Characters aren't mine. Storyline is. This is un-betaed and coming from snowy, ice covered Virginia. Stay warm everyone!

Present Day

"Call me," I sent a simple text to Edward, hoping that he would call me pretty quickly. I wasn't sure what he was doing, if he was even available to call me, but I hoped that he was.

A few minutes later my phone rang and the caller ID flashed Edward's picture.

"What's up?"

"Are you busy this weekend?"

"Do you follow hockey at all, Bella?"

"Uh, I follow high school hockey…"

"This weekend is the Winter Classic."

"Oh," I chewed on my cheek, anxious about the opportunity to see him. "So, could we meet after it?"

"We could. I'm sure that Tyler would love to come to it….we could meet after that. Is something wrong?" Edward sounded concerned. It wasn't very often that I called him or texted him, so I knew that it was out of the blue.

"I just, I have some things that I'd like to discuss with you, and well, they shouldn't be discussed over the phone."

"It's not about my dad," I sighed, "it's about Us. Or, um, rather, the us that used to be." I was stumbling over my words, something I didn't make a habit of doing and something that Edward knew that I did only when I got nervous.

"Us?" He asked. "There hasn't been an Us for a while Bella. You and him saw to that, remember?"

"I remember. I, well, I'd like to have this conversation in person, Edward. Could we have dinner after the Winter Classic?"

"Sure. I have a presser after the game, but we could meet after that. Somewhere quiet, you could come to my place. We could order in, and talk about whatever you want to talk about."

"Thanks," I replied. "I appreciate it Edward. I really do."

Several hours later, I was sitting in my car outside of Edward's apartment. I had rearranged my hair eight times, smoothed my skirt and applied lipstick. Finally, I got out of my car and walked to the front of his building.

"Miss Swan," I heard someone say.

I looked up to see Mike, the doorman that worked here when I lived here and he opened the door for me.

"Mike, it's nice to see you," I smiled politely and walked past him.

Several minutes later, I arrived in front of Edward's apartment. It had been years since I had been here, and I was nervous for some reason. I knocked on the door and waited patiently for Edward to answer.

"Gimme a sec," I heard him yell from behind the door.

He pulled the door open and there in all his half-naked glory stood Edward. His chest still looked as defined as I remembered, but the tattoos that were scattered across it were definitely new.

"Oh, hey, Bella." He had a towel to his head and was rubbing his hair dry. "I thought you were the delivery guy."

"Sorry, I didn't come with food. Just wine," I said holding up the bottle that I'd purchased on my way over.

"Come on in, and I'll take that," he grabbed the bottle from my hands, put it in the fridge, and disappeared into his bedroom, what used to be our bedroom. A few minutes later he emerged with a shirt and Adidas on.

"I ordered from Bellacino's—you still like chicken parm right?"

"Yeah," I replied. I was picking at my cuticles and sitting on the couch, the same couch I picked out for this place when we moved in together 20 years previous. "I heard you won, Congrats."

"Thanks," he said, "I can't believe that my final season is almost over."

"Me neither." I was running my hands through my long hair, hoping that the delivery guy came soon. I was so nervous to be here. To be back in this place I used to love. I looked around and saw most of the furnishings were the same. The things I'd purchased when we moved in, were all still here, with the exception of some high tech electronic equipment and a PlayStation 4, the furnishings were all me.

The doorbell rang and I jumped up to answer it, like I would've twenty years prior.

"Sit," Edward said, motioning for me to stay in my place. I sat back down on the couch and continued to take in my surroundings.

I heard the door close and Edward came into view, two trays of food in his arms.

"Hungry?" I chuckled a little, still realizing that he had the same voracious appetite that he had when he was younger.

I followed him into the dining area, stopping in the kitchen for the wine and glasses, and grabbed silverware at the same time. Everything was in the same place.

"Thanks," he said, as I handed him the silverware. I opened the bottle of wine, poured two glasses and handed one to him.

We sat there for a while, eating our Italian take out and drinking wine.

"Not that it bothers me, but why are you here Bella?" He put his fork down and looked up at me.

"I know he lied." I said quietly. "He told me, before he died. I called Fritzy. He told me the whole story. I came to tell you I was sorry."

