I'm soooooo sorry! Life just...yeah. *Shakes head in shame*.

Anyhoo... this is the first part of the epilogue. There are just a ridiculous amount of loose ends that need to be tied up with this story the epilogue was becoming bigger than the story as a whole! So I've decided to do it in instalments. Don't know how many instalments there will be but the second - and probably last one - is well on it's way to being finished, I promise!

Epilogue
Push Part I

"Push!"

"I'm pushing!"

"Come on, baby, you can do it. Push!"

"I can't!"

"Yes you can, just one more, you're so close." Edward promised.

Fucking shit bag. Can't believe I allowed him to do this to me.

A bead of sweat ran down my face as I panted hard, my eyes screwed up tight both in determination to do this and to not look at Edward because if I did I was sure I would punch him in the face. And his face was pretty to look at. And I needed some eye candy, because I was sure I was never going to be able to have sex again once this was over. In fact, I was sure I would never be able to move again once this was all over.

I grit my teeth, clenched my jaw and groaned on trembling arms as I pushed, pushed, pushed myself upwards before collapsing onto the mat in a smushed pile of jelly, gasping for air.

Edward chuckled from where he lay on his front beside me, resting on his forearms. "You did it." I could hear the smug grin in his voice.

A half-hearted glare was all he got. "I'm never coming to the gym with you again." I mumbled into the mat.

"What? Why?"

He actually had the audacity to look shocked.

I rolled over onto my back with a groan as he pushed himself into a sitting position. "Edward. All I wanted was to watch you work out and get all sweaty and then have hot, steamy sex. When I asked you, while I was bent over at the waist touching the floor with my ass rubbing up against your junk, if I was doing the stretch right I was expecting you to jump me, not correct my positioning and then tell me to drop to the floor and give you twenty."

That was putting it mildly. He had me doing squats, chin-ups, sit-ups, planks, push-ups, the works. And that's not including the rowing machine, the running machine and the cross trainer.

It was safe to say I was beat.

"We are so, totally not having sex tonight."

"What?!" He complained. "How was I supposed to know? When someone says to me, 'hey can I come to the gym with you I wanna work out?', it usually means exactly that."

I pushed myself up, with a struggle, leaning back on my hands with my legs sprawled out in front of me. "Edward, I couldn't have been more obvious! If I had walked in wearing nothing but nipple tassels I still don't think you would have gotten the hint."

Wincing as every bone in my body sobbed in protest, I heaved myself up to stand, grabbing his unused towel from the bench press, and headed for the door. Edward followed jumping spritely to his feet. Shit head.

I wiped the sweat from my face as he followed me out of the private room he had hired, into the open gym where various people were dotted about doing…gym stuff.

"You could have just come out and said, 'Edward let's have sex', why fuss around with being subtle?" He grumbled, stopping at a vending machine to grab a Gatorade.

I huffed as a guy walked past, looking me up and down with a leering grin. Edward glared at him, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me tightly to his side.

"Get off," I shoved him away from me before stalking in the direction of the changing rooms.

"Bella!" He caught up to me, "You're going the wrong way."

I spun on the spot and headed the direction we just came from.

Edward turned me in a different direction by my arm, which I pulled roughly away from him with another irritable huff but he grabbed my elbow, pulling me around to face him. "What is your problem?"

"I want to get out of this fucking gym!" I all but shouted.

A couple of people close by turned to stare. They could go screw themselves.

Edward pointed behind me with an exasperated growl and I tuned to see the sign for the changing room directly above my head. Pointing to the door directly to my right.

I growled, shoving it open and letting the door swing shut in his face.

I may have been planning on letting him sneak in here and have sex in the shower. Not anymore! So he could just suck it.

I muttered angrily to myself as I slipped out of my gym clothes and into the shower, allowing the cool pour to immerse me. I rinsed my hair before grabbing for the shampoo.

Yeah, Edward, I was going wash my damn hair. And I was going dry it, too. And I was going to take my sweet ass time. You can sit out there and wait.

Once my hair was dry and pulled into a ponytail, dressed in Edward's overlarge sweatshirt and a pair of shorts, I exited the changing rooms to find Edward slouched against the wall opposite, looking too damn sexy and smelling too damn fine for my liking. He looked bored, flicking through his phone.

