Bella tried to catch her breath, still bent across the tabletop. Her legs felt like jelly and a feeling of well being spread over her like a soft golden cloud. Edward still stood behind her, his own breath coming in ragged gasps, his hands holding her waist tightly as if now that he had grasped her that he was never going to let her go again. She felt his body against her back as he released her arms from their cotton constraints then bent forward, pushing her hair to one side and planting a tender kiss on the back of her neck.

BUZZ!

The buzzing of the internal intercom sounded. It was loud as the machine was close to her head and she jumped, her and Edward both breaking into soft laughter at the realisation that it was just the pedestrian everyday noise of the office. Edward reached out his hand and pressed the reply button.

"Yes?" he said, smoothly, his voice a little husky but otherwise not betraying what they had been doing only moments before.

"Edward?" It was reception. "Is Bella there?"

"Yes Sandy, I'm here too," said Bella.

"I've got a call from the Director of Renesmee's summer camp, do you want to take it?"

"Put it through to my line," Bella answered. Edward straightened up and the loss of sensation as he slipped out of her was palpable. She hurriedly pulled the panties back on, smoothed her skirt over her thighs and sat back down at the desk. As the phone rang she vainly tried to pull the now buttonless shirt over her chest. Giving up she picked up the receiver and put it to her ear.

"Bella Cullen."

"Mrs Cullen?" came a remote voice. "It's Director Beatty at the camp. Can you talk?"

"Of course."

"I'm afraid that there's been an incident."

"Oh no," she gasped, "is Renesmee alright?" Edward looked up, his whole attention suddenly fixed on the phone call.

"I'm sorry. I didn't meant to alarm you. Renesmee is absolutely fine." The voice paused. Bella flashed a quick thumbs up to indicate to Edward that their daughter was safe. "However, there has been a minor bullying incident."

"Bullying?"

"I'm not really sure how to tell you this Mrs Cullen, however some of the kids got hold of pictures of your husband in..." The voice took a deep breath then continued, "...in a compromising position. You know how kids are, they saw it on social media and started teasing Renesmee about it. She's been quite upset. There's only a little over a week of camp left. Some might say that it's character building however if I was you I would think seriously about picking Renesmee up and taking her home."

"I'll come and get her now," said Bella, softly, bidding the camp director goodbye and putting down the phone.

"Well?" asked Edward, now fully dressed again and clearly concerned, "what was all that about?"

"Renesmee's being bullied because of the pictures of you at that strip club in the press." She kept her emotions in check, telling him facts in a monotone voice. His face fell, she almost felt sorry for him as she saw the deep pain caused by the knowledge that it was his actions that had put Renesmee in that position. However the anger welling up from deep within her soon took over.

"How could you?"

"We've been over this..." started Edward.

"Shut up," she spat, the venom in her own voice surprising her, "it's one thing when your actions hurt me but quite another when your actions cause our daughter to get bullied. You know that you're a well known figure in this area, why on earth would you put yourself in that position?"

"I told you, it was Emmett's idea..."

"Emmett, Emmett, Emmett," she mimicked his voice, the very epitome of a schoolyard bully, "it's always him, isn't it?"

"Don't say that, Emmett's been a good friend for a long time," Edward's voice was plaintive.

"Shut up," said Bella, putting on her suit jacket and buttoning all four buttons, "Emmett's been a friend for a long time, that doesn't necessarily mean that he's a good friend." She looked down, trying to rearrange her blouse to appear as if it was buttoned under the suit jacket in a normal manner. "Everything Emmett touches turns to shit, I can't believe that you haven't learned that by now." Edward looked as if he was going to reply, his mouth opening and closing but no sound coming out. "I'm going to pick up our daughter now. While I'm gone I would like you to contact Flora and see if she can do some extra shifts to look after Renesmee before school starts in a couple of weeks." He nodded his understanding. He took the keys to the Jaguar out of his pocket and dangled them, clearly a peace offering. "It's fine," she said, as she walked past him and out the door, "weather's good. I'll take the Miata."

"Hey, Bella," it was Jacob, dressed in a well fitting grey suit and standing right outside her and Edward's office. Jessica stood beside him, radiating office sex from every stitch of her tight pink dress and the seamed stockings that led down to her impossibly high shoes.

