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Song: Dare- Gorillaz

EPOV

I had literally just ran around New York like a mad man. That's a lie actually. I wasn't running, I was driving... Ok, I wasn't driving, I was being driven, but still I was in a hurry. I don't know why it was bothering me so much, but not knowing what Bella was doing, what 'not keeping it' actually meant, was really... distressing? I still had a thousand things whirring around my mind and would've really appreciated if she could just hold up one second while I thought all this through.

For all I knew, she could be at an abortion place right now, totally ridding of our baby. She wouldn't do that would she? I mean, fair enough if she doesn't want to keep it but..

I'd arrived outside the apartment block Alice said she lived in and nearly flew out of the car into some passing people, hoping to god she actually lived here and that she was actually in. If she wasn't in I'd wait until she was. And if she didn't live here I'd find her at work. God I sound like a stalker. Alice had given me two addresses, both in the same building, she said both of them had come up when she searched her so I'd have to check both. I went to the address on the lower floor first, taking the elevator up. I didn't like this elevator though, it didn't have stupid music in the background and it had a faint smell of feet. And it was moving so slowly...!

When it finally decided to open, I slid out of it's feet smelling confines and looked at the sheet of paper I had, apparently I was looking for 25a... so I looked for a door with that number, and sure enough there it was, please be hers, please be hers...

I knocked, running my hand through my hair as I thought of all the things I wanted to ask her. All the things I wanted to know. What she was going to do. Why she was going to do it. Whether my thoughts were going to be included in her decisions...

There was no answer, so I knocked again. Still nothing. Shit, maybe she never came home, maybe she's got rid of it already, maybe I'm too late.

"Oh goodness, is it my birthday already? Why on earth is there such a beautiful man standing outside my door?" I turned to see an old woman with thick glass giggle, holding mail in her hands wobble over to where I stood from the closing elevator. Her door? Oh thank fuck, there was still hope.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I must have the wrong apartment." I smiled at her and turned, gliding over to the elevator where a man with a large plank of wood was now trying to fit into it. Are you kidding me? His efforts were fruitless. The wood wasn't going to fit and yet he kept trying. He kept trying, he kept wasting my time. Just standing there watching him was almost painful.

That's it. I'm taking the fucking stairs. The piece of paper in my hands said the other possible apartment was five floors up... Yes, I hadn't been to the gym in a while, but going up five flights of stairs wouldn't be too bad right? Wrong. Somewhere between the last time I'd worked out and now, I had become some kind of unfit baboon monster thing. It was pathetic. I nearly died half way up the third flight. Stupid fucking wood man, can't he see it isn't going to fit! Dumbass, some people have got to get places...

Seriously, I climbed the five flights, may I add I was sprinting just so it didn't take so long, and by the time I'd got to the door that was supposedly Bella's and knocked on it, I was panting like a dog. I actually had to bend over to catch my breath. I was amazed I didn't have a big sweat patch around the neck of my shirt or something. When the hell did I become this unfit?! I used to be able to take ten flights of stairs and be totally un fazed! I think the gym is calling... I scuffed my damn shoes on the stairs as well. Fucking Gucci. Alice was going to kill me...

BPOV

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What the hell? Why is he at my door? Why is he here?

Edward was standing at my door looking like he'd just run a marathon or something... How the hell did he even find where I lived? And so freaking quickly? It would have taken me a couple days at least, it's taken him, what, an hour and a half? Am I that easy to find? I suppose so... just follow the dark rain clouds and they're I'll be.

"I just ran up...five flights of stairs...to get here..." He said breathlessly, combing his hair with his fingers. "D'you know that you come up with two addresses? One of them says you live five floors down, but apparently not..." Really? So that'll be why my mail goes down there sometimes... I'm going to have to see into that.

