AN: S. Meyer owns The Twilight Saga.

Many, many thanks to my betas Roxiegirl and Kalycakes.

20. Batman

-Masen-

Mommy called.

Mommy called looking for me! She wants me!

Why was Nana yelling at mom? I don't like that, Nana shouldn't yell at my mommy.

Why didn't Nana let her talk to me? She misses me, I know she does because I miss her so much. It hurts my tummy every time I think about it.

I want my mommy.

# # #

-Edward-

"He's the reason you stopped writing?" I asked Bella.

We've been talking about our lives all evening and I couldn't be happier. Bella was throwing me a curve ball at every corner. She is not your everyday run of the mill woman, Bella is amazing.

She spoke of her childhood and most of all her parents. I would've loved the opportunity to meet Charlie and Renee, to thank them for raising such a wonderful girl. It seems Charlie and Renee had as big a heart as Bella. They were a family dedicated in giving back to their community and improving the lives of those less fortunate.

We were currently talking about our careers. I told her about the line of doctors in my family. It was the family business, so to speak. She asked if I was expected to pursue a career in medicine. Carlisle never pushed me, not once and that goes for the rest of my family. I told her it was something I just had to do, it runs in my blood. I, in turn, asked her about her books and why she stopped writing.

I knew, from Rosalie, what happened the night Bella gave Mike the news of her books and the publishing house that picked them up. However, I wanted to hear from her lips what exactly went on behind closed doors.

She shifted uncomfortably on the bed beside me, "Yes. He...I don't know, Mike always made snide comments about writing not being a real job. He thought there was no real future in it, no growth." Bella was pensive for a moment before frowning softly, "He didn't take too kindly to being proved wrong."

I kissed her temple and held her tighter against me, "What did he do?"

She draped her right arm over my waist and sighed, "I don't want to talk about it, not now."

"Bella," I said, "We're gonna have to talk about this. I want to know every thing, I want to know what he's capable of so I can better protect you and our baby."

Know your enemy. It's the very basic rule of defensive and offensive strategy.

"I know, but...just not now. Okay?" she implored with her big beautiful eyes.

I reluctantly nodded, "Okay, but we will talk," she nodded, "and sooner rather then later." I found it extremely difficult to deny her anything. This was sure to cause some inner conflict. I didn't want to mull over this longer than needed so I asked another question, "Will you write again?"

Bella pulled back slightly, her eyes flickering between my own, "You wouldn't mind?"

My eyebrows shot up in shock. Why on earth would I mind? "Of course not, Bella." I ran the tip of my fingers up and down her spine, "Why would I mind?"

She lightly shivered, "I don't know, Mike minded."

I frowned, disliking the comparison to that bastard, "Bella, I am not Mike Newton."

"I know," she nuzzled into my chest, I couldn't help but smile, "I'm sorry and yes, I think I will start writing again," she giggled, "maybe dabble a little in children's literature?"

If I didn't have a goofy smile sprawled across my face before, I did now, "That sounds like an excellent idea, Mrs. Cullen."

"Mmmm...I like the sound of that," she whispered, mostly to herself, but I heard it. And my heart threatened to jump out of my chest. I was absolutely thrilled she was accepting of my surname.

As a matter of fact, I loved it.

I buried my face in her silky tresses, "As do I, love."

She sighed contently and said, "I guess we should stop by my place before heading to your house, I need to grab some documents and Irina Snow's contact information."

"Irina Snow?" I mumbled in her hair.

Bella nodded, "She's my agent. Irina got me the deal with Meyer Books Ltd., the publishing house that took on my books. She'll be ecstatic when I tell her of my plans to write again."

I pulled back a bit, just enough to see her lovely face, "I would like to meet her, if that's okay with you." I want to meet all the important people in Bella's life, because they too will be important in my life as well.

She smiled up at me, "Really?" I nodded and she smiled brighter, "Oh, Edward, you're gonna love her."

I kissed her forehead, I was unable to go too long with touching her or kissing her, "We'll stop by before going home."

Because as far as I was concerned, my home is Bella's home.

We talked for a few more minutes before Bella drifted off to sleep. I pulled the blanket further up around her and turned to retrieve my Blackberry from the nightstand to check my emails.

From: Carlisle M. Cullen, M.D.

Subject: Leave of Absence

Date: Fri 4/30, 10:16 AM

To: Edward A. Cullen, M.D.

Son,

My LOA will commence in two weeks, I have pushed up my critical cases while Dr. Woods will take my least critical patients.

How is the mommy-to-be? Call me if you need anything.

P.S. Give Mase a big hug from his Papa, and a kiss to my daughter-in-law.

Carlisle M. Cullen, M.D.

Chief Cardiothoracic Surgery, Seattle General Hospital

-

He really didn't have to do that, I know it must have been a mess trying to move the schedules around.

From: Edward A. Cullen, M.D.

Subject: Re: Leave of Absence

Date: Sun 5/2, 11:22 PM

To: Carlisle M. Cullen, M.D.

Dad,

You really didn't have to do that, but I appreciate it nonetheless. We would be more than happy to have you here, I know Masen will love it.

Bella is doing substantially better, she will be discharged tomorrow afternoon and will be staying at my house.

Will give Masen the biggest hug I can conjure up (without hurting him of course) and I'll be more then happy to give Bella a kiss.

As always, thank you for everything.

Edward A. Cullen, M.D.

