life. She will be happy and safe.

I smile down at her and wrap my arms around her small waist, vaguely aware of Rosalie as she races out of the room in triumph.

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"Alice," I hear her whine from upstairs.

It's been two weeks since Bella as accepted my invitation of being part of the family. Jasper had the fake adoption papers filled out so we didn't have to waist time on the social worker visits and family interviews. It was the last thing any of us wanted to do, knowing full well that the humans would run out of the house, petrified.

Bella didn't need exposure to that, though she took news of us being vampires well.

"Bella, can we talk to you about something very important," Carlisle asks her.

We are all sitting in the living room. Carlisle was standing in the middle of the room like he did with all family talks. Jasper was resting on the arm of the chair that Alice was sitting cross-legged in. While Emmett and I took either side of the large white leather couch. Esme and Rosalie shared the love seat with Bella resting her back on Rose's chest.

"Yes Carlisle," she said softly, probably thinking she was in trouble.

"There is something we have to tell you about our family before you decide if you want to live with us. You see Bella," he says looking around at the rest of us, "My family is different from a lot of families.

"We are unique-"

"What does that mean," she asks wrinkling her nose at his last sentence.

He smiles at her apologetically. "We are different, sort of special Bella. We are vampires. DO you know what vampires are?"

"No," she answers meekly.

"Before I tell you, do you promise to keep it a secret for us?" I had no doubt in my mind that would have a problem keeping our secret. She seems very mature for a four year old.

"I pinky swear," she says seriously.

"Vampires don't eat human food, we have other ways of feeding," he explains.

"So what do you eat? Can I try it too," she asks curiously. I would find her quiet funny if this wasn't such a serious family meeting, for we have all grown to love this little child. It was like she was meant to be part of our little family.

"I don't think that would be best if you had what we had. You seen we drink…blood. It's like how you drink milk to grow big and strong. Animal blood makes us strong.

"I think Emmett's big enough," she giggles. She didn't understand what we were saying, that had to be the reason why she was taking this so lightly. Shouldn't she be running out of the house crying for the mother, who would not come comfort her? "If it is how you guys stay strong and healthy then okay, I don't want everyone to get sick," she says with a frown.

"Do you have any questions at all Bella," Esme asks running her hand through Bella's long waves of hair.

"Do you still want me?"

That's all she cared about?! She only wanted to know if we still wanted her. This child was like any other human I had ever seen,

"Alice, I think its time to feed her lunch now," Esme says sternly.

"Just one more outfit," Alice whines. Since Bella's room was made and her closet was packed with designer children's apparel, Alice forced Bella to try on outfit after outfit everyday. The child got sick of it about two weeks ago, after the first seven outfits. Alice will be Alice though.

"Alice," Esme said sternly.

She carried Bella down the stairs into at vampire speed. Bella took that part of our nature extremely well; she loved moving around so fast in our arms. She squeals and asks each of us to do it again.

Once again Bella chose her peanut butter and fluff sandwich for lunch. It seemed to be one of the only things she ate. When she told Rosalie she was picking, it was no joke. Bella's food choices consisted of macaroni and cheese, her fluff sandwich, chicken fingers, and a few other selected items.

Bella finished her sandwich quickly, along with her apple juice and made her way happily into the living room where I was lying down on the large leather couch.

I smile at her as she makes her way around to greet me. "Hello Bella how was your lunch today?"

"Yummy," she squeals happily. "Esme makes very good food, oh and Rosalie does too! They both made cupcakes with me yesterday. And guess what Edward?"

"What Bella," I ask as I pick her up and sit her on my lap so she is facing me.

"I got to eat some of the frosting. Rosalie let me have just a little; it was really yummy and blue!" She claps her little hands together excitedly.

I can't help but chuckle at her. She is the most amusing little thing I have ever seen. "How was your cupcake last night? Did it taste good?"

"Yes it did! But I had frosting all over my face so Rose had to give me another bath," she giggles. I just look down smiling at her happy face as she followed the lines of my sweater with her little index finger. She starts to yawn after a minute or so, rubbing her eyes.

"Is it nap time already," I ask her.

She shakes her head at me stubbornly. It was her least favorite time of day next to dress up time with Alice. I grab the afghan from the top of the couch and wrap it around her little body. She gives me a look.

"What," I ask her innocently.

"I'm not tired Edward," she informs me. But when her little hand went to her mouth to cover another yawn I get her a pointed look. Bella just looks back at me, not backing down.

"How about this, you can have nap time here today, I'll even keep the TV on low for you."

"Will you stay here," she asks me.

How could I say no to her? I smile and nod my head at her.

Bella's eyes brighten up and she gives me a toothy smile. I lay us both down on the couch and start to hum to her. It's a pretty little tune I have some up with on the spot and Bella seems to enjoy it because I can feel that s mile curl up onto her little mouth.

In no time Bella is sound asleep on my chest, and I can't help but stare down at the sleeping child. All of us found it intriguing to watch her sleep. Humans did strange things in there sleep, Bella especially. Talking, laughing, you name any adorable thing a child could do in their sleep and she did it.

The words came quickly today. Mushed up mumbles came first then more pronounced words followed. I felt myself get particularly interested when my name came up.

"Edward… best friends forever," she muttered in her sleep.

I was her best friend? Bella chose me to be a friend but no I got to be her best friend. I could feel that goofy grin spread across my face. I was Bella's best friend. And Bella is my best friend. I am her protector, her best friend. I will always be here for her, even if she pushes me away.

The vow I made a few weeks ago grows stronger in me now. I am her protector; I will take care of my best friend no matter what. I watch my sweet little Bella as she sleeps away, carefree to the world as she will always be.

A/N okay I know it's somewhat short compared to the first chapter but I wanted just EPOV in this one. Its soul purpose is to show you the friendship Bella and Edward share and the start of his protectiveness. And I only wrote this in two and a half hours so forgive the mistakes in it, please=]

SOOO R&R and I will try to update tomorrow=]