This is late, I know. Part of me kind of thinks that it worked out, though. Because now I can write while I wait for food, and you guys can read while you wait! It kind of works out. This chapter is going to be kind of short, but… heartfelt, I suppose you could say. Enjoy. (:

And I just realized that I have a friend whose last name is Daniels. I DIDN'T EVEN DO THAT ON PURPOSE. Oh my gosh, I feel bad now… how did I not think of that?!

BPOV

It's been a week since graduation and the incident with the cop. It haunted me. I would be standing there having a conversation with Edward and the thought would creep into my mind. When I tried to sleep at night, it's all I thought about. When I played with Aveline, watched television, went on the computer…

I had to get it off of my chest. I just had to tell him.

I knew that it was risky to tell Edward. Because knowing Edward, he's going to completely flip out and overreact. Not that I really blame him - if some girl I hated kissed him, I would through a conniption fit.

That night when Edward was putting Aveline into her crib, I finally decided to tell him.

"Edward…" I said softly. "There's something that I need to talk to you about."

He turned and looked at me. There was a hint of confusion and worry in his eye and his body stiffened. I covered my thumbs with the sleeve of my shirt and walked over to him. I grabbed his hands and closed my eyes.

"Please, just promise me that you're not going to freak out, okay?"

"What's going on?" He asked slowly.

Tears burned my eyes, and I took a deep breath to explain. My voice was just above a whisper; I was afraid to speak loudly. I was terrified that, somehow, he would hear me. "Do you remember the night of graduation? We had that party with your family, and Charlie came over…"

Edward nodded his head.

"Aveline needed her diaper changed, but the diaper bag was in the car. Your mom kept Aveline and I went outside to go and get it. After I got the bag, I turned around and…"

"And what?" Edward pressed. "Bella, love, please tell me. You're beginning to worry me."

I looked up at the ceiling. I couldn't look at his pleading face. I felt too guilty. The tears I had been holding in streamed down my cheeks now. "I turned around and that officer was standing there - "

"Daniels." Edward said between clenched teeth.

I kept on with my story. "He tried to make me go to a bar with him." I laughed and rolled my eyes despite my tears. "When I told him no, he got mad, and he… well… he kissed me - "

"That son of bitch!" He growled and fiercely et go of my hands.

"Please, let me fini - "

"I'm going to kill him."

"EDWARD." I yelled. "Please, would you just let me finish?"

"After that, I slapped him and he threatened me… he said that if I told anyone then he would press charges for what you did to him at the police station a while back." I burst into tears and leaned my head against his chest. "Edward, I'm so sorry…"

It took him a moment for him to put his arms around me, and even when he did, he felt tense and distracted.

"It's not your fault at all, love."

I looked up at him and sniffled. "So, you're not mad at me?"

"Well, I wish that you would have told me a little earlier." He frowned. "But, no, I'm not mad at you."

My face fell a little. "I just thought that - "

He put a finger to my lips. "It's alright, Bella." He then dropped his hands and took a step back. "I have to go take care of something real quick, though. I'll call you when I'm done."

"Edward…"

I put my hand on his arm, but he shrugged it off and headed for the door. I chased after him. I knew exactly what he was going to do. He was going to go to Daniels and bash his face in.

I continued to call his name, the tone in my voice getting harsher and harsher, as we walked. But I waited until we were outside until I did anything to stop him. I didn't want to start a scene with his family.

This time when I grabbed his arm, I did it with as much force as I could muster. I pulled him back and he stumbled.

"Bella, please let go of my arm."

"I'm not letting you do this. You're going to start something that doesn't need to be aggravated!"

"Oh, so it doesn't need to be aggravated? Last I checked, kissing someone without her consent is harassment. Even worse when she's in a relationship and he knows it!"

"I know that you're angry, but let's try and be reasonable."

"Maybe he should have been reasonable when he put his hands on you!" His eyes suddenly narrowed. "Why are you defending him?!"

"I'm not defending him!"

"Well, it sure as hell sounds like it."

"I'm trying to stop you from making things worse! What am I supposed to do when he locks you up for attacking an officer twice? I can't take care of her on my own." I swallowed the lump in my throat and reached for his hand. "Edward, please."

He shook me off and headed for his car while I stood helplessly on the doorstep.

"EDWARD!" I screamed at him. "Don't do this!"

He was in his car now. He looked at me one last time before he pulled out of the driveway and flew down the street. I wondered if that would be the last time I would ever see him.

I ran back inside the house and into my bedroom. I grabbed my cell phone with shaking hands and called the only person I knew who could help. My dad.

He answered on the third ring. "Hello?"

"Dad." I said in a panicked voice. "Are you at the station?"

"No, I'm at home, it's my day off. Why? What's wrong?"

Shit. "You need to get there now. Edward is about to do something insanely stupid and you need to stop him."

I heard the sound of footsteps from the other line. "What happened?"

