So this chapter is a tad bit bigger than the rest, by almost 2K word count! Enjoy, and be sure to read the A/N below.

Oh and yes it is posting very late on Tuesday, but it is Wednesday in the UK ... LOL

Chapter 11

My wife Jill

Edward POV

I sigh before walking into my parents' home for family dinner. I love them dearly, but since our trip to Vegas, I just haven't been feeling the want or need to be around happy couples who take personal displays of affection to the next level.

"Hello, Son," my dad calls and then frowns right away.

I force a smile on my face. "Hi, Dad, is everyone here?"

"Yes, well no, Jasper had to drop in on some case he got." I bob my head as I walk into the living room.

"Come on, Alice, you have to model for me, I am your sister," Jane moans batting her eyes at Alice who sighs.

"Fine, but remember, I'll just be getting off from the night shift, so I have all rights to be in full diva mode and moody." Jane just bobs her head grinning.

"Sorry I'm late," Jasper calls out with his I'm-up-to-no-good laugh to follow.

"I love you and this is not me," Alice pleads looking at me. I look back at her and frown, but she rolls her eyes closed as both Jane and Alec's mouths drop open.

"Edward, look who I've found for you," Jasper calls from behind me. I slowly turn to see he's holding a blow-up doll.

"What in the hell?" I yell jumping away from him and the sex doll, that's naked.

"What in the name of God is that?" My mom yells.

"It's Edward's wife, Mama E."

"What? Why are you giving him a blow-up doll as a wife? Wait … good Lord, why is she naked?"

"I thought Edward could dress her," Jasper tells her as he tries to pass me the doll. I shake my head and move further away from him.

"Come on, Edward, she's called Jill," Jasper smirks giving me an evil look.

"No, she's not!" I grit back out at him. Why can't he let this go?

"Is this because he told the nursing staff he's married?" My father questions as he looks at the doll from the corner of his eye.

"This has gone too far! First the ring, now the doll; I mean, really? How are you supposed to meet a woman, Edward?" My mom asks. She even throws her hands up in the air shaking her head as she walks out of the room with my dad following her.

Once they are out of sight, I sucker punch Jasper in his arm. "Knock this the fuck off," I hiss at him. "Is this just because I refused to meet this chick, who was in desperate need of a good time, that you know?" I question him.

"Hey, that chick was great, and you would've LOVED her, I am sure of it, but it's your loss now. As for why I'm doing this, it's about me having fun at your expense." At the end he grins at me; before I can say a word, mom calls us to come to the dining room for dinner.

I begrudgingly follow him, but my mind seems to slip back to Vegas.

~WHIVDAST~

"Look, Edward, what I'm trying to say is that I forgive you."

I glare at the phone; the stuck-up cow forgives me? Really, she almost destroyed my sister's wedding! Not to mention her idea of hurting me was to fuck someone else loudly within hearing range. She and the whole sex in the coatroom, which most of the guests got to overhear. It was like having a wedding next to a porn studio.

"So, how about we get married next August, that gives us a year and there's no way I am being engaged for more than a year!"

"How about no," I mutter.

"Sorry … what was that?"

"I said no, Rachel, I'm done with you."

"No, you're not; no one is done with me until I say so. Especially not some geeky guy who's shit in bed!" Rachel yells back, sounding mad about not getting her way.

"If I'm so shitty, why do you want to be with me?" I yell.

"Your money and your looks, of course. Let's face it, Edward, it's all you got going for you. And don't be fooled, your looks will disappear over time, but by then, I'll be entitled to all your money."

"Fuck off!" Jane yells taking my cell from me and ending the call. "Next time she calls, don't answer, Edward! In fact, I'm getting you a new cell number," Jane says and I bob my head and flop on the sofa. "Come on, Edward, she's a whore; you've got a lot going for you. You're sweet, loving, kind, smart, great with kids, intelligent—"

I snort cutting her off. "Yeah, all-around good guy, that's me. Did you forget, Jaja, good guys always come in last."

"Yeah, but that's why smart girls love them." Jane wiggles her brows, and I push her away.

"Come on, Edward, let me dress you up, and then we can meet up with Jasper. Let's go show him the Edward he's never met."

I grumble, but let her do her work. I'd never admit this out loud, but I know she already knows how much I still enjoy our alone time together. Where she's not my sister by blood, I almost feel closer to her than Alice. It's not that I love Alice any less, but she's never really needed me, not the way Jane did. Sometimes, I feel like Jane is the twin that my mother lost, brought back through another means.

