Ugh. Short chapter. Oh well...it's decent, in my opinion.

Rosalie's POV

"Emmett, she's a big girl. Edward's a good guy. Just get over it!" I said sharply as I pulled my shirt over my head, changing for bed. Emmett was pacing the room, and it was driving me crazy.

"But, Rosie..." I smiled to myself. He was using the old childhood nickname for me, the one that I only let him use. However, that wasn't going to soften him up.

"Emmett, trust me. You know I love Bella too, like she's my sister. You know that. You really think that I'd let something happen to her again?" I pulled on a spaghetti-strap, red tank top on and sat down on the bed. He stopped pacing in front of me.

"Rosie, what if something does happen, and there's nothing we can do about it, just like last time?" He asked, his anger fading out of his voice, being replaced with worry and fear. I sighed, knowing how he was feeling. Standing up again, and crossed the short distance between the two of us with a few short steps and wrapped my arms around him, putting my head down on his hard, but surprisingly soft chest. He wrapped his arms around me as well.

"Em, I think this is one of those times when we just have to trust our instincts, and hope that everything's going to turn out okay. Edward hasn't given us any reason to distrust him...and...I kinda had my manager run a background check on him." I admitted. Emmett was quiet for a minute, then laughed his booming laugh.

"And? What turned up?" he asked, sounding both proud and interested.

"Nothing. He's clean." I said with a small shrug.

"You're not lying to me, are you?" he asked in a suspicious tone. I laughed.

"No, Em, I'm being completely honest. Darla couldn't find anything wrong with him!" I said. Really, I was being honest. He stared down at me for a minute.

"Fine. I'll believe you. Now, come on, let's get to bed." He finally said with a soft sigh. I found it funny how much of a teddy bear he was. I smiled and crawled under the covers and stuffed my earplugs in. He may be a teddy bear, but he was a terrible snorer.

Edward's POV

"Bella?" I asked sleepily. It was past midnight, and her side of the bed was empty. I sat up and swung my legs out of bed, my feet hitting the floor with a soft thud. I walked quietly out of the bedroom. There wasn't any light coming from under the door of the bathroom, so she wasn't there. I passed Adele's room, and stopped to listen at the door. The only thing I heard was quiet breathing, and I smiled. Following my gut, I walked out onto the porch and down the path to the beach. You could see quite a few stars over the ocean, and the moon was bright. Bella was sitting on the sand, her knees up to her chest and her arms around them. I quietly walked up behind her.

"You shouldn't be out here alone this late."

Bella's POV

I didn't turn around when Edward spoke. There was no mistaking that voice. It was so unique, it couldn't be anyone else. I patted the spot next to me, and he sat down

"What are you doing out here?" he asked in a quiet voice, looking up at the stars.

"Thinking." I answered, watching the waves crash on the beach in front of us.

"About what?" I lay back, looking up at the midnight sky. You could see much, much more stars out here. We were in a small-ish town, and obviously, the ocean helped too. And, of course, you hardly ever see any stars in New York City.

"About moving in with you...Adele joining us…"

"And what do you think about that stuff?" he asked, lying down next to me in the sand. He was probably freezing, what with the cool breeze coming off the ocean and not having a shirt on. But, it either didn't bother him, or he suffered in silence. Me, I had a pair of sweat pants, (not my favorites...another one of the things that Alice had bought me. It was from Victoria's Secret, they had "Pink" in big letters across my *cough* behind. Not my favorite style.) and the dark green hoodie that Emmett had given me back when I was pregnant.

"I'm not all that sure. I mean, I want to move in with you. I've already decided that, and I'm happy about it. A little nervous, but happy." I reached over and started playing with his hair. It was one of my favorite things to do, just play with his hair. It calmed me down, and helped me fall asleep. I couldn't explain why to save my life, though. He let out a contented sigh. He'd told me, blushing, that he liked it when I played with his hair.

"Why are you nervous?" He sounded slightly worried. I was too, trying to explain it to him. It seemed like that whenever we talked about serious subjects, like this, I ended up saying something that hurt him.

"For one, I'm nervous out being able to pay half the rent every month. I'm not sure how even you do it, you, the amazing, perfect man." I joked. He laughed a little.

