EDWARD

I ran out of the house, not knowing where I was going. All I knew was that I had to get away from the thoughts and feelings that Kenzi's memories had drudged up and the truth of Jasper's words. And not just the ones he spoke in the hallway. His speech and accusations from this morning had been repeating themselves over and over in the back of my mind all day. While I used hurting Kenzi to get my information to block them out, I found that I couldn't escape them anymore. Not matter how far I ran.

Somehow, I ended up at the little cottage in the middle of the woods. The cottage that Esme and the others had built for me and my family just a few weeks before Renesmee was born. I wasn't at all sure why it was still standing.

I had thought about just tearing it down many times in the last six years, but something always stopped me, though, I never understood what. I had always used the excuse that Bella would rip me to pieces with her own bear hands if I touched it, but I knew in my heart that it was so much more than that, even if I was unsure of what that more was.

I hadn't been out here in years. I was always too worried about the effect seeing it would have on my. It was so easy to say, don't do it when I was sitting at home in my study, but actually seeing it was a different story. The memories that came along with being back in the house could've easily become too much for me and I might end up doing something I'd regret later.

Even now, I stood there staring at it, wondering what to do next. I wanted desperately to turn around and run the other way. I wanted to find myself a beautiful sixteen year old and fuck her brains out before draining her dry. However, what one wants and what one needs is not the same thing.

As much as I tried to ignore that old part of me. The part that had become like an extremely annoying voice in the back of my head. I knew that it was right about some things and I was almost positive that it was right about how much I needed this. Even if it wasn't completely sure why I needed it.

Without ever actually deciding to do so, I walked toward the cottage with my hand outstretched toward the door. If I was human, I was sure that my heart would've been pounding its way out of my just. I took a couple deep breaths to calm myself as I continued toward the door.

When I reached the door, still fighting the impulse to run, I closed my eyes, bit my lip and hoped that I wouldn't regret this before turning the handle and pushing open the door. I was shocked that even after all these years; Bella still didn't find the need to lock the door. I figured she'd be too afraid of what I'd do if I ever got in here.

I stopped into the living room and was immediately assaulted with memories, some good and some bad, but every single one cherished.

I remembered when Bella and I used to sit on the couch trying to get Nessie to sleep. Bella would rock her, while I'd hum Bella's lullaby, which was one of Nessie's favorite tunes in the whole world. It really didn't take us long to get her to sleep like that. Then there were times when she would ask for Jacob. It was a little upsetting for me when she did that, but even if I didn't like it, I understood their bond and would always had her over when she asked. Jacob would sit on the floor with her and tell her about his day and everything that was going on with the pack.

I honestly couldn't have thought of anyone better than Jacob as her big brother in those days. He always knew exactly what to say or do, to make her better, even when Bella and I were the ones who upset her. He would always remind her that we were her parents and we only did what we did, because we loved her. She seemed to understand it better when she heard it from him. That was definitely something that I could never really understand.

I even remembered the many fights we had in her eight years. She always hated that she would never be able to do the things that normal children her age could, or have any friends outside the family and the wolf pack. It was an extremely lonely childhood for her and even though we did everything in our power to make it easy for her, she still felt like she was missing out on everything. I remember wishing with all of my heart that I could do something to make all of that easier for her, but I couldn't and she had no idea how much that hurt.

She also hated that she couldn't get away with anything at all. Having a father who could read her mind, meant that I would always know what she was up to, before she even got the chance to try to disobey our rules. That made her angrier than anything else while she was growing up.

I remember one night she told me that she hated me and wished that I would stay out of her head and life. Those words hurt me more than I ever admitted to anyone, except Jasper. After that, I started to lay off and did my best to let her get away with some things. As long as she wouldn't get hurt.

I moved out of the living room and into the kitchen. It was exactly the same as it was in the years before. A small fridge in the corner with a stove and a sink. Even cupboards for pots and pans. There was a small table in the corner that was set only for two.

Nessie and Jacob would eat breakfast together most of the time. They'd even have Fruit Loops fights, which would end in a big mess and a long lecture from Bella about acting your age. In which Nessie would tell her that she was technically only three or four and it was perfectly acceptable for her to act like that. Bella would then shake her head and leave them room.

