Chapter 35: Worth
December 11, 2010

BPOV

"You are worthless." She said to me.

It wasn't the first time, but being told that never stops hurting.

"No, I'm not."

"Stop fooling yourself, Isabella."

"No…I am worth something to them."

"I swear you get stupider and stupider as you get older. Grow the fuck up an open your eyes."

"No…"I wanted to say more but the words wouldn't come out. I wanted to scream but the sound wouldn't expel from my mouth. She was wrong. She had to be.

"They don't need you, Isabella Marie. They will be better off without you."

"Please, stop. I am begging you, Renee, stop." I brought my hands to my aching head. Her words were hurting more than they should. I just wanted the constant ache to stop.

"Just look. Look how happy they are without you." Her face disappeared and a new scene unfolded before me.

My worst nightmare really.

They were eating breakfast. My little angel was standing on the chair and entertaining like she always was. She was the total opposite of me, and even Edward, but she was the most perfect little girl in the world. My boy, my son, was sitting on the seat across from her, rolling his eyes at his sister's antics. He was a lot like Edward…so smart and handsome and perfect.

Then there was Edward…and her.

She had no face, but her hair was blonde, and completely not me. Edward had his arm around her shoulders and her head was resting on his chest. The ring was on his finger, but this one was gold, not silver. I looked down at my hand…my ring was gone.

"Edward!" I yelled.

He didn't flinch and his eyes didn't leave the woman in his arms.

"Edward!" I tried to run to him, to tell him I was there, but I couldn't move, I was stuck in place forced to watch my worst nightmare unfold. "Stop! Make it stop! Please!" I screamed and squeezed my eyes shut; my hands were clamped over my ears and pulling at my hair. I needed to block out the image.

I opened my eyes again, and it was gone.

"Mommy?" It was Liam. My boy. He was calling for me.

"Liam!" I looked around for him, but I couldn't see him. I was looking around frantically until my eyes finally landed on my boy. He was at least 10 feet away from me, I tried to walk towards him, but I couldn't move.

"Mommy?"

"Liam! I am over here, baby! Look over here!"

He looked over at me. "Mommy?"

"Yes, baby. It's me. Come over here, I will make you feel better."

"No! You're not my Mommy…"

"Yes I am…honey, I am your Mommy."

"No! No! No! You're not my Mom! Daddy says we don't have a Mom, she left! She doesn't love us! I have no Mommy!"

"No! Liam that's not true…"

He was crying and he did the same thing I did a moment ago. Tears were falling down his clamped shut eyes and his hands were squeezed over his ears. "I have no Mommy! No Mommy! No Mommy! My Mommy hates me…"

I woke up gasping for air.

My breaths were coming out short and ragged as I blindly reached for the one thing that would make it go away; the only thing that helped me every single night when I woke up from these dreams. I was reaching and reaching, but all I could feel were the cold sheets beside me.

He's not here.

I lifted myself up so I was sitting up in the bed. I brought my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around myself. I dropped my head and tried to take control of my breathing. I was used to this feeling every time I woke up. Many different variations of that dream have been haunting me for so long now. I was hoping that once I was back home and with my children and my husband again, it would go away, but it didn't.

Edward didn't know about it because I didn't want him to. He worries way too much for me already and I hated what I was doing to him. The nightmares were horrible but they became tolerable since I have been home. Whenever I would wake up and feel his warm arms around me and hear the sound of his soft breathing, I would know I was safe and I had no reason to be afraid.

I heard the sound of the front door opening downstairs and I wondered who was here. I got up from the bed and walked over to the window to see who it was. There was a truck outside that I realized was Charlie's since he was the one to pick me up from the airport. Charlie was a good man. I was happy that Edward had him.

I was going to go downstairs right away to visit with him and see Edward, but I guessed I looked like crap. I walked into the bathroom quietly and looked at myself in the mirror, I could hear the hums of Charlie and Edward's voice, but I couldn't hear what they were saying.