I put Hammy down on the floor and he mooched over to Edward and rubbed up against his leg before doing the same against mine. I felt the need to inform him that this was my baby daddy, but I figured I could tell him later. I was weird enough without doing that...in front of Edward as well. That would just be retarded. I watched the cat as he ambled away but I could feel Edwards stare on me and it was beginning to make my face heat up. And my face heating made me uneasy. And being uneasy meant I didn't want to look at him, but I couldn't just leave him at my door like this.

"What did you mean 'you're not keeping it'?" He asked suddenly and seriously now he'd caught his breath. Yeah, I'm not having this conversation in the hallway, I have neighbours. Nosey ones at that.

"Um... you should come in." I didn't raise my eyes to look at him but I pushed the door further back so he could come inside, which he did and immediately went back to his question.

"What did you mean?" He asked again, I imagined he was staring straight at me, his eyes were boring into the side of my head. I sighed and shut the door before turning around and walking past him to stand behind my sofa.

I shrugged, "I mean... I'm not keeping it..." Hammy jumped up onto the sofa and walked across the top and I began stroking him. I was just basically using him as a source of comfort because, right now, I looked pretty calm. But inside. It was like, shit, shitty shit shit! Shitty shit shit shit! Fuck! God dammit!

"But how so? What are you doing? Are you having an abortion?"

I didn't like Edward being here. In fact I hated it. And I really hated this feeling I got when I went to see him earlier, and again now. I felt like I was doing something wrong. Not the telling him bit... although on getting home, and even now, I was beginning to think of that as more and more of a mistake. But Edward made me feel like... like I was wrong. Like I was doing this all wrong. Like I didn't want to give it up at all. And I didn't like feeling like that because that just put me back to square one, and when I was there I'd just realise again that I can't look after it, as much as I'd like to, I can't. Which would lead me back here and I'd just be going round in a vicious fucking circle. One I didn't want to be in.

It wasn't him I was hating. It was the feelings he so rudely decided to bring with him. Bastard.

I sighed again, "No... I'm giving it up for adoption." He sighed. Sorry, was that a sigh of relief or a sigh of frustration? Was he hoping I was having an abortion?...Or not? What did he want? What was he wanting me to say? What the hell did he come here for?

EPOV

Ok, good. She wasn't having an abortion, well, that made me feel a bit better. A bit better, only a bit. I mean fuck, she was still pregnant. Thanks to me. Yeah. Good one. But I wasn't freaking out, I wasn't freaking out...

"So you're going through with the pregnancy then?" I said, still staring at her intently. She twisted her mouth and looked down at the cat, winding it's tail around her hand.

"Mm, yeah... I guess..." she bit her lip and sighed loudly, looking up into my eyes. Hers were filled with some deep emotion I couldn't figure out, and then there was desperation, "Look Edward, you don't have to be here... I think you should go, you don't have to do anything, really it's alright. I'm going to have it and then give it to it's new parents and that'll be the end. That'll be it. I don't know why I told you... it seemed like a good idea at the time, but now I feel like shit. I'm just dragging you down with me..."

She frowned moving her eyes away from me to the cat. I took in my surroundings while she stood there stroking it. Her apartment was a hell of a lot smaller than mine, but it was homey. It was comfortable. It was warm, and from what I could see, it had a pretty good view. It was really... Bella. And I barely knew her, but I could just tell. Worn books piled up on top of each other, colourful fabrics and patterns, CD's, a hairbrush, a bottle opener, empty mugs, a box of cigarettes. Yeah, this was Bella.

"So that's it? That's what you're doing?" I asked looking back at her. She stopped stroking the cat for a second but then continued again and nodded. "And you're ok with this? This is what you want to do?" I had to stop thinking about me for a minute. All the way here I'd been thinking how is this going to effect me. What am I going to do. What about my life. It was selfish and stupid, I wasn't the one pregnant here.

"I think so..." She mumbled, not sounding too convincing.

