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Bella

James wasn't lying when he said he would take me to court.

He filed for visitation two weeks ago and we have a court date set for October 25, which was tomorrow at eight. I was nervous, scared, and so many other things. For one, I hated the fact that I would have to face James and my mother again. The second reason that I was having a small panic attack was because I was no longer the decider of who would or wouldn't be allowed in Masen's life.

The judge would be the one to decide it now. Either he would give James the visitation that he wanted or he wouldn't.

At this point, I knew that James would be getting what he wanted. I'd talked to other single moms at work, and a few of them had been through my situation. From what I heard, the fathers were awarded visitation. There were a few times when the fathers weren't granted visitation but that was only because they were unfit or the kid wasn't really theirs.

Since I knew the judge wouldn't prove James unfit, and James was the only guy that I had sex with, James would be visiting Masen whenever he wanted to.

Well, not whenever he wanted. If he was granted visitation, we'd have to go to mediation to decide when he could see him and when he couldn't see him.

As you could probably see, I'd been looking into this a lot. I looked it up more than I probably needed to, but that was what happened when this kind of stressful situation was thrown at me.

I know it might sound childish but I blamed my mom for this, I didn't put all the blame on her but I put some of it on her. She could have told James that she would talk to me and see if I was okay with him having my new number but she didn't.

James was definitely another person to blame. He had a choice from the beginning, and for the first four months of Masen's life. I tried hard to get him to come around but he never did. He made his choice and he should have stuck with it.

I guess the anger was split equally between them.

"Are you taking Masen home with you?" Vanessa asked as we sat around my living room eating pizza with Edward, Jacob, and Masen.

"It doesn't say I have to," I sighed. "But I am." I didn't really like the fact that my mom would try to see him, but since I wasn't staying with her, and I was staying with my grandmother, I didn't care.

"I could watch him," she said. "If you'd like, Bella."

"No, that's okay," I said. "If James does get…visitation…then I'll probably be ordered to let him see him before we leave."

"I wish I could go with." She sighed. "God knows you need the support."

"I'm going with her," Edward said.

"You're taking him home?" she asked. I nodded.

Edward had volunteered to come home with me when I had gotten the court papers and I readily accepted. I needed the moral support, as I didn't know who exactly would be on my side.

"That's big," Jake commented.

"It would be under normal circumstances," I agreed. "But since this isn't a pleasure visit, it's not."

"But he's still meeting your parents," Vanessa pointed out.

"Okay, that is big," I laughed. I was a littler nervous about him meeting my dad. Sure, he talked to him on the phone but meeting in person and talking on the phone were two different things.

You have nothing to worry about. He'll love him just as much as you do.

Yeah, Love. I said it, well thought it. I was in love with Edward and I wasn't afraid to admit it. Okay, I was a little afraid to admit it since we'd only been dating for about a month and a half. I didn't even say it to James until we were six months into our relationship.

Each relationship is different.

I knew that, obviously. Kate and Garrett had said 'I love you' when they were only three weeks into their relationship. Alice and Jasper said it about two months into their relationship, and Angela and Mike said it a month into their relationship.

I would say it to him eventually, but I wanted to say it when the time was right.

"Bella?"

"Sorry, what?" I asked, my cheeks tinting.

"Are you nervous?"

"About?" I wondered.

"Are you nervous that Edward's meeting your parents?"

"A little," I admitted.

"What about you?" Jacob wondered. "Are you nervous about meeting her folks?"

"Yes," Edward said. "I'm more worried about meeting your mother, Bella." I grimaced. Yeah, I was too. What would she do to him? I mean, I guess she couldn't do anything physically but how would she act?

The same as she does everyday. She'd be a bitch to him and to you.

"Don't worry about her," Vanessa said. "She's a bitch to everyone, it's part of her charming personality."

"That's so calming," Edward said, sarcastically.

"That's a walk in the park considering what we're there to do," I sighed, leaning my head against his shoulder. "I'm so nervous, and I have no idea what will happen."

"What's the worst they could do?" Vanessa asked.

"Give him visitation," I said. "Make me move home so that Masen can be closer to James, or worse, make me give Masen to James…"

"He's only going for visitation," Edward reminded me. "You have sole custody of Masen and it will remain that way unless you are proven unfit, which won't happen because you're an amazing mother."