The bags that were under my eyes were almost gone, and for that I was thankful. When Edward saw that they were almost gone, he would feel better. That was all that mattered in the end.

The left side of my face was all red and my hair was all messed up from laying on it, and I smoothed it down a little. I rinsed my face with some warm water and took a deep breath. I was getting anxious, and I knew it was because I was alone. I didn't have Edward or the kids in my sight and it had me on edge.

It was a familiar feeling that was thankfully slowly fading away since I got back. I tried not to think of the nights I cried myself to sleep while in rehab. I did a good job pretending throughout the day over there and doing what was expected of me, but once I was alone in my room on that stiff mattress, the coldness surrounding me, I lost it. I thought of what Edward and the kids were doing and wondered if they were missing me as much as I missed them. I hoped they weren't missing me that much. I hoped they weren't feeling the pain I was feeling because I didn't want them in any pain. Especially if it was because of me.

Once I looked a little more presentable I started heading down the hall and down the stairs. When I was in view of the living room, my eyes zeroed in on Edward. He was here; he was in front of me. If being away taught me one thing besides not drinking anymore, it taught me to appreciate that man with everything inside me. Whenever I was near him I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. Laugh because I was so happy to have someone like him, and cry because I was afraid I could never give him the same feeling he gave me.

He was looking at me from his spot on the couch, but he looked nervous. I knew Edward like the back of my hand. He may have been trying to hide his anxiety, but I could see right through it. I swear I must know him more than I know myself.

The only thing confusing me was what the anxiety was for. I looked over to Charlie and he was also looking at me. I couldn't read Charlie that well, but he too looked a little nervous.

"Hey, love. Did you have a good nap?" Edward asked and reached his hand out to me.

I would never deny him anything and I walked forward and took his hand in mine. He pulled me towards him and made me sit down beside him.

"Yeah, it was good." I told him the half-truth. It was good to get sleep, but the sleep doesn't seem worth it once that dream happens. I looked over at Charlie who was still looking at me with an expression I couldn't decipher. "Hello, Charlie."

"Hi…" His voice cracked and he cleared his throat. "Hi, Bella."

"So what's going on you two? Thinking about watching sports or something?" I really didn't know too much about Charlie and Edward's relationship. I mean, I wasn't stupid. I knew they were really close, and Edward only had the nicest things to say about him, but I didn't really know what they did for fun. Although I do remember them watching sports together at one point.

Edward squeezed my hand and I looked up to him. He was so noticeably nervous now, and I immediately got nervous as well. "No, actually we wanted to talk to you about something."

"Oh…alright." I would understand if Edward wanted to tell me something, but why was Charlie here? Things just weren't adding up in my head, so I decided to just listen to what they had to say.

They both exchanged a look before Edward nodded slightly. He shifted himself so he was completely facing me without letting go of my hand.

"Bella…something happened while you were gone."

Panic immediately flooded me. "What?"

"Love, calm down, it wasn't that bad." Just like I could read him so easily, he could also read me. I took a deep breath and squeezed his hand letting him know I was okay. "Thank you, now just listen."

I looked over at Charlie briefly and he was staring straight ahead of him at the wall, but I could tell he was listening intently.

"Okay, I am listening."

"It happened about three months ago…uh…it was actually the day you called." I nodded my head letting him know he could continue. "Well, Sue watched the kids while Charlie and I went to work, and we were on our way home, and when we arrived, Renee was here."

I sucked in a breath and stood up. "What? She was here? What the hell was she doing here?"

Edward pulled on my hand to get me to sit down, but I wouldn't. "Bella, just sit down. There is no need for you to get worked up. Let me finish, alright?"

His beautiful and nervous looking face left me defenseless. I would do anything he asked me. I sat back down beside him and he relaxed a little.

"Okay, I'm sorry; I just hate thinking she was near any of you. What about the protection?" I didn't leave for rehab until I knew I was leaving them protected, and that is why I got the detective.