"You think so? So you're not sure...? So you can't possibly want this then. Not completely. What do you want Bella?" I was pressing on with this, I wasn't leaving until I knew exactly what it was she was doing, why she was doing it, and that whatever it was she was doing, it was because she wanted to do it, not because she felt like she had to.

"Edward, stop. Ok, just stop. It doesn't matter what I want. I'm doing what's practical here. It's just best for everyone. It's better for you and it's better for the baby. Why the hell would it want to be stuck with me?! I'm alone with my cat. I don't make a lot of money, I can barely look after myself never mind someone that is totally dependant on me. It just wouldn't work. It would be so much happier with people who could look after it, give it everything it needs. I can't do that, ok. So, that's it."

She wasn't even going to try, she was just going to give it up like that? "I'm not stopping until I know you're doing what you want to do. And how d'you know it would be better for the baby? Surely the better thing would be to be with it's mother."

I turned to lean on the wall and stare at her, trying to figure out what she was thinking, but she was very hard to read. Other than the obvious emotions, I could see she was now quite distressed and annoyed. I couldn't tell which she was more of though. I think she looked more upset than irritated. I wasn't trying to make her upset, but I just wanted to know what she wanted.

"Edward, this is what I want! This is what I'm going to do because I know it's right, because I know it's what has to be done. It sucks, but that's just too bad. Life's shit, but we move on. I am thinking of this baby here, not me..." She looked away at a wall and scowled, "I don't think... I don't want to give it up but... but I want it to be happy and I want it to be loved, so..." Her chest was moving in an irregular pattern as though she was trying to stop herself from crying or hyperventilating... maybe both.

I knew she didn't want to get rid of it. She was difficult to understand but I could tell when she was lying. She frowned a lot and avoided eye contact... well more than usual. Maybe because her eyes gave her away, "Bella..." I moved from where I stood to sit on the edge of her coffee table, opposite to where she was standing. She was still scowling at the wall, although it wasn't such an angry glare anymore. Her bottom lip was quivering and her breathing was still shaky.

"I can't give it anything Edward, so what would be the point?" She mumbled running her hand through her hair and still purposely avoiding looking anywhere close to where I was sitting, "Why are you doing this? Why are you making this so much harder?"

I sighed as she used her sleeve to dab her eyes and sniff, still looking away from me, "I'm not trying to make it harder... I'm just..." Confused as hell.

She didn't want to give it up really. She knew that, I knew that, but she still was. Now back to being selfish, what did I want? If she kept it... that would make one hell of an impact on my life because I couldn't ignore the fact Bella was having our child. On Olivia's life. Could I do that to her? It seemed irresponsible. What would she want? What would she feel? Would she hate me? I couldn't lose my daughter. I wouldn't. And shit, Tanya. She'd hate me for sure, but we weren't together anymore, she was irrelevant. Unless Olivia wasn't happy.

This seemed like Bella was too busy trying to appease everyone else, completely discounting herself and what she felt. If she had the means to support herself properly, well, in the way she wanted to, maybe she'd keep the baby and be happy... Or at least she'd try to be. She didn't though. But I did have the means to support her...

I groaned in annoyance because I didn't know what to do, or say, or think. I rubbed my face with my hands, "How far are you, about seven weeks right?" I spoke into my hands before putting them on the back of my neck.

"Eight." She murmured, looking in the direction of her kitchen. "...and two days." If she knew the exact amount, she must have been to the doctors already.

I sighed, rubbing my face again before placing my hands on top of my head applying pressure to my brain which felt like it was about to explode or implode, one or the other.

"Ok. I've already got a child. I have a little girl who I have to put first in all of my thoughts because she relies mainly on me, and I can't make any decisions without thinking about her first. And I wouldn't make any decisions without thinking about her, because she is my absolute number one priority. To make sure she's happy and she's loved. So I know what you're going on about Bella. But whether you like it or not, you've just placed yourself into my life as well. And... I don't think you should give it up... the baby. I think you should keep it."

