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VOTE FOR PEDRO-

Last on silence—

With Bella asleep, I didn't really have that many distractions to work with, and it all came back to me too soon.

I didn't know whether or not I wanted to call back. Did my birth parents want to come in contact with me? Rationally, I knew I couldn't make the decision on my own.

Alice would help though. I dialed her number.

"Hello?" she asked.

I sighed. "Al… I got a call a little while ago from Masen Corp," I said.

Silence.

"I know," she said.

My eyes widened. "How did you know?" I asked.

She sighed. "Because… Margaret Hills or whatever called here first… I was going to tell you but I gave her your number and I didn't know whether or not you wanted to talk to her and I was just so confused and I'm so-"

"Don't worry, Al, I don't mind. Wait, then is that what you were talking to Bella about?"

She sighed again. "Yeah."

"Why would you tell her first?" I said.

She groaned. "I told you, I was confused and I needed someone to talk to."

I nodded. "Whatever, what I was calling you about was whether or not you think I should call them back."

More silence.

"Edward… I don't know… this is really a decision you have to make for yourself… I want to help, but I don't want to guide you away from your gut."

My gut was telling me to call them.

"So what you're saying is that I should follow my gut?" I asked.

She hummed in approval. "Yes."

I said okay and goodbye and then hung up.

I went onto my call log.

I went to last missed call.

I pressed call back.

Currently on silence-

I drew in a ragged breath on the third ring. Who would pick up? Who called in the first place?

"Hello? Margaret Hills for Masen Corp," said the same voice as on the voice mail.

She spoke again when I failed to answer. "Hello?" the voice said again.

"Oh, uh… th-this is Edward Cullen. You, uh, sent me a voice mail saying someone wanted to speak with me?" I asked.

Maybe this was a mistake.

"Edward Cullen… Edward Cullen…" she said, and I heard her shuffling through papers.

"Ah. Edward Cullen." Her voice sounded amused. "Yes, there was someone here who called for you, I believe she's here, if you'd like me to send for her."

I took in a breath. "Sure. Thanks."

She said okay and put me on hold.

For a couple of moments, I stood there like a zombie. Was I ready to speak to my mother- she had said the person was a she- at the fresh age of 18?

I pinched the bridge of my nose, and after another moment, I considered whether or not I should have called at all.

I heard Margaret's voice again. "Here she is, Mr. Cullen."

"Thanks…" I said.

I heard the phone being handed over. I took a deep breath.

"Hi!" an unexpectedly flamboyant and childlike voice shouted from the other end.

I blinked. "Hello. This is Edward Cullen, may I ask who this is?"

I heard a girlish giggle. "My name is Renesmee Carlie Masen."

"Alright…" I said, this girl had to be little, I played along, "And why, Renesmee Carlie Masen, did you call me?" I asked her in a voice purely reserved for children.

She made a little huff. "You have some 'xplaining to do, mister."

"Like what?" I asked.

She sneezed. "Like, why is your last name Cullen if you're my brother? Shouldn't your last name be Masen? Or why you have my hair and my eyes?" she asked in a tiny voice.

B.P.O.V.

"Ow… fucking hypersexual…"

I curled up in a ball, feeling fresh pain spread through me.

Well, you're the one who wanted it…

I glared at the wall. This hurt like hell. At the time, sure, it was a bit numb, but I honestly couldn't move. I groaned against my pillow.

I glanced at the clock and saw it had only been about an hour. I decided to roll over and call Edward for some more pills.

I lazily grabbed my phone and hit number one on speed dial.

Ring, ring, ring, ring.

No answer. I frowned.

Either that or the line was busy. I groaned. Great, now I'd have to go and get my own freaking pain pills.

Pulling myself up with my hands on the bedside table, I stood tentatively and, after waiting a moment, I commenced walking towards the door.

I walked downstairs slowly and aimed for the medicine cabinet.

I blinked when I saw Edward. He was on the phone.

His face was coated in shock, his whole body frozen with his mouth agape.

He stared blankly ahead while a high pitched voice talked on in the background.

Popping the pills and sitting down, I looked at him. He was so absorbed in what the other person was saying I don't even think he realized that I was there.

My eyes widened. This had to be Edward's parents. The ones that had a secretary call Alice.

But why did Edward's mother sound so… ecstatic and high pitched?

Finally, he shook his head and spoke again.

"Okay, slow down, Renesmee, and what did they say that scared you after you found the folder that had my picture?"

My nose scrunched up, who was Renesmee?

He nodded, writing something down. "And what did they tell you when you showed them the folder?"

He sounded like he was talking to a child. That was weird.

"You do?" he sounded shocked, he blinked.

E.P.O.V.

"Okay, wait- Renesmee, how old are you?"

"I turn eleven in a year!" she said proudly.

"Alright… I have to-"

She cut me off. "So am I allowed to call you my brother now?" she asked excitedly.

I smiled, feeling a tug at my heart. "Sure," I said softly. "But let's not tell your parents straight away that you called me, okay? I don't think they'll be too happy."

She sighed dramatically. "But can I still call you?" she asked hopefully.

"Anytime." I smiled.