I hear a soft buzzing sound and I jump looking at Jane. "Trust me," she smiles and I close my eyes allowing her to cut my hair with the clippers she was holding.

It takes her the best part of an hour to have me finished. I look in the mirror seeing the clothes she had me put on are not only more casual than I am used to, but they also define my body. "Shouldn't I shave my face, I'm scruffy?" I ask her rubbing my chin.

"No, I like that you're ruggedly handsome," she tells me picking up my jacket. "Now, on you go."

"Glasses?" I ask her hoping she agrees, so I can see clearly.

"Yes, women love men in glasses, and they make you look like you; don't hide all of you."

I chuckle and take my jacket from her. After hugging me, she winks and walks out. She's just out the door when my cell starts to ring again, I pick it up without looking at who's calling.

"You're such a fucking loser, and the bitch better stay the fuck away from me," Rachel hisses, but there seems to be another voice in the background. "This is how a guy fucks a girl, you pussy-ass boy," she carries on, but this time it comes out as a moan. I hang up; only for her to call me right back but I ignore it.

After an hour of her nonstop calls, I know I have had enough, so I switch my cell off, but put it in my jacket pocket before walking out of my room.

The entire time I walk around, all I can hear is Rachel repeatedly telling me how boring I am. Walking into the first bar I come to, I settle at the bar and order a beer. It's just after my third that I make the mistake of listening to the voicemails from Rachel.

I drink a few more beers, and my anger gets the best of me. Walking out of the bar, I head for the bar where my sister and Jasper are going to be. About halfway there, I come across a tattoo shop and go inside.

"Hey there, I'm just wondering if you have any openings tonight?" I ask the woman at the counter.

She looks me over and then drops her eyes. "I've only got time to do a piercing."

"Sounds good to me," I say and nod at her. At this point, I don't care what I get done; I just want to do something.

"Fill this out," she states and I take the form from her filling in all the information. "I think you'd look pretty smokin' with your eyebrow pierced."

"Yeah," I say agreeing without really caring one way or the other.

"If you'd like to sit here," she smiles at me. I return the smile, but only due to the manners with which my parents raised me. Taking the paperwork from me, she reads it over. She walks to the counter and comes back with a silver-curved barbell. I watch her open the packaging on the barbell, forceps and needle. Once it's all set up and she has wiped my eyebrow, she smiles once again. "Ready, handsome?"

"Yes," I say and she leans in real close. If I had twenty-twenty vision without my glasses, her breasts would be in clear view. I mean, I'm a guy, but her breasts weren't really my preferred type anyway. For me, I'd rather catch a subtle hint of cleavage, and be left wondering what the rest is. It's like unwrapping a great Christmas present; the hidden gift is better. You can wrap anything up for Christmas, but it is always more fun to not fully know what is under the paper, until you open it. If I'm already aware of what's under the paper, then there is nothing left to look forward to.

"There you go," she tells me sounding disappointed.

Looking toward the mirror, I can't see myself clearly, so I place my glasses back on. I gulp and touch the eyebrow ring.

"You don't like it?" She asks.

"No, it's great." I smile at her, but I have a feeling this will be taken out as soon as I get home.

"It looks good on you, but better without the glasses even if they are cool."

Nodding at her, I stand and grab my jacket. "Thanks," I say handing her money over before walking out.

When I get to the bar where my family is supposed to be, I look around, but can't seem to see them.

"Hi, what can I get for you?"

"Has Jasper, Alice and Jane arrived yet?"

The bartender just looks at me. "I'm Edward, the boring brother." The bartender chuckles at me and gives me a nod.

"Hi, Edward, I've heard all about you," he sticks out his hand and I shake it. "They're not here yet, but they normally sit at the middle booth over there." I turn and look to where he's pointing. "Here you go, Edward." I turn back to see a glass filled with an amber liquid. "Jasper told me you like Jack Daniels." Taking the glass, I nod and reach for my wallet, but he shakes his head at me. "This one's on me."

"Thanks ..." I trail off as I don't know his name.

"Jacob, but everyone calls me Jake."

"Thanks, Jake." I down the drink and another after that, but this time I pay him.

"It's getting busy, you should move to the booth so they don't lose it."

I nod at him walking over to the booth, but wobbling a little. "It may be time to cut yourself off," I tell myself. I sit down and see I still have a shot of Jack in my glass. "Maybe after this one," I chortle at myself.