"Thank you," I said.

"You're welcome." He grinned, kissing my forehead. "Just remember that no matter what happens, we're all here for you."

"I know, and I appreciate all of you."

Edward was a perfect boyfriend. I know, I know. I'd said that a million times but I couldn't stop saying it. I mean, there were so many things that made him perfect.

Not counting the fact that he was taking time out of his life to fly home with me, he went with me to the hospital with Masen. Then he stayed with me the first week after Masen was released from the hospital.

Though Carlisle had assured me that he would be back to his normal self in a few days, it didn't ease the panic that I felt. I was constantly checking on him at night. I felt so bad for Edward. He got little sleep when he stayed over at my house.

Yet, he didn't seem to mind. He'd also put up with my less than nice attitude lately. I guess you could say, I'd been a little snippy lately.

A little?

Okay, I was very snippy. But I couldn't help it. I was constantly on the edge, more so as the court date drew nearer and nearer.

We spent the remainder of our free afternoon at my place. Vanessa and Jake headed home around eight so that Edward, Masen, and I could get ready to leave.

Our flight out of Sky Harbor was at nine, we'd land in Washington at about eleven thirty. My grandmother, Marie, was going to be waiting for us when we got there. Since she understood why I was pissed at my mom, she graciously was allowing Edward, Masen, and I to crash at her place.

"I'll be back in a few minutes," Edward said, standing from the couch.

"Okay," I said smiling as Edward pulled me in for a quick kiss before heading toward the door. I scooped Masen up into my arms and headed into his bedroom to change him.

After changing him into something warmer, Washington was a hell of a lot colder than Arizona, I buckled him into his carrier. I then headed to my room to throw on a pair of sweats and a blue t-shirt. I grabbed one of my sweaters and threw it into my carry on, which also doubled as my luggage.

At eight thirty, we left for Sky Harbor International Airport. We parked and checked in fairly quickly. By the time we boarded the plane, Masen was sound asleep in his carrier and I hoped that he would stay that way.

Nothing irritates people more than a crying baby.

"He's a sound sleeper," Edward noted when Masen didn't wake up as we took off.

"Yep," I smiled, running my fingers lightly through his curls. "Thank you for coming with me."

"You don't have to thank me," he said. "You're my girlfriend and when you need me I will be there. "

"Is dating a girl with a kid all it's cut out to be?"

"It's amazing," Edward said, stroking my cheek. "I wouldn't trade it for the world." I pecked him on the lips, smiling.

I love you.

This wasn't the best time to say it. How dorky would I be if I blurted that out for the first time on an airplane?

"I wouldn't trade you for the world either," I told him honestly. He grinned. "Well, unless I was offered a lifetime supply of chocolate," I teased, giggling.

"Well, I wouldn't trade you for anything."

"You're cute," I said, pulling my laptop from my backpack.

"Cute?" he scuffed. "That's all I am?"

"Amazing, perfect, sexy, handsome, cute, and so on so forth," I said. "Would you like me to keep going?"

"Nah, I'm good," he chuckled. "What are you doing?" he wondered.

"I am writing a paper," I said as I began typing. "What are you doing?"

"Reading," he said, pulling a book out of his bag. He slipped a pair of black frames onto his face before staring intently at his book. I found myself staring at him for a few minutes. Edward was adorable with his glasses. He hated wearing them, but I loved when he did. "What?"

"Nothing," I blushed, looking back at my laptop.

The flight to Washington went by faster than I thought it would. Edward and I did our own things, he read while I finished my paper. I managed to finish two papers by the time we landed, and I was thankful for that since I knew I wouldn't have that much time to myself in the next day or so.

Masen remained asleep the whole flight. He got a little fussy when we were landing but when I placed his pacifier into his mouth, he fell back into his deep slumber.

Since we didn't have any large suitcases, we didn't have to wait at the baggage claim. We were able to just head out to find my grandmother, we didn't have to look far as she was waiting right out front for us.

"Bella!" I smiled and hugged her. It was so good to see her. Growing up she was my escape. When I couldn't handle my mom, my grandma would allow me to stay at her place to cool down. "Oh, look at him. He's gotten so big!"

"He has," I agreed.

"And you must be Edward!" She pulled him into a hug. "I'm Marie Swan, it's so wonderful to meet you."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Edward said hugging her back.

