Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Twilight canon characters but I do own Ryan. He's MINE! Ha ha.

Author's Note: So, I looked at all the reviews I got, and most of them were telling me that I needed to update quicker. Even when I stated that I was going through a lot of stuff, I thought some of you would be compassionate as well, but nope. I will update when I can. If you can't deal with that, well... tough luck. I didn't have access to a computer since my brother's laptop broke and needed mine for a few weeks. I tried to upload this yesterday but it wouldn't let me upload the chapter! Anyway, here's chapter six, and don't forget to leave lovely reviews.

Chapter Six: It's not supposed to be this easy, is it?

I had to do this. It wasn't just about me. No, it was about Elizabeth, Ryan, and Renesmee more than anything. They deserved to have each other; I just hoped they wouldn't hate me. I bit my lip in nervousness as I slowly approached Edward.

"I understand. You would rather me to leave, correct?" Edward asked as he looked down at my shorter frame, letting his hands drop down to his sides.

"No, that's not it, Edward. I . . ."

"Please don't tell me you want me to grab Elizabeth because she really wanted to come, Bella."

"No, that's not it, either. Do you think we can step outside for a few?"

Edward raised an eyebrow but nodded his head. As I looked at Jasper, Alice, and Edward's parents, I quietly followed Edward out the front door. I had never really been nervous about confrontations, but this time, I was more nervous than anything. I just wanted everything to go perfectly.

BPOV

I couldn't believe how nervous I was! It certainly didn't help that this was a critical conversation. I had a strong feeling that Edward knew the truth about Ryan and Renesmee. How could Edward not know? Elizabeth and Renesmee looked so alike. When a slightly sinking feeling I realized that Jasper had been completely right about all this.

"Are you sure that you don't want me to leave?" Edward paused. "I mean, it's not like I have the right to be here to begin with, right?"

"No!" I exclaimed, feeling my cheeks flush in embarrassment. "I mean, no... I'd like you to stay. I would really like it if you would stay here for Nessie and Ryan's birthday party and they seem to like you somewhat too, especially Ryan..."

I had seen the way that Ryan looked at Edward. I had no clue how I was even going to begin to do this. How the hell was I going to tell Edward that Nessie and Ryan were his flesh and blood just like . . . Elizabeth? Would he take them away from me? What about my beautiful children? Would they hate me? So many questions were running through my mind and I didn't know what to do anymore.

The more I looked at Edward, the more nervous I got, and that was definitely something I did not like in the least. Definitely not. I was so determined to control myself; after all, I remember exactly how I felt when I found out that I was pregnant. I had been sure that Edward wouldn't believe me if I'd told him. That's was just the type of guy that he was.

"He's pretty special," Edward remarked. "They both are, actually."

I felt my cheeks redden as I looked over at him. "Oh, uh, thank you very much, Edward."

Edward simply nodded as he crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back against his car as he raised an eyebrow in my direction. "So, was there something you wanted to tell me, Bella?"

"Uh . . . yeah, there is," I said quietly, running a hand over my arm, my nerves taking the best of me. "I'm sorry. I'm just not very good with words. I'm not normally like this."

"I know you aren't. I have time and patience, Bella. Whatever you have to say, I understand," Edward said softly as he looked at me, running a hand through his dark hair. "I know I was pretty awful a few years ago . . ."

He knew! I knew he knew from those words just then. I bit my lip as I stared over at him, closing my eyes for a moment before I looked at him.

Taking a deep breath I finally got up the nerve to ask, "You know, don't you?"

EPOV

When I heard that question leave her lips, I knew she didn't want me to know, but I did. How could I not know that Ryan and Renesmee were mine, especially when they both looked so much like myself and Elizabeth? Yeah, there was no way that I could lie to her right now.

Running a hand through my hair, I nodded my head, and shoved my hands into my pockets. "Yes."

Bella frowned, biting down in the corner of her lip. "How long . . . have you known?"

"I've known since I saw you in the park with them, Bella," I explained, my eyes never leaving hers, and I wished I knew what she was thinking. "Renesmee and Elizabeth look just like each other, so it wasn't hard."

"I know I should have told you but –"

"Yes, you should have told me, Bella. I mean, I . . . I know I was a huge ass to you, more than I usually was to any girl, but I've missed years of their lives. Have you even told them about me?" I asked in wonder as I ran a hand through my hair, trying my hardest to not sound agitated.

