I DO NOT OWN THE TWILIGHT SAGA.
Bella's P.O.V.
"You wanted to meet me?" I say aloud to Edward the next day. He's sitting in the middle of the meadow, his back to me, staring at the Forrest in front of him. Today's another sunny day, so I had to call off of work, saying that I wasn't feeling well. When I speak, he turns his head slightly in my direction. I stand with my hands on my hips, wondering what I'm going to say to him; wondering what he's going to say to me.
"Come on and sit down," he whispers to me. My eyebrows raise. Is he serious? Does he really think that we can go back to the way we were? I fold my arms across my chest.
"I don't have time for this Edward. Can you please just say what you need to so we can move on?" I ask him with impatience. Like really, I could be spending time with my daughter, going through old photo albums, reminiscing about when I was human. But I came today because even if Edward doesn't deserve to know Nessie, Nessie deserves to know Edward. A girl should have at least some kind of relationship with her father. I know that almost more than anybody.
"Can you just sit down? I have a couple of things I need to talk to you about, and I don't want to be looking up at you." I frown.
"Then stand up." He sighs loudly and runs his fingers through his bronze hair.
"Can you just sit down?!" he says harshly. I narrow my eyes but otherwise don't move. We stay like this for an eight of a second before he sighs again and stands up. I smirk, happy that I won the stare off.
"So what do you want to talk about?"
"I want to talk about Nessie."
"What about her?"
"She's my daughter."
"And?"
"I want to have a relationship with her. I missed out on one hundred years of her life and I'm not planning on missing any more," he tells me.
"Oh really? And whose fault is that?" I ask him with a taunting voice. He rolls his eyes, and I stop breathing for a half a second. He looks just like Renesmee when he does that.
"It's not just my fault! I didn't even know she exists!"
"Oh! So are you saying that if you had know that I was knocked up that you would have stayed with me?!"
"Yes!"
"That's not what I would have wanted!"
"Oh so you would have wanted me to leave anyway?"
"Stop putting words in my mouth! I'm saying that you had planned to leave ever since that first night. And saying that you would have stayed if you had know that I was pregnant is not what I want to hear. I don't want to be that woman who forces a man to stay with her just because she's pregnant with his kid, okay? You wouldn't have been happy all of these years, which means that I wouldn't have been happy, and that means Nessie wouldn't have been happy," I growl at him.
"So what? Say you found me after you found out that you were pregnant, what would you want me to do? What would you expect to happen?" he asks me. We had both, unconsciously, walked towards each other and now we were so close that our noses were almost touching. Realizing this, I take a big step back.
"If you were so unhappy that you wanted to leave me, then I wouldn't have stopped you. But if I had known that I was pregnant, then you could have had visitation right and been there for her when she needed you," I tell him. I shake my head. "Let's stop talking about what could have happened and let's focus on what we're going to do right now. How are we going to do this?"
"Well, maybe I could take her places on the weekends," he suggests. I narrow my eyes.
"What places?" He shrugs.
"Like the movies or to go shopping or something. Then during the summer I can take her on vacation or something." I shake my head.
"No fancy vacations. You're not going to take her to do expensive things, therefore turning me into the cheap mom that only buys her things on her birthday and Christmas and before school starts. I agree to you taking her out the movies or to go shopping, but during the shopping there will be a price limit of three hundred dollars." He furrows his eyebrows, then he becomes annoyed.
"What? Why can't I spend more than that on her? She's my daughter! What? You don't want her to have nice things or something?" he spits out.
"It's not that, it's just I don't want my daughter to become a spoiled rich girl who is so materialistic that she doesn't know the meaning of having to work in order to get things. Plus there are many things that are very nice that cost less than three hundred dollars." He starts to protest but I cut him off. "Look, I don't have time to talk right now, I have to get back. But I'll talk this over with Nessie and I'll get back to you." Without another word I turn around and run away at vampire speed, wondering if that could have gone better.
A/N: Hey guys! Did you like the chapter? I want to tell you guys that there is a poll for this story on my profile so please go and vote. Also, I'm probably not going to get another chapter in before Christmas, so Merry Christmas to all of you who celebrate it. Please review!
~Gina