"I don't really have time to explain it all. Daniels just did something to piss Edward off, and I'm more tha positive that Edward is going to bust his face open for it. I need you to go and knock some sense into him… or stop him… please…"

There was a small moment of silence. "Are you sure about this?"

"Yes. Please, daddy."

"I'm going now. I'll call you when I find him."

"Thank you." I whispered. A small feeling of relief washed over me, though there was still an antagonizing feeling of distress.

I put my phone down and wandered over to Aveline's crib. She was still awake; staring up at the ceiling and chewing on her fingers. I smiled and leaned down to pick her up. She smiled back at me and nestled her head into the nape of my neck.

I sat on the bed and held her in my arms, slowly rocking back and forth.

She was such a beautiful baby. Big, green eyes, and a full head of dark brown hair, which I'm almost will be dead straight like mine. Or maybe she'll get lucky and have gorgeous curls. But curly or straight, she'll be beautiful.

Looking into her eyes always made me think of Edward. Their eyes are literally identical, and I love how she has a little piece of her daddy in her.

Oh, Edward.

I can't help but wonder if he's okay. I really hope that my dad got there in time to stop him from making a very stupid mistake. If not, then I have no clue what we're going to do. I can't take care of a baby by myself and somehow make money. I can't live with the Cullens for forever.

"We'll be alright… we'll be alright…" I whispered and kissed the top of her head. "We'll be alright.

It wasn't until about nine when my phone finally rang. I was sitting on the bed reading through my copy of Wuthering Heights for the hundredth time, and when it vibrated, I dropped the phone to the ground and picked it up.

It was my dad.

"Is everything okay?" Was the first thing I said to him.

"Yes. Everything is taken care of. I'll let Edward explain it to you." He sighed. "But, Bella, next time you have a problem like this, just come to me. I'm the chief police. I could have taken care of him like that."

"Sorry." I mumbled. "I guess I wasn't thinking properly."

He laughed. "You're still young. You have a lot to learn."

He told me that Edward would be home in the next fifteen minutes, and that he had a few more things to take care of so he had to go. I told him thank you again, and said I'd see him soon.

Now is when the waiting game begins.

I made sure that Aveline was in bed and thought over what I was going to say to him. Was there even a reason to be mad at him? Technically he had done nothing. But I still can't help but think about what would have happened if my dad had not have saved the day.

When I heard the car pull into the driveway, my heart started racing. And when I heard his footsteps coming up the stairs, I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself down.

He pushed the door open softly and walked in.

"Hi." I said softly.

"Hey." He said back emotionlessly.

I took a step towards him. "Can you please tell me what happened?"

Edward put his hands on the back of his head and let out of a deep breath. "Well, when I got to the police station, I asked to see Daniels and the guy at the desk told me he was out on his rounds. I was going to wait for him, and that's when your dad walked in."

I looked off to the side, not wanting to meet his gaze.

"He came in and basically told me that same thing that you did. He said that it wasn't worth it and that I should just blow off some steam and go home." Edward explained. "He said that he would take care of Daniels."

"I still wish that you wouldn't of said anything. Now Daniels is going to get mad and try and press charges - "

"Your dad said it's highly unlikely that he would. By pressing charges against me, we could turn back around and charge him for assault and sexual harassment. And he's getting fired anyway." He shrugged. "That's what your dad said at least."

"Fired?"

He took a seat on the bed and patted on the empty space next to him. I took a seat and rested my head on his shoulder.

"Bella, I don't want you to ever be afraid to tell me something. I'm always going protect you." He said.

"I know…." I sighed. "But, Edward, be honest with me. If my dad hadn't have come, would you really have tried to hurt Daniels?"

He bit his lip. "I'd like to say no, but I don't think that I would have been able to control myself. He hurt you, I hurt him."

I shook my head on his shoulder and turned my head so that my lips were inches away from his neck. He smelt good, and felt warm against my cold skin. "You know that I'm still kind of mad at you for storming off like that. You have a terrible temper."

"Are you only just now noticing this?"

I laughed and kissed him.

Is this was love is? When you're angry with someone, yet you still have the desire to be with them? To hug them, to want them, to tough them, to kiss them… when even on the darkest of days and the foulest of moods, no matter how cross you are, there's that feeling in the pit of your stomach that lets you know that you can't be angry with them for long. Because you feel something for them. Because they mean something to you. Because you love.

I'm still not sure about what love is exactly. All I know is that there a million different kinds of love, and that I had all that I need and more in my life.

End chapter. I'm pretty proud of those last two paragraphs! Haha.
Some dramatic events will be coming soon regarding… a character. ;) I've already said too much. I need to stop! I really hope that you guys have a fantastic Thanksgiving. I'm so thankful to have so much support from every one of you with this story. It hasn't been easy, but it's also been fun, and I really appreciate all of you for that. You guys are all amazing, and I can never thank you enough. (:

Xoxo,
Halley.