There were also nights, when Jacob wasn't on any pack business that he would actually try to cook for Nessie. Nessie, being the lady that Bella and I raised her to be, would eat everything he made with a smile on her face. She'd even tell him that she enjoyed it. Of course, she would tell Bella and me just how disgusting it was after he left for the night. She, of course, said that with such love and adoration that it was hard to believe her words.

I continued to move through the house, each room bringing its own special thoughts and memories of life before the war. Back in a time when our biggest worry was whether or not, we should risk sending our half vampire, half human daughter to high school. Those eight years were the best of my existence and I wouldn't have traded them for anything.

I found myself relaxing more and more as I thought about the good times back then. Unfortunately, just like the good times, the good memories slowly faded into nothingness as I entered Nessie's bedroom and remembered the last fight we ever had.

FLASHBACK

Nessie was sitting on her bed in a beautiful silk black spaghetti strapped dress. It fell down to just past her knees and should of just slightly more cleavage than I would've liked. However, that was one of those things that I had learned to ignore. Her long bronze hair was pulled back into a low ponytail.

The sheets were clenched tightly in her heads and she was staring at the black stilettos that she was supposed to be putting on. I couldn't see her face, but I could tell by the movement of her back and the noises that she was making, that she was sobbing, almost hysterically.

Bella was sitting next to her, with her arms wrapped tightly around her. She was whispering soothing words into the poor girl's ears.

I cleared my throat to announce my presence. Bella looked up in surprise, but her look turned dark once she realized that it was me. Nessie didn't even bother to look up.

"Ness, honey, I'm sorry." I said, almost pleadingly. "I know how much you wanna be there, but I don't think it's a good idea. I just have a feeling that something bad is going to happen and seeing as Aunt Alice can't see you or the wolves, I think it's best that you stay here tonight."

Nessie looked up at me then, she looked just as angry as Bella did, even though there were tears in her bloodshot eyes.

"So what, if something happens tonight?" she practically yelled. "It's not like the wolves can't take care of me and themselves. Hell, it's not like I can't take care of myself. Yeah, I may only be eight years old, but I'm strong, faster, and smarter than any full grown human adult. I can handle myself."

"Maybe against humans, but not other vampires. You're only half as strong, fast, and smart as them." I fired back. "And with the way the pack has been on guard these past few days, I won't take any chances."

"Oh my God!" she yelled standing up this time. "Why the hell would other vampires give a damn about me?! I mean it's not even like I'm full human or anything. I'm sure if they were given the choice, they'd choose a human over me any day."

I sighed, even after all these years; she still didn't completely understand how unique she was. Or how others could use that uniqueness to their own benefits. She seriously didn't understand what it would mean if others vampires got their hands on her. Because it certainly wasn't them draining her that I was worried about.

"It's not the other vampires eating that I worry about, sweetheart." I said. "Do you have any idea what would happen if these vampires got their hands on you?"

She opened her mouth to answer, but Bella cut her off.

"Edward, we don't need to get into that right now." she growled. "She might not understand it, but I do, and so does Jacob. He wouldn't let that happen and you know it."

"I don't doubt that, but what if something happens to him?" I asked.

"Then the pack would do what they had to do to keep her safe." Bella responded.

"I still don't want her to go." I stated. "With the possibility of visitors, I don't want her out of our range of protection. I don't wanna risk it."

"Well, that's where we have the problem, then isn't it, Edward?" Bella responded standing up next to Nessie. "Because, I really think that this is a risk that needs to be taken."

"Why?" I argued. "Just so she could go to some old werewolf's funeral. Come on, Bella. Her safety should be more important to you than that."

"Don't you even fucking go there Edward." she said through gritted teeth. "You know her safety is more important to me than anything."

"So why risk it for something like this?" I questioned.

"Because, Billy Black wasn't just some old werewolf Edward. He was Jacob's father and Jacob is just as important to Nessie as this family is, you know that. He needs her to be there, just like I needed you to be there after Charlie died. I never would've made it through the funeral, if you weren't there. I'm sure Jacob feels very much like I did that night. That's why Nessie needs to be there tonight, regardless of the risk."

"But..."

"No buts Edward." she said holding up her hand. "She's going and that's that. Finish getting ready, sweetie."

She kissed Nessie on the cheek and walked out of the room. I turned to follow her, then I caught some of Nessie's thoughts as she continued putting her shoes on.