"That didn't end up working out, but that is for a different time. When I got home, she was outside the door, and Sue wasn't letting her in. Anyway, she saw us, and started taunting us you know how she always does."

I nodded. "She didn't touch the kids right?" That was the main thing I was worried about. I of course didn't want her next to Edward either, but I knew he could take care of himself. My kids however were a different story.

He shook his head immediately. "No, she didn't even lay eyes on them."

That made me relax a little. I didn't want her ever to be near them at all.

I took a deep breath. "Okay…good."

Edward rubbed his thumb along the top of my hand. "Bella…" He got really serious now, and I got nervous once again. "When she was here, she kind of told us something. Something that I know you never knew about."

Something I never knew about? What could he possibly be talking about?

"What? What is it, Edward?" He hesitated and looked over to Charlie. "Edward! Please just tell me!" I was freaking out and this waiting thing was driving me absolutely insane.

"It was about your father."

My heart stopped I am sure and I tensed up. "My father?"

"Yes."

"He's alive?"

"Yes." I got up now.

My father—whoever he was-was alive. The news hit me like a truck and I felt my whole world spin upside down. I always just figured my father was dead. I mean, what kind of father would just leave his child behind? Renee always talked about the times he saw him, but I just figured she was messing with me. I knew he knew about me, Renee told me that much, and as sick and twisted as it may sound, it comforted me to think of him as dead. In my head, if he was alive, that would only mean he really didn't want me, but if he was dead, he would have no way to come find me. That's what I told myself at least.

I always wanted a father. A father was so important to a little girl, and that was only proven by Peyton and Edward's relationship. The two of them have a relationship that no one can touch. Edward was the best thing that ever happened to me, not only because he was everything to me, but he was also everything to my children. The love I had for my children ran so deep, and I couldn't live without them, and Edward was the one who gave them to me, and he was the one who took care of them when I was away. We wouldn't be able to survive without him, he was our life line.

"Who is it, Edward? Did she tell you who he was?" Edward nodded.

Oh my God. He looked to me, and then to Charlie. Charlie looked like he was going to cry any minute, and the pieces started to fall into place in my head. I pulled Edward's face to look at me so his eyes would anchor me to the earth.

"Edward…"

"It's Charlie, love. Charlie is your father."

My hand let go of Edward's face like I had been burned. The lump in my throat caused a cough to come out of my mouth. It felt like I was choking. I stepped away from Edward and brought my hands to my head that seemed like it was burning.

"What?" I squeaked out. I looked over at Charlie and he had tears coming from his eyes as he looked back at me.

Edward got up and took my hands in his, but I pushed him away.

"Bella, don't do this right now." Edward looked just as emotional as Charlie and I, and I didn't want to cause him any more distress so I let him take my hands. "Look at me beautiful." I looked away from Charlie and back at him. "Are you okay?"

"I don't know." I looked back at Charlie who was standing now. "Is it true?" I asked him, and he seemed caught off guard that I was talking to him directly.

"Yes, it's true, Bella." He said gruffly.

My face heated with anger. "You knew this whole time! What the hell is wrong with you? Were you just using Edward to…?"

Edward pulled on my hands to get my attention. "Bella, stop it."

"What? Edward I spent my whole life not knowing who my father was and he was right there the whole time…he has other kids and I was alone…"

"Bella, no." Charlie said now and he approached me with his hands up in surrender. "I had no idea."

"But she told me, she said you knew but wanted nothing to do with me."

"She lied!" He yelled but then took a deep breath and said a little calmer. "She lied, Bella. I had no idea. I swear to you."

"So you are telling me you had no idea? She never told you?"

"No. She didn't. Please don't be upset, I promise you if I knew I would have been there the whole time."

"How? I mean…were you a couple?" I held on tightly to Edward's hands. I needed him there at that moment, and whenever I needed him, he was there. I wish he could have said the same about me, but I failed at that already.

He shook his head. "No, it is kind of a long story, but it was a one night thing…I left and she never told me."