She looked at me then, a load of different emotions crossing her face. Shock, dismay, curiosity, realisation, worry, maybe the tiniest bit of hope? But then her expression went completely vacant.

"I'm definitely not keeping it." She said almost mechanically, there was nothing behind her voice. It was just as blank as her face.

"Why not?!" I asked, my brow creasing. If she was going to go into how it's because I had a daughter, and she didn't want to be the one to ruin everything and blah blah blah, I would shoot her. I'm a grown man, surprising though it may be, I actually am capable of thinking for myself, taking everything into consideration. I know right, wow.

"Because! You have a child already! Oh my god... now I'm a home wrecker too... no, Edward, I can't. I told you. And now I really can't, I can't do that, that's not fair. On her or on you. No. No..." She shook her head. Bang bang! Fucking hell!

I just chose to ignore her and carry on with what I was saying, "I think you should keep it, and if you did... I would fully support you. Financially or otherwise. I'll pay for everything for as long as you need it. And if you need it forever, then I'll give you money forever. If that's what it takes to make you keep it. Because maybe I'm being selfish but... I don't want you to give it up to strangers. I don't want my child, our child to grow up and not have any idea who it's real parents are. And yeah, we've been really stupid, and this is the last thing we thought would happen... But I cannot get my head around that. That kid has my blood going through its veins therefore I make it my responsibility. And I will take full responsibility of it, but you've got to work with me here Bella."

Edward, what are you doing...

She huffed, looking up to the ceiling, "You're not looking at the bigger picture. Let's say I kept it, what would you tell your daughter? 'Oh yeah, by the way, you have a half sibling, I slept with this random lady one time and yeah, we were careless'? How would you go between the two? You see, it would be stupid to do that, it might ruin everything you have already. I don't want to be that person Edward, I don't want to ruin it all for you."

Bloody hell, she's so damn stubborn. Although she has a point... "But it might not ruin everything. Maybe... maybe I'll see you from time to time..."

She frowned, "What so I'd be left to answer all the questions? 'Where's daddy? How come I only see him every now and then? Why do I only get a card and a present at Christmas and birthdays? Why don't I see him more?'. That's not fair, Edward. It just won't work."

"No. I'll make it work. God dammit Bella, I am not letting you give up this child." This was seriously pissing me off now. Alice would slay me if she was here in this conversation. I'm pretty sure she would be on Bella's side. But I couldn't agree with her, there was just something built into me that couldn't let her do this. And I knew she didn't want to. And I wasn't going to let her.

I wasn't panicking anymore. Maybe I was making some rash decisions here, but then again, maybe I wasn't. How could I possibly go through life just wondering where one of my children were? Were they happy? Who taught them how to ride a bike? How was their first day of school? What did they look like? Did they look like me or Bella? How did they act? Were they polite? Were they smart? Who were they friends with? Did they know they were loved?

I couldn't do that.

I don't know about Bella, but I couldn't.

"Bella, if you gave this child up, every single day you'll wonder what could have been. And you'll never know. You'll just be here, alone, with your cat, forever for all you know. What if you never have an option like this again? I'm giving you that option now. So take it. Please. Just... do... I'll make it work, somehow. I'll do both. I'll find a way."

Shit. Alice was never going to talk to me again... I never made big decisions without her, yet here I was, going off the top of my head. And this was a fucking huge. Bella really looked as if she was considering this but then she sighed again, shaking her head and putting her hand to her brow,

"I can't Edward. I can't... You don't even know me. You know nothing about my life... well very little, and there's not a lot I know about you either. It's could never work." The last part sounded more like she was trying to convince herself more than me. It wasn't convincing me at all.

"We've got thirty odd weeks, Bella. I'm not asking you to marry me or anything. We can just talk, at least be friends."

"What about your daughter? What are you going to say?" Oh my god, was I actually getting somewhere here? Was she actually listening to me?

