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Chapter 14

Breakfast was ruined, it was completely dried out. I took it from the oven and threw it all in the bin.

"At least the apartment didn't burn down," Edward laughed at me.

"Not helping Edward!" I said as I playfully slapped his chest. He grabbed my wrists and pulled me to him for a kiss.

"We need to eat food not fool around," I told him as I wrapped my arms around him.

"How about you go take a shower and I'll find us something to eat?" he playfully pushed me off towards the bathroom swatting my ass as I went.

I looked at him over my shoulder. "I didn't realize you were into spanking, Edward," I seductively cooed.

"I'm into a lot of things that you're not yet aware of, Bella," a big grin spread across his beautiful face.

I think that I might just have let out a small whimper. It was a good thing that I was on my way to get cleaned up because I think if I didn't need to before, I certainly did now.

Twenty minutes later, I was all cleaned up and dressed, this time in sweats and a big baggy jumper. I wasn't about to give Edward any extra curricular activity ideas, no matter how much I would have enjoyed them.

"Breakfast is served, Madam," he said in a ridiculously bad British accent.

"Why, thank you, kind Sir," I replied as he pulled out my chair for me.

I couldn't help but smile at the sight before me, a bowl of frosted flakes and a glass of orange juice each.

"I don't cook," Edward nonchalantly told me with a shrug of his shoulders.

"It's perfect," I gave his hand a small squeeze before picking up my spoon to take my first bite. My stomach growled as I swallowed my first mouthful. It's odd how sometimes you don't realize just how hungry you are until you start eating.

We ate our breakfast in a comfortable silence.

"So, Vegas, do you want to talk about it?" Edward asked as he picked up another spoonful of cereal.

I knew the conversation was inevitable, but I couldn't tell Edward about Josh, not yet anyway. All of this... Whatever this is! was new to both of us. I needed time, and unbeknown to Edward, so did he. If he just got to know Josh first, I'm positive that telling him later would be the best thing.

"Um, what do you want to talk about?" I asked nervously.

"Well," he said swallowing his frosted flakes, "What exactly do you remember?"

I took a deep breath and cast my mind back.

"I remember hearing you all celebrating and us joining you," I looked at Edward who gave me a nod of encouragement to carry on. "Rose thinks that we hit up a club at some point because she can remember us dancing on the tables," I let out a nervous chuckle.

"Go on!" he encouraged me.

"Um, I remember us being in the elevator going back to your room," I chewed my bottom lip in embarrassment.

"And?"

"And I remember you being really gentle with me," I told him as my coloring went from tomato red to beet red.

"But you can't remember anything about me?" he asked.

I shook my head. "Only your eyes," I told him truthfully. "A few hours later I woke up still drunk lying beside you, and you were still sleeping. I was scared that the girls would be worried about me, so I got dressed and left."

Edward was quiet for a while before he spoke. "I remember the dancing, after that it was pretty much a blur. I was really wasted that night. It's funny because your eyes are the only thing that I remembered about you as well."

"Can Emmett and Jasper remember anything?" I asked.

"I've never really asked them. Guys don't talk about that kind of thing, you know?"

I nodded in understanding.

I still chewed on my bottom lip as Edward reached across and released it from my teeth with his finger. "If you chew on that any more, it's going to bleed," he told me with a furrowed brow.

"Err, Edward, can I ask you something?"

"That depends on what it is," he smiled as he picked up his orange juice and took a drink.

"That night in Vegas, you were really gentle with me... I can remember that much at least, and yet right now it was..."

"Intense, passionate, lustful, amazing, the best sex of your life?" he teased.

I laughed and nodded as my bottom lip worked its way back between my teeth.

"Wow, I wasn't expecting you to agree," he laughed as he swatted imaginary confetti from his shoulders.

"Big head," I told him as I rolled my eyes.

"Baby, you KNOW I have a big head," he retorted with a chuckle.

I didn't think it was possible to blush anymore than I already was, but my body was quick to prove me wrong.

"In all seriousness, Bella, I was so drunk in Vegas that I'm surprised that I even managed to rise to the occasion, let alone see it through... not that I've ever had that problem before," he added as an after thought. "This morning was, well, it was built-up want, need, passion and a lot of other things that I can't explain."