I looked away from him, as he glanced up, and stormed towards the exit.

I heard him sigh behind me as we passed trough the reception and out into the parking lot. A chill breeze whipped around my bare legs and I rolled my hands into the sleeves of Edward's sweatshirt, shifting my gym bag on my shoulder as I marched towards the car.

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong?" He asked tersely after we were situated in the jeep and he started the engine.

I said nothing and just stared out of the window. Not that I could see a lot, it was getting quite dark now.

"Why are you being such a brat?"

And in a flash I was reminded of a different night, a very different fight – in a freaking snowball.

"Push!" I yelled.

"I'm pushing!" I heard Edward grunting.

But the tyres spun uselessly in the snow and the engine whined piteously and Edward pushed and pushed but to no avail. We were stuck. In a snowball. On a mountain. In the middle of the French Alps.

I turned off the ignition and slipped out of the drivers seat, my arms folded tight, hands under my armpits to keep warm, and found Edward leaning heavily against the back of the car, panting.

"We're going to die." I stated calmly.

"We're not going to die." He puffed.

"It's your fault."

"My fault!" He stood to his full height, turning to face me completely. "How in the hell is this my fault?"

"I told you we were going too fast."

"Well we wouldn't have been going too fast if you hadn't been messing about back at the hotel. We wouldn't have been running late."

"The reason we were running late was because you took that wrong turning-"

"That you told me to go down!"

"I did not!"

"You told me to turn right!"

"I said stay to the right, not turn right!" Due to his ridiculous mistake we ended up travelling up and up and up another shitting mountain with absolutely no way of turning back until we reached the top. "You were the one who added an extra hour and a half to our journey!"

"Argh!" Was Edward's articulate response as he threw his hands into the air. "You're such a brat."

Jesus Christ. That was his response to everything. Every fight we had, if he was losing and had no comeback, then that was what he said. But this wasn't just a stupid little fight.

"This is serious, Edward. We are going to die on this mountain if we don't do something."

"What do you want me to do?" He cried out in exasperation, "You want me to grab my cape out of the suitcase and fucking fly us down the mountain? I'm only a man, Bella!"

"Yeah, well, you're a man who's gonna end up fiancée-less if you don't stop yelling at me."

This was the holiday from hell.

But it hadn't been up until this point. It had been perfect. It had been so beautiful and Edward had been nothing short of amazing and I had never been so happy in my life until this very moment. Because we were going to die on this mountain. And I was scared. And I was taking it out on him. And I couldn't believe those words had just come out of my mouth. I wanted to swallow them and take them back. I wanted the harsh, bitter wind to sweep them away so they would be lost forever. But that didn't happen. They were out and there was no taking them back.

Edward turned away with a growl and stormed off.

In any other situation this wouldn't have panicked me, but we were on a mountain, in the dark, alone. Images of him falling down the side of the mountain, of him slipping on ice and smashing his head, of losing him in the dark and never finding him again, flashed through my mind and I couldn't bear the thought of him being out of my sight for a second – no matter how angry he was with me.

"Edward!" I called, running after him.

But it was too dark, I couldn't see him.

My heart pounded hard against my rib cage as I stood right at the edge of the long drop down to the pit of darkness. I wouldn't be able to see him if he had fallen. Surely he would have called out to me? I would have heard. But the tears came to my eyes quickly and my fingertips were cold as I held my hands to my mouth, breath coming in short sharp bursts.

"Bella."

My sob of relief turned into a cry of terror when I slipped as I spun around to face him and suddenly I was falling.

"Bella!"

Hands tightly gripping mine, pulling, tugging, arms wrapped around my waist and then I was on the solid road, being held securely against Edward's chest. I could feel his heart thumping against me, as though trying to get closer to mine.

He was saying something.

"I've got you, I've got you, baby, you're okay, shit, you're okay, I've got you." I didn't know who he was trying to reassure, probably both of us, but his voice trembled. Then suddenly his hands were holding either side of my face as he pulled me away from him, "Don't ever fucking scare me like that." He growled, but it wasn't the angry growl from minutes earlier, it was the growl of unadulterated fear. He pushed my hair roughly back from my face, his eyes wide and filled with unshed tears of terror, "Don't ever be so stupid, do you hear me, Bella? Don't ever fucking do that to me again!"

