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Special Thanks to Twimarti for beta'ing and Kitty Vuitton for pre-reading!

LOVE that a lot of you got the Office Space reference.

Since we haven't gotten into Stepdadward's head yet, Bella has to be the one to let us in on his geeky side – to see the man behind the bitchy wife. **kisses**


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CHAPTER 29

•~Bella Swan~

There have been times in the past where I've woken up feeling like it was just going to be one of those days – a day when you know something insanely life altering was going to happen.

Today, I assumed, was like any other, at least until I was fucking blindsided.

TPS REPORTS - what the hell was a TPS Report anyway?

As soon as I opened the inconspicuous little folder, I spotted my doc sitting right at the top – it was what followed that caught my attention.

The image thumbnails were small, but they weren't so tiny that I didn't recognize them.

Last year, about a month before I had turned eighteen, Edward took Rose, Renee and me to Hawaii for three glorious weeks.

By that time, I'd outgrown my little nautical swimsuit and had opted for something a bit more mature – a navy-colored string bikini with barely there bottoms to match the red one Rose had bought for herself.

Edward had seemed a little off the entire trip, but that hadn't stopped him from walking around with a digital camera glued to his hands the entire time.

Most of the pictures in this folder were ones I'd seen before, but there were a few that I hadn't – either that, or Edward had used some kind of photo-editing software to crop and zoom in on various shots of me laying down on my beach towel getting tan, or the close up that prominently featured my ass hanging of my bikini bottoms as I climbed on a jet ski, making me look infinitely sexier than I'd remembered.

Oh. My. God.

By the time I scanned the images, my mouth was hanging open in shock. I just couldn't comprehend what I was actually looking at... and in the TPS REPORTS folder no less.

"Holy fuck. Edward really is a bad daddy," I whispered to myself in disbelief.


A/N

I think Bad Daddy Edward needs a spanking! Thoughts?

Until later...