"Um, you like to take control!" I asked him more of a statement than a question.

"With women, no; with sex, yes, most of the time anyway but not always. Is that a problem?"

"No," I told him in all honesty. "I liked it."

"That's good to know," he said with a smirk.

We polished off our breakfast and loaded the bowls and glasses into the dishwasher, this time switching it on. I put Edward's makeshift bed sheets for wash and flopped down onto the sofa.

"So, what now?" I asked as he sat down beside me.

"How about we get to know each other a little better?" he picked up one of Josh's toys that had made its way underneath the coffee table.

I gulped in the knowledge that he was holding something belonging to the son that he didn't even know he had. I hated not telling him, he had a right to know but holding back was the right thing to do. It needed careful handling and right now was not the time or place.

"Ok," I said nervously, "what do you want to know?"

"Let's start with something simple," he said. "Do you have any hobbies?"

"Um, not really, although I do a lot of cooking and I like to read," I told him pointing to the bookcase. "I don't really have the time to have hobbies, what with working full time and looking after Josh. How about you?"

"I like to read as well, the classics mostly, but I also like some modern fiction. I'm a big music fan too. I've been playing the piano and guitar since I was very young. It's very therapeutic."

"Do you still play?" I asked out of curiosity.

"Yeah, it relaxes me. I have a piano in my apartment, but I don't get to play as often as I like because I'm usually caught up with work."

I nod my head in understanding, Edward does work long hours and his job is incredibly stressful.

"Alice says that Jasper plays the guitar too, is it something that runs in the family?" I ask as visions of Edward teaching Josh how to play a few chords enter my head, and I mentally try to block them. I didn't want to even think that far ahead.

"I suppose so," he tells me. "Mom got me into playing the piano when I was about six years old. Jasper showed no interest, and Emmett was more interested in banging on saucepans pretending they were a drum kit," he said as he laughed at the memory. "Jasper learned the guitar in school when he was about eleven years old. He was a natural and took to it like water off a duck's back. He was the one who taught me how to play; he's incredibly talented."

"Maybe you could play for me sometime?" I asked.

"Maybe, I don't really play for other people... but for you I might just make an exception," he says smiling as he picks up my hand and starts to run patterns on my palm with his fingers. I can't help the grin that spreads across my face at the thought of Edward playing for me. There's something quite romantic in the knowledge that he doesn't play for anyone else, yet I could be the one who changes that.

"Have you had many girlfriends?" I blurt out of nowhere. Damn, my mouth needs a filter, where the hell did that come from?

Edward shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he processed how to answer the question.

"I've never really been down that route," he tells me while watching his fingers play with my hand. "I've always treated women pretty badly. It's not something that I'm proud of, but it is what it is," he says with a shrug of his shoulders. "If you want me to be honest, Bella, I'll be honest, but it's not pretty."

"Go on," I tell him with a nod of encouragement.

Edward took a deep breath before he continued. "I've always been a fuck em and leave em type of guy. It's not easy trusting women when you have the Cullen name behind you, and there are so many women out there who only want to date your money."

"That's awful, Edward," I gasp.

"Yeah, but it's true. Another reason is that I liked it. I enjoyed picking up the most beautiful women, taking them to dinner and fucking them afterwards. It became a game after a while; it was all that I knew. Pick them up, fuck them and drop them. None of them meant a damn thing. It wasn't all bad, I suppose that I used them for sex the same way that they were trying to use me for my bank account."

"But Lauren was your girlfriend, wasn't she?" I asked confused.

Edward shook his head. "Not really, but I guess it looked that way in her eyes and everyone else's, she was. But in mine she was just there to fill the gap. I wanted to change, I wanted a relationship and it's sad to say that I used Lauren just the same way that I used all the others. I just kept her around a bit longer."

"Wow," was the only response that came out of my mouth.

Edward turned in his seat so that he was facing me.

"I don't see you that way, Bella, I don't want to treat you like that," he said as he placed his finger underneath my chin and lifted my face so that I was looking at him.

"I like you, at first I couldn't understand what was happening. I was drawn to you, but I thought that you were in a relationship so I pushed you away. I wouldn't allow myself to become close to you, but it just wouldn't go away. I needed to be around you and when you introduced Jake as just a friend, I knew then and there that I had to take the chance. I can't make you any promises, Bella. I still think that we should take this slowly, one day at a time, and I'm bound to fuck up sooner or later, but I really would like to give us a chance and see where it goes!"

