BPV

I woke up at about two-thirty on the second morning of my freedom and laid there, dreaming of my future. A future that was nonexistent just two days ago. I can do anything that I wanted. First thing I need to do is brush up on my degree. Then, I need to decide if I want to go out into the work field or wait until Brea is older, to start working. Hmm. Maybe I can work part-time for awhile. Or maybe I can stay home and watch everyone's children who aren't in school yet. I could do that. I will even do it for free. I owe these people everything, for their help getting me away from Jacob. I can pick up the boys from school, now. I can go visit my mom and dad anytime I want. With that thought I sat straight up in bed. OH, SHIT! MY MOM! I need to call her first thing in the morning. I hope she hasn't tried to call. As I relaxed back into my pillow, my thoughts turned to the green eyed, Greek God, sleeping on the third floor. He is such a wonderful father. I can tell he has his own ghosts from his past, but they seem not to bother him too much. When he ran down stairs only in his boxers yesterday morning, I just about died at how his body looked. He is muscular, but not bulky. As I gazed down his fit form, I stopped at the slight bulge in his boxers. Damn! I wondered if he was that big soft. Probably, since he was chasing a bunch of mischief kids around. I couldn't help giggle to myself when I thought of the differences between him and Jacob. I wonder what it would feel like to be with Edward. I slapped myself in the head and scolded myself, "Stop thinking like that, you whore." I shook my head and whispered, chanting, "I'm not a whore." over and over again. I will not let Jacob win. I AM FREE! I grabbed my pillow and threw it over my face and squealed, kicking my legs under the blanket. After I was done with my mini-celebration, I pulled the pillow from my head and looked up with a gasp. There, standing in the doorway, leaned, a smirking, Edward.

"What are you doing up?" I asked him, blushing brightly.

"Well, I couldn't sleep. I could ask you the same question."

"Thinking, planning…."

"Celebrating?"

"Yeah. And celebrating. Why couldn't you sleep?"

"I never sleep on this day."

"Why not?"

"It's the anniversary of my parents' death, today." He sighed.

"Oh. I'm sorry." I bit my lip and looked down.

He walked over to me and sat on the end of the bed and sighed again.

"That's ok. It's been a long time. I just miss them."

I looked up at his watering eyes and grabbed his hand.

"Do you want to talk about it, now?" I asked, lightly.

"I don't want to bother you, Bella. You need to rest. I'll leave you alone."

Before he could stand from the bed, I hopped up and walked in front of him and placed my hands on the sides of his face.

"Edward?"

"Yeah, Bella?"

"I'm here, ok? You can talk to me."

He sighed and ran his hand through his messy hair. I pulled him up off of the bed and led him out to the living room and lightly pushed him onto the couch.

"You stay there. I'll go get us something to drink." I sternly told him, while pointing my finger at him.

He grabbed my finger and kissed the tip, smirking, and nodded his head.

I left to go get two waters from the kitchen and returned to a distressed looking, Edward. I sat down at the end of the couch and patted my lap, for him to lie down. He laid his head on my lap and grabbed my hand. My free hand, started running smoothing strokes through his untamed hair.

"Take your time. I'm here whenever your ready."

He took a deep breath, shut his eyes, and started, "I was going to wait and ask you if you wanted to go with me, today, to meet my parents. I was going to tell you everything then." He paused, and glanced at me and gave me a watery smile. When I nodded my head, he shut his eyes again and continued. "But, now that I think about it. It's better to do it here. That way neither one of us freeze to death." He smirked, slightly. I continued to stay silent, giving him time to gain the confidence that he need, to tell his story, while I kept on running my fingers through his hair.

"I was six years old when they died. The previous Christmas, they decided that they would go on a second honeymoon. I think, they thought, since I was conceived on their first honeymoon, they would be able to conceived again, on their second. They always wanted more children. On the night of January 20, they dropped me off here, since their flight left early the next morning." He choked back a sob, and continued, "I didn't even tell them goodbye, or that I loved them. I was too busy trying to keep up with Emmett." As he reveled this, I wanted to interrupt him, but kept quiet, so he wouldn't be distracted from his thoughts.