"You're sorry?" He said. "I loved you Bella. We were married. I abided by every single one of his rules. We got married in that church, you kept your name, I treated you like a princess. And you repaid me by believing him. You believed every single word that came out of his mouth. You didn't believe me, the man that you claimed you loved. And then he got it annulled. So the love we had, the marriage we had, they never existed. You took my heart, and my child and you fled. And the only thing you have to say is you're sorry? Really?"

I just sat there, staring at my hands.

"Six years, Bella. Six years we were together and I never gave you any indication that I would cheat. And the one night I go to a bar, the one night I agree to go out with the guys and have a beer, I'm drugged by your father, propositioned by an escort, and weeks later, my wife leaves me. Sorry doesn't begin to cover it."

I just sat there, everything he said was true. I hadn't believed him. I had taken my father's word. And I had kept him from his son. I was a horrible person.

"Your right. I should've listened to you. I was wrong. And I'm so sorry Edward. It broke me ya know. Leaving you. Going home with him. Dying again and again every morning realizing you weren't there next to me in bed. And then I chose a life in the spotlight, surrounded by people that kissed my ass and did my bidding. And in the end, when my father retired, and I stopped working to take care of him, I realized just how lonely I was. Tyler was always gone, for hockey or some other reason, my dad was sick and my friends were busy with their families. And you were playing hockey, and falling in love with other women."

"I never loved her, Bella. She was just a replacement. A very poor replacement, and that's why I never married her." He was standing in front of me our meals forgotten, with my hands in his.

"I want to tell everyone," I said, hanging my head. "I want to tell everyone what I should've told them years ago. That Tyler Swan is your son. That my father lied, and that you, you are the most faithful husband in the world, and that I am a horrible wife. I want to tell the world, Edward, and I want you right there with me."

"Look at me," he said. I was crying. I knew I had been wrong for believing my father. I knew I was wrong for keeping Tyler from him. The cold tears streaming down my face. I was rubbing at my eyes furiously. "You weren't a horrible wife, Bella."

"I didn't trust you. I should've, but I didn't. I loved you so much Edward. I still love you, and yet I didn't trust you over my father. I'm sorry. So, so, sorry." And I crumbled. Into the hard chest I remembered. I felt arms, strong arms, wrap around and hold me. I smelled the spicy scent of his aftershave as I burrowed my face into his chest. And I cried.

He held me, comforted me for hours. We eventually moved away from our food and made our way to the couch. We sat there all night and talked. Edward told me about the woman that he dated—Tanya, was briefly engaged to several years after we divorced. He told me about the day he came home and the entire apartment was redecorated and he flipped, upset that she had done it. He threw her out that day, and called his agent to tell the press. He said there had been flings here and there—nights to just let off some steam. I told him I briefly dated another attorney in my firm, but when he wanted to take it to another level, I just couldn't. We had both dated—albeit however briefly, but neither of us loved again.

Neither of us wanted to love again.

Somewhere after the crying, the talking and the wine consumed between the two of us, the kissing started. Soon after, I had my legs wrapped around Edward's waist and he was carrying me to his bedroom. Our clothes came off. The kissing turned into licking and petting and before I knew it, his emerald green eyes were locked on mine and he was asking permission to enter. I just nodded my head, waiting to feel him again and he quickly grabbed a condom, rolled it on and then thrust into me.

It was like being welcomed home after a long absence. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my high heels digging into his ass. He continued to pull out and then thrust back in, simultaneously licking my nipples as he pushed deeper and deeper. I felt his fingers pinch at my clit and knew I was close.

"Edward." I screamed, my orgasm overtaking me. His thrusting became unsteady and his eyes scrunched shut as he came.

"Baby," I heard him say softly. He laid on top of me for a minute before pushing himself up and off me. He tied the condom off, threw it away and then lifted me up, clutching me to his chest.

"Stay," he said to me. I pushed my heels off my feet and kissed him back, pushing my hands through his hair. He moved the covers of his bed and laid me down, kissing me the whole time.

"Are you sure, Bella?" I nodded my head and he climbed in to lie down next to me. I turned myself and snuggled into his side, content to be in his arms again.

That night Edward and I didn't get much sleep. We kept on waking up and making love to each other. In between our love making sessions, we talked about the past.

He knew I didn't know what my father did, but I never thought he would be so deceitful and hurt me like that, but he obviously thought having Edward out of the picture was more important than having a happy daughter. He forgave me, and wanted to start fresh, the stories of the past forgotten.