I spotted Bella sitting on the chair beside me.

"Okay!" she said, happy again.

"But I have to go right now because my girlfriend requires my attention," I said.

"Oh, so does that mean you're getting married? Could I be the flower girl? My friend was a flower girl once and I was so jealous! Okay, I love you! Bye bye, Eddie!"

I was about to repeat the sentiments when she hung up.

I looked at Bella, who inquired, "Who was that?"

My eyebrows went up and I bloow out some air. "My ten year old little sister."

"You have a little sister? Edward… you mean by your birth parents?" she asked, thoroughly shocked.

I nodded. "Yes. She… she called me and said that she found a folder with my information in it, my birth certificate, and when she went to ask her parents- my birth parents- about it, she overheard them talking about me. She said it scared her, that they were saying things like, 'our old son', and she was confused. She found my number on the folder and called me. She's a smart kid…"

Bella blinked. "But why did she know who they were talking about?"

I shrugged. "She's a smart kid," I repeated.

Bella shivered. "Wow… are you going to try and see her?" she asked interestedly.

I sighed. "Of course not. Bella, they disowned me, they'd be horrified if they found that I made contact with their other child," I said sadly.

Bella wrapped her arms around me. "It'll be okay. Edward, I'm here and I love you, and it'll be okay. Just like you told me." I smiled at her repeated words.

I didn't know how unsettling it was to hear someone say it back to you, though.

BASBASBASBAS

I picked up my phone and dialed.

After a couple of seconds, he answered. "Hello?"

"Hi, Carlisle, I was just wondering… if you knew any private investigators?" I asked.

"Hm… yes, I do know a few. May I ask why you want them?" he asked.

I scrunched my nose. "Carlisle… I don't know… just trust me… I'll tell you when it all happens- but not right now, okay?" I didn't want him to worry just yet…

He sighed. "Okay, son, I trust you. The best in the business is Victoria Stone."

I nodded, but then realized that he couldn't exactly see me. "What's her number?"

He told me and I wrote it down.

"Thanks, dad," I said.

He said alright and then hung up.

BASBASBASBAS

"Hello? Molly Carmichael," said the expected voice.

"This is Edward Cullen, I need a Private Investigator," I said into the phone.

The suspicious voice on the other line changed. "This is Molly Carmichael, personal assistant to Victoria Stone, Private Investigator."

"Okay… may I speak with Ms. Stone, please?" I asked.

I heard the line being passed with a click of a button.

"Ah, Mr. Cullen, I've been expecting your call," said Victoria. "Carlisle told me to give you what you need, so what may I do for you?"

I smiled. "Well, I want you to act as a babysitter for the daughter of Edward Masen at Masen Corp." I said.

I heard a pen click. "And what do you want me to find out?"

"What her parents want with me." I paused. "Also, could you check out Betty Swan at Forks Washington? I want to know if she's any danger to my friend, Bella Swan."

I heard her make a noise of approval. "Sounds good. Is that all?" she asked again.

"Well, no, make sure that Renesmee Carlie Masen, Edward Masen's daughter, isn't in any danger either," I said.

"Thank you Mr. Cullen, I'll be getting back to you as soon as possible with what you want. I'll come by to see you at La Bella Italia tonight at 8 o clock to discuss with you further."

"Alright- is it alright if I bring someone? This relates to her as well."

She clicked her tongue. "Of course. Goodbye, Mr. Cullen."

"Goodbye, Ms. Stone," I returned and shut the phone.

I heard Bella walk in. "So, was Carlisle right? Did she seem like the right person?"

I shrugged. "I guess, she seems professional and nice enough."

Bella nodded. "Don't you think we should have told Carlisle what was actually going on, though? Honestly, I know he trusts you and that's why he gave you her number, but shouldn't he know?"

I frowned. "Not tonight, Bella. She's going to do her job, and in a couple of hours we're going to La Bella Italia to meet with her to talk about it more."

"Okay." She sighed.

I wrapped my arms around her, burying my face in her hair. "And how are you feeling, love?"

She sighed. "Well, I feel thoroughly tired and post orgasmic."

I chuckled. "I'm really sorry about that, by the way… honestly- I had no clue how long it had been, I just knew I wanted to keep going and going and- hey, why didn't you stop me?"

She blushed. "Yeah, I'll just stop you after this was what I wanted for as long as I've known you-"

I rose an eyebrow. "Since you've known me?" I questioned.

She blushed and looked down. "I didn't mean to say that…" she said, seemingly embarrassed. I smirked.

"Don't be embarrassed." I leaned down to her ear. "I find it an extreme turn on that you liked me for four years."

She groaned. "Don't say things like that. I'm still sore."

I frowned, she was right, I wasn't being fair. How was I still wanting sex after six hours of her? But I'd never have enough of Bella.

BASBASBASBAS

"You ready?" I asked her.

She nodded. "Sure."

I opened her door for her and led her into the restaurant. She looked amazing.

She was wearing a blue blouse with black slacks with a bit of makeup. She was having some trouble walking because of all of the fucking I had done to her. I felt bad about that… honestly- she was a virgin and I was only thinking about my own pleasure. That was eating at me.