"Every day that they were gone, they called to talk to me. But, being a spoiled little brat that I was, I didn't have time to talk to them. On the fifth day that they were gone, they went on a tour to an island off the coast of Argentina. That's when it happened." He stopped, trying to gain control of his ragged breathing. He was sobbing, uncontrollably by this point, and I could no longer hold in my own tears. After a couple of seconds, he gained enough control, in order to continue. "On their way back, something happened to the boat they were on and it capsized. When the coastguard went out to rescue any survivors, they only found two bodies in the shark-infested waters. Everyone else was lost. When they reached the mainland, they pulled up the roster for the trip to the island and found that there was suppose to be fifty-three people on board the boat. My parents' bodies were never found. After that day, the tour company discontinued all tours to the island, stating it wasn't safe. To this day, no one has ever been back to the island of death."

He sighed and opened his bloodshot eyes and looked up at me.

"Island of death?" I asked, shakily.

"Yeah. I started calling it that when I was old enough to learn the details."

"Oh."

"The tour company is conducting a ceremony on the island for the twenty-fifth anniversary, to mourn those that were lost, in a couple of years. I was invited to go, but I don't think I'll be able to."

"Why not?"

"To this day, I can't bring myself to step a foot onto a boat. Not even a ferry. When I have business to attend to in Port Angeles, I take a flight in. I won't drive because then I would have to get on the ferry." He sighed. "I know, pathetic."

"No it's not. It's perfectly understandable. That's how you lost your parents, Edward. I may not have experience in that type of loss, but I do understand it."

He shut his eyes and turned his head and body, to snuggle into my stomach and wrapped his arms around my waist, and continued to sob. After a few moments, his sobs slowed and he fell into a troubled sleep, never loosening his grip on me. I was still running my fingers through his hair when I heard sniffles coming from behind me. I looked up, to see Esme and Carlisle holding onto each other. Both of them had tears running down their faces. When Esme noticed that I had seen them, she gave me a small smile, and they walked over, and sat on the loveseat across from where Edward and I were sitting.

"What are you doing up, dear?"

"I couldn't sleep. To busy making plans, when Edward came in, looking so sad. I brought him out here and have been here since." I looked over at the clock and noticed it was almost five in the morning. "What are you two doing up so early?"

"We always get up early, today. I usually cook a big breakfast and get Ethan up and ready for school, for Edward. Today is very hard on him and everyone gives him his space. The kids know what day it is and they don't really bother him. He never talks to anyone today, and usually spends most of it at the cemetery, alone."

"I can't even imagine how he feels. It's like he never received the closure of seeing their bodies, in order to move on. He's stuck."

"I'm glad he told you about it. He never talks about it anymore."

"Why not?"

"After it happened, he told a couple of his friends about the accident. But kids can be very cruel."

"What did they do?"

"Some of the kids started teasing him and saying that his parents didn't want him anymore. That, that's why they never came back. To this day, no one outside of the family knows the details of what had happened, except for you."

"How can kids be so mean!" I sobbed, quietly.

"I don't know, dear. I don't know."

After a couple of moments of silence, Carlisle cleared his throat and asked, "How are you doing, Bella?"

"I'm still in some pain, but it's nothing I can't handle." I sighed and looked down to Edward's peaceful form.

"What's on your mind, sweetheart?"

"I don't really know, Carlisle. I think I want to go by the hospital today."

"Why?" Esme gasped.

"To say my goodbyes to Jacob. If I learned anything from Edward's past, it is that I'm going to need closure, in order to move on. Just in case, Jacob, does die in that hospital, I want my closure. I need to move past the abuse and torture that I received." I looked up, from Edward's face, over to them. "I need to, for my kids. For myself." I looked back down at Edward and whispered, "For Edward."

Esme stood, walked over, and sat on the arm of the couch and wrapped her arm around my shoulders and I placed my head on her midsection.