Chief Director of Emergency Department, San Francisco General Hospital

-

I was about to open the next email when my phone vibrated indicating I had an incoming call. Em's goofy face lit up the screen. I spoke as quietly as I could, I didn't want to wake Bella.

"Hello, Emmett."

" Whoa, hey, how did you know it was me?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes, he could ask the stupidest questions at times, "Caller I.D., Em. That and your goofy picture lit up my screen, we got to change that picture by the way."

"Ha! Oh yeah, caller I.D." he chuckled, "Anyways, uh..."

Not this game again, I was not in the mood to guess, "Spit it out Emmett, Bella is sleeping and I don't want to wake her."

He cleared his throat, "Right. Well, see, the funniest thing happened...uh, are you right next to Bella?"

I exhaled in exasperation, "Yes, Em, I'm right next to her."

"Oh, well, it would be a really good idea if you weren't."

I was starting to get irritated, "I'm not leaving Bella alone."

He sighed, "Alright bro, but don't say I didn't warn you." I rolled my eyes again, "Okay, so I called Rose earlier this evening and let her know that Bella was being discharged tomorrow. And Rose being… well Rose, she went out and bought some stuff to make Bella comfortable when she got back home."

I looked down at Bella, she looked so angelic when asleep. Truly an angel walking the earth. Did they really think I would let Bella go back to her house with Mike on the loose? "Em, Bella is going home with me."

"Holy shit Cullen!" he boomed, "Got the little lady to move in with you already?"

Bella stirred but settled down quickly. "Emmett," I hissed, "Keep your voice down."

"Sorry," he whispered, "It's a good thing you got her to stay with you because I'm not sure when or if she'll even want to go back to her house… like ever."

What the hell is he talking about? "Why, Emmett?"

I could hear Jasper in the background talking to someone, "Shit man, don't get all postal on me and shit. I'm just the messenger, okay? Remember that shit."

"I swear to God, Emmett, if you don't tell me what the hell is going on-"

Emmett cut me off, "Someone broke into Bella's house and fucked up her place." Then he rushed through the next sentence, "Rose and Alice were-arrested-for-breaking-and-entering-and-burglary. But we're straightening that shit out right now. No worries."

I bit my tongue and, as quietly as I could manage, jumped out of bed and ran out of the room before saying another word.

"Bro? Edward? Are you still there?" Emmett asked.

I quietly closed the door behind me and took a few steps before I yelled, "What the fuck happened?!"

Every single person who was out in the hallway turned and stared, I didn't care. Someone was going to pay dearly for doing this to my wife.

# # #

-Emmett-

I just got out of the shower and put on my Batman PJ bottoms.

Hey, Batman rocks no matter what your age is.

I jumped on my leather recliner, turned on the boob tube and switched it to Adult Swim.

You know, the network that shows cartoons for the mature audience.

I contemplated getting my ass off the soft leather and running to the kitchen to fetch myself a nice bowl of Count Chocula but Family Guy was on. There is no way in hell I'm missing Family Guy.

Just as my derriere was warming the leather the phone rang.

"Ah shit!" my cell was on the kitchen table.

Fuck.

Might as well get up and answer the phone. It might be Esme needing something...and while I'm at it, fix me up a bowl of the Count.

I jumped off the recliner, ran to the kitchen and answered the phone, "Yyyyellow?"

A funny computerized message said, "This is San Francisco Women's County Jail, you have a collect phone call from," Rosie's voice spoke, "It's Rose, Em!" then the computerized voice said, "if you wish to accept please say, accept call, or press 7. If you wish to decline, please hang up now."

Jesus, Rose is in Jail!

"Accept!" I yelled at Johnny Number 5.

The line made a clicking sound and Rose spoke, "Em?!"

I started pacing the damn kitchen, "Rose! Hey, what happened? Are you okay?"

"No! I'm not okay!" she growled, "Alice and I are being held on breaking an entry and burglary!"

Holy crap! Alice and Rose are cat burglars?

That's...well, that's kinda hot!

I can just imagine Rose in a black leather body suit, all Cat Woman like, crawling and bending and flexing and leaping and...

"EMMETT!" Rose broke me out of my erotic day dream, "Did you hear me?!"

I shook my head to clear the naughty, very naughty thoughts. I'll just save them for later, "Uh, what?"

She sighed, "I need you to come here and straighten this shit out! If any of this gets to my clients, I'll lose my business, Em. Who wants their kid cared for by a jail bird?"

Crap, she's right, "I'll pick up Jazz and be on our way."

"Thank you, babe."

I smiled, I loved it when she called me babe, "Hey, no need to thank me." I was about to end the call when something came to mind, "Babe?"

"Yeah, Em?" she asked.

"Don't drop the soap."

I heard her loud growl first followed by a string of profanities that would make a sailor blush. She was in the middle of telling me to fuck myself, again, when the call ended.

I guess it's too soon for a joke?

I ran upstairs and threw on a black T-shirt and Chucks. I ran back down stairs and bid adieu to Family Guy and locked up.

I jumped into the bat mobile and sped to Robin's aka Jasper's house.

Many of you asked who in the hell would poop and pee while breaking an entry. Well, this happened to me. Someone broke into my apartment (when I first moved out on my own) took all of my valuables and pooped and peed on my carpet, bed, kitchen and spread it all over the place. I know, some people are sick! The police officer told me this was common. Gross.

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