I drink it down and look to the door, hoping the others hurry the fuck up. The door opens, but instead of them walking in, it's a small woman. Her looks attract me instantly and I watch as she looks around the room. She lets out a breath and then walks to the bar. My eyes seem to follow her, and I can't help but wish that I could see her close up, because from here she's beautiful.

I make a move to get up, but stop when some fucking prick beats me to it. I take my glasses off not wanting to see him get my girl. "What the fuck, Edward, your girl," my mind hisses at me. "You've not even spoke to her; she's not your girl." A snap makes me open my eyes, but they stay on her, they don't move as the guy moves off. He was clearly shot down by her. I let out a long breath and sit back down. I look down at my glasses to see I must have been holding them too tight, because they are broken.

"Shit," I hiss knowing I can't wear them and I don't have my contacts with me.

"Come on, man it up, go to her," my mind chants and I nod in agreement with myself. Getting up, I walk slowly to her. Where I can see enough to walk, I sure couldn't drive. It doesn't help that I'm a little fuzzy due to the buzz I've got.

As I reach her and look her over, I can't help but bite my lip. She is so fucking beautiful. Her sun-kissed skin seems to glow, her hair's long, straight and is as black as night.

"I need another Jack, Jake."

I chime out and she lets out a giggle and I look at her. "Play it cool," my mind reminds me.

"Something funny?" I ask into her ear.

"I'll have a Jack, too," she says pushing her other drink away.

Jake says something about cheating, but before I can ask what it is about, she places her hand on my arm making me swallow hard as she calls me Jack.

"My name isn't Jack," I tell her.

She turns to face me and her up-close beauty is like a solid blow to my chest.

"Fuck me," she mumbles seeming to read my thoughts perfectly.

~WHIVDAST~

I look back over my shoulder at the bar feeling guilty that I just had sex with Jill—my beautiful woman—in there. The guilt is also strong due to the fact Alice and Jasper just arrived and I ran out with my girl.

"Wow," Jill giggles and I wrap my arm around her stopping her from falling as my eyes scan her. I notice that she just has a small dress on, so I remove my jacket putting it on her.

"Hey, Sweetheart, what's wrong?"

She looks up at me shaking her head. "Nothing, just ..." She sighs. "I just want to have fun. I want to have a night with no regrets. I just want to be someone different. Be someone that can and will do what they want. Just let go without a care."

"I can help you do that; I need to do that, too."

"Hey, boring brother, and alphabet chick!" I turn to see Jake running toward us.

"Can I talk to her?" He asks and I frown, but bob my head.

"No, I want to go," Jill whines out.

"You're happy to go with him?" Jake asks and Jill nods at him. "Yes, he's my knight in black leather armor," she giggles at the end making Jake shake his head.

"Make sure she gets home, and she may be a little drunk," he tells me and I nod.

I wave down a cab and we get in. "Where am I taking you?" I ask, and she shrugs, so I give the driver the name of my hotel.

"Hey, I am staying there, too."

"You are?"

"Yes," she hums and then starts to kiss me. Just like in the bar everything heats up fast, and my hormones take over.

"Hey, how about we take that down a notch, no x-rated hanky-panky in here," the driver calls out.

Making me and her giggle. "Hey driver, stop here," she yells out as the driver stops and she jumps out of the cab.

"Give me two minutes," I tell him, throwing him a twenty before running after her.

"Jill," I yell, but she doesn't even turn around. "She's not going to respond to a fake name, dumbass!" My mind chastises me.

Jill stops and I move to her, and then look to where she's looking. I swallow and frown seeing she's looking at a crowd who are watching a guy on his knee before a woman, clearly proposing.

"That's so sweet," Jill says then takes hold of the bottle of Jack and starts to drink.

"Hey," I state taking the bottle from her knowing it's not that safe.

"I'm sorry; I'll pay you back for the booze." The sadness in her voice tugs at my heart right away.

"What? No." Like I would care about a bottle of Jack Daniels. "That's not it. I just don't want you to get sick." I push her hair from her eyes and stare into those eyes. She looks so sad and almost unsure. "Who hurt you?" I ask.

She just snorts. "It's fine; he's out of my life now," as she talks, her eyes move to her left hand and I see a faint white line there.

"How long has it been?"

"A long time—too damn long to be still be moping around."

I pull her to me and kiss her head. "I am sorry."