I pulled my hands from Edward's and stepped back once again. "How can this be happening?" I asked mostly to myself.

"Are you upset, love?"

"Upset? I am fucking furious. I mean…Jesus; I have literally been lied to my whole entire life. I knew Renee was a bitch, but I never thought she could be this heartless." I wasn't mad that I found my father, that wasn't it at all, but I was not able to enjoy it or explore it because the deep seated anger I had against the woman who singlehandedly ruined my life was over coming me. "How could she do that to me? To her own daughter?" Tears were falling and I started to shake.

Edward stepped over towards me but I stepped back. His touch was so comforting to me, but I hated the look of worry and sadness he wore when he saw me like this. All I do is bring him worry and I hated myself for it.

"Bella, please stop pushing me away." He said, I could tell he was getting a little angry now.

I still batted his hand away though, the tears falling and my body shaking. I was having a panic attack, I just knew it. "It just won't go away, Edward! Fuck…it never ends."

"Charlie, can you just give us a second?" Edward asked in a rushed voice.

"Yeah." Charlie choked out and I looked over at him to see he too was crying even harder now. He wiped his eyes and walked out of the room. I didn't want him crying over me too. I haven't even found out who my father was for five minutes and I already had him crying. All I fucking do is hurt people…I am just like her.

Edward watched him go and then turned back to me. He reached for me again, but I pushed him away. "Fuck, Bella! Stop with this shit. Let me hold you. What has gotten into you, love?" He was getting frustrated with me and I just wanted to relieve him of everything.

"I am sick of always needing you to hold me, Edward." He looked hurt, and I felt even worse. I tried to ease his worries. "No, Edward, I didn't said it to hurt you. I love you, and I love feeling your arms around me, but I am sick of being such a burden! I try, I try so hard to change things to make it easier for you but it never works!"

"Holding you doesn't hurt me, Bella. Comforting you, comforts me, so please don't push me away. I want to help you. I don't even know what must be going through your head right now, but I want to. I want to know so I can help you, love. I just need you to let me." He pushed a piece of hair out of my face and behind my ear.

"I am just sick of it, baby. I am so sick of all of it. All the pain, all the confusion, all the lies…fuck, she ruined me, Edward. She ruined me forever."

He grabbed my hands and I didn't fight him. If this is what he wanted and he swore it made him happy, that is what he would get.

"You aren't ruined, love. You aren't ruined at all."

"I hate her, Edward. I really hate her."

"I know. I know you do."

"How could she do that to her own daughter? She knew who my father was and never told me!"

"I know, honey, just calm down alright? I know you are just trying to process this right now, but I promise if you just shut out Renee and what she did to you out of your mind, you will find yourself in a better state. Charlie…he really wants to know you, Bella."

"He does?" I squeaked out.

"Yes of course he does, you are his daughter."

"He is my father." I stated. It felt kind of liberating to say the words. I had a father. A father was something I thought I would never have.

"That he is."

"Edward, I have a father…he is here." I said in wonder.

He smiled at me. "He is here, love. He wants to be a part of your life, if you will let him."

"You are sure he is my father? I mean, what if he isn't?"

"We can do a paternity test, but just look at him. You two look so much alike."

I took a deep breath. I took Edward's advice and tried to push Renee out of my head. Her decision to keep my father from me was horrible. That one lie changed the course of my life drastically. If she would have told Charlie, I probably would have had a pretty decent life if I had at least one parent there to love me. I probably would have grown up in a loving environment and not in a house where I was afraid to even speak sometimes. But then if that would have happened, I wouldn't have had to live with my mother, and I wouldn't have met Edward. The phrase 'everything happens for a reason' came to my mind, and I was beginning to believe it.

Would I trade my horrible childhood with Renee and my Edward for a happy life with my father?

The answer was no.

I would take a million more years living with Renee if it meant I had Edward.

Without him, I would have nothing. I wouldn't have our children and they were my world. The three of them held me to this earth and they were what kept me going even though many times I just wanted to give up.