It was only then, when I spoke and my voice was thick in my throat, that I realised I was crying. "I thought you had fallen," I rasped, inconsolably, "I thought…I thought…" I swallowed thickly and Edward pulled my forehead to gently rest against his.

"I'm alright," he murmured, but his hands were still shaking. "You're fine, we're both okay, baby."

I shook my head, furious with myself. "I thought you had fallen. I thought you were dead and the last thing I said to you was-"

But Edward pressed a kiss to my lips, his thumb smoothing back and forth over my cheek. "Shhh."

"I'm sorry," I sobbed, "I'm so sorry, Edward, I didn't mean it, I swear-"

"I know," he soothed, "I didn't think for a second you meant it, I promise." He cradled me to him, stroking his nose gently along mine, intertwining our fingers together. "You're cold." He murmured, then reluctantly pulled his hands out of my grasp to take off his hat and pull it down over my head. "Let's get in the car."

I sniffled my cold nose and nodded.

"Edward," I mumbled as he held me tightly to his side, pulling me close as we snuggled together in the back seat, buried under piles of clothes we had pulled out of our suitcases.

"Yeah, Bella?"

"Promise me that we'll never walk away from a fight."

I felt him shift as he looked down at me. I looked up, running my fingertips over his lips. "Promise me that we'll never walk away mad. If we're angry then we fight and we make up, we don't ever walk away pissed at each other."

Edward held my hand still and pursed his lips to touch a kiss to my fingers, "I promise."

I closed my eyes, my face buried in his neck as we just breathed each other in.

"Hey," Edward murmured softly.

"Hmm?"

"I know how we can keep warm."

I gasped when I felt his hand slip between my thighs.

The night actually turned out to be pretty fucking spectacular.

And Jasper and Alice saved us.

They got to our apartment in Paris, confused when we weren't there to greet them when we said we would be. They had called the hotel to see if we were still there but they had told them we had left hours ago. Alice guessed, rightly, what might have happened and called for help.

I told Alice we owed her our lives.

Edward grumbled that I was exaggerating and that he had told me we weren't going to die.

I dug him in the ribs with my elbow.

Then he proceeded to pound me into oblivion to the point I was sure I saw God, he looked a little like Edward… because we couldn't walk away from a fight.

I climbed out of the jeep, slamming the door behind me – causing Edward to wince a little and scowl, giving me some petty satisfaction – and stomped into the house. I was pissed that he had called me a brat. More due to the fact that it had reminded me of the night I was fucking certain I had lost him, as opposed to it actually causing any real offense. It pissed me off because if I thought about that night then I would come to my senses and regain my temper and wonder why the fuck I was being so…bratty… and I didn't want that. I wanted to be a brat. I wanted a fight. I wanted a fucking outlet for my pent up frustration.

"Are we going to talk about this?" Edward asked as I dumped my bag onto the floor in our bedroom and disappeared into the walk-in wardrobe. I glared at the lingerie I had hanging up in there in preparation for tonight and pulled it off the hanger, throwing it to the corner and pulling on a pair of Edward's boxer shorts and one of his old shirts – which I had claimed as my own.

Edward was sitting on the edge of the bed, on my side, facing the closet, when I walked out.

He arched an eyebrow at me in question but I just grabbed my book from the nightstand and headed for the door.

"What happened to never walking away from a fight?" He asked.

Damn that stupid promise to the fiery pits of hell.

"I'm really not in the mood to talk about it, okay?" I said, not turning to face him. I reached for the door handle and was ready to walk out when my gut churned and my chest tightened.

I grumbled angrily as I turned and headed straight for him. He wasn't surprised when I grudgingly kissed him. The promise had backfired on me plenty of times before and each time I still couldn't help but force myself not to break it. The sickening dread when I thought he had fallen down that mountain would pounce on me and I would have no choice but to gain some sort of agreement between the two of us before walking away.

"Love you." I gritted through my teeth, before turning back to the door.

Even if that meant agreeing to disagree and pausing the fight until one of us – or both – had calmed down a little.

"Love you," I heard him mumble as the door closed softly behind me.

I sighed heavily, rubbing my hand over my face as I moved about the house deciding on where to go. The office was out. I was so not going in there. It would only anger me further. There was the basement, but I didn't feel like that, I wasn't in the right mood. So I headed upstairs to the attic – my space.