"Don't be … I am glad to be rid of him. You know what, he never gave me his jacket to cover me or protect me."

"Then he's a fool; I would give you anything you asked for."

"What about your heart?" she asks me shyly.

I swallow but something in her eyes sparks my heart. "I would, if you give me your name?"

"Is-a-bel," she giggles and hiccups. "Sadly … still McCar-the," the end part of her last name comes out in a hiccup so I am not able to make it out clearly.

"Come on," I say pulling her back to where we left the cab only to find it gone.

"Sorry," she mutters and then laughs. "Come on, let's walk; it's nice." I nod and pull her to me. "What's your name?"

"Edward," I answer.

She looks up at me and smiles. "I think I'll call you Jack—mine only—my sexy Jack." Before I can even agree she's kissing me again and I pick her up and we tumble to the ground.

Isabel and I have been walking and talking, kissing for almost an hour.

"What do you do for a living?" I ask kissing her hand.

"Hmm, what would Jill do?" she says out loud, making me chuckle. "She'd be a librarian in a big old library. I work in a library," she says turning to me having no idea that she was talking out loud. I sigh a little hating that she's giving me a fake job, but I know she's playing the game she set up. I don't think she is deceitful, just playing safe, besides I can always ask her tomorrow.

"Would you like to spend the rest of the week with me? You could meet my family who are also here," I ask with hope that she feels some of what I am feeling. Isabel's face drops and I wave her off. "Forget I asked," I mutter quickly regretting I asked.

"No, not because I don't want to, it's because I am going home tomorrow."

"What?"

"I have to go home," she swallows, and my own heart sinks, but I take some relief that she, too, looks unhappy about this.

"Then give me your number, I'll call you." I know she's a four-hour-drive away from me, but I will find a way to meet up with her regularly.

She takes my cell and notes down her number, I look at it grinning. "That's a Seattle number," I say and Isabel nods at me.

"That's where I live."

She smiles and then jumps into my arms kissing me. "No, this is not going to work, you need more than a number from her," my heart this time yells at my mind.

"Marry me?" I ask as she pulls away.

"What?" The what comes out shyly but her eyes twinkle.

"Marry me," I repeat.

"We can't ..." I grin picking up on the small sound of hope in her voice.

"We can," I say and pull her along with me.

We get to a small jewelry store that's open along the strip and I pick out two bands paying double for them to engrave them both immediately. As soon as they are done, we head to a small, nearby chapel. We give them our details and drivers' licenses. I have to squint my eyes trying to make out her last name. After a few minutes, it comes to me … it says McCary.

They ask where we want our official paperwork mailed to us. We talk and I agree after she tells me about how much her house means to her to send them to her house. I watch as the recorder lady fills in the information on the papers.

"What about your family?" Isabel asks.

"I'll call them." Since we have some time to wait, I call them, but they couldn't understand me. While we wait, we sit there and hug, and talk softly.

"You two are up," they call for us.

"Ready to be my husband, Jack?"

"Yes, ready to be my wife, Jill?"

"Oh yes!" She moans making me chuckle kissing her.

I lead her to where we are meant to be. "Can you call us Jack and Jill?" I ask and the preacher guy tilts head.

"I'll work it out," he says with a laugh.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here tonight to …" I tune out his talking looking slowly at Isabel, my Jill who's looking back at me. My arm gets tapped and I wink at Isabel.

"I do," I say placing the ring on her finger.

I chuckle when they have to tap her arm, too. "I do," she says putting my ring on my finger. As soon as she's done, I kiss her only faintly hearing the preacher still talking.

"Okay, sign here, but you have to sign the legal name you use," he says handing me a pen. I sign Edward Cullen and hand the pen to Isabel.

"Your turn, Mrs. Cullen," I say. I can't help but smile as I watch her write Isabel Cullen.

The preacher signs something and hands it to us. "This is your copy, the legal copy will arrive in the mail in eight to ten weeks," he states.

We kiss making our way back out of the hall. I pull her to the love seat placing the paper down so that I can get my hands into her hair.

"Edward!" I hear get yelled. "Thank God I got here before you got married." I pull back and frown as I look at Alice.

"Eh, no, you're late, meet my wife, Is—"

"Jill," Isabel yells making me chuckle.

"Jill," I say kissing her.

"Hello," Alice huffs sounding tired.

"I know you," Isabel says as she narrows her eyes. "Why do I know you?"