"Oh, hi Jacob," she replied, literally stepping backward into the safety of the office. "What are you doing here?"

"It's my big interview," he beamed. She was silently thankful that he appeared to be too wrapped up in the excitement of the day to notice either that something was wrong or that under the suit jacket her blouse wasn't done up, the discarded buttons still on the floor in the office beyond. "I don't scrub up so bad, right?" He grabbed his lapels and posed, admittedly handsome in a grey suit and a pristine white shirt unbuttoned at the neck for a more casual look.

"I don't know where you found him Edward," gushed Jessica, talking over Bella's shoulder to address Edward in the office beyond, "but Jacob's so photogenic, he's going to make a lovely spread in the Seattle Homes supplement."

"Do you hear that Bella?" he winked at her. "My own spread in Seattle Homes. I'm going up in the world, right?"

"That's great," said Bella, trying to be happy for him but struggling to focus on anything other than Renesmee and how quickly she could pick her up to deliver her from the bullies. "Listen, I've got to go, trouble at summer camp. I hope it goes really well." She gave him a tight smile then walked off through the open plan office and reception, pausing only to press the button to call the lift. Although she was fully dressed it felt like a walk of shame, Edward's seed was seeping out of her with the aid of gravity and movement to soak the already damp cotton panties that she had hurriedly re-assembled.

Before the lift arrived she felt, rather than saw, a Jacob shaped mass appear beside her.

"Bella, what's wrong?" She turned her head to look at him, only to find herself gazing up into liquid chocolate puppy dog eyes that were so filled with concern for her that they made ashamed. She lowered her head, pulling the car keys out of her handbag and fiddling with them to give her something to focus on.

"Renesmee's been bullied at camp, I'm going to pick her up now."

"I'm sorry." His hand was on her shoulder, warm, comforting, supportive and most important of all in that moment, platonic. "Is there anything that I can do to help?"

"No, no," she shook her head, raising it to fix him with a weak smile. "I've got it under control. You should enjoy your day."

"Are you sure?" He squeezed her shoulder slightly, the tilt of his head and the crinkling of his eyes suggesting that he knew that were was something more to her sudden departure.

"Yes," this time her smile was more genuine. The lift arrived and she stepped into it. As the doors closed she watched Jacob's face until the lift doors met and the journey downward began.

"Where's Bella gone?" asked Jessica, dropping a black coffee that he had not requested but which was genuinely welcome onto the desk in front of him.

"Thanks," said Edward, taking a sip of the hot liquid. "She's gone to pick Renesmee up from summer camp. There's been some bullying."

"Oh no, that's terrible," said Jessica, enveloping him in a cloud of her sweet perfume as she put a friendly hand on the back of her chair. "Is there anything that I can do to help?"

"No," he smiled at her, pleased that she was willing to help. "I've got it under control."

"You're such a good father," she sighed, picking up the framed photo of Renesmee that sat on his desk and inspecting it closely. "Not every man would, you know..."

"Not every man would what?" he quizzed. She put the photograph back down at the table and stood upright.

"You know..."

"Know what?" He was starting to get frustrated with Jessica now, as well as more than a little worried about what exactly she was trying to say.

"I'm sorry," said Jessica, "I thought you knew." She looked scared now, her eyes darting toward the exit.

"Knew what?"

"Emmett," she said, "the real reason that Bella and I don't talk any more..." Edward looked at her, the pieces of a far flung jigsaw suddenly locking into place in his head. Bella's irrational hatred for Emmett. Emmett not wanting Edward to marry Bella. Emmett missing the wedding. Renessmee's blonde hair and blue eyes. Her aptitude for sport. Renesmee wasn't his daughter.

"Why the fuck didn't anyone tell me?"

"I'm so sorry," she simpered, "I thought that you knew. I mean, look," she gestured at the photograph, the blonde haired blue eyed little girl, "it's obvious."

"It can't be true," he snarled, smashing a fist onto the tabletop. "Renesmee's mine. I'm in absolutely no doubt about that."

"But..."

"Get out," he said. Jessica, unusually, looked pleased to be dismissed and scurried out of the room at top speed, closing the office door behind her.

Edward had to see Emmett. He had to get to the bottom of this. But before he left he logged onto the internet and purchased a DNA testing kit, paying almost double the advertised price to have it couriered to the office the same day.