"I'll have to speak to her. Indirectly ask her what she thinks... the only way I can make this work properly is if... if you're around, if she knows you. She'll have to like you. She's very understanding most of the time, for a five year old, but I don't know..."

She put her hands on the back of the sofa and leaned forward before putting her hand on her stomach, making a small sound of annoyance, "...Are you ok?" I frowned really actually quite concerned. She nodded slowly but her head remained down and her hand on her stomach. Her hair tumbled forward, hiding her face from view until she took a deep breath and stood up straight.

"Edward, you're being really caring but..." She stopped abruptly, her face suddenly struck with horror, one hand flying to her mouth and the other to her stomach as her body lurched forward a bit, "Oh my god..." she squeaked looking around in dismay as her body lurched again and she ran into the kitchen, almost tripping over herself, grabbing the side of the sink just in time to throw up into it. Nice.

BPOV

I really wished I could play the guitar. If I could play the guitar, I'd move away from this kitchen sink and go and compose a song about how I hated my life in my bedroom. Then I'd sit on the street corner and strum away, maybe getting a couple dollars from passers by who found some solace in my lyrics. I'd be a form of support for those who saw no point anymore, don't worry, brothers and sisters, there will always be a Bella Swan out there. You are not alone.

But I couldn't play guitar and I was currently retching as I held myself over the kitchen sick. Fucking morning sickness. It was half five! I was so fucking lucky I did the washing earlier so there was nothing in there because I would really not like to clean that shit up. That would just be beyond gross.

I really wanted to cry, in fact I really thought I was about to. Because I really hated being sick. And I really didn't want to be sick in my hair! And it was falling around me since I was already using one hand to hold myself above the sink, and one was on my stomach. Oh my god, no! I really really hated throwing up with company. So I was basically suicidal doing it in front of Edward. And then while he was trying to get me to keep this damn child as well. And the worst thing was now... now I really thought I wanted to. Damn him. This is what I didn't want. He was supposed to hate me and ignore me, let me have the baby and give it to someone else and we'd never see each other ever again. Perhaps passing in the street in five years time...

Why didn't he do what he was supposed to? Why the hell was he so damn... so fucking... ugh nice. Why did he care? He wasn't supposed to care. He was supposed to think I was totally right in doing what I was and not question me. If he didn't question me, I wouldn't question myself. So what does he go and do... and now I didn't know what I was doing. Because he was really confusing me. And it couldn't work, it would just be weird, and unfair and... we'd had a one night stand, I don't know him! He doesn't know me! This was so stupid.

Anyway, I was still hurling into the sink and generally feeling disgusting. And wanting to cry. I heard a sigh from behind me, but I was not moving right now. The muscles in my stomach was squeezing me so fucking tightly like they were trying to make the point of leaving nothing in me. But then out of nowhere, all of my hair was being pulled back and held behind me and in the corner of my eye I could see him leaning next to me as I continued to heave.

Fucking hell.

"And you're willing to go through all of this for nothing? When you don't even get the treasure at the end?" He said after a while. I'd already thought about this, god, I wasn't stupid. I'd stopped spilling the contents of my stomach, which luckily wasn't that much since I'd been like this for the past week. The first day I realised stuffing my face was not a good idea...

I didn't want to speak though, so I just turned the tap on and let the water wash everything away, "Are you done?" he asked kindly. Ah geez, I hate him so much right now. Why is he doing this? I sighed and nodded, rinsing my mouth out with some water and he let go of my hair. I wasn't going to say anything until I'd brushed my teeth so I ignored him for just a second to go to the bathroom and brush my teeth.

When I came back, he was in the exact same place, watching me as I crossed the room and leant against the back of my sofa, the opposite direction to how I had been before so I could face him in the kitchen.

"So as I was saying..." Before I started throwing up. Awkward. "I really don't... it's not that..." What was I trying to say? I couldn't remember I just sounded stupid and confused. But what did he think I was going to say, 'Oh yes Edward, that's a great idea, let's all just play happy families, we'll find a way, it'll all work out even though we don't know each other, and you lead a completely different life to me. But who's counting that?'