"He must hate me right now…I just kind of freaked out when you told me."

He shook his head 'no' and pulled me to his chest. I wrapped my arms around him, and inhaled his scent. "He could never hate you, Bella. You are his little girl."

Him saying it like that made me cry even more, but this time it was tears of happiness. I was never someone's little girl. I was never that child at the playground that her parents bragged about. I was never that girl with a father that cherished the ground she walked on. I was just never that girl with parents or blood relatives that loved me until I got my children of course.

"Can you go get him? Can you send him in here and just give us a minute?"

"Absolutely." He pulled my face up towards his and kissed me. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too, baby." He kissed my forehead and walked out of the room to get my father.

My father.

I walked to the couch with shaky legs. I was nervous for some reason. Something inside me told me I had no reason to be nervous, but it was such a life changing moment in my life right then. I heard footsteps coming into the room, and I looked up as Charlie entered. I got up from the couch and wrung my hands in front of me as he approached. Edward was right…we did look a lot alike. If Charlie wasn't my father, there was a scary resemblance between us that couldn't be explained.

He stopped three feet in front of me. His eyes were puffy and I felt a tug at me heart. I didn't want my Daddy crying.

"Are you doing better?" He asked with a lot of concern in his voice.

I shrugged. "It is just a lot to take in."

"I completely understand, darl…uh, Bella."

"I'm sorry if I scared you, or made you upset. I promise I wasn't upset with you at all. I swear. It was just her. How could she keep it from me?"

He took a step forward. "Your apology isn't needed, Bella. I know what you mean because I became instantly angry once she told me."

"I should have guessed it."

"There was no way for you to know I was your father…"

"No, I mean I should have guessed that she would lie about something like this. She did it all the time."

"You only had her?"

"Barely." He sucked in a breath, and I could tell my answer hurt him. "It's not your fault, Charlie. You didn't know."

"I know, but it still sucks knowing that my daughter had to live with someone like her." Hearing him call me his daughter caused a warm and comfortable feeling in my chest.

"I had Edward, though. Edward made it better."

"I am thankful for Edward more than you know because of that."

"I am thankful for him too." I smiled softly thinking of how much I absolutely adore Edward.

"I am going to be honest, Bella. I don't know what the right thing to do is right now."

"Neither do I."

"We're screwed." We said at the same time, and we both laughed. That moment lightened the air a bit, and I was happy to share my first laugh with my father.

"I was thinking we can just take it slow. We can get to know each other more over time." He said and I nodded.

"I think that will be the best way."

He took a deep, cleansing breath. "Do you think a hug will be too out of order?"

I smiled. "I don't think so."

He smiled and stepped toward me. He opened his arms and I walked right into them. His arms were tight around me and his scent was comforting to me. I wrapped my arms around his middle and he held me tighter.

The moment was very emotional for me, and I broke down right there in my father's arms. I was being held by my father for the first time…something I never thought would happen for me.

He held me up as my legs started to give out. "Shh, darling. I know things have been tough for you, but we are all here for you now. You have your children, you have Edward, you have me, Sue, your brother, your niece…we are all going to help you, Bella. You are important to all of us."

And just like that, I had everything I ever wanted.

I had my kids, I had Edward, and I had a father. I also had a step-mom, a brother, and a niece. Renee may have made my life a living hell, but it was worth it to get to where I am today.

"Thank you." I held onto him a little tighter and my tears were getting on his shirt. "Thank you, Daddy."

There was no one like him in the world.

Edward Anthony Cullen was the definition of a perfect man in my eyes. It was times like these, times when I was laying in his arms at night and afraid to go to sleep to have the nightmare I always have, when I try and think to myself how he turned out to be so amazing. Edward's childhood wasn't perfect; he lost his parents in such a horrible way when he was so young, but even as a small child, he was strong and made it out as a better person.

