Here it is, next chapter! And guess what? Bella and Edward will talk. Longer note at the bottom!

BPOV

School. It is always boring, but when you are a vampire who has taken all classes over a hundred times over the decades it becomes incredibly annoying. All the subjects you have understood already thirty years ago are talked about again and again until you even notice the tiny differences teachers use while explaining things. All those books and pencils you must take, buying unnecessary food every lunch. But how annoying these things might seem, there is one thing that is even worse when you are at school: Having to face people you don't want to see.

For example: Me having to face Edward today in biology. Lunch is right after biology, so he probably will find a way to speak to me. And that's just great.

I don't fear for him: I know he won't hurt me. What I do fear for is that I owe him an explanation. Who Renesmee and Edward J. are, how I got turned into a vampire and why I chose the name Masen. Even though I told all of it to the Cullen's, I know that it will be harder to tell it to Edward. Partly because a huge part of me will have to concentrate on not jumping on him right there.

I think of possibilities to avoid him, but I can't think of anything except skipping class, which will leave Ness and Edward in a class with a boy they know is their father. I can't do that to them.

So, here I stand, in front of the biology classroom. I am late. I did that on purpose, so Edward couldn't talk to me before class. Just a second before the bell rings I enter the room. I immediately see Nessie and Edward sending me knowing glances, who don't really help me. Hesitantly I turn my head towards my seat, and the boy on the one next to it. Correction, the gorgeous boy and I have to concentrate on not jumping on him right there. He looks at me with an expressionless face I can't read. I wish I knew what he was thinking: but as I walk to the table and sit down on the chair, he just keeps looking at me with that same face.

The teacher enters the class and starts talking, but Edward doesn't move. To be honest, I can't turn my gaze towards the front of the room either. I'm so glad our seats are in the back of the class. After a few minutes he suddenly speaks, so low the rest of the people can't hear it, even not the twins. "Hey." It sounds softy, hesitantly, as if he is afraid I will disappear if he talks to loud. Well, I won't.

"Hello." I respond, on a tone that Nessie and Edward J. CAN hear. It's still too low for the humans.

"Can I speak to you?" I roll with my eyes.

"Isn't that what you are doing right now?" Yes, I know, I am a bitch. But I just can't help it, I am still angry with him for leaving and then reappearing in my life. And he deserves it, doesn't he?

"Alone, I mean." I hesitate. I guess it could, but I'm not sure what I am going to tell him. But will I ever? If I wait until tomorrow, will it help? How long do I want to wait? A month? A year?

"Fine." He smiles.

"I'll see you in the woods after this class." I am afraid my voice will betray how happy I am to the prospect of seeing him alone, so I simply nod.

The rest of the class passes quickly, too quickly for my liking. Just like the first time we had biology together, Edward is gone as soon as the bell rings. I follow some slower, at a normal human pace. I walk up to Edward J. and Nessie.

"Hey guys, I think you heard the conversation. I'll see you later."

"Sure thing, mom." Edward J. says. I nod and walk out of the building, towards the woods.

I don't have to seek Edward, because I instantly regonise his scent. His oh, so, delicious scent. He stands behind me, but I don't turn around to face him. I hear him come closer and his scent becomes stronger. I breathe in deeply to smell him clearer. I know he notices, but honestly, I don't care.

"Bella." He softly says. I can hear many emotions in his voice, but there is one I don't regonise one. It sounds tender, careful, and… loving? But no, he doesn't love me. So, he wouldn't speak to me like that. I am just imagining things.

"Edward." I whisper back. I don't want to talk to loud. This is a tender moment, something between just the two of us, and I don't want to ruin that by talking loudly.

I hear some soft sounds as he approaches. He carefully walks around me, until he is standing in front of me. I look at his shirt, his arms, his shoulders, just to look anywhere but his face. I turn my head towards his throat eventually.

That was a mistake!

