Esme walked over to the desk, opened her purse and took out her wallet. She handed me five one hundred dollar bills. "Are there three bags in the cooler?" she asked as I traded it for the money.

"Well, no, I put in six because, well, my daughter is weaning, and I wasn't sure what to do with it anyway."

"That was sweet of you and that makes what I need to ask you now seem even more inappropriate."

Oh here it came. This was the part where she told me that it was some sort of candid camera thing, or bizarre sex game.

"Is there any chance you have HIV or hepatitis or other diseases? I'm so sorry for asking, it's just, this is my brother's baby, and he's so sick and weak. I can't take any risks."

I smiled. It was so clear that she loved this little boy. "I understand and no. I don't have any disease or illness." I took out my phone and pressed a button. "This is my doctor. Ask anything."

I handed her the phone and my doctor's office answered. "Hello, I'm here with a Miss… uh… "

"Bella Swan," I whispered.

"Bella Swan," Esme repeated then continued. "She's applied for a position and I'd like to verify that she has no communicable diseases including HIV…. Yes I understand that's confidential. She is here and is giving permission."

I had to get back on the phone and give my full name and address and social security number and I swear the code to my sixth grade gym locker, but eventually the nurse confirmed that I was safe.

"Do you mind waiting here a few minutes? If this works, perhaps we can make an arrangement for more."

"Sure," I said watching her walk away with the bag. I used the few moments alone to take out my phone and text Alice. Everything is fine. I wouldn't want the police to show up.

I wasn't standing there long when I heard the faint sound of a baby crying. It was enough to make my milk start to let down. I bit my lip and pressed my wrists hard to my breasts. I knew it would pass if I just waited. Thankfully I was wearing nursing pads.

The crying got louder indicating the baby was being carried in my direction.

"Esme?" I heard a male voice call. "Esme, he couldn't keep that organic formula down. I think I just need to give up and take him to the hospital… Esme?"

I could hear the pain and desperation in his voice and it broke my heart. Something in his voice had sounded familiar and I couldn't figure out why until he stood in the doorway of the study. "Edward Cullen?" I gasped, in disbelief gawking at him. He was one of the biggest movie stars out there. Hell, he'd been voted the sexiest man alive last year and I was standing in his study looking at him. Was this his house? My head was spinning.