So I climbed the stairs, then the ladder to get the ledge under the sloping roof. When Edward and I had gotten the hell out of Forks we went travelling, just like he promised we would. And it was perfect and I wished it never had to end. And in a way it didn't. We still went on vacation – though not as much as we used to due to obvious reasons – but we had settled down here when we found the house.

We hadn't even really planned on settling down when we saw it. We were still happy travelling, having the time of our lives. But we drove past and it was beautiful, and it was for sale so we went and had a look. It was perfect so we bought it. We still had our apartment in Paris that we occasionally rented out, but we hadn't settled there like we thought we would. But we were happy with that.

This little ledge in the attic had become the hideaway I had left behind in Forks. I had no idea if it was even still there and it broke my heart thinking about what may have happened to it, but I no longer needed The Hideaway, and that felt pretty amazing.

But this was where I came when I needed time to myself. Like right now.

And then my phone chimed.

I rolled my eyes but reached for it anyway, reading the text from Alice.

Did he like it? x

Shit. Of course she was going to want details. I now felt a little shitty about chucking the lingerie on the floor. I grimaced, pondering whether or not I should reply when I heard the door open below me.

Edward's face appeared and he leaned against the ledge, standing on the ladder.

He watched me chewing on my lip for a while as I contemplated on what to do about Alice before he asked, "You hungry?"

I shook my head, willing my stomach not to give me away and grumble loudly.

I watched Edward out of the corner of my eye as he watched me, fiddling about with my phone.

"Antonio's called," he murmured. "Something about a missed reservation?"

Ah shit. I'd completely forgotten I'd given them the house number instead of my cell.

I sighed, sitting up against the pillows, my feet planted firmly on the floor as I buried my face in my hands.

I heard Edward climb up the last few rungs of the ladder and sit himself beside me, resting his hand on one of my knees.

"What was supposed to happen tonight, Bella?" He asked softly.

I scrubbed angrily at my tears before he saw them, because fuck if I knew why I was crying. When I was sure they were gone I looked up.

"I just wanted a night of…us, I guess." I muttered.

"You made reservations at Antonio's?" Edward said. I nodded. "And…you had other plans, as well?"

I looked at him and I knew he had seen the lingerie in the closet. Great.

When I didn't say anything Edward frowned his eyes pained, "Bella, I don't understand what's happening right now, I don't have a clue what's going on inside your head and though that's probably my own fault I'd really like it if you could help me out a little. I don't understand why you're not talking to me."

I ran my hands through my hair feeling ever increasingly guilty. "I'm sorry. I'm being such a pain in the ass."

Edward smiled, "Only a little more than usual."

I kicked him and he grinned, taking one of my hands in both of his. He traced my lifelines with his fingertips, gazing at me patiently. I knew he wasn't going to say anything more. He was waiting for me to talk and was a little happier knowing that I would do so, soon.

"I know what I'm about to say is going to come out all wrong and you're gonna start feeling guilty and I don't want you to, because there's no reason for it." I explained. Edward didn't speak, just continued to gently tickle my palm, waiting for me to continue.

Tears welled up in my eyes again. Fuck sake. And I blurted out, "I miss you."

His green orbs widened in concern and he moved closer to my side, leaning on his forearm above my head, stroking a tear from my face, kissing my nose. He still didn't speak, letting me just get it out.

"I know there's been a lot going on recently." I sniffled, when I had regained control of myself. "You've been so stressed out with your new book, and please, please don't apologise for it," because I knew he would try to, "I don't want you to apologise for it, there's nothing to apologise for. You've been busy with it, and I've been busy with work and of course there's the new baby so Alice and Jasper have been over here a lot and we've been there and then Esme and Carlisle came to stay and it's just been a madhouse. And no one is to blame for that. I know that. And for a while it really didn't bother me. But… every time I try to get back to us something gets in the way…"

Every time, in the last couple of months, and I mean every time, either Edward's hanging out with Jasper, or they've asked us to babysit, or Esme's called in for a chat, or Edward's editor is on at him for another chapter.