"Do you love him?" She asked, softly.

"I'm not sure. I know I feel something strong for him. I've never felt this strongly for Jacob." I stopped to think about it and focused on my feelings. "It feels like love, but more intense."

She squeezed my shoulders and smiled down at me.

"That's true love, dear. It's the purest love you can find."

I nodded and wiped my eyes, whispering, "Do you think he feels the same thing for me?"

As I asked this, Edward tightened his grip on me and I felt him smile into my stomach. When I looked down at him, Esme looked as well.

"Why don't you ask him yourself, dear." She chuckled.

She got up and she and Carlisle walked out of the room, to start on breakfast. After they left, I looked down into sparkling green pools and ran my fingers through his hair, again.

"How much did you hear?" I asked, blushing bright red.

"All of it." He smiled.

"I thought you were sleeping."

"I was, but I could still hear everything."

He brought his hand up to my face and cupped my cheek, then to the back of my head, and slowly pulled me down to him. When were about a centimeter apart, he whispered, "Did you mean what you said?"

"Every word." I whispered back.

He pulled me the rest of the way and groaned when our lips met for the second time. This time, however, I didn't pull away and it wasn't just a peck. As the seconds went by, he lightly licked my bottom lip, asking for permission to enter my mouth. I slightly parted my lips and touched the tip of his tongue with mine. He moaned and deepened the kiss, stroking my tongue with his and exploring my mouth. I gripped the back of his neck and moaned into his mouth, at his taste. Without breaking the kiss, he sat up and turned us around so that I was straddling him. When we both needed to breathe, he moved his mouth and trailed open mouth kisses up and down my neck. I moaned again as he started sucking and licking a spot behind my ear, and started to grind my hips into his hardness beneath me, and moved his head back to mine. He moved his hands to my hips and helped me grind into him. We were so involved with each others bodies, that we didn't hear the front door open. Next thing we knew Emmett yelled out.

"YES! Eddie and Bella are gonna get some. Finally, Eddie's gonna get some putay."

Without disrupting our kiss, I felt Edward move one of his hands.

"MOM! Edward flipped me off!"

That did it. We broke the kiss and rested our foreheads against each other, and stopped our movements. We sat there and chuckled as Esme scolded Emmett.

"Emmett Christopher! Leave them alone. Get in here and help me fix the kids' plates."

I started to get up to help, when Edward grabbed my hips again to stopped me from moving.

"Don't get up yet, Love. Wait a second, while I get rid of my problem, please."

I giggled and the movement made Edward throw his head back and moan lightly.

"Not helping, Love."

I giggled again and he grabbed my face and started kissing me again. When he deepened it, I automatically started to grind into him again. After a couple minutes of this, Edward released my face and grabbed my hips and frantically started to grind my hips into him. His body stiffened against mine and he moaned into my mouth. I experienced my very first orgasm and moaned with him.

After we both came down from our highs, He stilled my hips and kissed the tip of my nose and smiled, sheepishly.

"Sorry. I better go get cleaned up."

I hopped up, while chuckling, and he stood and adjusted himself, trying to find a comfortable position, within his now messy pants. I bit my lip, and turned to go into the kitchen. As I made my way through the foyer, he strutted past me and smacked me on the ass, and ran up the stairs, with a big grin on his flushed face.

When I reached the kitchen, I noticed that six of the ten kids were eating their breakfast.

"Go ahead and make yourself a plate, dear."

I walked up, made my plate, and sat down with the rest of them.

"Morning."

"Morning." All of the kids answered.

"Are we going to school today?" Ethan asked, through a mouthful of food.

"Ethan Anthony." Esme scolded.

"Sorry." He said, after he swallowed what was in his mouth.

I looked over at him and answered his question.

"Yes, you are. Even though it's Friday, you need to go. Your dad and I are going to take all of you."

"Your going to take us, Mom?" J.C. asked in a surprised tone.

I smiled at him and Matt, while replying, "Yes, I am."