He was so strong. Even as a child, he was the strongest person I ever knew. Whenever I saw him weak, I would panic. That would mostly happen the months after his parent's death. I remember seeing my six year old best friend scream and cry because he wanted his Mom and Dad. He would want me to go over every day because he said I made him feel better.

He needed me and he loved me. I would do anything for him; I just wish I wouldn't have screwed up so much. I feel I have no way to repay him.

I heard him chuckle and I looked up at him. He was sleeping of course. He always did that; he was a big sleep talker and sleep laugher apparently. He has done it since he was little, and I never told him about it. It was something only I knew about and that was the way I liked it. I have been able to hear a lot of what comes out of his mouth when he sleeps lately and some of it was just so random and it had me laughing. Him being afraid because a cat was resurrecting from the dead comes to mind.

Watching him sleep was one of my favorite things to do. He looked completely at peace and beautiful. He was always beautiful, but when he slept, there was an innocence in his face that I loved to see. It was the polar opposite of when he was awake and constantly worrying about me and the kids.

I turned my head and kissed his chest lightly. He sighed and rolled over towards me. "Bella." He whispered and I smiled. He was now lying on his side with his face right in front of mine. I brought my hand to his hair and gently ran my hand through it. A few pieces were right over his forehead and I knew how much he hated his hair in his face. He was always running his hand through his hair to get it out of his face and that was why it was always such a mess. It worked for him though.

I stopped my hand in his hair and started running my thumb over his temple. He sighed contentedly and I loved that I was comforting him even in sleep. I stopped however when I heard light footsteps coming from across the hall. Peyton must have been up for some reason. I leaned forward and kissed his forehead lightly before putting my pillow in his arms so he wouldn't wake up when he felt I was gone. He needed his sleep.

I walked out of the room and looked to see Peyton's door was open. I went over there and her bed was empty. I looked down the hall and Liam's door was open as well. I walked over to his room and I smiled and almost cried. I don't know how two people so perfect could have came from someone like me. I knew they must have got it all from Edward.

Peyton was climbing onto Liam's bed and she was shaking him. "Liam." She whispered. "Liam, wake up, please."

Liam woke up and looked over in her direction. He stretched his arms above him. "What are you doing?" He asked groggily.

"I had a bad dream, Liam. Can I sleep in here with you?" She asked shakily. My poor little angel.

Liam sighed. "Aw come on, Peyton. You always kick me."

"No I don't!"

"You do! And you take my blankets."

"You're crazy! I am sleeping! I can't do all that while I am sleeping!" I laughed softly at their banter and I was so happy that they were able to experience that. They didn't always get along, but that was part of the experience. Having a sibling was a very important thing. I always wanted a sibling…and now I do. I have Seth. I didn't know him at all, but I hoped he would want to get to know me, because I would love having a brother.

"Why don't you just go to Mom and Dad's bed?" He asked. Peyton crawled closer to him and lay down beside him under the blankets.

"Because Mommy and Daddy are sleeping."

"I was sleeping too!"

"Yeah but Mommy and Daddy are old…they need more sleep." I couldn't hold in my laugh, and I walked into the room. Both of them looked over to me and smiled. The fact that their faces still lit up when I walked in the room made me exceptionally happy. They could have easily turned to hating me for leaving. I knew Edward was a big part of that, and I was again in debt to him.

"What are you two doing up?" I asked as I walked over to the bed. I sat on the edge by Liam and they were both looking at me.

"I had a bad dream, Mommy."

"Aw come here, pretty girl." I said and reached my arms out to her. She got up from her position lying down and reached over Liam. I took her in my arms and she rested her head on my chest and I held her close. "Do you want to talk about it? Sometimes talking about your dreams will make you feel better." I realized I should have taken my own advice, but that was different. I was an adult; I needed to take care of myself for once instead of making Edward do it all the time.