"Believe me, Bells, I'm nowhere near perfect. And...a rather rich uncle of mine passed away a couple years ago. He left me everything...more than a small fortune. Plus, I might've gotten a few of my compositions published..." I gaped at him, my fingers catching in a knot in his hair.

"Ow." He said, leaning his head into my hand so that I wasn't pulling his hair any more. I gasped and untangled my fingers.

"Sorry!! But, hey, it's not every day...night I find out that my boyfriend is filthy rich!" I said in an accusing tone.

"Is that a bad thing? Most women like men with money." He teased. I rolled my eyes and he went on.

"Anyways, I'm not going to let you pay anything. I have plenty of money, unless I start buying mansions and Italian sports car right and left, I'll have more then enough money to last us our whole lives." I'd seen this coming, as soon as he told me how much money he really had. But, it still annoyed me.

"I'm not just going to mooch of you."

"What if I don't care?" he shot back, propping himself up on his elbow. I sighed. It looked like, like always, Edward was going to win.

"How much can I get away with?" I asked, digging my toes into the sand and crossing my arms behind my head. The only sound was the waves as he thought.

"How about you buy the food?" he suggested. I frowned. It looks like I couldn't get away with much at all.

"Edward." I said sternly, turning my head to give him a glare. His eyes twinkled back at me. He was obviously amused.

"Bella." He said, in the same tone that I'd used.

"Ugh!" I yelled, kicking his foot. He just laughed.

"You know, that one kind of tickled a bit..." he teased. I did the most mature thing that I could think of-I reached out and yanked on a handful of his hair. He yelped in pain before he could stop himself. I smiled triumphantly.

"No, Bella. That's it. Why should I make you waste your money when I have plenty? So, what do you think about Adele coming to live with us?" he asked, changing the subject. I let it go. I could see that I wasn't getting anywhere. I wasn't all that sure about it yet, having Adele with us. For one thing...as selfish as the reason may be, seeing as it was more about Edward and I than my daughter, I was still thinking about it. You see...moving in with him, and bringing Adele...making us a family...it suggested that we were planning on being together, a long time.

I wasn't completely sure if the idea made me extremely happy or if it terrified me.

"I want Adele to be with me. I really do. But...at the same time, I'm scared. I can't help but wonder if I can be a good mother, I mean, I've always had people around to help me, and give me advice, and I've already showed that I'm not all that great of one, I mean, I left her here, while I went to New York, to start my life...without her. How terrible is that?"

"It's forgivable. You're making up for it now, right? And, it's not like I'm never going to help you out. I'm her dad, of course I'm going to help out with her. And, you see, we already have a good 'daycare' system going. In the mornings, we'll both have, and, when you have to go into work, I'll keep her at the apartment with me while I do my lessons. And...something tells me that Esme will want to help out, too." I thought it over. He had a point. There would be plenty of people around to help. Emmett had a night job, one that suited him...bouncer. Rose was a model. She had a loose schedule. And Esme...wait. Esme?

"You told Esme?!" I all but yelled at him, sitting up.

"Um...yes?" he said, making it sound like a question, looking sheepish. I stood up, angry, and started walking down the beach (well, more like hobbling with my stupid foot all wrapped up) my arms crossed across my chest.

"Aw, Bella." Edward said from behind me. I kept walking as I heard him scramble to get up off the sand and ran after me.

"Bella...Bella, I'm sorry." He said, walking next to me.

I stopped.

Here we were, again. Fighting. Over something stupid. I thought of Renee and Charlie, and how their ending fight had started over something incredibly tiny and stupid, and ended in them splitting up.

How many more of these stupid little spats could Edward and I go through until something real, something important, snapped?

"I love you." I said, hugging him tightly.

Edward's POV

Well, this was confusing. One second, she's angry and walking away from me. The next, she tells me she loves me and hugs me. I hugged her back, even though I wasn't sure what was going on. Maybe she was PMSing?

But...I didn't care, either. She wasn't mad at me anymore.

I looked down as I heard her yawn.

"Come on. We should both be in bed, we have to be at the airport at 8:00 tomorrow morning." I told her, smoothing her hair down.

"Gee, thanks for reminding me." she said sarcastically.