"Where's my dad? Nana said you were both in the living room." Megan asked.

"Um…" I blushed. "He went upstairs to take a shower."

Emmett snickered and Rose smacked him on the back of the head.

"What? I didn't say anything." He pouted.

"That was for thinking about what you were about to say. Remember, there are children present, you big goon."

As we were eating, Edward walked in, freshly showered, and dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt. After he fixed his plate, he sat down beside me and kissed my cheek. Everyone, except my boys, grew quiet. Edward finally sighed and broke the uneasy air.

"So...you guys ready to get back to school?"

Ethan snapped his head up and gave him a big smile.

"Yeah." They all answered.

He looked over at Rose and asked, "Do you mind if Bella and I take your van to take the kids to school?"

"Yeah. That's fine Edward." Rose said in a small voice.

"Aren't you going to the cemetery, Edward?" Emmett asked in confusion.

"Yeah, I'm still going to go. Bella and I have some things to take care of first, though. I just figured it would be easier to drive together, that way we can get our stuff done faster, and get back home."

Esme and Rose stood up and ushered the kids back up the stairs, to get them ready for school, Emmett, Charlie, Carlisle, and Edward went into the living room, and I went to my bedroom, to retrieve my clothing for the day, checked on a still sleeping Brea, and walked back out into the living room. Before I could make my way upstairs for a shower, Edward pulled me into his arms and gave me a sweet kiss on my lips.

After I was done with my shower, I got dressed, pulled my hair into a messy ponytail, and walked downstairs. As I reached the living room, I spotted Edward rocking Brea in the rocking chair.

"Do you want to breast feed her before we go, or do you want me to make a bottle for her?" He asked when he spotted me.

My eyes watered and a few tears escaped. I quickly wiped my eyes, and Edward gave me a worried glance.

"Sorry. No one's asked me that before. Um….lets just make a bottle for now. We don't have much time left before we have to leave."

He got up, and passed me my cooing daughter, and kissed me softly.

"Ok, Love. I'll go make her a bottle, you relax."

I then noticed that she had a fresh diaper on and dressed for the day. I looked questionably at the rest guys and asked, "Who cleaned her up for me?"

"Edward did, Bells." My dad smiled.

"Really?" I asked with fresh tears trailing down my face.

"Yes he did. He is definitely a good man."

I smiled at my dad and felt two strong arms wrap around me.

"What's the matter, love?" Edward asked, worriedly, and kissed my neck.

I turned and replied, "Nothing's wrong. I'm just not used to someone helping me with the kids."

He reached up and wiped the tears from my eyes. He kissed the tip of my nose, then Brea's forehead, while he took her from me.

"Well. You better get used to it. I'm a hands on type of guy." He snickered.

He walked over to my dad and handed him Brea and the bottle, and led me out to the foyer, where the kids were waiting, patiently. We grabbed our coats, loaded up the kids, and headed toward the school.

After we dropped the kids off, explained the situation to the principal, put all of the Cullens, Alice and Jasper, Charlie, and Edward on the boys' pick up list, and gave him a copy of the restraining order, we made our way back to the van. We sat there for a moment, relishing in the quiet, after the quite loud ride over.

Edward reached over, clasped his hand in mine, and smiled at me.

"What do you want to do now, Love?"

"Um….I'm not sure, I've never got to make that decision." I said and bit my lip.

He took our entwined hands and reached up and released my captured lip with his thumb.

"Well, that's another thing that's going to change. I don't like to make all the decisions. I need my woman's input on things."

I looked over, shyly and asked, "Your woman?"

"Yeah." He answered while running a hand through his hair. "If you want to be."

I leaned over and pecked his lips. Before he could deepen the kiss, I pulled away and chuckled.

"I definitely want to be." I smiled.

"Good." He stated and kissed my knuckles. "What do you want to do?"

"Um…Is it alright if we head over to the hospital. I want to get that done with and out of the way."

He started the van, backed up, and drove out into traffic.