She lifted her head and the tears started filling in her eyes. I was expecting a story of a truly horrible dream. "I was eating breakfast. It was pan-c-cakes." She was really getting bent out of shape about this. "Daddy gave me pancakes and then they came alive! They got bigger and bigger and I was s-so s-s-scared." I was trying not to laugh because it was just such a random dream. I guess she had sleeping habits like her father. "They took my fork away from me and poked me in the nose three times! I was calling Daddy to help me b-but he disappeared! And then…hey! Liam stop laughing, it's not funny!" She wiped the tears from her eyes as she hiccupped.

I pulled her to my chest and bit my lip to hold in my laugh. Liam wasn't doing a good job of that as he was laughing hysterically. He was clutching his stomach and rolling around on the bed. Tears were falling out of his eyes and he seemed like he couldn't breathe.

"Liam." I tried to say sternly for Peyton's sake, but a small laugh came out right when I opened my mouth. "Liam stop." I couldn't help it after that point and I started laughing.

"Hey! Hey that's not funny, Mommy! Stop laughing at me!" She pulled away from me and crossed her arms around her chest, the pout on her face.

"Oh, baby, we aren't laughing at you. We just think you are so adorable and funny." I said trying to make her feel a little better.

"It was scary, Mommy. It's not funny."

"I know, honey, but it was just a dream. Do you really think Daddy would just let those pancakes poke you without doing something?"

She looked at me as I spoke and I saw her face get calmer. "No, Daddy would help me."

"Exactly, so there is no need to be afraid. It wasn't real." My laughing was calmer now but Liam was still having trouble.

"Yeah I guess so."

"You're a weirdo." Liam said when he was calm enough.

"I know you are but what am I?" Damn Edward teaching her such things. That will be here comeback for everything from now on I am sure.

"A loser!"

"I know you are but…"

"Alright, alright, that's enough. It's time to go back to bed. It is late." I said stopping that argument before it got out of hand.

"Can I sleep with you, Mommy?" Peyton asked.

"Yeah me too, Mom. Please?"

I couldn't say no to such faces. "Sure, maybe we should sleep in here though so we don't wake Daddy."

"Yeah but then Daddy will feel left out!" Peyton said.

She had a point. I know Edward wouldn't necessarily be mad if I slept with the kids in Liam's room, but I wouldn't feel right knowing that I was in here with them and he was alone in the other room. "You're right, so let's go." I got up from the bed with Peyton still clinging to me and Liam hopped out of his bed and grabbed my hand.

When we entered the room, Edward was still in the position I left him. I walked up to the bed and exchanged the pillow with our daughter. She curled up to his bare chest and sighed contentedly. Liam and I both climbed into the bed, and Edward started to stir with the movement. Liam was curled up on my right side.

"Bella…what's going on?" He asked groggily. He was awake this time, but just barely.

"Peyton had a bad dream. They are just going to sleep with us tonight."

"Liam's here too?" He asked. His eyes were barely able to stay open.

"I'm right here, Dad." Liam said from my side and I kissed the top of his head.

Edward smiled. "Hey, bud." He looked down at Peyton. "You feeling better now, baby girl?"

"Yes, I know you would save me from the pancakes, Daddy."

Edward eyes opened and a look of confusion came over his face and Liam and I laughed. "I'm not even going to ask." Edward said and shut his eyes again.

I leaned over a little and kissed his nose. "I will tell you in the morning…just go back to sleep."

"Mmm…whatever you say. I love you all." He mumbled.

I smiled. "We love you, too." I whispered.

I was surrounded by the three most important people in my life; my son and daughter who brightened up my life and made everything worth it and my husband, my Edward. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be alive and I wouldn't have my children. He was everything, and I needed to find a way to make myself worthy of his love and commitment.

I want to give him as much as he gave me.

Well what do you all think about Bella? I have to tell you I really enjoyed writing her just because I knew this whole time what was going through Bella's head and it was nice to actually get it out!

Special thanks to Alexa once again for pre-reading this for me. You want to know how great she is? She pre-read this for me even when it was super late and she was sick! I realize how lucky I am to have her as a friend though, so no worries. Lol

Review please; I would really like to hear what you all think of Bella. I will reply like I did last time :]