I shook it off as I told the hostess to get us a booth.

Only a couple moments after we took our seats, we saw a woman with curly, dark red hair in a black trench coat walk up to us and she sat opposite of us and nodded curtly.

She shrugged out of her trench to reveal a red dress and held out her hand.

"Mr. Cullen, Ms. Swan," she said in introduction.

How did she know Bella's name?

Oh duh, she was a PI.

"Ms. Stone."

She took out a folder filled with papers and laid out several pictures.

"So, this is Renesmee Masen." She pointed to an admittedly cute little girl with curly bronze-looking hair, almost like my own, and big green eyes.

She looked like me. I had a smile on my face. I had a little sister.

I nodded and Bella smiled.

She pointed to a stately couple smiling in a professionally taken picture.

"And these are the Masens, right," she asked, knowing the answer already.

We nodded, even though we'd never seen them, they looked too much like me.

She pointed to Bella's grandmother and Bella looked at me oddly. "What- why is there a picture of my grandma?"

Victoria smiled. "Your friend wanted me to check her out. No harm will be done."

She nodded but still looked unsure.

"I just wanted to clear that out and tell you my game plan," she said.

We nodded and told the waiting waiter that we were fine with water.

"I'm going to go in and apply for an open job as a nanny for Renesmee Masen. It won't be a huge deal, I'll look through some desk drawers, have some conversations. I'll find out what they want with you. And with Ms. Swan's grandmother, I'll check her out too."

We nodded. "Alright, and now that we have the mandatory information out of the way, I'd like to discuss protection. I've seen you guys in the papers, would you like guards?"

We shook our heads. "What about cost?" I asked.

She shook her head, smiling. "Carlisle has it covered."

We nodded. "Renesmee knows who I am. We'd appreciate if you would make her as comfortable as possible with all of this."

She nodded. "Don't worry, Mr. Cullen, I'll actually play the role of the nanny, I'm a mother of four, I know how to take care of kids."

I smiled, and Bella looked wistful, sighing.

Victoria looked at her with a knowing look and nodded to me.

I ordered lasagna, Bella ordered mushroom ravioli, and Victoria ordered gnocchi.

"Do you guys have a specific time line you'd like me to follow?"

"Hm…" I said. "no, well, obviously not too long. We don't want you to rush, but we don't want to wait forever either, just whenever you've done all that you can."

She nodded. "Alright, I'll keep in contact with you guys." We nodded.

Our food came.

BASBASBASBAS

"Well that worked." Bella smiled.

"Yeah, I honestly never thought… I mean… she looks so much like me… so do my parents." I sighed.

Bella kissed my lips gently. "Yes, and your parents were stupid to get rid of someone as amazing as you are."

I sighed, kissing her back. "Distract me- this is too much." I groaned.

Bella's face twisted. "Tempting, but you know what happened the last time you said that."

I grinned at her. "You know, there isn't only one kind of sex."

She shivered, eyes wide. "Edward," she said in a warning.

I winked at her, leaning down to capture her lips in mine.

"Don't worry, baby, I'm not going to hurt you," I said.

She shivered. "No… you have to stop. We have school tomorrow and I'm too sore… but tomorrow, okay?"

I pouted, but otherwise backed off. She was serious, she wanted me to stop. I sighed, leaning back down for one chaste kiss before moving back into a sitting position.

She looked at me apologetically. "Sorry…" she said.

I shook my head at her. "Don't be- ever. You always, always can say no, Bella. I'm not upset, I'm actually tired too."

She smiled as I said this and moved to sit and lay her head on my lap.

Pretending like I was concerned for her comfort, I scooted a pillow underneath her head.

"What do you think Victoria is going to find? Do you think that she'll find the reason why-" Bella cut herself off.

"It's okay- have two great sets of parents here, it doesn't bug me too much to talk about them. I honestly don't have a clue… I mean, I know I was told they disowned me because they didn't want me to get their money… but if they have a child now, then that doesn't make any sense."

Bella sighed, breaking the eerily calm silence. "You're right, the whole thing just… doesn't sit well will me."

Our heads both whipped to Bella's phone at the sound of her ringtone. She moved to go and get it and then answer it.

"Hello?" she asked.

Someone spoke on the other end.

"Oh, hi, grandma." She smiled and yawned.

She looked confused, and then looked at me oddly, "He's fine… no he isn't hurt."

Why was she telling her grandmother about me? Shouldn't her grandma be inquiring more about her?

More talking on the other end. "Uh," Bella said in reply. "he's actually very fine, don't worry."

Bella looked sad at her grandmother's obvious intent at calling for me. I was too.

I heard a short reply on the other end and the line went dead.

No cliffy today, kids. No sex either. Don't yell at me! Haha.

MWC- What are you talking about? No cliffy- psh. That whole "grandma conversation" was a cliffy! Oh well, I'll deal... but I'm just a bit sad about no sex... and poor Bella- but she should have expected to be sore after Edward had his way with her... yummy! XD

Chapter question- WHY DO YOU THINK THE MASEN'S DISOWNED EDWARD?

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