"I haven't told them who you are, and since I don't know much about you, they don't know much about you," she said under her breath, her eyes looking away from me and then back with a slight frown marring her features. "Look, I know that sorry isn't going to help out at all, but I am trying here."

I sighed heavily and looked directly into her warm, chocolate eyes. She was right, and I was lucky enough that she told me about Renesmee and Ryan being mine, but I had missed about four years of their life. I wanted a chance to make things right with my children, but then, my thoughts went to Elizabeth. What would she think about all of this? Would she hate me? Heck, would Ryan and Renesmee hate me?

"I know that you are trying, Bella, but it still hurts," I sighed as I ran my fingers over my temples, shaking my head in aggravation. "I want to be able to have a role in their lives. They need a father, Bella."

"I know they do!" she spat angrily at me, crossing her arms over her chest, glaring. "If I didn't think they did, I probably wouldn't be standing here right now."

When I heard her, my eyes went wide, and I took a step forward. "Excuse me?"

"No, no, that's not what I meant," Bella frowned as tears filled her eyes instantly and she looked down like she was afraid to face me.

"Hey, Bella, what's wrong?" I asked as she hesitantly lifted her head and looked at me. I took another, more cautious, step forward. "I didn't mean to snap at you the way that I did. God, I'm really not like that anymore. I . . . I promise you that I'm not."

Bella continued to look at me sadly. God, I didn't want to see her cry. That's not what I wanted to do again. I had made her cry so many times in school, not to mention the time we had conceived our children.

"Bella," I sighed as I stepped forward even closer, brushing my thumb across her cheek, wiping away a tear. "I'm really sorry for the asshole I was. I can promise you that I am definitely not like that anymore."

I watched her wipe the rest of her tears away in an attempt to calm herself down. "If I would have known what type of man you now, I-"

"Bella, don't," I said as I held up my hand and shook my head. "If anyone's guilty, it would be me of all people the more you think about it. Yes, I hate that I've missed out on their lives, but . . . this is not a time to wish that I had a role in their lives in the past. It can't be changed, but I do know that I would like to have a role in their life now."

BPOV

I never really expected for this conversation to go like this. No, I thought it would have gone a whole lot worse in my opinion. I thought he would have threatened to take my beautiful babies from me, but no, he was being kind, and I was being just as kind in turn. The two of us were being really mature and I wondered if that's how it would be from now on, especially since he knew the truth.

"You do, Edward?"

He nodded his head. "Yes, of course, Bella. I like to think of myself as a really good father and I'd love to show Renesmee and Ryan that I do, in fact, love them."

Just hearing those words could make any woman emotional and it was clearly proven as I blinked away more tears. I couldn't let my emotions get the best of me. The more time I spent out here with Edward, the more time I was missing out on my twins' birthday party. I still could not believe that they were five; it made me seem older than what I was.

"Bella, will you let them know?"

I sighed as I looked over at him. "Edward, it's their birthday, and they deserve to be happy. In a way, I understand what you are going through, but I want them to laugh, smile, and just have a really good birthday. Besides, have you thought about what this will do to your own little girl? As you know, this isn't just about the two of us, Ryan, or Renesmee. It involves Elizabeth as well."

Edward looked down at the ground and ran a hand through his bronze hair. I knew he felt bad but I was only stating the truth. I knew that he'd probably have to coax Elizabeth before any of this could happen.

"I know, Bella. I know. I just want them to know me," he sighed as he let his arms drop down to his sides.

"And Edward, they will know you, but this isn't about you right now."

"I know, Bella . . . I know."

EPOV

Yesterday definitely had been an eventful day. Bella had finally confronted me about Ryan and Renesmee where she had confirmed that they were our beautiful children. I had been so ecstatic that I hadn't even thought about my daughter. Hell, the last thing I wanted was to hurt her. No, I never ever wanted to hurt my princess. Her mother had already tried that when she actually tried to abort Elizabeth. No, this had to be something that I needed to think out.

"Edward?"

I turned my head to see Elizabeth holding Bella's hand in front of my garage. For some reason, just seeing Bella holding my daughter's hand seemed so right. Yeah, I needed help. I highly doubted that Bella would ever see me that way again after how I had treated her.

"Daddy, Miss Bella brought me home!" Elizabeth squealed in delight, her little book bag with her overnight items in it.