"You nabbed yourself a gentleman," she said to me as she led us to her car. "I approve, Bella."

"Thank you," I grinned. I set Masen's car seat up in the backseat before sliding in the back next to him, and Edward sat up front with Nana.

"How are you feeling, Bells?" Nana wondered as we pulled away from the airport. "Are you nervous for tomorrow?"

"Yes," I sighed.

"Don't worry about it. Whatever happens, happens," she said. "I remember when your grandfather pulled the same move when we divorced. He wanted no part of your father but then after a few months, he decided he wanted to be there again."

"And how did it turn out?"

"The judge granted him supervised visits," she explained. That's what I thought. Although, if James were to get visitation I would much rather have them supervised than have James be allowed to take him wherever he wanted to.

"Do you think James will get supervised visits?"

"Most likely," she said. "But then again, it's different for each case." I sighed and leaned against the door. "Don't worry, honey. We're all here for you, even your mother."

"She's the reason I'm in this mess."

"Not really," Nana sighed. "Sure, she wasn't smart about things but..."

"I'll say," I said, snorting.

"She's still your mother," Nana said. "No matter how stupid she may act, you'll always love her."

"I never said that I didn't love her," I said. "I just don't like her right now."

"Which is to be expected," Nana agreed. "But you have to understand that she didn't put you in this situation. James wants to see his son and that's why you're in this situation."

"True, I guess." I still believed my mom helped move the process along. Had she not given him my number, he wouldn't have been able to get a hold of me. I believed that he would have waited until he could talk to me, and I denied him, before he took me to court.

Well, that was what I thought would have happened. You never knew with James.

We arrived at Nana's place at twelve. I was exhausted and ready to get some sleep. God knows I needed it for tomorrow.

"You know where to go," Nana yawned, heading toward her bedroom. "I'll see you two in the morning, goodnight."

"Goodnight," Edward said.

"Sweet dreams," I said, tugging Edward toward the guest bedroom. Nana's house had five other bedrooms but only two were made into actually bedrooms. Edward and I would have to share a bed for tonight, and possibly tomorrow night. "I hope you don't mind sharing," I said.

"No, it's okay."

"She had more bedrooms but after my dad and his brothers moved out, she remodeled them," I rambled.

"Its fine," Edward chuckled, pulling off his sweater. I pulled off my own sweater before unbuckling Masen and placing him in the middle of the bed. He was a roller so it was a good thing that I was on one side and Edward was on the other.

"Thank you for coming," I whispered as I settled in the bed. "I can't thank you enough, Edward."

"You don't need to thank me," he said, kissing my hand.

I love you.

~Tuesday~

I got little sleep last night. I knew that I shouldn't stress over what was going to happen but I couldn't help it. I had pretty much come to terms with the fact that James would be getting visitation, but I was hoping that I could sway the judge into giving him supervised visits so that he couldn't just take Masen and bring him to a place that I didn't approve of.

When the clock said it was seven, I got up to get ready for my day. I ate some toast; I showered, brushed my teeth, and then dressed for court. I wore a dress, though I knew I would freeze my ass off as soon as I stepped outside, and a pair of heels.

After I dressed and fed Masen for the day, it was time to go. Nana was watching him while I had court. Edward was going with me and I was a little worried about that.

What would James think? What would my mother think?

Who cares what they think?

I drove to Port Angeles courthouse in silence. Edward tried to strike up a conversation but he stopped when he noticed that I wasn't really in the mood to talk.

We pulled up at the courthouse with ten minutes to spare. My parents were waiting outside…with James, Peter, and Charlotte. Charlotte, Peter, and my dad were standing a little farther away from James and my mom, and I found that kind of odd.

They're on your side and your mother is on James's side.

"I can't do this," I whispered, my hands shaking.

"You can do this," Edward grabbed my face between his hands. "You can do this and you will do this."

"But…" He silenced me with a kiss.

"I'm here for you, Bella," he reminded me.

"I know," I said looking into his eyes for the strength I needed.

"Let's go," Edward climbed out of the car first before opening my door and helped me out. I felt as though a neon sign was blinking over my head because Peter, Charlotte, James, and my parents all stared at me, us. "I'm here," Edward repeated.

