Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, Stephenie Meyer does.

A/N: Dedicated to Bryan Webster, sixth grader at De Anza Middle School. Though you only know me as the girl who didn't pass you the ball when you missed a free throw, I love you! Have fun with Chloe.

Also dedicated to Lost in Believing, of course, and edwardsoul because she writes one of the most well-written stories on fan fiction! Read her story, LOST and Lost in Believing's 50 Things to do When You're Bored, Bring it On, Cullen Academy, and all her billions of stories for High School Musical and The Hunger Games! Finally, also dedicated to Hugh Laurie, again, thanks for faking an American accent for our entertainment, it's my favorite show ever! You rock.

BPOV- ps yay chapter four!

I totally wasn't prepared for who opened the door, though.

"Daddy? Who's girl?" the adorable four-year-old yelled into the house.

He was really cute, his bronze hare and hazel eyes were the prettiest colors I'd ever seen, other than my favorite deep royal blue and emerald green (A/N: emerald green is Edward's eyes!)

The little boy looked a lot like Edward, it must just be a coincidence, though, he's probably just another kid Carlisle adopted.

"Bella! What the hel-ck, heck, are you doing here?!?" Edward glared at me so furiously I couldn't control my violent shaking before I answered.

"Uh, A-A-Alice inv-v-ited mee over for d-dinner," I explained, stuttering like there was an earthquake.

"Alice! Get the heck down here, now!" he yelled up the stairs. "Fine, come in," he added severely to me.

I did as I was told and soon came face-to-face with a open-mouthed, absolutely shocked Alice.

I wanted to yell 'What the hell is going on? Why are you so upset! It's just another kid your 'dad' adopted!' but before I could say a word Alice started screaming in Edward's angry face.

"I can't believe you didn't tell your own sister, Edward! Your own f*cking sister!"(A/N: Alice is gonna cuss a lot, and I'm not exactly like that, even though I am, so I didn't want to offend anybody or affect my reputation as sweet and innocent- which I'm sooo not- by actually writing out the cuss word, just wanted to let you know she's actually saying that) she accused.

"You never needed to know about Drake!" he snapped. "Besides, I didn't know about him either until she sent me an invitation for his first birthday!"

"That was three f*cking years ago, Edward!" she snapped back, poking him in the ever-so muscular chest. I can't believe it, I'm thinking about things like that during a time like this!

"Stop cussing in front of him!" he yelled in her face. By now, the four-year-old, who was apparently the infamous Drake, was cowering behind me.

"Who's gonna make me, Man Whore?" Alice screamed in Edward's face.

And that's about when I pieced it together like a jigsaw puzzle I could finally see the picture on the front of the box of.

"Edward?" I said softly. "Is Drake your son?" I continued in a whisper.

I never thought I'd see this day in my life. Edward Cullen, the most notorious yet popular person in all of Forks, no, probably in all of Seattle County, breaking down and… crying?

"Yeeeees…." he whimpered.

"Who's the mom?" I asked.

A/N: Oh my, another cliffy! Stupid computer won't let me write the word cliffy with an 'ie'! I've already written the next chapter and started on chapter 6, but to read them you'll have to do one thing, I think you know what it is! REVIEW!!!!!!

PS- How the hell do I get the links of websites on my freaking profile? TEAM EDWARD! (Cuz Jake can't sparkle! Sorry- I got that from an ad selling Twilight clothes! : ) )

Sorry about the short chapter. The next one is kinda short, too.