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Chapter 4

I sat rigidly on the living room couch, waiting for Edward to finish his talk with his mom. I was trying to put together the information I gathered. I couldn't make sense of any of it. I knew I loved James. Why would I leave him? We were comfortable with each other, our relationship was effortless. At least I think so. I'm not even sure what to think.

I felt someone's breath on my ear, "Mommy?"

It felt a bit strange to hear someone call me 'mommy', but since Sophie is so cute and genuinely believes I'm her mom, I tried to hide my grimace.

"Yeah sweetie," I turned to look at her as she leaned on the back of the couch with her face close to my ear. I realized for the first time that her lips looked almost exactly like mine.

"Am I still gonna help you bake cupcakes for Lucas' party tomorrow," before I could answer she continued, "Daddy said that I have to leave you alone because you don't feel so good, but he doesn't know what he is talking about. When I don't feel good I like it when you and daddy takes care of me so I'm going to take care of you so you can get better and we can bake the cupcakes for Lucas."

I was stunned at how talkative she was. If she was really my kid, she sure as he'll didn't get it from me. I wasn't sure what to say because Edward hasn't spoke to her about my lack of memory yet.

She walked around the couch and came to sit next to me." Well Sophie, the thing is...well...um I-"

She pressed her index finger against my lips, "Don't waste your 'nergy mommy," she removed her hand from my mouth and grabbed one of mine trying to pull me up, "I'm taking you to bed young lady."

I let her drag me out of the living room and to the stairs that led to the bedrooms. After we reached the second floor, she continued to the third. She stopped in front a set of double doors and pushed one side open.

"Go lie down and I'll tell you a story," she pushed be towards the bed.

I followed her instructions and slipped into the comfortable bed. She crawled in next to me and held her head up in one of her hands as she lay on her side.

"Once upon a time, there was a Princess named Sophia Adria Cullen and she had the bestest parents in the whole wide world. King Mommy and Queen Daddy-"

"Isn't it King Daddy and Queen Mommy," I interrupted.

She frowned, "That's what I said."

"Sure Sophia."

She continued as if she wasn't interrupted, "They loved Sophie very much and Sophie loved them very much. They all love each other very much .One day, Queen Mommy..." I laid back, realizing how tired she felt, allowing Sophie to lull her to sleep with her story.

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"And she doesn't remember anything," a female voice asked in a whispered voice.

"She remembers life before me, but nothing after. She knows her dad, the boyfriend where she used to work but…" He trailed off. I was slightly amused at the way he said boy as if the word offended him.

"Not you," the woman, who I assumed was his mother, finished for him.

"We'll just have to work with her," she reasoned, "reintroduce her to her life and help her remember why she loved you." I didn't hear him respond.

"Does Sophie know?"

"I haven't gotten a chance to tell her," he sighed. "Oh, that must be Charlie, I'll go get him and explain everything."

"I'll wait with her until she wakes up," I heard the sound of someone settling in a chair.

My ears perked up at the name Charlie. My dad was here. Maybe he could take me home because I'm really not looking forward to staying here. Edward seems like a nice guy, but I barely know him.

Not wanting to fake sleep anymore, I rolled over to face where I knew his mother must be sitting. She was staring intently at me.

"Oh good you're awake," she stood up from her place in the armchair and cautiously came towards me.

"How are you felling dear," she stopped a few feet away from me, "I'm Esme, your mother-in-law."

"It's nice to meet you Esme," I said quietly.

"Edward is downstairs with your father. How about you go in the En suite right over there and freshen up before we go down to meet them." I nodded and slid off the bed to follow her instructions.

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When I finished in the bathroom I was met with Esme and Sophie.

"Mommy! I made you something," Sophie said coming to stand in front of me. I wasn't sure how to react so I just stammered an okay. I know she was supposedly my daughter but I wasn't sure how to act.

As I looked at her I recognized some of my features in her. Her lips, nose, and face was almost identical to mine. The only thing she got from Edward was his eyes and hair. Despite feeling apprehensive around her I could not help but feel an almost maternal feel towards her. At least, I thought it was maternal.

She removed a box from behind her back and held it towards me, "Here mommy. I made you a present because when I'm sick I got stuff to help me feel better and I want you to feel better. You look sad." I smiled; she was the most adorable child.

I took the green fuzzy box from her and carefully opened it. Green was my favorite color.

"I gave you green because I know you like it." Sophie said as Esme silently observed our interaction with a proud smile.

How did she know?

Inside the box was a card that said:

To: Mommy and Baby's

Get Well Soon

She drew a picture of a man and a woman who must have been Edward and I. Next to the couple were three little girls, one was bigger than the other two. She was very adamant about getting those girls.

Below the card, was a weave bracelet. "Sue helped me," Sophie said excitedly.

It was two shades of green and the word 'mom' is weaved into it in white. It was beautiful. I was starting to get emotional and tears welled up in my eyes.

I pulled her into a hug and whispered thank you in her ear. We embraced for a while longer when Esme interrupted.

"Sophie. Your daddy and mommy have to tell you something," Esme said. She looked at us warily as if she could sense dreadful news coming.

I took her hand and led her downstairs to where Edward should be waiting with my dad.

I heard people talking as we moved towards the living room. I Edward first, he was with two people. I gasped in shock as I took in the other two people; the man and woman. The woman didn't shock me as much as the man did. I recognized her as Sue Clearwater and the man she was with sat in a wheelchair.

She turned to me, "Bella," she smiled warmly.

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