A/N Hey! Long time no see! I know. Things have been crazy. I'm trying to downsize because the less I have, the less I have to pack. Setting up stuff for the new place! It's exciting but annoying and exhausting at the same time. But I'm getting there bit by bit. Do you realize I'm moving Avengers and NFL draft weekend? NOT COOL! That's gonna drive me nuts!

Sideline won favorite LMAO fic in the Twific awards! Thank you all for that. I decided to thank you by finally posting one of the outtakes! This is the much requested viewpoint of the Bella high chapter from EPOV. I hope you enjoy getting another look into his head. One more coming and that's it for the outtakes for now! I know some of you want a look ahead at marriage and babies but I haven't "seen" that yet so it's not written. But never say never!

Thanks for all the love for the epilogue! Such a blast that one was. I'm nearly caught up with review replies! So now I'm posting again. haha I'll post the other outtake soon and then Summer Girl will start. I'm spreading it out to cover this whole moving thing, because every time I sit down I think of something I need to go through. Ugh. Also some gals to me to watch Game of Thrones and yeah, I binged that in a week's time. Crazy. Can't wait for the final season!

Okay, enough babbling! Happy reading and I'll see you soon! Love you all and much thanks to Jenrar for her awesome beta skills!

To All the Boys EPOV Chapter 26 Outtake

Tonight wasn't supposed to end this way. We should be heading to the diner with Cat in the backseat telling one of her stories, giggling away. And I should be holding Bella's hand, stroking my thumb over her soft skin instead of her holding her wrist against her torso.

I knew where he lived even though I'd never been there. We were practically still neighbors after all. Neighbors who never saw or spoke to each other. It was weird that he lived so close. He'd replaced us, after all, so why should he want to stay in virtually the same place?

Bella let out a little muffled gasp of pain, and I shook my thoughts out of my head. He wasn't what mattered right now. Bella was. She was all that mattered. I'd promised Cat I'd get her help, and I was going to, no matter what.

I pulled up in front of the house and took a few moments to get myself together. The last time I'd spoken to my father had been…not good. I needed to put that away here and now. I shut off the engine and hurried around to help Bella, careful to help her to her feet as gently as I could. I didn't want to jostle her arm in any way.

We got to the front door and I knocked lightly. Bella shot me a confused look, and I shrugged my shoulder.

"They have a baby."

I had a brother. A baby brother. I'd always wanted one, but this wasn't exactly how I'd pictured it happening. Not as a replacement for me.

Nobody came to the door, which wasn't a surprise. It was late and they had a baby. I was thankful I'd grabbed my phone along with my keys and jacket when Angela came to find me. Bella looked at me again, that same confused look on her face.

"I grabbed it when Angela told me you were hurt. I knew I'd need my keys to get you help."

The phone barely rang once before he answered. "Edward?" He sounded weird. Probably just didn't want his forgotten son waking up his new one.

"Dad. I'm outside your house. My girlfriend hurt her wrist and needs it looked at."

"I'd be happy to. I'll be down in just a minute, okay?"

"Okay. Thanks."

I slipped my arm round Bella as the porch light came on. It was open and there was my dad, smiling at me as if no time had passed.

"Edward!"

But time had passed. I wasn't here for a social call. I was here for her. "Dad. This is Bella. She fell off the bleachers and hurt her wrist. We think it's broken."

Dad shifted his attention where it belonged. "Hi, Bella. It's nice to meet you. I wish it were under other circumstances. I'll be happy to take a look at you, but if it's broken, we'll need to get you into the hospital so I can set it and get a cast on you."

Not good. I wrapped both of my arms around Bella as she started to freak out again, shaking her head frantically. "Shh, Bella. It'll be okay. Nothing bad is going to happen to you. I promise."

Bella turned into me, trying to hide from her fear of the hospital.

"She's phobic of the hospital. Can you do what you can here? Maybe give her something?" I rubbed Bella's back, trying to keep her calm. She was probably causing herself more pain.