"Stupid over protective vampire father." she mentally grumbled. "I really hate him sometimes. I mean, come on, I'm a young woman, not a baby. I can take care of myself, you know? I don't need someone following me around all the time. Or telling me what I can and can't do."

I sighed and turned back to the room.

"You're wrong." I told her. "You maybe a young woman now, but you will always be my baby girl."

"Whatever." she responded, standing up and walking to her jewelry box. "You've made your disapproval of this quite clear and I really don't feel like hearing it anymore tonight. So could you just go away, please?"

"Watch your tone, young lady." I told her. "And no, I will not go away, not until you tell me that you aren't going tonight."

Tears filled her eyes as she reached around her neck and hooked her necklace around her neck. I noticed right away that it was the one Bella had given her for her first Christmas.

"Well, that's too bad, dad, because mom said I could go." she replied. "And that's exactly what I'm going to do. Whether you like it or not."

She walked over to the door and slipped past me. I turned around and grabbed her wrist. I didn't intend to hurt her, just stop her and get her to talk to me, but it had been getting more difficult for me to control my strength when I was upset, which was why I always avoided touching either of my girls when I was upset.

"Ow, dad!" Nessie cried out after only a second. "That hurt!"

"I'm sorry, sweetheart." I said releasing her wrist. "I honestly didn't mean to. I just want you to listen to me for a minute."

"No, dad." she replied turning to face me. "I've heard enough of what you had to say this afternoon and I really don't wanna hear any more of it. Jacob's part of my family and he needs me tonight, so I'm going to be there for him, because that's what family does. Isn't that what you taught me?"

Having those words thrown in my face stung a little more than I wanted to admit. Of course, I had always taught her that family was the most important thing. It was what Carlisle had spent over a century teaching all of us. It was especially important with what we were, because if we didn't have our family, we didn't have anything.

However, this was about me protecting my child, my family. As much as I cared about Jacob and was terribly sorry for his loss, my daughter was the most important thing to me. And if protecting her, meant making this night a little harder for him, then so be it.

"Yes, Ness, that is what I've taught you, but these are completely different circumstances. You are the most important thing in my life, other than your mother, of course, and it's my job to protect both of you. If I don't feel something's safe then I'm not going to let you do it. And I'm sorry if that means you have to let Jacob down, then that's just the way it's gotta be."

She just stood there shaking her head back and forth with tears following down her cheeks.

"I hate you!" she finally yelled and took off out the door.

I tried to go after her, but Bella stopped me.

"You can't stop him from going." she told me angrier. "If you drag her back, I'll just help her sneak out again."

I glared at Bella for a moment before sulking off to our room.

END FLASHBACK

That memory brought back all the anger and confusion that I had been trying so hard to forget. I began wondering, like I always did when I thought about that night, if maybe I was wrong in disapproving of Nessie decision to attend the funeral. Sure, I had been right about something terrible happening, but maybe if I had done things differently, things would've ended differently after the war. Who knows? Maybe if my daughter's last words to me hadn't been I hate you, I wouldn't have so much hate for myself or the people who had hurt her. Maybe, I could've forgiven Bella for deciding to let her go. Hell, I probably could've forgiven myself for fighting her so hard that night.

It was the what ifs that made me even angrier. I'd never know what could've happened if I hadn't been so against her going to the funeral. There were so many possibilities that might have made this future different for everyone, but we'll never ever know and that's what hurts the most.

Of course, I'd be lying if I said that what happened in Nessie bedroom that night was what turned me into who I am today. The truth is, though, I lost a lot more than just my daughter that night. In fact, I'm pretty sure that's the night I lost everything.

Jasper's words this afternoon had a major effect on me, and not just because they were right, but because it reminded me of one of those things.

I knew all too well exactly what Carlisle wanted for the world as well as for his children. He had spent centuries fighting the nature of our kind. He didn't believe that humans should be used like that. Their lives were to be valued and they should be treated with compassion. He believed that we shouldn't hurt or try to control the humans just because we could. It was wrong and he knew it.

It's what he spent years teaching us, and he would be so ashamed of what I had become. I knew that a hell of a lot better than the others thought. In fact, I knew that what we were doing was wrong, even without the constant reminders from my sisters and brother. However, I just didn't give a damn anymore.

The reason is this, along with Carlisle's beliefs about the way we should treat humans; he also believed that we still had souls and a chance at Heaven. He honestly believed that if we played by God's rules, we'd somehow make it to Heaven.