"Your wish is my command, my love.

I love it when he called me love. It makes me feel wanted and special. Fifteen minutes later, we pulled into the hospital parking lot. I looked up at the large building with trepidation. Edward squeezed me hand, slightly and kissed my forehead.

"Are you ready?'

I nodded and continued to look at the building. I didn't notice that he exited the vehicle until he opened my door, holding out his hand for me. I gently grasped his hand and stepped out into the sun filled lot. I breathed in a deep breath and said, "Ok, I'm ready. Lets do this." and bit my lip. He entwined our fingers and led me to the entrance.

As we reached the fourth floor and stepped out of the elevator, I froze in my tracks. Edward looked down at me, with worried eyes and squeezed my hand, in support. Two Native American men looked over and started their way towards us.

"I know Sam. Who's the other one?" He asked quietly.

"Jacob's dad, Billy."

Edward's posture stiffened and when the two men reached us, he pulled me slightly behind his back.

"Bella? I'm so very sorry about what Jake did to you for all those years. I thought he saw how I had changed after his mother passed away and was treating you like you deserved. I'm sorry I didn't see. Please forgive me?"

I stepped out from behind Edward and embraced my future ex-father-in-law.

"You have no reason to be sorry, Billy. He steamrolled everyone in thinking what he wanted them to." I peeked over at Sam, and said, "Only a select few knew what was really going on."

I faced Sam and snapped, "What the hell is your excuse, Sam?"

He looked down at his feet and replied, "You have every right to not to believe me, Isabella, but I am truly sorry. That day, I realized how bad Jacob was. I called him after everyone left your house to tell him I was out. I'm going to go into counseling to get the help I need. I'm not as bad as Jacob was, but I'm bad enough. I don't want to lose Emily. I truly do love her. I'm sorry for helping him."

I nodded my head, stiffly, at him and clasped my hand with Edward's again and followed Sam and Billy to Jacob's room. The guard stopped us and asked for identification, and Edward and I pulled out our licenses and slowly made our way into the room, where I came face to face with the devil incarnate. I was surprised to see that he was awake.

Even though he was handcuffed to the bed, I started to tremble. Edward squeezed my hand in support and I looked up at him and smiled.

"What the fuck do you want, Isabella?" Jacob snapped.

I turned to him and squared my shoulders.

"I'm here to have a few words with you, Jacob." I sneered. He huffed while I continued, "You are going to sit there, shut up, and listen to what I have to say, you bastard."

"Don't you dare talk to me that way, you worthless, whore." He snapped, while trying to get free from his binds to come after me.

I stood my ground and held Edward's tense hand, trying to keep both of us calm.

"You do not own me. You do not own my kids. We are free from you. You will never touch me or anyone else ever again. You will never rape me or anyone else again. I hate you. I hope you rot in jail for the rest of your life. I hope someone makes you their whore. You are a piece of shit. You will never see my kids again. You are not in control of me. You will never control another person again. I AM FREE!"

After I let everything out, I felt a huge weight leave my shoulders, that I never knew was there. Edward had pulled me into his frame and wrapped his arm around my shoulders while I yelled at Jacob. Before Jacob could retaliate, the door to his room opened and Detective Michaels, my dad, Billy, and a woman came in.

"Bells, you ok?" My dad asked.

I looked over and smiled, "Yeah. I feel better than ever."

The woman walked up to me and shook my hand.

"Hello, Ms. Swan. I'm Kelly Marrow, the state's attorney."

Jacob snorted and sneered, "Her name is Mrs. Black, you bitch."

Mrs. Marrow looked over at Jacob and smirked.

"No. She's not, Mr. Black. She is back to being Ms. Swan as of nine o'clock this morning. The judge signed the divorce papers and granted everything to Ms. Swan. So, Mr. Black, you need to keep your mouth shut."

Jacob tried to pull out of his restraints and tried to launch at me, again. When he was unsuccessful, he huffed and scowled.