Yep. Definitely PMS. Joy.

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"Adele, Baby, wake up." I said, softly, shaking the little girl's shoulder. I hated to do this, as it was only 5:30 in the morning, but, most of us were leaving in just a few minutes. It was now, or never, if we wanted to say goodbye.

Last night, Bella and I had decided that as soon as Bella was settled in my apartment, we'd move Adele in...if it was okay with Renee and Phil.

Her eyes opened slowly.

"Daddy?" she asked, still half asleep. She held her little arms out to me and my heart broke. I hated leaving her here, but at least it wouldn't be for long.

"Yeah, Sweetheart." I said, picking her up and carrying her out into the living room. She blinked in the brighter light. Bella stepped forward and took her from me, holding her close and kissing the top of her head.

"Addie...Daddy and I, and Uncle Emmy and Aunt Rose have to go away again." She said, gently. Adele just looked at Bella with those big green eyes.

"Why?" she asked, sounding confused, and betrayed.

"Because, we have to go home, Sweetie. But, how would you like to come and live with me and Daddy, in a few weeks?" Bella said, all eyes on her.

Now, everyone knew about our decision.

Adele grinned and nodded vigorously.

"Bella, can I talk to you for moment, please?" Renee asked suddenly. That worried me. Her mood seemed to have changed a great deal from last night. Bella nodded, obviously as confused as I was, and handed Adele to Rose, then followed her mom out into the hallway.

Bella's POV

"Bella, Sweetie...are you sure about this?" Renee asked, as she shut the door to the living room. The question took me by surprise.

"About what?" I asked, dumbly. She sighed and leaned up against the wall.

"About taking Adele up to New York, to live with you. Are you sure it's a good idea?" she asked again. I just stared at her. The door opened and Edward came out. My mother opened her mouth, probably to shoo him away, but he cut her off.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Dwyer, but if this is about Adele, I think I should be here too. I'm her Dad." Mom looked at him, like she was about to push him out the door anyways, but, she didn't.

"Yeah, I'm sure, Mom." I said, feeling confused. Why was she suddenly questioning this.

"About what? What's going on?" Edward asked, not following our conversation at all.

"My Mother isn't sure that Adele living with us is a good idea." I said in a hard, cold voice. I didn't like where this was going. Not at all.

"What? Why not?" he asked Renee, sounding just as angry as me.

"Well...Bella, you're nineteen years old!! You don't have a good job, and you've never been around to be her mom. You really think it's a good idea to drag her hundreds of miles away from the home that she's had for a year, form her loving Grandparents to live with you and your boyfriend who you've not even known for five months? Well, I don't. I've thought about since last night, and I don't like it. I want her to stay here, with me, a suitable guardian." I gaped at my mother, panting from her outburst.

It hurt. Hurt like she'd thrown coals at me.

"Gee. Thanks, Renee. I love you too. Bye. I'll call you to tell you when it's time for Adele to move. And, if you do anything to keep her from me, I will report you." I said. I knew that she would hate to be called her first name by her daughter, but I refused to call her mom right now. She didn't deserve the title.

"Bye, Renee." I said, and turned on my heel, seething, and went back into the living room.

"Come on, you two, we're going to miss our flight." Rose scolded us. I rolled my eyes at her and took Adele again.

"I love you, baby girl. I'll see in a few weeks, okay?" My baby nodded sadly, then Edward said his goodbyes to her as well. I ignored Renee, but hugged Phil. He'd done nothing wrong, to my knowledge.

Then...we left. Just like that. I watched out the rear window as my mom's house got steadily smaller until Emmett rounded the corner.

OoOoOoOoOoOoO now we have some more drama going on...so. I'm taking a vote. Should Renee put up a fight about keeping Adele? No, there's no poll up for this one. So, just tell me in a review.

I'm sorry it took a little longer to update, but y'all will jsut have to deal with it. Explanation: Monday, first, my sister locked herself in the bathroom and I spent thirty minutes teaching myself how to pick a lock. Then, my dad's blood pressure sky rocketed due to stress, and he was feeling really crappy, so my mom had to take him to the ER. They left at around 5:00, got back around 11:00. I babysat, with minimal help from my brothers.

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