"I love our family," I said, "more than anything, and I feel so fucking shitty for behaving like this and feeling this way but I just need some time for just us. So I planned tonight, it was supposed to be our night, you gave in a couple of chapters yesterday so I knew your editor wouldn't be bothering you, and Esme and Carlisle are on their weekend away and Alice helped me organise everything so she wouldn't be bothering us."

"And then I said I was going to the gym." Edward murmured.

I nodded. "I didn't mind, Edward, I really didn't, I promise. I thought it would be kinda fun." He knew all about my earlier plans for the gym so I didn't need to go into details. "But when you didn't get the hint – and I mean, come on, Edward, I was being as subtle as a gun – I thought I'd just go along with your work out thing because you seemed to be enjoying destroying me," I nudged him with my knees, "and I was just happy being with you, but I felt fucking awful because I figured surely you'd at least be starting to feel as frustrated as me at not spending time together, but you were so oblivious…" I shook my head, this whole thing was ridiculously inarticulate and I just kept babbling with hardly any idea what I was saying but I was just aching for him.

"I was crazy horny because it's been so long and you looked so fucking hot in that gym, then I was pissed because you wasn't getting the hint, then I was upset because I figured maybe you just didn't care, then I just got angry with myself at being stupid and insecure and took it out on you and I hate myself for behaving like this clingy, needy girlfriend that's just not me and I can't stop crying I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me, I'm sorry, Edward, I'm so sorry-"

But Edward wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. He kissed the top of my head, stroking his fingers through my hair, lulling me to calm down, before he spoke.

"Okay," he said softly, "first thing's first." He wiped my face free of tears. "You, Bella Marie Cullen, are my wife. You are not a clingy, needy, insecure girlfriend. You are my beautiful," he kissed my cheek, "gorgeous," he kissed my other cheek, "strong," he kissed my nose, "sexy ass wife." He hummed against my lips. "Secondly, don't feel shitty about wanting time away from our family. I know how important they are to you, they know how important they are to you and family give each other shit and still stick together anyway because no matter what the fuck happens we're stuck with them for the rest of our lives. That being said, sometimes we need to step back a bit, and I want you to promise me that you understand that they're all still gonna be there when we get back."

Edward's eyes searched my face, looking for something that he apparently found. He smiled softly, wiping my face dry. I blew out a breath and he kissed my nose.

"Thirdly," he said, "I had no fucking idea you felt like this. You've always spoken to me about shit that's been pissing you off or upsetting you, we've always been good at that so I don't understand why you haven't talked to me before now."

"Because I felt so stupid!" I exclaimed. "I mean, I'm fucking crying because I'm horny!"

Edward couldn't help the short laugh that escaped from him and I rolled my eyes at his sheepish expression that quickly turned to bewilderment. "That brings me onto the final point."

I arched an eyebrow waiting for him to speak, "Bella, it's been four days since we've had sex. Four." He actually looked a little confused, "I mean, I'd understand if it had been a couple of weeks or something but…four days? And another thing," he smiled a grimace, "please don't get all bitch face on me for saying this but… I haven't tried to start anything with you because, well, I thought you were on your period, and I didn't want you getting all pissed about me trying it on with you."

I frowned, "Why would you think I'm on period?"

Edward stared, "We've been married for nearly four years, Bella, I like to think I'm now aware of around about what time of the month you start. And, correct me if I'm wrong, but I was pretty sure you started four days ago."

My stomach dropped, my heart pounded as I stared wide-eyed at my husband and slowly shook my head. Because he was right. I was like clock work. I should have started my period four days ago. And I hadn't. And everything was weirdly piecing itself together in my head like a jigsaw puzzle. My tears, my heightened libido, my rapid mood changes.

The late period was a big fucking clue.

I could tell by Edward's face that he was slowly figuring it out, too.

"Do you think…?" He breathed.

"I don't know."

"Have you ever been late before?"

"A couple of times when I was younger but that was probably due to… stress." His hand unconsciously brushed my cheek. "Never this late, though."

"We should find out for sure before…"

I nodded. Then suddenly remembered, "Alice left the rest of the pregnancy test sticks in the bathroom from when she found out she was pregnant with Michael."

We jumped to our feet and seconds later we were down the ladder and rushing to the downstairs bathroom.

"Where are they?" Edward asked, looking through the drawer under the sink.

"Bottom drawer." My voice was high and breathy.