I wrapped my arms around him before finally heading into the direction of my parents.

"Hi," I said, quietly.

"Hello," Charlotte said, smiling a bit. "How are you?"

"I'm good," I said. "How about you?" I purposely didn't look at James. I could feel him staring at me, but I decided it was better to ignore him.

"Eh," She shrugged. "I've been better, Bella."

"Where's Masen?" my mother demanded.

"With grandma," I said, curtly.

"Why didn't you bring him?"

"Because it's a courthouse," I said, simply. Sure, people did bring their kids, but I didn't feel as though that was the right thing to do.

"When can I see him?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Never," I spat back.

"Edward, it's nice to see you again," dad said, hoping to stop the impending argument. "How have you been?"

"I'm good, sir," Edward shook his hand. "How are you?"

"I'm doing okay," dad replied.

"Why can't I see him?"

"I'm not in the mood, Mom," I said. "It's bad enough I have to deal with him." I nodded in James' direction.

"So, I'm a bad person for wanting to be with my son?"

"I never said that."

"You implied it," he said.

"No, I didn't," I said. "I just don't understand, James."

"What's so hard to understand about me wanting to be there for my son?"

"Well, the fact that you had nine months to come around and yet you only decide to come around when I move, I find that suspicious."

"It took some time for everything to sink in," he explained.

"Sure," I snorted. Edward tightened his arm around me and pressed his lips to my temple.

"Calm down, love," he whispered. Love?

"I see you've moved on," James sneered.

"That's none of your business."

"If he's around my son it is…" James said. I glared. "Why should I trust him?" I didn't bother to answer him. Instead, I grabbed Edward's hand and headed into the courthouse.

"Relax, love," Edward said, again.

"He's so…infuriating," I said.

"He loves you."

"I don't care," I said. "Because I love you and…" Oh…did I really just blurt it out like that? And I thought doing in a plane was bad. "That wasn't suppose to come out."

"Do you not mean it?"

"No, I do…It's just…"

"We haven't been dating long?" I nodded. "Bella, it doesn't matter. I love you too. I've never felt something this strong for anyone but you…" I smiled.

"I love you too," I smiled and sighed.

"I love you," Edward declared again. I giggled and leaned up to kiss him.

"You're not just saying that to calm me, right?"

"No," he promised, kissing my forehead. "I'm in love with you, Isabella Swan."

"I'm in love with you too, Edward Cullen." He grinned and pressed his lips to mine. We pulled away when someone cleared his or her throat to the right of us. I looked up and my smile fell.

"May I talk to you, Isabella?" mom asked.

"I'm not in the mood, Mom."

"Bella," she pleaded.

"I have to use the bathroom anyway, love," Edward kissed me on the forehead.

"I love you," I said.

"I love you too," Edward said before walking away.

"So you and your neighbor," she said. "I thought he had a girlfriend, Isabella."

"They broke up," I said.

"How long have you two been dating?"

"Five weeks," I answered.

"And you're already saying 'I love you'?"

"Yes, we are."

"You can't fall in love in five weeks, Isabella," she said. "Are you that desperate to get pregnant again?" I gaped at her, not believing that she had just said that to me.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Obviously, you two are sleeping together. I find that girls your age fall in love after having sex. They get clingy and believe they're in love."

"Are you calling me a whore who tries to trap men into relationships by getting pregnant?" That's what I was getting out of all of this.

"That's what you are," she said, simply.

"First of all, I'm not having sex with him. I fell in love with him because he's an amazing guy who's been nothing but perfect to Masen and I. He stayed at the hospital with me when Masen got admitted, He…"

"Masen was admitted to the hospital? What did you do?"

"I did nothing. He got pneumonia," I defended myself.

"Obviously you exposed him to it," she accused. I felt my eyes prick with tears. It hurt when the person that was suppose to support you called you a whore and a bad mother. "I knew this is why you should have put him up for adoption. You don't know what to do with a baby. You can barely take care of yourself, Isabella. He would have been much better if you would have signed him over to me…"

"That's what you want isn't it?"

"It's what I wanted from the beginning," she said. "I had thought you were smart enough to realize you couldn't do it and that you'd give him to me. It would be easier that way because you could see him whenever you wanted but then you tell me that you're keeping him…I couldn't believe it."