Alice looks at her shaking her head. "I am a nurse in Seattle," she says.

"No that's not it … hum … Oh, I know, you're Tink-a-bell-pixie," Isabel giggles out, making me chuckle. "Fuck … I love her laugh, she's so happy and really unlike the stuck-up harpy."

"She's well over her limit; come on, it's time to get her and you home," Alice says pulling at me and Isabel.

"Hey, stop being mean or I'll tell Snow White to kick your ass, grumpy," Isabel hisses out.

I fall down from laughing taking her with me to the ground. "She is very grumpy," I agree with a head nod.

"In the name of the Lord above!" Alice sighs out. "Will you two just come with me?"

"Nope, I promised a friend that I would only go to my room," Isabel slurs. I laugh when Isabel takes a big drink from the bottle I forgot we had. Taking the bottle, I have a big swig, too, before Alice takes it from me.

"You will give that back when we get to the hotel. Jill, don't worry, we're staying at the same hotel, remember?" I tell her standing up; soon as I am stable, I help Isabel to her feet.

As Alice goes to get a cab, I kiss Isabel feeling more and more attached to her.

"Hey, no fornicating," Alice yells. "Get in," she carries on as she opens the cab door.

Alice only allows Isabel in before getting in next to her. "Can't I sit next to my wife?"

"No," Alice answers and I huff getting in. Alice walks us all the way up to my floor. I unlock the door and grab the bottle from Alice, before picking up my wife.

"For God's sake, be safe!" She hisses as she walks away. I go to tell her to fuck off, but Isabel laughs making me look at her.

"Sorry, this person I met on the plane said something similar. Only he told me to carry and I thought he meant a gun."

I only hum as I move inside the room and set her down. "Let me make love to you," I whisper to her as I remove her dress.

"Take me, Jack."

The soft touches and caresses of skin-to-skin fill my mind, as we both succumb to the ecstasy. After several moans, we both share more of the bottle, and it's never tasted sweeter than the taste after she drinks.

~WHIVDAST~

"I'll just be a few minutes," Isabel tells me again as she moves backward to the door.

"But, I'll miss you."

"My room is only two doors down; you keep this one open and I'll keep mine open. I just got to grab some stuff I need for the morning."

"Can't you just get them tomorrow, what if you forget me?"

"It been a few years since I forgot a night out," Isabel stops talking and tilts her head. "That only happens when I drink lots of Jack Daniels."

"That's what you've been drinking," I tell her and she snorts and laughs.

She moves away from me and writes something down on a pad of paper.

"Just take this; now I'm going to get my belongings, you can keep my dress," she laughs as she puts on my t-shirt.

I watch her walk out and move to the door. I sit on the floor by the door and watch her go to her room. My eyes roll closed as I think about how sexy she looks naked.

"Sir … Sir …" I frown and open my eyes only to see a bell boy looking at me.

"What?"

"Your door is wide open, Sir," as he speaks my mind is filled with the events from the night before. I glance around the room for Jill, I mean Isabel, but she's not here. I leap up and run down to her room.

"Jill!" I yell as I burst through the open doorway, but there's just a maid there looking at me, with her mouth open.

"The woman in this room, where is she?" I ask.

"She just went downstairs to check out," the bell boy says and I run away from him heading for the elevator.

"Edward," gets yelled but I don't stop. I push the button to call for the elevator,

"Come on, come on," I say as I look at the floor numbers. It's too slow, so I run for the stairs. I run into the lobby and trip over some luggage.

"Edward!" My sister Alice states and I look around knowing I am too late, she's gone.

"I need to find her."

"Need to find who?" Jasper asks.

"My wife," I reply standing up. I walk over to the manager who doesn't look pleased to see me.

"Sir, please go back to your room," he orders.

"Tell me who was in five-five-seven?" I counter and he shakes his head at me.

"Sorry, I can't."

"How much money do you want?" I ask patting for my wallet. I stop when my hand doesn't touch my normal attire. "Oh God, please tell me I'm not naked," my mind shouts. Looking down, I let out a groan. "Okay, maybe I should have wished to be clothed. I'm not fully naked, but these silky boxers don't cover much.

"I am just going to my room and get dressed," I tell him and walk away, whistling. "Yeah maybe if you act like you have clothes on then you won't be as embarrassed?

I turn but walk into Jasper who's holding out some clothes. "I think you forgot these," he chuckles.