"I don't know what I want..." I murmured looking him directly in the eyes, because I was being completely honest here. I didn't have a clue. I didn't know what the hell I was doing. I was confused. I was annoyed. I was fucking scared, "You can provide as much money as you want, but that wouldn't make me any better at being... a parent. I guess you've already done it all, you do it everyday. I don't have anything, I don't know anything... and I don't know if I want to try... but I don't know if I want to give up."

Edward shrugged and pushed himself off the counter and walked towards me, closing the large space between us, "You have people who can help you Bella. You have your family and... I wouldn't leave you on your own. Like I said, I'd support you financially or otherwise. I wouldn't expect you to just do this alone..."

I opened my mouth to say something, but what was the point, so I shut it again and frowned. My head. So much stuff crammed into such a small space. Not cool.

"I'm not going to force you Bella. This is ultimately your decision, not mine. It's your body, you're it's mother... but I'm not giving up. And I will actually spend all thirty two weeks trying to convince you otherwise if I have to. Because I really think that you think you're doing the wrong thing."

Well fuck me. Actually don't, that's what got us here in the first place... I wasn't going to win. But I wasn't about to lose either. I still wasn't so sure and I wasn't making any decisions right this second... with all this put into consideration.

"I'm not saying no to the adoption... but I'm not saying no... to thinking about keeping it either. I can't decide anything right now. Either way, I will actually be having another person growing inside me for the next seven months..." I sighed, gathering all my hair in my hands and then letting it fall.

What was I saying? Was this what I wanted? Was it not? "It just seems so..." I shook my head, "I don't know you, at all."

Edward smiled at me, not a large one, just a small smile but it was lovely, whilst holding out his hand.

"Hello, I'm Edward Anthony Mason Cullen. I'm twenty seven, my birthday is June twentieth. I'm a Creative Director working for a large ad company. I was born in Chicago, but I grew up in Forks, Washington, uh, my father's a doctor my mother is a part-time pre-school teacher. I have no siblings. I have weird bronze-ish, reddish, brownish coloured hair and green eyes. I'm a single parent, I have a daughter called Olivia, she's five. She's obsessed with Disney princesses. I have never loved one person more in my life. I have two houses here in New York. Well, a house and an apartment. My best friend is Jasper Hale although Alice Greene my P.A. is equally important. I like apples, I love music, I love books. I like chocolate more than vanilla. It's nice to meet you."

His smile grew. Was he being serious? And did he say he lived in Forks? I stared at his hand, and then at him, and then back at his hand before rolling my hand, and slowly moving mine forward to take his,

"Um... Isabella Marie Swan. I'm twenty four, my birthday is September thirteenth. I'm...pregnant. I work in a candy shop. I was born in Forks, Washington, I moved to Phoenix with my older brother, Emmett, and my dad soon after... I moved back to Forks when I was seventeen. My dad's the Chief of Police. Um..."

Hm, it was quite hard, my life wasn't that interesting, and I was majorly editing this anyway, I didn't want to tell him everything, this was our 'first encounter'.

"I'm plain and boring, I have brown hair, brown eyes and I'm really pasty... I'm not very sociable, I'm really shy... my best friend is probably my sister-in-law Rosalie Swan. Oh no wait, my cat, I love my cat more than anything else in my life at the moment. His name is Hammy and I would die if I didn't have him..."

"Cats don't live that long you know." He added smugly but I chose to ignore his comment,

"I love marshmallows. I smoke like a chimney, I'm trying to give up but it's really hard... uh, I love cats, drawing and books. I like vanilla more than chocolate... I think that's it..."

