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CHAPTER 28
BPOV
2 weeks after Edward's accident ~
It was just after one in the afternoon when Masen and I returned home from our daily lunch date with Edward. The first few days after we took him up there went just as the first, but slowly Masen got comfortable, and now he was much closer to the Masen we all knew and loved. And that was as much as we could hope for, given the circumstances.
"Go on up to the door," I told him as he climbed out of the backseat. "I'm gonna go check the mail."
"Okay, momma," he exclaimed, running towards the house.
I sorted through the mail as I made my way back to the house. It was mostly bills, but one thing did catch my attention—it was a thick white envelope, with the ARCpoint logo on it. I smiled, knowing exactly what was in the envelope, as I tore it open.
The results read just as I knew they would.
Based on the DNA analysis, the alleged Father, Edward Cullen, cannot be excluded as the
biological Father of the Child, Masen Swan, because they share the same genetic markers.
The probability of the stated relationship is indicated below, as compared to an
unrelated person of the same ethnicity.
Combined Direct Index: 17,446
Probability Percentage: 99.9942%
Soon, Masen Anthony Swan would be Mason Anthony Cullen; and hopefully someday soon, I would share the name of my children.
It was closing in on nine when I returned to the hospital that evening. I was really anxious to get back to him. Yes, Masen and I went back up for dinner, just as we did every night, but for some reason, I was extremely restless that night. Which I believe Masen caught on to, because he was a bit more resilient to going to bed.
The closer I got to Edward's room the stronger the tension became, which was unusual—generally, it had the opposite effect. However, the moment I opened the door to his room, I knew exactly why I was so fucking anxious to get back to him.
Tanya.
"Get the fuck away from him!" I hissed.
She jumped up, turning to look at me. "I have just as much right to be here as you do," she sneered, placing her BASTARDson back into his car seat.
"The hell you do!" I snapped. "You're the reason he's here, you fucking idiot. NOW, GET. THE FUCK. OUT!"
"Fuck you, Bella," she growled. "You can't keep me away from him now. Liam has every right to see his father as your fucking kid does. You're just scared he's going to leave you to raise another one all alone …. Which reminds me, the term eating for two; it doesn't mean two adults. You might want to slow it down, you're getting fat."
She turned her back on me, to gather up her things, or so it appeared. I however, saw red and snapped. I grabbed a hold of her hair, and dragged her out of his room—
{End flashbacks}
"You did what?!" Edward growled, interrupting my account of what had taken place.
As I said, pissed off … at me.
"I … I …" I stuttered, struggling to sit up, as Edward shook with anger, trying to get out from under me.
"Let me get this fucking straight," he sneered once we were both sitting up. "You, my pregnant fucking girlfriend … with fucking twins at that … started a fucking fight … Jesus, Bella …."
He pulled his hand through his hair in frustration, but I didn't let him go on. "I didn't start a fight with her," I defended weakly. "I pulled her hair. Trying to remove her nasty skank ass from your room."
"Bella," he groaned, yanking his hand through his hair yet again. "So, what happened after that?"
I had a feeling that wasn't at all what he was planning to say. "A nurse and your father came running in and pulled me away from her."
He shook his head. "I'm surprised they didn't ban you from the hospital," he finally said.
Um ….
"Yeah, uh …" I stuttered. "They tried—"
"Bella," he interrupted, but I didn't let him scold me.
"Your dad convinced them not to," I explained. "But, I had to agree to his terms …." I purposely let it trail off there.
He narrowed his eyes. "His terms?" he questioned.
"Yeah …."
"Bella?" I could hear the frustration in his voice. He wasn't at all happy, but I didn't really want to explain. The whole situation still pissed me off.
I growled, feeling the rumble in my chest before it actually escaped.
"Bella?" he questioned again.
"Fine!" I hissed—my frustrations, anger, and annoyance completely taking over. "I had to agree to let her and Liam see you." I fought hard to keep that tramp away from him. I didn't care if he was his father or not. I didn't want them anywhere near him, but fucking Carlisle disagreed.
Hey, you're the one that told him he wasn't going to abandon the little bastard, the little voice in my head reminded. Yeah, bite me. Whose side you on anyway?
"And I wasn't allowed anywhere near the hospital while she was there and vice versa."
He looked at me in shock—like he was seeing me for the first time. "Okay," he finally sighed, pulling me into his arms. "Please, tell me that was the only altercation you had with her."
I sighed in contentment and snuggled in closer to him. "Yes. Though I've thought about paying her a little visit …. After the girls come."
"Please." He chuckled, lifting my chin to place a kiss on my lips. "I'm not mad. I'm obviously not happy about it, but under the circumstances, I understand. But, please don't do anything like that again."
I placed a chaste kiss on his lips, and then smirked. "I won't—at least not while I'm pregnant, but after these two come, all bets are off." He laughed, but didn't say anything. I think he thought I was joking, but I wasn't.
We sat in silence for a long while after that, and I have to admit I was completely fine with it, especially knowing he could start talking at any moment.
"Bella?" he whispered, gently caressing my arm as I giggled a bit. "What's so funny?" he asked tickling my side.
I laughed, squirming all over. "Nothing … I was just thinking … Edward, stop …." He stopped tickling me, so I explained, "I was just thinking about how silent it was, but that I was fine with the silence now—knowing you could start talking at any minute." I giggled, again. "And then you started talking. It was funny."
He chuckled. "I was thinking about how much I hated the silence."
I laughed, genuinely laughed. Like, to the point of pissing my pants, laughed.
"Oh, god," I groaned, shifting out of his arms and off the bed. "I'm gonna pee my pants!"
Edward laughed while I retreated to the bathroom—knee dancing the entire way to the toilet. I wasn't kidding when I said I was going to piss my pants, my bladder was protesting as one—if not both—the twins kicked away at it. It took every bit of my strength just to make it to the toilet without peeing, let alone pulling down my pants and underwear.
"Better?" he asked, opening his arms when I returned to the bedroom.
I smiled, gladly climbing back to my safe haven. "Yes."
He kissed my forehead, whispering, "Good."
We lay in silence again after that, me listening to his heartbeat, him rubbing my arm and occasionally pressing a gentle kiss on my head. I was just about to doze off when he broke the silence again.
"Baby?"
"Hmm?"
"I think we need to talk about Masen …."
I knew it was coming—it was only a matter of time. "Wha—what about him?"
**Author's Note**
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