He rummaged around before pulling out the box and stood, turned around and handed it to me.

I pulled out one of the sticks while Edward took the box back to read the instructions.

"I've just gotta pee on it," I told him, lifting the lid of the toilet, but he ignored me.

"Step one, remove the test stick from the foil and remove the overcap." He read. "Step two, holding the test stick by the thumb grip with the absorbant tip pointing downward and the result window facing away from your body – I think that's the little plastic bit at the front – uh… facing away from your body, place the absorbant tip in your urine stream for five seconds only. Five seconds only is underlined so I think that's important, so we have to make sure you only pee on it for five seconds, do you want me to count?"

When he looked up I was already flushing the toilet and clipping the cap back onto the stick.

Edward's eyes widened. "Wait, have you done it? Shit, did you only hold it in for five seconds? Did you do it right?"

"I went through this with Alice," I told him, "I promise I did it right."

He nodded his head for a good five seconds before looking back down at the box in his hand. I watched his eyes flick over the instructions, glance at the test I'd laid on the counter beside the sink, then back to the box. Eventually he looked up at me.

"Three minutes," he murmured.

I nodded.

"Two pink lines means positive, one means negative."

I nodded again. "These things aren't always accurate," I said "even if it says…even if it says I am it could still be wrong."

Edward nodded, "We'll get you checked out."

I nodded.

Shit there was a lot of nodding happening.

"Bella," he breathed. He took hold of my hips and pulled me to him so we were flush, his arms wrapping around my waist. I held onto his arms, the muscles hard and tense from his earlier workout. "No matter what it says, I love you."

I smiled, my eyes watering a little, "I love you, too."

"And even if it's negative, we can still get you checked out, right?"

"Right."

"And even if you're not pregnant," we both swallowed, the word had actually been said. "Bella, I still… I want a baby with you."

The smile that spread across my face was wide and beaming, "I want a baby with you."

"We can try?" His voice was strained with hope and excitement.

"We can try."

His answering smile was beautiful.

I pulled his lips to mine.

"How long has it been?" He whispered.

I ran my hand down to tug at his hand so I could see the watch on his wrist. "Three minutes."

"Shit."

"Yeah."

I turned and grabbed the test in my fist without looking at it.

Edward wrapped his arms around me from behind and locked my eyes in the mirror. He kissed my neck, resting the side of his face against mine, holding me close back against his chest, his arms strong and safe around me. "I love you," he told my reflection.

"I love you," I mouthed. "Ready?"

He took a deep breath and nodded.

And I held it up where we both could see.

…

There are moments in my life that I will never forget. Some are moments and I hope will stay with me forever, even when I'm old and wrinkled and grey. Some moments I wish I could forget but doubt I ever will.

The day Edward and I moved into this house was a bittersweet memory.

"Push!"

"I'm pushing!" I wheezed.

"Come on, baby, you can do it!"

I gave up and slumped down onto the couch we were navigating into position in our new living room. In our new house. Ha!

"Bella," Edward huffed, falling down beside me, "Alice and Jasper are going to be here in a couple of hours."

"So we should wait for them to move the couch, they'd be terribly upset if we left them nothing to do."

Edward laughed, "Is that so?"

"Have you met your sister?" I deadpanned.

Edward rolled his eyes but then looked at me seriously, "I don't care what Alice says, you are decorating this house and she is not taking over."

I grinned, "I've already made a deal with her."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yep."

"Care to share?"

"You'll see," I smiled wickedly. I had told Alice that is she didn't try to interfere with the decorating – which was a very high possibility, despite the fact it was something I did for a living – then she could plan all my honeymoon outfits, including lingerie. She was also designing my wedding dress, not that I had told her that part yet, it was a surprise… if she stuck to our deal, of course.

Edward groaned with a smile, letting his head fall against the back of the couch, as he muttered under his breath, "Please be underwear, please be underwear."

I laughed, "Speaking of underwear," I straddled his legs. His hands immediately went to my hips as I leaned in to breathe in his ear, "I'm not wearing any."

"Fffffffuck," he hissed, as I coupled my words with a grind against the tightness in his pants. "Baby, we've still got so much to do." But he was giving in, leaning his head to the side as I kissed his neck.

