DISCLAIMER: I do not own Twilight.

A/N: Sorry about the delay, had writer's block and life to deal with. This is a very short chapter and I'm sorry. I felt like I needed to give you all something. I'm working through my writer's block still. lol. Feel free to bounce ideas around how the meeting should go with me! Just PM me. :-)

BPOV

I walked along the board walk for another thirty minutes after Alice left. My mind was absolutely reeling.

Edward, loving me? Impossible. I tried to tell myself something like never even existed. His supposed love for me was all a lie. And, yet, try as I might to squander it, a tug in my heart kept telling me otherwise. Logic took one side, emotion took the other. It sounded like a plot for Hollywood's next big Blockbuster.

I ran my hands through my once curly hair. The weather had caused it return to its normal limp and bodiless state. This is crazy! Alice is crazy! I shook my head and covered my face with my hands. I will not talk to Edward Anthony Masen Cullen. He will not interfere with my perfect life.

The tears returned. It was so hard to walk away from him. The look on his face when he saw me, I had seen that expression so many times on Jake. Edward's face held nothing but love for me. But he couldn't love me! He never did! Don't ruin your marriage when you know he'll only leave again!

I groaned in agony. I could literally feel my heart tearing in two.

Meet Edward in room 204. Make sure Jake and the girls are at the dance. You guys need to talk. Please, Bella, please do this for both you and Edward, I heard Alice's voice in my memories. All I had to do was tell the girls about the father-daughter dance, and then they'd make him go. It's not like I'm cheating. I mean, I do need to talk to Edward. For closure. We both need that. I attempted convince myself that I could do this, that I was in my rights and morals to do this.

For all my convincing, though, I could not shake the feeling that what I was doing would have very, very bad consequences. I breathed through my nose and out my mouth in a desperate attempt to calm myself on the way back to our suite. I paused briefly in front of a mirror to assess the physical damage my encounter had done to my appearance. The blotchy stains from crying were nearly gone. If Jake asked, I could say it was just a side effect of the facial I had gotten. My brown hair stuck out of the black hair tie. Quickly I redid my pony tail. Other than that, there wasn't much I needed to high.

The door flew open as soon as my hand touched it. "Mommy!!" Elizabeth squealed as she pulled me inside. "Guess what, Mommy?"

I shook my head in a daze as she pushed me to the couch, "What?"

"Miss Christie called our room to tell us there's a dance tonight!" Mary Alice yelled as she bounded into the sitting room. I internally groaned, so Alice did not make the meeting optional.

"Mary Alice!" Beth screeched and launched a pillow from the couch at her sister's head. "ARGH! You always tell her!" She whined, "Why can't you let me do it for once?"

"Because you're too slow," Mary responded, followed by maturely sticking out her tongue.

"Oh, I see," I stated absentmindedly. I was intent on ignoring their hostility. I was too emotionally drained at this point and in no mood to handle petty arguments.

"Hey, Bells," Jake came in wearing a pair of khaki pants, his hair was still damp from the shower. He gently kissed my cheek before continuing to squeegee his hair with the resort's white towel. "How was the spa?"

"Huh? Oh, it was great. I loved it," I attempted to sound enthusiastic. It must've worked.

"Great! Would you want to go back?"

I got gypped on my treatment, met my former heart throb, nearly cheated on my husband, then proceeded to rip said heart throb's heart out by walking away from him after he admitted he missed me. It was awesome! Why wouldn't I want to go back? These were the words I wished to say. But instead, I settled for the witty remark of, "It's a spa, why wouldn't I go back?"

A smile covered the faces of all three. "Awesome!" They managed to yell in unison. Family bonds, crazy. "You see, the girls really wanted to go to that father-daughter dance and I figured maybe you'd want to go to the spa again so you'd have something to do," Jake continued. "I mean, if you'd rather us not-"

I cut him off, smiling at him. "No, Jake, it's fine. I'm sure the girls will have a blast."

"Great," he sounded relieve, "I guess I'll get the girl's ready then."

They looked up at him in horror. I honestly chuckled, "No, Jake, I think maybe I should get them ready."

Mary Alice let out an audible sigh. "Thank goodness for you, Mommy. Who knows what mismatched outfit he'd put us in! We'd probably clash!" She said as I herded them into the room.

"Clash? Do you even know what that means?" I asked as I began pulling their outfits from the drawers.

"Yes. It means you outfits don't match and the colors make it look like someone tossed their cookies on you."

I looked over to where she sat on the bed. Where had she gotten that explanation from? "Have you been watching 'What not to Wear' You know we said no tv on vacation."

She shook her head, her black curls bounced around her face. "Miss Alice told me. She knows everything about fashion! She's a fashion guru!"

"Did she tell you that too?"

"Yep!"

"Here," I handed her the dress, "Go get changed." I handed Beth's hers as well. She looked down at it, thumbing the material lightly.

"What's wrong, baby?" I touched her cheek gently. She looked up at me after a moment.

"Th-There was a man at day care today," she said softly. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up.

What man? Did he touch my baby? I swear to God, is he laid one finger on her I'll- she interrupted my thoughts.

"He was the same man in your photos."

My brow furrowed in confusion, "What photos?"

"The ones Daddy said we weren't suppose to tell you about," her voice trailed off.

"Tell me," I gently urged her.

She took a deep breath before continuing. "When we were at Grandpa Charlie's we were playing in your room and we found some stuff under the floor in your closet."

"And? What did you find?"

"Pictures of this really pretty man. Like out of a fairy tale. You were with him and so was Grandpa Charlie."

My pictures from Christmas. Oh my God, I thought he took them.

"And Jacob saw these?" She looked up at me with wide eyes, my tone was more severe than I meant. "I'm not angry at you, I just want to know if your father knew about them."

She nodded her head, "He said not to tell you. We asked him who it was and he said it didn't matter because the man was dead."

I sighed angrily. I couldn't believe Jacob would not tell me. I remember the time she was talking about. I had heard his lullaby. "Wait, was there a cd too?"

"A cd?" She looked thoughtful, "You mean the shiny frisbee thing?" I nodded my head, "Yeah, we put in the stereo thing. Daddy took it out and made us put everything back."

"So it's still in my old room?"

She nodded. "Yeah," I began to get up from my crouched position when she grabbed my arm, "But is he really dead? I promise, Mommy, this man looked just like him."

I bit my lip. If she saw Edward in the future, how would I explain that? Wait?! See him in the future?? Mrs. Black, there is no future for you and Edward! I scolded myself. "Yes, honey, he really is dead."