While I didn't completely buy it, I still had faith in his belief, because I had faith in Carlisle. I knew he'd never intentionally steer me wrong. I trusted that he knew what he was talking about. Which is why I spent damn near a century playing by God's rules and hoping that would be enough. Unfortunately, that hope was one of the many things that were shattered that night.

How could I have been stupid enough to believe that playing by God's rules would be good enough to get me into Heaven? When all it got me was a one way ticket to this living hell.

My reward for all those years of doing things was watching my daughter being murdered. Not only that, but to have to live for the rest of my existence with the memories of the thoughts of the men and women who spent hours torturing her. I had to listen to her screams and remember the terror in her eyes as she was burned alive for the rest of my existence. How was that fair?

I decided then and there that I was done living by God's rules. I was done feeling compassion for any of these idiot humans. I was done putting their lives before my own wants and needs. If I honestly didn't have a chance in Hell with God, then why bother even trying anymore. At least, that's the way I felt about it now.

My anger at God went far beyond that of not being able to get into Heaven, or even being punished for all those years I tried to be the model vampire. Oh no, the fact that he had chosen to use my sweet, beautiful, innocent daughter, in order to punish the Cullens for what they were, pretty much destroyed any chance that I had of ever trusting God again.

Nessie was one of the kindest gentlest people I've ever met. She never even considered hunting humans, even though she preferred their blood to an animal's. She knew how wrong it was to hurt or kill them, just because she could. Even when she was hunting animals, though, she was the most compassionate of any of us, even Jacob. She never played with them, like Emmett or myself or taunted them, the way Bella sometimes did. She would simply pick out her prey, and kill it in the quickest, painless way possible, before she drained it.

The only thing that was wrong with her was that she was part vampire, but that wasn't her fault. How in the hell could she help something that she was born with. It's not like she asked me to sleep with human Bella just so she could be conceived. I didn't understand how God could possibly punish someone so horribly for something that she couldn't even help. And that's why I hated God so much and wanted so desperately to seek some kind of revenge against him. One could say the need for that revenge had a great deal to do with my new way of life, but who knows.

I could only hope that Alice had been right after all these years, and God hadn't kept Nessie out simply because of something she couldn't help. It would've been the least He could've done after what he put her through during those last few hours. Of course, that hope came with a great deal of fear.

What if Nessie had really made it into Heaven and she was looking down on me? What would she be thinking? Would she really be disgusted to discover what a monster her father had become? Would she even want to claim me as her father anymore? I knew there was absolutely no way she ever be proud of me, not after all this. Hell, I was almost sure that she really hated me now. And that thought hurt more than anyone would ever know.

It was actually those thoughts that would always make me rethink everything that I had been doing in the last six years. I wasn't sure it was really worth the idea of my daughter truly hating me. Was it worth her spending the afterlife believing that her father was a monster? Of course, these thoughts wouldn't last long.

I would soon remember everything that happened that night. Everything that I lost and how my entire life crumbled beneath me. The anger and hate that had been building up since that night would replace anything pain I felt at the idea of my daughter hating me. And then there'd be nothing more important than escaping that anger and hate. I'd end up going right back to living my life the way I had been for the last six years and that'd be the end of it.

It, of course, happened the exact same way this time. The thoughts of my daughter had calmed my anger and confusion, at first. Then I remembered that night and suddenly, I was angry again. Angry enough to grab any girl off the road and take every bit of her I could, before killing her.

I was just about to go find that someone, when a familiar smell hit my nose. It was a sweet smell, like cotton candy and bubble gum. I recognized it right away as Angela Weber's. What was she doing all the way out here anyway?

I knew that she was one Alice and Rosalie's little spies who pretended they were still on my side. That's why I never trusted her with anything important. I just went on pretending that I believed her little act, because it amused me.

Was she spying on me? For her sake, she better hope that she wasn't. She knew the punishment for a betrayal like that. And I was in no mood to be merciful any more to today.

Too curious to use the door, I walked to Nessie window, opened it and jumped out of it. I sniffed again and found her trail that led off to the east. I followed it as slowly and quietly as possible. I didn't want to give her any warning that I was coming, but I knew she see me if she was spying. Of course, I'm sure she also knew that I was ten times faster than her and wouldn't dare to run.

