Summary: After hearing her son's birthday wish, Bella decides to contact her ex-boss whom she had a short affair with before quitting, to let him know that he has a son. Edward loved Bella since the first moment he saw her, despite her young age and position he sought her out on many occasions, to merely be rejected in turn. Now that she has returned he hopes they can make things work and finally be together. Rated M!

Disclaimer: All character's belong to Stephenie Meyer, so no copy right is intended. I was just having a bit of fun .

Bella POV:

"These's mine," Anthony loudly explained as he pulled out his box of hot wheels cars from underneath his bed.

"Wow buddy, that is quite the collection," Edward humored him, watching with fatherly patience as Anthony pulled out each car one by one to show him.

"Mommy is going to go make some lunch, are you two going to be alright in here," I ask, watching my son with amusement as he continued to riffle through his cars, completely disinterested in what I was saying.

"We'll be fine, let me know if you need any help," Edward smiled at me.

I stared at his handsome face that had managed to only get better with age. His emerald eyes were staring at me in amusement, causing me to realize that I had been awkwardly gawking at him. Smooth Bella, very smooth.

"I'll just get going then," I stuttered, before tearing my eyes away from his and hurrying out of the small bedroom.

What is Edward Cullen doing to me?

I can't help but wonder if I have a similar effect on him. Does he feel aroused when he looks at me? I know at one point in the past that was true, but is it still so? Perhaps I am merely in need of a man. Maybe me and my thrusting bunny tron have been together for too long. I just wasn't the sort of girl to ever partake in one night stands. Wasn't the sort to partake in one night stands that didn't involve Edward Cullen.

Random sexual encounters are definitely not an option for me anymore. Not when I have a two year old son to take care of. Truly I have always been too shy to date much in the past. The only other man I have ever had sex with was Mike Newton, my college boyfriend. Everything about Mike was different from Edward. Edward was a sexy, confident, powerful, and charismatic man. Mike was a sort of funny and obviously extraverted marshmallow. Sex with Mike was strictly missionary and in the dark. Sex with Edward…well sex with Edward was everything.

As I prepared lunch, my mind drifted to what it would be like to be with Edward again. A look alone would make me weak in the knees; I could not imagine how he could manage to make me feel if he got me on my back. But for the sake of Anthony, I know I can't rush into a relationship with Edward. Anthony has to come first. That is, if Edward would in fact be interested in a relationship with me after all this time.

I couldn't very well ask him that. Hey Edward, I know I just came back into your life with our child, but I have really strong feelings for you and think we should be together? Perhaps, I can flirt with him a bit; test the waters so to speak?

Finishing up my grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup, I return to Anthony's room to check on my boys. Edward is on his stomach on the floor, playing with hot wheels cars with his son. They are utilizing the Disney Cars racing rug I purchased from Target, dragging the cars around the colorful tracks while they make sound effects.

"Me fast," Anthony squealed, moving his car alongside Edward's as if they were racing.

"Yea buddy, you are really fast," Edward smiled.

I stood at the door completely transfixed. It was amazing to be able to cherish such a moment between father and son. Edward and Anthony were so in sync with each other already, I have never seen Anthony warm up to an adult so quickly. He even had a hard time warming up to Charlie at first. Of course, I always thought it was my father's "cop demeanor" and thick mustache. My father could definitely be intimidating, but he was really quite the softy.

But with Edward, Anthony did not need a single second to warm up to him, my son felt comfortable around his father instantly. I wonder if deep down he knows?

"Mommy," Anthony's loud yell pulls me from my thoughts, "me win!"

"Were you two racing," I ask, sitting down on the floor and pulling him onto my lap.

"Yea, we race! Me winned," Anthony gave me a toothy grin.

"You won," I corrected, tickling his tummy.

"Me won," he tried to say between laughs.

"He is very fast," Edward smiled, the intensity of his gaze sending a shiver down my spine.

"That he is," I smile at my son, "lunch is ready baby."

"What it is," Anthony asks.

"It's your favorite, grilled cheese and tomato soup."

"Yay," Anthony approves, turning to Edward he explains, "mommy makes the bestest."

"Does she," Edward askes, smirking at me.

"Of course I do Edward," I say, making a big show of rolling my eyes, "I'll have you know, I am a wonderful cook."

"Well Miss Swan, I guess I'll just have to see," Edward smiles, his eyes never leaving mine.

Is he flirting with me?

"Me tummy hungry," Anthony announces as he tries to stand up, only to fall right back down on my lap.

"Okay baby, mommy knows. Let's go eat," I tease, picking him up off the floor with ease.

Carrying Anthony into the kitchen, I place him in his superhero's seat before setting the kitchen table for lunch. Edward sits down next to his son, watching me as I put place mats down and carry over the food.

"This looks wonderful Bella," Edward compliments, his eyes boring into mine.