"Fuck off, Jaz," I hiss at him, not in the mood. I need to find my girl. "Wait, can you do a police search for her?" I ask him, he looks around the room and then to me.

"No, I can't."

"Fuck you then," I say storming away from him. I walk into the elevator and get dressed as it takes me back to my floor.

"Edward, I can't use my work for you to find some chick," Jasper says as he walks into my room. "What room was she in?"

"Five-five-seven," I tell him and he looks at me.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," I glare at him.

"What did she look like?"

"Beautiful – a sun-kissed tan, dark brown eyes, her hair was long, straight and black as night. She had a husky voice; she's about five-four or five, about twenty-four-five years old."

"Anything else … where did she work?"

I think about it, I know I asked. What did she tell me again? "She worked in a library," I tell him as I remember.

"Oh," he mutters looking disappointed.

"What?" I ask him

"I thought maybe it was my friend, she has a similar first name, but she's way short only five-two; she's older, like twenty-seven, and she's pale as a ghost. Besides, she was in five-five-three, so the other direction from your room."

I roll my eyes knowing Jasper had been on at me to meet this chick he talked to on the airplane. I refused because his tastes and mine are so different.

"Where are you, Jill?" I whisper out; my eyes glance at the table, and I see a piece of paper sitting there and I move to it picking it up.

Hey girly, this is a very drunk note to remind you that Jack is your man, he's going take care of us.

I push it away knowing that it didn't give me much to go on.

"She gave you her number," my mind reminds me. I grab my cell and click on the name Jill smiling as it rings.

"Hello," a gruff voice answers.

I open and close my mouth swallowing.

"Hello?" the voice says again sounding tired.

"Is Ms. Isabel McCary there?"

"Who wants to know?"

"Edward Cullen," I answer not liking the sound of this guy.

"And how do you know her?" He grits out.

"I believe I met her in Vegas?"

There seem to be a pause on his side. "Dude, I think you've been duped. The only woman here is called Isabella McCarty."

"That must be her," I yell.

"Well, she's also my ninety-year-old grandma, but if you really want to hook up with her, I am sure she'd be game."

I close my eyes feeling defeated. "No, I must have the wrong number," I answer and then hang up.

~WHIVDAST~

I walk into my home seeing Jessica sitting there yawning. Jessica is a work colleague and friend. She's been house sitting for me, mainly because I was worried in case Rachel tried to break in while I was away.

"Hey," I say as I flop on the couch.

"What's up with you?" She asks, frowning at me "You're not sad about coming home, are you?"

I snort and shake my head. "No."

"Then what … wait, did that bitch call you again?" Jessica hisses out. "It's time to get a restraining order; she turned up here two nights ago, but I had Tyler remove her."

I groan and rub my face. "Sorry you had to deal with that, and yes, she called, but that's not what's on my mind."

"Did you get married?" Jessica squeals.

"No," I blurt out, but she raises her brow at me and points to my hand.

"This is just to get the nurses to stop asking me out," I lie smoothly.

"Uh, sure," Jessica says. "I'll call Jane," she carries on standing up. "Welcome home, I put your dinner in the oven. You're welcome, by the way, and I'll see you tomorrow," she informs me as she walks out.

I look down at my ring and sigh, even with her being gone I still can't bring myself to take it off.

"Okay, Edward, how are we going to find her? She gave you a Seattle number, but it must have been entered with a number off."

With that in mind I start going through all the possible numbers, but still come up blank.

"What now?" I ask myself

"Marriage certificate," I say with a snap of my fingers.

It takes me a good few months to get to the right chapel, and they agree to send me a copy, telling me they already have my address down, but it can take up to ten weeks.

"Hold on, Jill, I'll find you," I whisper wishing she could hear me.

~WHIVDAST~

It has been two months and I am still not any closer to finding my Jill. I have even called Jake, who doesn't really remember her, but said after checking he believes she paid with a card.

I walk into my office. "Sorry I took so long," I say to the woman who is sitting at my desk. She turns on me and I swallow, she looks like my Jill.

"She's too pale," my mind argues. "Wait a minute; if she's pregnant then … no don't think that."

"Hi," she whispers as she stands.

"Her voice is similar, but not the same."

"Hello, I'm Doctor Cullen," I say walking to her. I stick out my hand to take my photo from her, but she takes this as an offer of handshake. She blushes when she realizes she still has my photo in her hand.