"It can wait," I nibbled his jaw, "we've done so much already, I think we deserve a break."

And then the doorbell rang.

"Nooo," Edward pleaded.

I laughed, kissing his mouth. "I think the neighbours want to say hello."

"I think the neighbours can come back another time."

I grinned, "We can't ignore them, they know we're in."

"Who comes and knocks on the fucking door when they can see how busy we are, they saw the removal trucks, they saw the shit load of stuff that came out of them, we got shit to do."

"Like sex?"

"Exactly!"

I snorted, and pushed myself off him, while he frowned miserably. "You should probably sort out your little problem while I greet the guests."

"Little?" He arched a cocky eyebrow as he headed for the stairs.

I rolled my eyes as he disappeared and opened the door with a smile. A smile that slipped quickly from my face.

"Isabella."

BANG.

I'd slammed the door shut.

I turned to see Edward coming back down the stairs with a smirk, "Well that was rude."

And then he saw my face.

"Baby?" He rushed to me, enfolding me in his arms. My hands trembled as they clenched his shirt into fists. "What is it?"

I swallowed. "Renee."

…"What?"

"It was Renee. My mother was at the door."

Edward's eyes hardened before he jumped into action. He grabbed my hand and gently pulled me upstairs and guided me into our new bedroom. He sat me down on the unmade bed.

"Stay here," he breathed, kissing my temple before heading back downstairs.

And it all came rushing back. The fear and pain and exhaustion of that entire year, my last year in Forks, all came back to me in a rush of waves.

Charlie had killed James.

He, Sue and Victoria had been arrested.

I remembered the phone call from Carlisle and Esme a couple of months later informing us Charlie had been given a life sentence. He was locked up in prison, and he would die in prison, having confessed to torturing and murdering James.

Victoria had tried to bury the body. Charlie was all for leaving him out in the open air, he wanted to be found out, he wanted to rot in a jail cell. But Victoria was scared for our father and tried to hide James' body, apparently shortly after Edward and I had left the house that day.

She was serving seven years and would have nothing when she got let out.

Sue hadn't been found guilty of anything, despite what the police had initially thought. Of course she had known her husband had murdered a man but there was no evidence to suggest it.

She returned home to Seth and Leah.

Seth had kept in touch and I received the occasional Facebook message from Leah. She had moved away to college and was studying criminology, said she wanted to stop assholes like James and Felix from hurting anybody again. She'd also told me Seth was no longer living at home.

He would never tell you because he thinks you'd blame yourself, Leah had written, but he's rarely home with mom, nowadays. He still talks to her every now and then but he couldn't forgive her for the way she treated you, knowing what she knew about your situation before you lived with Charlie. Believe it or not he's actually really good friends with Jacob Black. I know. WTF, right? But he spends most of his time at their house now, obviously sleeping in separate a bedroom to Rachel's. No matter how buddy, buddy they may be, Jake would kill him if he ever caught Seth in her room!

She'd told me he was spending a lot of time helping Jake fix up cars, they'd decided they were gonna start up a mechanic shop when Seth finished school.

Leah said Sue rarely left the house. Couldn't deal with the stares and points she was getting every time she stepped foot out the front door. Leah said that though she would always love her mother, she too had distanced herself from the woman – who apparently spent a lot of her time popping pills and hardly recognised her daughter when she visited.

Edward hoped she'd die cold and alone in that house. I had to agree with him.

I hadn't spoken to Renee. After Edward and I had left Forks she'd had no way of contacting me and the last thing I wanted to do was reach out to her.

And now she was here.

Ruining my moving day.

I couldn't let this happen. I couldn't let her just pick and choose when she wanted to be a part of my life and when she didn't.

All of this shit was in the past, it was over and finished with and I had moved on. I was not going to let her drag me back there again.

I stood up from the bed and headed for the stairs. The front door was open just a crack and I could hear Edward's voice. So I sat on the bottom step and listened.

"-your fucking chance and you screwed up. You weren't there for her when your daughter needed you, you weren't there when she was being terrorised night after night, right under your fucking nose, there is no chance in hell you get to be here for her now."

"I just want to talk to her."

