A/N: So here's the next chapter ^_^ hope you guys enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it .

The cool air felt warm against my ice-cold skin as it whipped around me. I hadn't really decided to venture this far, but now that I was here I didn't know what to do with myself.

I also hadn't decided to look up the information to get me this far, not that it was difficult, I just sort of did it. For dancing on such a dangerous line, they're security was just… shit. Breaking in was as simple as opening a window and climbing in. The lock for it had rusted what appeared to be years ago.

All the necessary information was located in a tall file cabinet. Jimmying the lock was easy enough. I left no trace of tampering. A human could have done in as easily. That idea made my mind race, thinking of all the sleazy men that might have been here before me. I pushed the idea from my mind before any images appeared of what they would do with said information.

All the files were in alphabetical order. I began looking for Mason, Iris when Swan, Isabella came into view. This must be the only place her name is listed other that back in Forks. Pulling out the manila folder, I placed it onto the table and began to thumb though the pages.

I glanced at a wages page documenting hours worked, wages earned, taxes deducted, and tip per week. Rate of pay was listed for 7.25 and hour. Minimum wage. I felt my stomach flip at the thought that this was barely enough to motivate anyone to remove their clothes for public show. I continued down the page where the amounts of tips were recorded for each night. In the last week she had averaged 1000 dollars for the entire week. Well that was starting to make a little more sense for money, but it still didn't make any sense why she would do this. The Bella I knew was completely against anything like this.

"No, I'm just gonna check out back, see if we have anymore." A man's thick Boston trailed from down the hallway, "Margret usually keeps an entire make-up kit back here." I quickly looked at the through the paperwork locating her address and phone number, committing it to memory, "You said you wanted a red lipstick, right?" I filed the folder back in its place and made my way back towards the window.

"Crimson Bobby, Crimson!" A high-pitched, almost young, voice called. "So red…" He muttered under his breath. The knob began to open as closed the window without a sound.

Now I was standing outside of her apartment, five stories from the ground. It was early in the morning, the sun wasn't even up yet. I glanced in the patio door taking in the living room and what I could see of the kitchen. The walls were white and plain, the norm, but what surprised me were the furnishings and décor. It was very modern with nice clean lines, neutrals with just a pop of green here and there. Paintings hung on the walls along side family pictures of her and her mother, then her and her father. A young girl, no more than seventeen lay on the couch, she curled into herself and continued softly snoring. There was another quiet hum of a heartbeat, but I couldn't place what it was.

As I continued to examine the small apartment, the door opened slowly. There appeared Bella. A pain I didn't know existed seemed to ease at the sight of her. She flipped the bangs of her bright pink wig out of her face as she placed a gym bag and a black purse on the floor next to the door. Walking over to the couch she shook the young girl's shoulder. The girl stirred slightly then stretched and looked up at Bella.

"You can go home now. Tell your mother I said hi." As the girl woke fully, Bella walked back over to her purse rifling through it. She came back with twenty dollars and handed it to the girl, then walked her to the door.

Once the girl was gone Bella sighed taking the wig off her head. Her brown hair fell in waves over her shoulders. The she bent down taking off her bright red stilettos. Leaving the shoes by the door she walked towards a room taking off her earrings as she went.

Well she hadn't quit. That was sure. But why was there a girl sleeping on her couch… that Bella paid? The girl's mind had been too foggy with sleep to read fully and understand.

Bella walked back out of the room dressed in black lounge pants and a white tank top. Except for the excessive amount of make-up she was beginning to look like herself again. But strangely she seemed older, matured. She walked into another room cooing softly. Quiet gurgles and grunts came from the room. I leaned closer to the window trying to decipher the sound.

Bella emerged from the bedroom and all time seemed to slow. She made her way to the kitchen, holding a small baby to her shoulder, lightly patting it's back. I stared wide-eyed. Bella, my Bella, was a…Mother? I stumbled back unable to process the information. How, well I knew how, but when? And who? My gaze shifted back to Bella as she held a bottle to the infant's mouth. She began to make her way back to the bedroom smiling down at the child.

Alice found me in the middle of my floor again, Jasper right behind her. My mind was carefully blank, or so full of thought that I couldn't process it so it had just shut off. I was staring at the ceiling, I hadn't blinked in the past… however much time had passed. Everything was starting to make sense. It made sense why she was stripping. With the kind of money she was making she could support a child and afford and apartment and live comfortably. But there were still so many questions. Why was she in New Hampshire? Why was she living on her own? Who was the father and most importantly, where was he?

"Edward?" Alice began. She didn't come into my room, but simply sat down in the doorway.

"She has a baby…" I murmured so softly it barely made a sound. But Alice heard me and so did Jasper.

"Wait, what?" Jasper spoke this time.

I sat up, looking out the window wall and out into the forest, not really seeing it. I shook my head, "She's a mother." I looked over at Alice and Jasper as they sat stunned in the doorway. The entire house silenced.

"Wait… What?" Alice had heard me, but she still couldn't believe. I glanced over at her, my expression vacant, "But how."

"Alice I'm pretty sure you know how that act of child making goes." I laid back onto the ground.

She shook her head, "That's not what I meant I just…" She trailed off. 'But its Bella.' She thought. I continued staring up at the ceiling.

"That explains why she's working." Jasper was kind enough not to say the word seeing as a broke a chair last time at the acknowledgment of Bella stripping. He looked over at Alice, "You'd be willing to do anything to support your child."

"But it still doesn't explain why she's in New Hampshire." I looked over at Jasper, "I mean if she was in trouble why wouldn't she stay home and get help?" For this Jasper had no reply.

Alice shook her head looking up at Jasper, "We have to help her." She looked over at me, "We can't let her keep doing this." My eyes shifted up to hers, "Even if you still think that being away from her is the safest thing for her, she still needs help." I nodded looking back at the ceiling.

"I'll go back and see her tonight when she gets home. She can't really run from me there. I'll talk to her." I said.

"Are you sure that's wise?" I looked over as Jasper spoke.

"I think it would be too much of a shock to her if it wasn't me. Reintroducing all of us would be too intense for her to handle." Jasper nodded then strode off, his thoughts brooding and self-loathing.

A/N: OH SNAPPPP! Yeah so Bella... Baby... what? Let's find out what happens in the next chapter together shall we?

~Whispering Ember