Edward

I walked into the room Dez had been staying in with Rachel, Jack and little Brian.

"Dez is a good kid." Brian said. "I really hate to say it to you, but you and Bella made a really nice...child."

I smiled at his confusion.

"Thank you, Brian."

"Just...take care of him, alright? He has an awful lot of nightmares, and he'll act like they're no big deal, but they are. I have him in a booster seat still, in my car. And he needs music to fall asleep,"

"Brian." I stopped him with a smile.

"Vampires don't sleep." I explained.

"I know, Edward. But humans and werewolves do. Also, don't worry about him or your car if he starts messing with those. I am not kidding when I say that he's been around cars since he could walk."

"Brian." I stopped him again. "He's my son. I would like to get to know him myself." Brian smiled sadly.

"You're going to love him." Brian told me.

I finished gathering Dez's last model car, a white Lamborghini.

"I already do."

Dezmond

There was a booster seat in Edward's car.

I turned away immediately.

"Dez?" Bella asked, confused.

"Nope." I said. "Edward didn't make me sit in that last time."

"It's safer." I glared at the seat.

"Come on Dez." Bella said. I sighed and climbed in.

Renesmee sat in the seat on the other side. She placed her hand on her chest when she saw me.

"My name is Renesmee."

"My name is Dezmond." I extended my hand to her, like Brian had taught me.

Renesmee stared at my hand.

After awhile, I pulled my hand back. I glanced at Bella, who was watching me curiously.

"Who taught you those kind of manners, Dezmond?" Rose said from Bella's side.

"Brian." I answered. "He wanted me to be well-behaved." They shared a look.

"Got everything." Edward said, exiting the building and instantly moving into the shadows.

"Did you get my cars?" I asked. Edward smiled at me.

"All of them. I especially like this one." He held up my model Lamborghini. I smiled and reached for it. Edward placed it in my hand.

"The first model car Brian bought me was his car. A 2011 white Chevy Camaro with black racing stripes and matte black rims. Custom paint job. Double pump engine. And then he bought me this. A white Lamborghini Gallardo LP 560-4. I have a bunch. There should be a 2015 Red Ford Mustang GT in there. And a space grey Chrysler ME Four Twelve. The rest of them are at Brian's house."

Edward looked at me impressively.

"You know your cars." I smiled.

"Cars are very important to me."

Bella rolled her eyes and got in the front seat. Rose copied her eye roll and walked away. Edward leaned against the door.

"So, what, you can name the make and model of every car from just a look?"

"No." I disagreed. "Most cars, yes. Everyday cars like this are easy. Silver Volvo S60R, right?" Edward smiled at me with his lips slightly parted in awe. One of his eyebrows was arced. I smiled back, knowing I was right.

"How?" Edward asked. I shrugged.

"I just know."

"Boys, we don't have all day to talk about cars. Get in." Bella said and Renesmee laughed. Edward and I smiled sheepishly. He closed my door and got in his seat. I buckled myself.

"So, Dez." Bella started as Edward took off, away from the building. I watched it disappear in the distance before turning around to her.

"Yeah?"

"How has it been, living with Brian?"

"Well, when I was younger, he used to go on a lot of adventures that Mia and I were never allowed to go on." Edward and Bella frowned. "But after I turned four, and Jack was born, and Mia was pregnant with Rachel, he stopped. One time, Jack and I stayed with Aunt Elena for a little cause Mia when looking for Brian, and that's how we met Uncle Owen. He was the bad guy at the time, but he's better now." Edward and Bella exchanged looks.

"Has Owen ever tried to hurt you?" Edward asked.

"No," I answered. "Hobbes doesn't like me though."

"Nobody ever tried to hurt you?" Edward asked again. I was growing irritated of his questions. Every single one he asked seemed to be trying to pin something on my dad, and Brian had always been way more than I deserved.

"Not until you threw a baseball at me. That was the first time."

The satisfying flash of agony crossed Edward's face. Bella looked at him questioningly.

"Before the baseball game." He muttered. "I wanted to see if we could actually let him play with us. I wasn't going to let it hit him." She frowned, but nodded.

"Dad hasn't hurt anybody." Renesmee said, frowning at me. "He wasn't trying to hurt you."

I glared at her. I was missing Rachel more and more by the second.

"Brian never did nothing to hurt me and you should stop thinking he did." I told them all. I turned out the window.

"We weren't trying to suggest that, Dez." Edward told me. I ignored him. Silence filled the car.

I took a glance at him. Frustration was prominent in his eyes. My eyes wandered to the speedometer, and then back out the window.

"Is that as far as you can push this car?" The frustration dispersed from Edward's eyes. Amusement took over.

"Would you prefer I went faster?"

"I've seen cars go faster. 100 miles an hour is not incredibly impressive to me." Edward smiled and pushed the pedal farther. I glanced at him in the mirror, and forced the only smile I could manage. Then I turned toward the window again.