"I see that," I said with a chuckle as I looked over at her. Shaking my head, I turned my attention to Bella. "I do appreciate it. Where are Ryan and Renesmee?"

Bella gave me a little smile with her eyes. "At my father's for breakfast. I hope you don't mind me bringing her home."

"No, I don't mind. Maybe you can help me with something."

"Help you?" she frowned as she looked over at me with a raised eyebrow. "What can I help you with?"

"Elizabeth, can you go inside for a moment? Bella and I will be in shortly."

"Mmkay, Daddy," Elizabeth said with a smile as she skipped into the garage and stepped into the house.

"Edward, what are you doing?" she asked. "I . . . I can't do what you want me to do. I am not her mother."

"No, you're right. You're not," I said calmly as I looked over at her. "But if I do this by myself, I know that I will fuck this up. I need you there when I tell her that she has a brother and a sister. I know you don't have to but I can't do this by myself. I just . . . can't do it alone."

"Why don't you ask Rose?"

I laughed out loud and shook my head. "I don't think so. Rose will make jokes the whole time and this is a serious matter, Bella. Please?"

"Fine, Edward. I just hope you know I am not doing all the talking. After all, this is your daughter . . . not mine."

I was so grateful; I wasn't sure what I would do if I had to tell her, especially if Rose had been around. Emmett probably wouldn't have stopped her because stopping Rose was just about as easy as stopping a tornado.

I shook my head and led her inside, allowing my hand to rest on the small of her back. I felt her fidget and I sighed heavily, not sure what my deal was to begin with, and pulled my hand away. I really needed to be careful when it came to her.

"Sorry, Bella."

When she merely shrugged, I led her inside the house, shaking head. I was lucky enough that she didn't slap me. Hell, I knew I deserved it after what I had put her through. The more that I thought about how I kicked her out or how I told her that she was only good for sex, it made me sick to my stomach. I realized that I hadn't been a good guy way before but it still made me so upset at myself that I had been such an asshole. I definitely did not want to be like that anymore.

"Daddy!" Elizabeth exclaimed with a huge smile on her face as she looked over at me.

"Hey, princess, did you have fun at the sleepover? Were you a good girl?" I asked her as she jumped into my lap when I sat down on the couch.

"I had lotta of fun, Daddy. We did makeup and dressup too! I wish you were there," Elizabeth pouted as she looked up at me with her big green eyes.

Bella interrupted as she cleared her throat. "She was a very good girl and has amazing manners too."

"Daddy teached me right, right, Daddy?"

I nodded my head and then turned my attention to look over to Bella before turning my attention back to Elizabeth.

"Daddy, what is wrong?"

I paled as I ran a hand through my hair, hating that this topic was just so hard. I definitely didn't want her to hate me.

"Honey, there's something that I need to tell you."

Elizabeth gave me that cute, adorable frown and she bit her bottom lip. "Am I in trouble?"

I gave Elizabeth a smile, shaking my head as I wrapped my arms around her. "No, of course you aren't in trouble, honey. It's kind of why Ryan and Renesmee's mommy is here."

Her eyes brightened. "Is she my mommy?"

I sighed and I gave Bella an apologetic look. "No, baby girl. I told you that your Mommy was a bad lady and Miss Bella here certainly is not."

"Oh," she pouted once again, her eyes looking up at me. "Daddy, what's going on?"

"Do you remember when you said you wished you had a sister to play with?" I asked, my nerves getting the best of me when I felt my hands beginning to get sweaty.

"Yes, I do, Daddy. I remember. I want you to know I still want that sister of mine."

After giving a nervous laugh, I looked at Bella for help, and she cleared her throat. God, I was so thankful that she was here. If she wasn't here, I knew I'd be stuttering over my words, while I held my daughter in my lap. I just wish I could be strong when it came to situations like this. Yeah, I knew if Rose was here, she'd be pressuring me to tell Elizabeth. Oh yeah, I was so glad that my brother's annoying girlfriend was not the one with me right now.

"Well, honey, what your father is trying to tell you is that Ryan and Renesmee are related to you. I want you to know that this does not mean that he doesn't love you because he does. Oh, your daddy talks about you all the time at work. Your daddy is their father too. If you don't mind, sweetheart, can he get to know Ryan and Renesmee like he has gotten to know you?" Bella asked, her voice filled with concern, her eyes looking down at her. "Please don't blame your daddy. It's not your fault. It's . . . well, mine."