"That's why you're such a bitch to me?" I asked. "Because I didn't give my son to you?"

"I'm not a bitch because of that," she argued. "I just don't want him hurt…obviously, that's going to happen with you."

"Screw you, Mom," I turned. "Lose my number, my address, my everything. As far as I'm concerned, you don't exist."

"You're taking Masen from his grandmother. He needs me," she yelled as I walked away.

"Esme's a way better grandmother than you are," I said. "Cause she loves him like a grandparent should but still respects the fact that I'm his mother and what I say goes..." With that, I headed down toward our courtroom.

"Hey," Edward grabbed me. "What's wrong?"

"I'm fine," I said, wiping my tears.

"Bella," Edward said with concern.

"It's nothing," I promised.

"Love," He made me look him in the eye. "What did she say?"

"She says that I'm a bad mom," I cried. "And that you're only with me because we're sleeping together. Then she called me a…whore who tries to get pregnant to keep the guys around me…and that…I should have given Masen to…her because I'm not ready…to have a kid…"

"You're an amazing mother," he said, kissing away my tears. "You aren't a whore. What she says is only out of jealousy because all her kids hate her. You even said it yourself…all her kids ran when they were old enough. She wants Masen because she thinks she can have another chance at making someone love her…" He pulled me close to him. "Whatever she says, it's not true. Okay?"

"Okay," I whispered.

"You're an amazing woman and I love you," Edward smiled.

"I love you too," I smiled back through my tears.

"Now, let's get this over with." I wiped away my remaining tears and headed into the courtroom with him.

James had a great lawyer but thanks to Charlotte, Peter, and my father I had a better lawyer. It appeared like the only one not on my side was my mother and I didn't care. Well, that was a lie. It hurt a lot but what's done was done.

Sandra, my lawyer, tried to get James' rights denied but that turned out just as I thought. James ended up getting visitation rights, much to his and my mother's delight. It made me feel like she was hoping he would, all this time, and she could have been.

The plus side was that he had supervised visits. I would, or someone I trusted, would monitor his visits. James and my mother seemed less thrilled about that, but I didn't care. If he wanted to see him, he'd see him under my terms.

James had to pay child support, two hundred and seventy dollars a month. James's lawyer tried to get it lowered but the judge held firm on that.

After court, I went to get an appointment for mediation. James and I had fifteen days to go to mediation so that we could work out a schedule. Since Port Angeles wasn't a big town, we got an appointment for tomorrow at noon. I was bringing Masen so that James could see him for the hour, or longer, that we were there.

After that, I had a flight home.

"I'll see you tomorrow," James said, nodding. "Thank you, Bella."

"For what? There isn't anything I could have done to get this dismissed, James." He sighed. "Goodbye," I said turning to leave.

"Hey, Bells?" I looked at my dad. "Do you mind giving me a ride to see Mas?"

"Not at all," I said. I was surprised my mom wasn't throwing a tantrum. Although, she did looked pissed off.

"I heard what your mother said to you," dad acknowledged. I sighed. "None of it's true."

"I know, Dad," I said. "It still hurts, and I'm tired of her putting me down."

"She's just…going through some things," dad vaguely explained.

"What she said was unforgivable." I couldn't forgive and forget. "She told me that it was my fault that he was admitted to the hospital, which I didn't know you didn't tell her about."

"I knew that she would jump on a plane to get to him." He sighed. "That's why I kept quiet."

"Thank you for that," I said. "At least one of my parents can respect my wishes."

"I always will," he promised.

~Wednesday~

"What days would you like to see him?" The mediator, Eliza, asked James.

"On weekends," James said.

"I can't just fly him out here every weekend," I said. "I don't have the money for that."

"I'll fly out to you," James informed me.

"Every weekend?" I asked, skeptically. "What about every other weekend?"

"No," James refuted. I sighed. "I want to see him every weekend."

"I have to work on some weekends and I have school. I can't do it every weekend."

"Then let me take him, Bella."

"I don't think so," I said. "The judge said supervised visits. I'm not letting you take my son whenever you feel like; to places that I don't approve."

"That's why where here," Eliza said. "Let's keep it calm." She reminded us. "We have the child present."

"Sorry," I said, looking down at Masen. He was playing with the monkey that Edward had given him, completely oblivious to the situation.