"I'd really like that too, Edward," I said as I brought up my hand and stroked his face over his five o'clock shadow. It was rough beneath my fingertips, but I didn't care as I leaned in and gave him a gentle kiss on his lips. "One day at a time," I agreed smiling.

The question I really wanted to ask just kept going round and around inside my mind, I just couldn't think of how to put it to him. So in typical Bella fashion I just blurted it out.

"What about Josh?"

"What about him?" Edward asked in confusion, with his brow creased.

"Does it not bother you that I have a son?"

He rubbed his hands over his face for several moments as he thought about his answer. I could feel bullets of sweat breaking out on the back of my neck. This answer could be pivotal to not only our budding new relationship, but also to Edward and Josh's future relationship as father and son.

"I'll admit that I wasn't overjoyed when I first found out that you had a child," he started. "I've never really had anything to do with children. I've never had a need to, but having seen him that time in my father's office, I think he's a cool kid."

"A cool kid! Edward, he's a baby," I said trying to hide my amusement.

"You know what I mean, Bella!" he rolled his eyes.

"I'm probably not going to be the best role model for him to have around, but I'm willing to give it a try. Just don't expect me to change his diaper," he said laughing.

Tears stung my eyes and I quickly batted them away as a mixture of joy and heartache overcame me. Those words alone gave me hope that when I eventually did break the news to Edward, he would take it positively.

"Thank you," I choked out as I leant my head against his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me tightly while kissing the top of my head.

"I should be going, Bella," he whispered, "I really need a shower and a change of clothes."

I playfully took a deep sniff, "Yeah, you do," I agreed as he laughed. "Come on, I'll see you out. Angela will be bringing Josh back soon, so I should really cook up a batch of food while I have the time."

"Cook up a batch of food?" he asked quizzically.

"Yeah, I do it every Sunday. I try to cook up enough food for most of the week, and then I take some and blitz it up for Josh and freeze it. It's a good system. Josh gets to eat home cooked food without any additives, and it means that I don't always have to cook when I get in from work," I explained.

He seemed impressed by my organization skills as he pursed his lips and nodded his head.

"Maybe you could cook for me one night?" he asked as I walked into the kitchen and started to pull out various pots and pans. "The only home cooked meals I ever have are when I go to my parents. Other than that, it's just take out or restaurants."

"Edward, that's a heart attack waiting to happen!" I scolded him. "So you really don't cook at all?"

"I can make a sandwich, burn toast, and put a cold salad together," he told me proudly.

"Seriously, Edward, you're proud of that?" I asked shaking my head in disbelief. "You're coming round here on Tuesday. Not only am I going to feed you, but I'm going to give you a cooking lesson as well."

He looked at me in disbelief. "You're a demanding little thing, aren't you?"

"Yup, get used to it," I told him with my hands planted firmly on my hips.

He shook his head. "Damn woman," I heard him mutter as he slipped on his shoes and made his way to the door.

I unlocked and opened it for him before standing on my tip toes and planting a kiss on his lips. His hands snuck around my waist as he deepened the kiss briefly before pulling away and placing his forehead to mine, "Thank you for a wonderful morning, Bella."

"I've enjoyed it too," I told him in all honesty.

"I'll see you at work tomorrow," he gave my lips another quick peck before walking away giving me a little wave as he went.

"Yeah, see you tomorrow," I replied closing the door behind him while smiling.

A/N Oh Bella, Just tell him!

I'm with you guys, I think Bella should tell him straight away. However, this is fanfiction and where would we be without a bit of built up drama?

A few people have questioned why Edward being an intelligent CEO hasn't yet worked out that Josh is his son. Edward is incredibly self absorbed, all of his adult life so far has revolved around work and hitting on women, as far as he's concerned in his own oblivious mind, Josh is just Bella's son, he has no reason work the dates out or give Josh's father a second thought. He has a lot of growing up still to do.

As for Bella, her normal level headedness has gone out of the window. She's in shock at realizing that Edward is Josh's father, and in her own screwed up mind she thinks that by letting Edward and Josh bond first it will make it easier when the times right.

BAD BELLA!

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