"I'm McSwan, I mean Swan, Bella," the second she says her name I feel disappointment. She must have just gotten married.

"Take a seat, Mrs. Swan," I tell her as I try to get a grip on myself.

"Bella," she tells me sitting down.

I pick up her paperwork seeing she has filled out her medical history and the father, but her husband's name has been left blank. I will have to make a note to ask him at their next appointment, but that information is not as important as hers at this stage.

I run through some of the information and questions. I notice she didn't correct me when I said Mrs. Swan, but she checked single. She must be newly married. Once we're done, I ask her to move to the examination room. There I draw her blood then get her to lie down so that I can examine and then scan her. During the exam, I ask a few questions about her husband, such as his height; she answers me and I move on to the more abrasive exam. It was clear to me she was turned on. This is not common, but has happened in the past. However, this is the first time I was turned on, too. It was such a surprise; I'm barely able to wrap it up to do the scan.

As I proceed to insert the scan inside of her, I find out just how turned on she has become. It only stops me for a few seconds before I carry on only finding that she's embarrassed, and therefore, shying away from me.

I have to almost force her to look at the screen so that she can see the baby.

"What's that?" She asks.

"That's the baby's heartbeat," I tell her grinning.

"Really, my little pea has a heartbeat?" she asks me with a twinkle in her eye.

"Yes, would you like to hear it?"

She nods at me and I switch it on, but the sound tugs at my own heart, like it never has before.

"Oh, God, I am going to have a baby," she sobs. "It sounds a bit like a galloping horse under water," she carries on with her hand over her mouth.

"Bella, are you okay?" I ask not sure what upset her.

"Just … I just never imagined I could get pregnant," she tells me. "Pea's going to be okay, right? I won't lose Pea, will I?" she pleads and my heart races in fear that she will lose her baby.

I turn my head looking at the nurse who seems to be lost in dreamland, so I am free to talk. I turn looking back at her. "Everything looks good, but there is always a risk, Bella." The pain is clear on her face making me feel weak and scared.

"Why don't you get dressed, and I'll meet you back in my office," I say before rushing out of the room.

"Please, God, don't let her lose Pea," I say over and over again. I am not sure why it would kill me – I just know that it would, and that's nothing compared to what that loss would do to her, and that scares me, too.

"Get back into doctor mode," I hiss at myself.

~WHIVDAST~

It been a week since I first met Bella, and she and the babies have become my favorite patients. I love seeing the babies on the screen and more so, I love seeing Bella. My attachment to all of them has grown.

"Daphne, where's Bella?" I ask when I see she's not in the sitting room.

"She hasn't turned up."

I frown and move back to my room; I grab my jacket and bag and head over to her house. I have become overwhelmed with the feeling that she or one of the boys is hurt. This is not the first time I have been worried about her. Two months ago, she was very ill, and came to get an injection. I arrived just in time to catch her as she fainted. Her useless husband was a no show, and I had to drive her to the hospital, not that I minded. We found out the part of the reason she'd been so sick was that she was expecting twins.

Later on that day, I found out the other reason … her husband. He arrived, but was verbally abusive to her. Then his mother showed up and ripped right through Bella, and it was clear this was from where her stress was coming. The stress was only adding to how sick she was.

I was so wound up that later in the week I forgot the family lunch to celebrate Jane's adoption into the family. As soon as I got Bella sorted, I called Jane to arrange a night out for just the two of us. Of course, Bella just happened to be there, and I spilled to Jane about my attachment to her and her babies. But think Jane was already clued in when my eyes stayed on her the entire time she and her friends were singing. Then just last week she had an appointment, the last appointment of the day and I ended up following her home. Thankfully she didn't know it was me, due to the fact I was on my motorcycle, but I couldn't help but feel like she was checking me out at the traffic lights.

I park outside her home seeing her car. I move to the door knocking on it. I hear a thud. "Bella, it's Edward," I yell.

A few minutes later she opens the door, looking paler than I have seen her in a while. She's wet and looks worn out. "What the hell happened?" my mind screams loud.

A/N: So now you get a little more of the story from Edward. The next chapter will go back to Bella POV. The next chapter will post on time, as promised, but we want to be clear that you may get unbeta'd chapters to keep posting on time in the coming weeks, due to the fact that I (Kasi) am going under the knife for some surgery this morning on my right wrist and elbow. This shhould not cause any delays, as we have worked to make sure it doesn't. Thank you as always for reading and reviewing, see you all on Friday.