"James, Isabella is right," Eliza said. "You only have visits under the eye of Isabella. If you don't like it, you'll need to file a p…"

"It's fine," James said. "When am I allowed to see him?"

"Every other weekend," I said.

"For how long?"

"Two hours, James."

"That's not long enough," he said. "Five, Bella."

"I have a life," I reminded him.

"Do you spend the majority of your time with that boy you brought around me?"

"We're not discussing that," Eliza said. "We are discussing the visitation of your son. If you cannot decide by the end of the hour, I will decide. Understood?"

"Understood," I said. "Three hours," I said. "That's my final offer."

"Fine," James snapped, earning a disapproving look from Sarah. "That's fine," he said again, calm. "So I get to see my kid every other weekend for three hours."

"Yeah, pretty much," I confirmed.

"Do I get three hours each day?" he asked. "Like three hours on Saturday and three more hours on Sunday?"

"I guess," I agreed.

"What about holidays? Birthdays?" Sarah asked.

"I get him all major holidays," I said with certainty.

"That's not fair," James said. "Christmas falls on my days this year."

"You get to see him three hours on those days, and that is it."

"Can we bump it up to four or five hours on holidays?" he asked. "It's important for him to grow up with both of us. I want to be there for the holidays. I'll even deal with your douche bag boyfriend."

"Edward isn't a douche bag," I said. "He's taken care of Masen when you haven't."

"I wasn't allowed," he reminded me.

"That's because…"

"Let's stay on topic," Eliza said. "So we have decided he gets to see him every weekend, three hours on both Saturday and Sunday. On holidays he gets to see him for…"

"Four hours," I said.

"Is that okay with you, James?"

"Yes," he sighed.

"Okay, good." She looked at the clock. "You two may go. I'll file this with the courts and you'll each receive a copy."

"Thank you," I pulled Masen's coat back on and packed up my things before heading out of the room, James followed behind me.

"I wish you would have let me get him longer," James stated.

"I wish that you didn't come around period," I said. "But that didn't happen."

"Why are you so angry at me? I know that I haven't made the best decisions but I want to make it up to you two."

"You can't make anything up to me," I said. "What's done is done, James."

"I know," he sighed looking at Masen.

"I can't believe that you did this to me, James," I said. "And I'm not just talking about court. I gave you so many chances to come around but you didn't. And then I move and suddenly you want to be here? Did my mom put you up to this?"

"No," James denied.

"Then why?" I demanded.

"Because I miss you…him," he said softly.

"You've never even met him," I argued.

"I thought about you every day, Bella," he said. "I thought about what it would be like to have been there to watch him being born, what it would have been like to hold him for the first time…" He trailed off, staring at Masen. "Can I hold him?" I sighed and handed Masen over. He sized James up before he started crying and reaching for me. "I guess he doesn't like me…"

"He doesn't know you," I took him back into my arms. "He hates strangers."

"Does he let…Edwin hold him?"

"Edward," I corrected. "And yes, he does. He loves Edward and he knows that Edward loves him back."

"I really screwed up, didn't I?"

"You have no idea," I said, buckling Masen into the car. "You have one shot, James. If I think that you're about to run away, I'm going to take you to court and get your rights taken away. Do you understand me?" He was quiet for a few minutes. "James? Did you hear anything I just said?"

"Yes," he said. "I understand, Bella."

"I'll see you this weekend," I said.

"Can I hug you?"

"No," I said, backing up. "I don't want you touching me at all."

"What happened to us?" he inquired. I snorted.

"I had a kid and you ran away. That's what happened to us. Nothing you say, or do, will ever change what happened. It's over between us James, for good."

"Nothing I say, or do will change your mind?"

"No, nothing you could do will make me change mind," I confirmed. He looked down. "I have to go. I have a flight to catch," I told him.

"Goodbye, Bella," James said quietly.

"Bye, James," I replied and walked away.

These last two days had been mentally, emotionally, and physically exhausting. Between my mother and James, I was surprised I hadn't been committed to the hospital.

I didn't want James around but I had no choice. Despite that, I didn't want him to screw Masen over. If he came around only to see if he could fix things between us, I would be angrier than I'd ever been.

He could do whatever he wanted to me, but if or when he started to use Masen to get what he wanted, that was when I would snap.

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