"You don't get to talk to her. You don't even get to look at her. This-" he must have gestured to something, "this is what you get. Take a nice long look because I will never let you get past that door. You don't get to be a part of Bella's life. If she wants to talk to you, then that's her choice, you wait for her to come to you – but that's something you'll be waiting a long fucking time for if I have anything to say about it so I wouldn't hold your breath."

"You have no right to talk to me this way-" Renee's voice wavered.

Edward's voice was low and dangerous. "I have every right. That woman is my life. My fucking life. And you hurt her. So you should know, Renee, nobody hurts what's mine and gets away with it.

"I'm not some small town cop. I'm from money. I have connections. If I want someone to disappear I can make it happen and nobody would even think to glance in my direction. If you so much as think about contacting Bella before she's indicated that, that is something she wishes, then I'd watch my back if I were you."

"…That sounds to me like a threat."

Edward chuckled a soft, mirthless laugh. "Oh, it's no threat, Renee." The door opened a little and Edward stepped inside, immediately spotting me on the stairs. He turned around to face Renee again, still blocked from my view. "I suggest you leave. Now."

And the door was once again shut in her face.

"Was all of that true?" I murmured, watching Edward where he was stood, leaning against the door, his eyes on me. "All that stuff about making people disappear?"

Edward shook his head with a small smile, "No, but she doesn't need to know that."

"And there I was thinking I was moving in with the mafia."

He pushed away from the door to crouch in front of me.

"Thank you," I breathed, stroking the side of his face. He held my hand where it was, leaning into my touch.

"I can turn mafia on for you anytime you like, baby."

I smirked and Edward grinned back, leaning forward to kiss my nose.

I brought his lips to my mouth and he hummed into the kiss.

I needed to get out of this weird mood Renee had left behind with her. I'd come down here with the intention of telling her to fuck off when Edward had already done it for me perfectly. I'd refused to let her meddle with my life and so I needed to get past this quickly so I could move the fuck on and enjoy the rest of this day.

"You know," I murmured slyly, "I'm still not wearing any underwear."

Edward grinned against my mouth, "Thank fuck for that." And he carried me to the couch.

…

This was one of those moments that I hoped stayed with me for the rest of my life.

Two pink lines.

"Positive," Edward breathed.

I breathed out a sharp breath.

"It's positive," Edward repeated.

His eyes met mine again in the mirror. They were the brighter than I'd ever seen them, even on our wedding day. Tears shone in those depths of emerald and for a fleeting second I hoped our kids had his eyes.

Those eyes lowered and rested on my flat tummy. His hands trembled as they lifted his overlarge, baggy sweatshirt and rested them so, so tenderly on my stomach that it took my breath away.

He lowered his mouth to kiss my shoulder, partly burying his face there but kept his eyes, gazing through his lashes, on my tummy.

I felt the wet drops touch my neck before I saw them.

"Edward," I breathed, bring my hand up to stroke through his hair.

"It's positive," he said again.

I turned in his arms, away from the mirror, to face him, reaching up to cradle his face.

"Edward."

"Bella, it's fucking positive." He sniffed, a smile, so wide and so bright and so dazzling, spreading across his lips. My smile in return was just as bright. He suddenly started kissing my face all over, causing me to laugh as his tickled his lips, his tongue against my skin. "It's positive, it's positive," he grinned into the kisses.

"Edward!" I laughed.

"What?!" He pulled away reluctantly, still beaming from ear to ear.

I brushed away the dampness still on his cheeks.

"I'm pregnant."

He kissed my mouth, "You're pregnant."

"We're going to have a baby."

He kissed me again, a long searing kiss, "We're having a baby." His hands went back to my tummy, unable to leave it alone. And suddenly he was on his knees in front of me, lifting up my sweater again. "There's a baby in there." His voice was soft and reverent and he touched a gentle, barely-there kiss to my tummy.

I ran my hands through his hair.

The sight was so beautiful that when he looked up at me again I was crying.

So that's Part I. It jumps back and forth in time so I hope it wasn't too confusing!

Hopefully the next part will be up soon. It's not so much writing it, it's the million proof-reads and editing that's difficult to find time to do so, seeing as you've all been AMAZING at being patient and bearing with me throughout this whole thing, a little more patience will be worth it... hopefully :) Just wanna get this ending right for you guys!

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Oh! Also! Started a new story a little while ago, which I'm as excited about as I was with this one so you should check it out..
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