Edward eyes lit up with genuine interest, "No way, you lived in Forks too? Ah man, I'd left when you were there though. I would have just missed you. Huh..." He looked off to the ceiling then let go of my hand, "Isabella Swan? I think I got an Isabella pregnant one time..." I narrowed my eyes at him. If that was supposed to be funny, I wasn't laughing. He smiled but I was not impressed. Yeah you got me pregnant, asshole.

"D'you want to see... my ultrasound picture?" His face was serious then and he nodded slowly. I gave him a small smile and walked over to my fridge, taking the picture off by the magnet that was holding it there and walking back over to him, looking at it myself.

"It doesn't really look like anything yet... well it looks like a little bean. But this was nearly two weeks ago." I handed it over to him and he smiled at it. I stood watching him as he moved round to sit on the sofa still staring at the picture with a grin on his face. He looked really cute actually...

I sat on the edge of the coffee table in front of him as he inspected the dark picture closely, "I have to go again in a couple days. That was just a check to see it was ok because I kept having fainting spells... would you, um, you can... you can come with me... if you'd like, I mean you don't have to but if you..."

God, I was really pushing out the fucking boat here. But he was sticking to his guns about not leaving me alone now. I could just tell. And I wasn't agreeing to his offer. But like I said, despite what I did in the end, I was still having his baby. As in actually giving birth to it. And if he was going to be hovering around me... I might as well make it worth his while.

He didn't say anything, he just kept his eyes on the picture, "You don't have to... I understand if you're busy... or you just don't want to..."

"No. I mean... yes. I'm not too busy. Would you mind if I came?" He looked up at me, his eyes were really amazing. So freakin' green. He looked like he so wanted me to say 'yes' as well... why? I'd just asked him didn't I? Did he expect to just change my mind and tell him I was joking and to fuck off?

"I don't mind." I shrugged.

"It does look like a bean. But they grow real quick from six to twelve weeks. I remember seeing Olivia and thinking how the hell a blob could grow into... well a person. Huh..."

"You can keep that one if you like... I've got another one." His beautiful face lit up again and he smiled.

"Thanks." He huffed in amusement and then gently folded the picture in two and slipped it into his pocket, "I will convince you, Bella. Just so you know. I'm not a fan of losing. And especially with things that are actually important...to me anyway."

I swallowed thickly deciding on changing the subject, "Olivia... she's really pretty. I've seen her twice before, she looks like you..." Well, duh, Bella, I wonder why...

"Yeah, I think she's beautiful. But I guess I'm biased... she looks more like her mom though." He sighed deeply, and looked down at his hands, frowning, "Yeah..." Hm, he was editing. But I couldn't complain, so was I earlier, and anyway, we'd 'only just met'.

"No, she is..." and she was so going to hate me. Pretty people always do. I'm just so dull. Even children. Oh my god, children hate me, except for Seth... well maybe not 'children' as a whole. Just Emmett and Rose's children...

"She was asking about you the other day. Well, she asked if you felt better. And she keeps harassing me about getting a cat because you've got one. So she wants one. I don't even know why..." He shook his head and hummed in frustration, although it was in jest. I think.

"Oh... uh, sorry?"

"Yeah, you should be. She keeps sticking pictures of cats around the house. On the fridge, on my bedroom door, my pillows, in the fridge, the TV, my computer, everywhere." Hey, this sounded like a girl after my own heart.

Personally, if Edward was my baby daddy, I'd be celebrating and planning our marriage. I would want a definite shotgun wedding. Mahaha! And I love cats more than my life, if anyone was wondering. I'm getting two and calling them Perdi or Persia and Vienna. Anyway, were people hoping Edward said the things he said? Was Bella how you thought she would be or not? Thoughts, comments appreciated so please please review! I'm currently trying to get a 10:1 ratio of reviews to chapters. Therefore, I would like at least 70 reviews for 7 chapters s'ils vous plait. That's not much to ask seeing as so many of you have this on alert, yeah, I've been on ALL of your profiles, don't think I don't know who you are... well I don't but you get my gist...

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