He swallows just at the moment I look at him, causing me to look up into his eyes. They are filled my so many emotions, I can't even make out one. My mind is struggling to form a clear sentence, so caught up in the eyes. Eventually I manage to choke out: "You wanted to talk to me?"

He nods. "I want to explain why we left."

"I already know why you left. You didn't want me." I snap.

Edward looks hurt, but not surprised. "That was a lie." He simply says. I already knew it, thanks to the letter, but it is still a shock to hear it. I don't want him to know I read his letter. I want him to start about his planned marriage himself.

"What?" I ask therefore, pretending to be confused. "You... You lied?"

His eyes shift from mine to the ground, and he nods. "Yes."

"What?" I ask. When he doesn't reply, I ask again clearer. "What was a lie?" I want to hear him say it.

"Everything. It was true that Carlisle looked too young, but the rest… I have never lied so much in my entire existence. Bella, you were never just a human to me. I said you were just a distraction. I have never in my existence lied so terribly. But the biggest lie… that was telling you I didn't want you. That I never loved you. Because, Bella, Love, I love you. I always have, and I always will. The only reason I left was to protect you from us."

My breath caches in my throat and I have to focus on breathing normally. I am not able to form a proper word in my mind, so I just stay quiet. Pleadingly Edward looks at me. He breathes in, at the same moment I breathe out. He smiles his crocked smile, which he knows I love.

"Bella, will you ever be able to forgive me?" I look at his golden eyes and I try to imagine if they looked exactly as Nessie's eyes.

"Edward, I understand why you left. But that doesn't mean I am ready to forgive you. You made me feel loved that night, made me feel like I was special. And the next day, you suddenly say that it was all nothing. That all of it was a lie. Can you imagine how I felt then? When I found out I was pregnant, I was happy at first. I'd have something of you, someone that was half you and half me. But I also realized that my child would never know their father. They'd be half vampire, and I had no idea how I was supposed to raise it. I'm not ready yet."

"Will you ever?" He asks. "Be able to forgive me, I mean."

I nod. "I still love you, I guess. I will forgive you, once. Just... Not yet." Partly because you don't even want to tell me you were planning on proposing to me.

He nods, for the millionth time in our conversation. "Can I ask you something?"

"You just did." I smile. He lets out a small laugh and takes my joke as an encouragement.

"What are the children like?" I want to turn defensive about them, but I realize that Edward is their dad. He deserves to know about them.

"They are incredible. The oldest is Edward. I named him after you, since you were called after your father as well. His middle name is Jacob. Jake was my friend, and he helped me a lot when you left. For Nessie, I called her after her grandparents. Renee and Esme forms Renesmee and Charlie and Carlisle become Carlie." Edward looks up at me.

"She looks exactly like you."

"I've heard that before. Edward J. looks like you. The only differences are their eyes. Ed's are brown, like my human ones. Nessie's are green. I guess yours were the same color when you were human."

"I think so." He says. "Bella, could I… Could I meet them?"

"Of course." I reply.

Outside the forest we can hear the bell ringing. I didn't realize we were here for so long. Edward sighs. "I guess we should go back."

I nod. "Yeah, we should." I want to run, but is arm on my wrist stops me.

"I wanted to thank you, you know, for meeting me here. Allowing me to explain." I reassure him with my smile.

"No problem." But underneath that mask of self-control, I see the hurt in his eyes. I know what caused him: Me not being able to forgive him yet. In that moment, I promise myself one thing: As soon as he brings up that marriage, I will forgive him.

So, school started again in the Netherlands. I can really notice it in my writing. I have a lot less time to write now and my inspiration is low since I come home tired every day now. For those of you who wonder, it'll take some time behore the next chapter of My daugter Jacelyn is ready. The chapters from that story are a lot longer than the ones for this story, so it will take some time to update.

I noticed that you like longer chapters, and don't mind many POV's, as long as they are noted. This chapter is longer, but there is just one POV. That will change in the next ones, don't worry!

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