A/N: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight. Read, review, and enjoy!

Bella POV

Edward. Edward. Edward. Edward.

Why was HE here? He didn't love me anymore. He didn't care. Oh god. The hole was coming back.

It began in the middle, like a thousand silkworms were trying to eat their way out of my stomach. Then there was a knife carving it out. Air swirled down my throat and I dropped to my knees, holding my stomach. I tried to keep it together for Alyssa.

"Sweetie, call Matt and tell him to come pick you up. Do NOT leave this place and stay with Tibby for now."

I saw a pair of faded sneakers walk up to me. "Bella..." his voice broke. Hearing him say my name was too much for me to handle.

"No," I whispered. It was all I could manage to say before I ran out of the store and onto the street.

I ran all the way to Central Park. The rain has gradually turned into a torrential downpour since I had left Alyssa. Sobs racked through my noiseless body as I gripped the sides of my head, nearly ripping my hair off. My clothes were stuck to my thin body and my hair was just a thin sheet of tinted brown.

I lost all my senses as I collapsed onto the thin cement path.

Edward POV

Bella? Child? New York CITY? Bella?

I couldn't sort through my thoughts before at least a few seconds. I had to apologize to Bella.

"Bella..." I said.

"No," she whispered in a heartbreaking tone. It almost tore my dead heart in two. She left the store and ran onto the street.

"Momma was looking at 'cha funny," the little girl said. So Bella obviously... I couldn't think about it. "What did you do to her?" her pure innocence radiated through her.

"It's... oh it's nothing, sweetie..." I mustered up a fake smile for her and went to the Horror section. Much more fitting than comedy right now. I couldn't believe Bella had moved on that quickly!

The bell tinkled again.

"Uncle Matt!" the little girl ran up to this tall man with fairly spiky dirty blond hair and attached herself to his pant leg.

"Alyssa! Your mommy's friend and I made some whipped cream for you back at home!" So the girl must be Alyssa.

I chose Friday the Thirteenth. To hell with my family's feelings!

Matt POV

I took out my umbrella and opened it up.

"Matt, it's bad luck to open an umbrella inside!" Alyssa, my favourite little person, told me.

"Silly little Alyssa-bear, that's only if you're a munchkin!" She jutted out her little lower lip. I opened the door and she made a big show of putting her hand of her hip and strutting out of the store, in a little huff of hers.

We walked a few blocks, me holding the umbrella and her clutching my pant leg.

"Uncle Matt, your house is pretty," Alyssa said as I opened the door to Todd and I's house. Todd is my fraternal twin brother who has an obsession with whipped cream. It gets really annoying sometimes.

"HOLA!" Todd sprung out of the kitchen with a blood red bowl filled with whipped cream. Alyssa jumped three feet in the air.

"Todd!" she dragged out the 'o' and kicked him in the shin.

"Ow!" he exclaimed as she smiled wickedly.

"Todd, I'm going to go find her," he nodded and I walked out the door.

The thin cement path crackled under the wheels as I dragged my stroller in front of me. My muddy and soaked shoes dragged miserably along the ground.

"Bella!" I sighed in relief and ran over to her. She was huddled up in a ball on the path. I picked her up and she stirred slightly.

I pulled back the plastic cover on the stroller and gently set her down on top of a soft red blanket I had pulled down from the linen closet earlier.

"Come on, Bella. Let's get you someplace warm." And with that, I pulled the plastic cover on top and began the walk home.