"Look at her. She's nothing but a no good whore. She even has a new boy toy that she is fucking."

Edward let go of my hand and went to launch at him. Before he could move, though, Detective Michaels grabbed his arms from behind in order to restrain him. I looked over at Charlie and witnessed, him and Billy in a similar position. Billy was holding Charlie back.

"Don't you dare say something like that about my daughter again. Edward is a good man and he will treat her with the respect she deserve, you bastard."

When everyone calmed down, Mrs. Marrow looked over at me and asked, "Is it all right with you if I ask a couple of questions on the record, Ms. Swan?"

Edward placed his hand in mine when I answered her, in the positive. At this time, an older man stepped into the room and shook Charlie and Detective Michaels' hands. He stepped back, leaned against the wall, and crossed his arms.

"Ok, great. For the record, who is the man holding your hand and what relationship do you share with him?"

I looked up at Edward and smiled.

"This is Edward Masen, and he's my boyfriend."

"When did you two start dating?"

"Um….about ten, ten-fifteen, this morning."

"Have you two had sexual intercourse with each other?"

"No."

"Have you had sexual intercourse with anyone, other than Mr. Black?"

"No."

I noticed that she stated her questions carefully. Charlie must have warned her about what happened this morning.

"Thank you for answering my questions, Ms. Swan."

"Your welcome."

Edward bent his head down and kissed my forehead, while Jacob growled.

Mrs. Marrow turned to Jacob and walked over to him with some papers and a pen.

"Now. Since we cleared that up. I need you to look over and sign these papers, Mr. Black. If you have any questions pertaining to the papers you are about to sign, please ask me anytime before you sign them."

She handed him the papers when he grabbed for the pen. He quickly signed his name to each of the specific areas, without looking at them or asking what they were for. Charlie, Detective Michaels, and Mrs. Marrow all snickered and smirked at him. After he signed where he need to, he threw the stack at her, with a growl.

"Would you like to know what you just signed, Mr. Black?" The older man asked.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"My name is Judge Aro Volturi. I'm assigned to your case."

"Why do I care what those fucking papers say?"

"Ok. I just thought you would like to know, since those are very important papers that will change your life forever." He shrugged.

"Fine."

"Well, Mr. Black. The first set of papers that you signed included the charges and agreement to plead guilty on all counts. The charges that are stated in the papers are as followed; rape in the second degree, physical abuse in the second degree, child neglect, imprisonment, blackmail, resisting arrest, knowledge of making death threats on Ms. Swan's life, running and evading a police officer, and disturbing the peace." As Judge Valturi was naming the different charges, I looked over at Jacob and saw that he was getting angrier and angrier.

"The second set of papers that you signed are for the revocation of your parental rights. Congratulations, Mr. Black, you just sign your rights to Jacob Charles, Matthew William, and Brea Marie away. You are no longer one of their legal guardians."

"What the fuck. No body told me that! I never would have signed them. This is your fault, you dumb, fucking, bitch." Jacob screamed, directing the last comment towards me.

"No. It is all very legal and was done in a legal way. You were told to look over them and ask any questions you had. Have a good day."

Judge Valturi walked out of the room with the signed papers in his hand. After everyone reigned in their shock, we all walked out of the room.

"So. Bells, Edward? Where are you two heading out to?" Charlie asked.

"I think we're going to stop by the cemetery before we need to pick up the kids from school." I answered.

"Oh, ok. See ya back at the Cullen's, then." He walked over and gave me a big hug and shook Edward's hand.

We walked out and got back into the van, to go to the cemetery. Before Edward put the van in gear, he turned to me and asked, "Do you mind if we just go back home and have Rose go pick up the kids?"

"What about the cemetery?"

"Change of tradition. I don't want you to meet them on the anniversary of their death. Lets go on a different day. I already went yesterday. Lets go celebrate with our family."

I wiped my tears from my face and looked over at him.

"Edward?"

"Yes, Love."

"I love you."

His breath hitched and smiled brightly at me.

"I love you, too, Bella."