Why is he looking at me like that?

I blush and look away, tending to Anthony, "Thank you Edward."

"You are so very welcome. Thanks for having me over."

"Mommy, me no like crusties," Anthony complains, pointing toward the offending crust on his grilled cheese sandwich.

"Remember Anthony, this is a hot sandwich, the crusts will give you something to hold onto so you don't burn your fingers," I explain, picking my sandwich up to demonstrate what I am talking about.

"Oh," Anthony says as if he know understands completely.

Picking his sandwich up, Anthony opens his mouth wide as if to take the biggest bite he could possibly manage.

"Anthony, remember to take small bites," I urge him.

My gaze travels to Edward, who is watching our interaction with a comfortable smile on his face. He looks so handsome, so happy, as if out of all the locations in the world this is where he wanted to be. Smiling at me, Edward picks his grilled cheese off his plate to take a bite. I can't help but stare as he licks the crumbs off his lips, his beautiful eyes dancing with amusement.

"This is wonderful Bella, is there anything you can't do?"

I blush and avert my eyes, concentrating on my food as I try to think of something witty to say. Why does my mind always go blank in this man's presence? Looking around the kitchen for inspiration, my eyes fall on Anthony, who has stopped eating and is instead, paying attention to Edward, staring at him from his seat with a look of intense concentration on his young face.

"Anthony, baby is something wrong," I ask quietly, reaching my hand out to smooth his hair.

"You be daddy," Anthony askes, pointing to Edward.

Gasping at my son's words, my eyes quickly rise to look at Edward, who looks at a complete loss for words as well.

"Anthony baby," I begin nervously, unprepared to talk about the subject so quickly, "what do you mean sweetheart?"

"He my daddy," Anthony askes, looking quickly between Edward and I, gauging our reactions.

Looking to Edward, I find him sitting uncomfortably across the table as if his mind was reeling as it tried to figure out just what to say.

"Sweetheart," I ask, gaining my son's attention, "do you remember when you wished for a daddy on your birthday?

Anthony nodded vigorously, looking back and forth between and Edward and me expectantly.

"Well, after you said that mommy went to talk to Edward. Do you know why mommy did that Anthony," I ask, reaching to hold my son's hand.

My little boy's eyes became wide and he quickly turned to look at his father. My eyes met Edward's, silently beseeching him to finally speak up.

"I'm your dad Anthony," Edward said in a strong voice, "I am your dad and you're my son."

Anthony looked at Edward as if he were seeing him for the first time. His brown eyes wide, as he stared at his father's face, as if committing it to memory.

"Daddy," Anthony asked in wonder, causing my eyes to fill with happy tears.

Edward nodded, reaching out to hold my son's vacant hand.

"Mom, he my dad," Anthony asked, staring up at me with excitement dancing in his huge brown eyes.

I nodded and watched as my son's face lit up like a Christmas tree. It was as if I had given him the most special gift of all. Truly, I had.

"Daddy," Anthony squealed, immediately trying to get out of his seat and into his father's arms.

Edward choked out a sob and quickly picked Anthony up, pulling his son tightly into his safe embrace. Tears fell down my face as I looked at the pair, holding each other for the first time as father and son. Tears rolled down Edward's perfect features as he held our son and placed kisses to his hair.

"How know'd you my dad," Anthony askes, reaching his little hand to touch his father's face.

Edward chuckled and wiped his tears, "Well first, we have the same hair," Edward explained.

Anthony reached up to touch his father's hair, as if to test if it were true. Anthony giggled as he ran his fingers through Edward's slightly graying copper hair.

"Same," Anthony giggled, as he touched his own hair.

"Also, we have the same hands," Edward smiled, placing his hand against his son's, "expect your hands have some growing to do."

Anthony threw his head back in a delighted giggle, "Same!"

"But there are also special tests that doctors perform. Those tests say that I'm your dad and you are my son."

Anthony looked at his father as if he had be given the most amazing gift. I have never seen my son look so incredibly happy.

"Where you," Anthony asked, trying to find out where his father had been.

I stiffened at the question. I can't believe my fears kept these two apart.

"I was away on a trip for a long time," Edward explained without hesitation, "but I came back to you as soon as I could."

Anthony nodded, accepting the answer his father provided, "I happy," Anthony exclaimed as he threw his chubby arms around his father's neck.

"I'm so happy too," Edward said into our son's hair, another tear rolling down his cheek as he softly rocked our son in his lap.

A/N: Awww….Anthony finally knows the truth . This was a bit different than the original. I'm definitely going to be using bits and pieces from the original story, but I'm definitely going to be sprucing them up a bit and expanding on them from here on out. Next chapter will be Edward's reaction to all of this! I hope you guys are enjoying the story and I appreciate everyone who takes time to review. I love hearing what you guys have to say!