It took only five minutes to find her sitting in the bushes. I was surprised that she wasn't stupid enough to run, even if she didn't immediately show herself. I knew that she knew that I was standing there. I could hear it in her thoughts, because she was hoping that if she stayed down long enough, I'd go away. Well, that wasn't going to happen.

"I know you're there, Angela, and I'm not going to go away, just because you don't show yourself." I sighed.

Slowly she emerged from the bushes. Her face was a blank slate. She had absolutely no emotion on it whatsoever. Something I was sure that she had learned from Alice.

"I wonder what's for dinner?" was the first thought that popped into her head.

Great, Alice had also told her how to block. I supposed, though, that was a good thing. At least, now I knew that she was hiding something.

"And what exactly are you doing out here?" I asked her.

"I was going for a walk." she said, lying almost flawlessly. "And I decided to sit down and enjoy the scenery. That's all."

"Uh-huh. And you just happened to choose to enjoy the scenery a few yards from the place where I was?" I questioned her.

"Yes." she answered, but I could hear the question at the end of that.

"Somehow, I doubt that." I growled. "So why don't you just tell me the truth."

"That is the truth." she said, but she sounded a little too defensive for my liking. "I didn't even realize you were here until just now, honestly."

"Really now." I said making myself sound skeptical. "I wonder, would you tell me the same story, if I, let's say, have Mike go pick up your younger sister for a little fun. She's gotta be what seventeen or eighteen by now. She'd be perfect for me."

The blank look on her face was immediately replaced by a look of utter fear and hatred.

"You wouldn't." she stated, though her voice shook.

"If you lie to me again, I will. Now, what are you doing out here?"

She bit her lip and closed her eyes. I was able to read the interesting internal debate going on inside her head. She didn't want to break Alice and Rosalie's trust by telling me the truth, but she couldn't allow her sister to be brought here and put through all of this. Of course, keeping her sister safe won out in the end. That's what always happens when families get involved.

"Okay," she finally said. "Rosalie asked me to come out, find you, and then text her when you were coming back."

"And why would Rosalie give a damn about where I was or how long I'd be gone."

"I don't have a clue, sir." she said, a little too quickly. "She just asked me to do something for her and I did. That's all."

"See, Angela, I really don't believe that either." I told her, putting my arm around her waist and pulling her to me. "So I'll give you one more chance to tell me why Rosalie gives a damn about what I'm doing, or you and I are going on a little trip to your house. And I can promise you, it won't be a very pleasant homecoming."

"Fine." she said through gritted teeth. "The Mason girls wanted to see each other. So Rosalie and Alice took advantage of your absence to get Kari to Kenzi. Rosalie asked me to keep tabs on you, so that I could let her know when you were coming back. That way they wouldn't get caught."

"I see." I said. "And did she send anyone else out looking for me?"

"No, sir." she said. "Just me."

I was sure she was telling the truth this time, and even if she wasn't, it didn't matter. I had all the information I needed at the moment anyway. And if those two wanted to play, then we were going to play, and I could almost guarantee they were going to lose.

"Alright, sweetheart." I said through gritted teeth. "This is what we're going to do. You're going to text Rosalie and tell her that I'm on my way back, but you're going to leave out the fact that you spoke to me. Then I'm going to go back to the house and show them exactly what happens when they try to pull a fast one on me."

"Y-y-y-yes, s-s-s-s-sir." she stuttered.

"And don't worry," I brushed her bangs out of her face. "We'll discuss your punishment later."

I then shoved her to the ground. She let out a small cry of surprise, but immediately pulled out her cell phone. I watched her send the text just to make sure that she didn't give them any kind of hint that I knew what they had done, and then I took off toward the house, to show my family just what it meant to mess with me.

ALICE

Once I was sure that Kari and Kenzi were going to be okay, I led Ben, Rosalie, Bella, and Jasper out of the room, to give the sisters their privacy. I had planned to take the opportunity to discuss the war plans that Rosalie, the Denalis, and I made with Bella, Ben, and Jasper, but we were too worried that someone was going to stumble upon the room where the sisters were talking and didn't dare to go into another room.

I used that as an excuse not to bring the war up just yet. After all, the middle of a public hallway where anyone could hear us was hardly the place to discuss treason against our own brother. It was definitely asking for trouble. I was grateful to put it off actually. Especially when it came to Bella.

