Thank you SO much, Sherry (Banshee69) for all your help, I couldn't have done this without you. I don't own Twilight, SM does. RATED M for content and language.

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I dread having to tell Bella about Tanya, but I know that I have to. I'm just worried about how she will take the news.

I enter the small apartment. Bella's sitting on the couch with her legs tucked up under her, rubbing her stomach, and reading a book. She looks up from her latest obsession, some teen vampire love story, and smiles at me.

"Hey, you're here early." She looks at her watch.

I shrug. Setting my keys down on the small side table by the door. "Slow day." I explain as I trudge over towards the couch.

I sit down, my body facing Bella. She unfolds her legs, laying her feet across my lap. This has become a nightly ritual for us, me rubbing her feet.

"How was your day?" I push my thumb deep into the arch of her foot.

She moans softly and I have to shift in my seat. She doesn't realize how she affects me with such simple things.

"Goo…" She trails off as I apply more pressure to her foot.

I clear my throat. "B- Bella, we need to talk." I stutter.

She raises her head up and gives me a serious look. "Is everything okay?"

I lick my dry lips. "I received a call from my lawyer. It appears Tanya wants to try to get custody of the baby."

Her head snaps back. "What? She can't…?" She's shaking her head, her breathing is becoming labored.

I reach for her hand. "Bella, listen to me. You need to calm down." I place my palm on her cheek, and I gaze into her caramel colored eyes. "Breath. You have to calm down."

She does as I say, and starts to take deep breaths.

"Better?" I push her hair from her face.

She nods her head. "Yes. Sorry about that."

I lean forward and kiss her on the forehead. "It's okay, sweetheart. You just freaked out a little." I chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.

She reaches over and pinches my side. "Ow, B, so violent."

She pouts. "Don't make fun of me."

I put my arm around her shoulder and pull her to me. "I'm sorry." I apologize to her.

She snuggles into my side and lets out a sigh. "Does she have a chance, E?" Worry evident in her tone.

I blow out a breath. "According to Brenda, she doesn't have a leg to stand on." I'll fight her every step of the way if she does.

I look at Bella, she's rubbing her hand over her belly. "We can't let her get our nudger." Her voice is thick with emotion.

I place my hand on her very pregnant stomach and feel our child kick. "Don't worry, sweetheart, this little one isn't going nowhere, and I promise you that."

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AN: Thank you for all your support. Also, a BIG thank you to Sherry.