Which led us to the present, and the most important thing we shared, Tyler. I expressed my concerns about him not going to college, about him being a professional hockey player at such a young age. I didn't want him taken advantage of. Edward told me he would protect him that he wouldn't let anything happen to him, and I believed him. He loved Tyler that I knew.

And then we talked about the future. I had a father to bury. A son to graduate. A job to get back to. And he had a goal of a winning season, a Stanley cup and going out with a bang before he retired at the ripe old age of 40. We talked about our future, the one up until yesterday that we didn't have, the one both of us desperately wanted.

"You know Bella, you have a license to practice law in Washington, D.C. You did take the test here."

"I did, your right. And I still do. Maybe I'll move here, leave the pretentious house in Richmond and find a nice brownstone in Georgetown or something." He just smiled at me, not saying a whole lot about it.

"Are you hungry?" I thought I had heard his stomach growl.

"Yeah," he replied. "I also have a practice to get to. I need to be at the Verizon Center by 10. That doesn't leave us much time."

An hour later, after a long, hot joint shower, I borrowed some way to big clothes from Edward and headed to the kitchen to make us both some breakfast. He came in a few minutes later and wrapped his arms around me, kissing behind my ear and down my neck.

"We should tell Ty," he says, ghosting his hands below my breast.

"We should tell Ty what exactly?" He had loved his grandfather and I didn't want him to have any ill feeling towards him.

"That his parents are getting back together," he replied. "We are getting back together, right?"

He looked at me, not sure of what my answer was. Even after all the talking we had done the night before, he still wasn't sure that I wanted him, that I needed him.

"Of course," I replied, kissing him back. "I am never leaving you again. Except when you travel."

And then he kissed me again, hard, and lifted me up onto the countertop, he pulled my shirt off and kissed my neck, my chest, my breasts. I shifted my butt up so he could slip my pants down and I felt him enter me quickly, I held onto him, clutching his chest to mine, and felt the familiar pull in my stomach, the coil getting tighter and tighter.

"Oh god, Edward, yes, like that, yes," I was screaming. This position, combined with the sheer force of his body, was going to kill me.

"MOM?"

"ACK," I yelled, scrambling to pull my pants up and put my shirt on at the same time.

"MOM? What are you—I don't want to know—Dad!"

Edward had managed to pull his pants up and cover my chest. I could not believe that we had just been caught having sex by our son. How embarrassing.

Tyler was standing there, frozen to the floor. I didn't know what to say.

"Your mother and I are legal consenting adults that love each other and used to be married. It's ok. That doesn't mean you can go around having sex," Edward made me chuckle and made me all gooey at the same time. He had just admitted that he loved me. I already knew that I loved him. I had loved him, even after the supposed betrayal. Because Edward was my one, much like my mother had been my father's one.

"Too late for that," I heard Tyler mumble. I figured I'd address that later, right now I didn't think that I could stomach having another chat about sex with him.

"I, uh, came to get you to tell you that I was invited to practice today, and thought that maybe we could ride together, but, I'll um, I'll just meet you there." And he turned around and walked out.

"Wow," Edward said, "cockblocked by my own kid, that's a first."

"He's having sex," I replied. "I can't believe it."

"Bella, he's a jock, he's funny, smart and looks like me, of course he's having sex."

"I hope he's careful," was all I said.

"I bought him condoms, and told him it was important to wear one, every single time, no matter what."

"You bought our son condoms?"

"Yes, I did. Rather buy him condoms than me be a grandfather at 40." He was right. I didn't want to be a grandmother anytime soon.

"So, about that breakfast?" And with that he kissed me some more.

Everything had been going great for a few weeks. Tyler was in school, Edward was playing games, my father was buried, and I was back at work. It was Friday afternoon and I was getting ready to drive to Edward's for the weekend.

I heard my phone chirp and picked it up to see a text from Angela, seconds later another arrived from Emmett, then Rose, then Alice, and then finally, Edward,

They were all telling me to turn on ESPN immediately.

I turned on my television and found ESPN, only to be met with my face staring at me.

"Sources have confirmed that the women shown in the picture, leaving Cullen's apartment building is none other than Isabella Swan, the mother of hockey phenom Tyler Swan, who is being actively recruited by the Caps, the team that Cullen is the Captain of. Isabella Swan is the daughter of the late Senator Charles Swan. Senator Swan died several weeks ago after a long and courageous battle with colon cancer. More on this developing controversy later."

"Fuck." I said out loud to no one in particular. My life had just gotten a lot harder.