It was one thing to talk to Rosalie about her potentially having to fight her mate. At least with that case, we had some hope that Rosalie wouldn't have to fight Emmett. If we could just talk to him and convince him that Edward needed to be stopped then the two of them having to fight wouldn't even be an issue. It was extremely different circumstances with Bella and Edward.

I doubted very much that there was any chance at all that Edward would change within the month that I gave the others to create our army. That, of course, meant that Bella having to fight her husband was a very likely future for her. How the hell was I supposed to tell her that? Especially after everything that she's been through and everything that she's lost.

How was I supposed to tell her that there was a very real possibility that we'd have to kill the man she loved for the greater good of everyone? It wasn't right or fair of me to ask that of her. I knew we didn't have choice, but that didn't make things any easier really.

Which is why I was glad for the extra time to contemplate exactly how I was going to tell her.

We simply made ourselves comfortable in the hallway. That way we could easily divert attention from this particular room. Ben actually walked over and sat directly in front of the stairs, hoping to distract anyone who even came up them. Being the protective mother that I was, I slid to the floor, directly in front of the door to the room that they were in. Jasper, sensing my worry and fear, sat beside me and wrapped his arm tightly around me. He sent me a few waves of calm and whispered comforting things in my ear. Bella and Rosalie simply leaned against the wall across the hall from us.

The five of us sat in comfortable, but slightly tense, silence for a long time. It was a difficult time for me, at least. I didn't have Edward or Jasper's gifts, so I wasn't positive how it was for the others, but I was having a hard time keeping a lid on my emotions.

I kept fluctuating between anger at Edward for what he had done to Kenzi, relief that she was going to be alright between, sadness for what the girls were going through right now, fear that Edward was going to catch us, and worry over what the future held. Jasper did the best he could to keep up with me, but I knew it had to be extremely exhausting for him.

I was so lost in my own feelings that I didn't even register the fact that Rose's phone had buzzed until she was putting it away.

"He's on his way." she sighed. "Angela gives him about ten minutes."

"Okay," I sighed standing up. "Ben, would you go get Kari, please?"

He was already up and halfway to the room before I even finished the sentence. I stepped out of the way and he slipped inside. Seconds later, Rosalie's phone went off again. She whipped it out quickly and looked at the ID.

"It's Angela, again." she informed us before flipping it opened. "What's up Ang?" she asked.

"Rosalie, I'm so sorry, but he caught me." Angela's voice drifted through the phone. "He knows and he's on his way back. He's planning on punishing all of you for this."

I was surprised at the tone of hysteria in her voice. Angela was usually always composed and professional. She rarely ever lost it, and when she did, it was never this bad.

"Slow down, sweetheart." Rose cooed. "Start over. What happened?"

"Edward caught me spying. I tried to lie and tell him that I was just going for a walk, but he didn't believe it. And I'm so sorry Rose, but he threatened Coryn, and I couldn't let him hurt her. I told him exactly what he wanted to know and he's pissed. He says he's going to teach all of you not to mess with him. He also said that he was going to punish me later."

This definitely wasn't good at all. God only knew what he do to those two girls to punish them, and poor little Kenzi's body couldn't take much more physical punishment. She needed some time to recover before he went at her again. What were we gonna do?

The fear of being caught suddenly became a very strong reality for me and I didn't know what to do at all. I knew I had to do something, anything to keep Kenzi safe, but I didn't know what. This was enough to piss Edward off so bad that nothing I did would keep him from carrying out his punishments. He wouldn't let anyone stand in his way, even me.

"Alright." Rosalie said calmly, although I could see her shaking just a little. "First and foremost Angela, you need to calm down. I understand the horrible position that he put you in and I couldn't ask anything less than the decision that you made. We'll take care of things here. You just need to disappear for a couple hours. Go to Seattle and I'll call you when we've taken care of everything here. And don't worry about your family; we'll take care of them too. There's a safe place that we can send them."

"Okay." Angela said and I could hear her attempts at regaining composure. "Rose, I'm so sorry."

"No, Ang." Rosalie replied. "I'm sorry. We don't gotta a lot of time here, so I'll be in contact."

"Okay. I'll see you in a few hours then."

"Yeah."

"Bye."

"Bye."

Rosalie flipped the phone shut with a sigh just as Ben was walking out the door, with Kari in his arms.