"I can, but I'll need permission from her father since I assume she's underage?"

I nodded. "She's seventeen."

He nodded. "Okay. Bring her inside."

My dad left to get something to help Bella, and I helped her into the living room. There was baby stuff everywhere, but I did my best to ignore it. It wasn't my house, after all.

"My dad is going to call your dad and get permission to treat you."

Bella nodded and clutched her arm, glancing around the room.

"Okay. Just don't let him take me to the hospital."

I sighed because I didn't want to lie to her. If it was broken, we had no choice. I crouched in front of her, taking in her pretty, pain-filled face.

"And if your wrist is broken?"

She gave a little shrug with her good arm.

"Maybe he can set it with those plastic rings over there?" I suggested, pointing to the baby toy, trying to take her mind off hospitals and pain. I was rewarded with her beautiful laugh.

"Red is my color," she informed me, making me laugh and shake my head at her. She was so damn cute and funny. She never failed to make me laugh. It was one of the first things I'd truly loved about her.

"What am I gonna do with you?"

"I can think of several things."

Oh, jeez. The effect she had on me was immediate, as always. I felt myself getting hard and willed it to go away.

"Bella…"

"What?" she asked in that sweet, breathy voice that she got whenever we were making out. It did absolutely nothing with my rapidly hardening dick.

"No starting something we can't begin to finish tonight."

She flashed a devilish little smirk and no doubt would have had something to say to that, but I was saved by my dad coming back into the room. I was almost glad to see him. Almost.

Bella took one look at the black bag, and I saw her tense up, so I moved next to her on the couch, taking her good hand in mine. Dad sat on the other side, stashing his bag out of her line of vision, which was probably a good idea.

"I called your father and got permission to treat you. It took some fast talking to keep him from hopping in his cruiser with the lights on."

Bella let out a little groan and leaned into me.

"I think he's likely on the way, regardless." Of course he was. Charlie Swan loved his daughters. He wasn't about to trust my dad's word that she was okay. He was a good father. Unlike some people.

Bella nodded. "Sorry about that."

"It's not a problem at all. I'm glad you came to me." Dad was looking at me as he said it, and I wasn't sure what to do with it, so I did nothing.

He gave me a small smile. "Okay, Bella. I'm going to look at your wrist now. I'll be gentle, I promise."

Bella burrowed her head into my neck as Dad examine her. She let out a gasp at his first touch, and I glared at him, silently telling him to be gentle.

"Well, even though I don't have an x-ray to confirm it, you do have a break here."

She sniffled but didn't lift her head from my neck.

"I'm going to give you something to help with the pain after I give your dad another call to update him."

Good. She needed something before we tried to get her to the hospital. I was glad her dad was likely going to be here so he could give me back-up when it came to making her go.

Dad gave me a nod as he headed out of the room again. I let go of Bella's hand and slipped my arm around her, rubbing her back again and trying to give her support.

"It's going to be just fine, I promise. My dad has set more than his fair share of breaks, including a few of my own." Funny that I just now remembered that.

"Yeah?" she asked, finally looking up at me so I could see her beautiful face. "Like what?"

I smiled at the memories of my own mishaps. "I broke my left arm twice. Once when I was five and fell out of a tree. The other time I was around seven, I think?"

"Eight," Dad corrected as he came back from wherever he'd gone. "He slid into second base face first. Just about stopped my heart when he screamed and started clutching his arm."

He remembered? Huh.

Bella let out a little giggle. "You screamed? I didn't scream."

I laughed and tugged lightly on her hair. "I was eight. I wasn't all grown and manly yet."

"Bella, I need you to take this for me." Dad held out a pill and some water. "This will help you relax."

Yes, please. She needed it. We both did, honestly. I felt tense as hell, both from worrying about her and from being around my father.

My strong girl sat up and took the pill.

"Is this going to help with the pain?"

"Some," Dad told her, sitting next to her again. "There's not much we can give for broken bones, unfortunately. You can take any over-the-counter pain medication."

He added, "Your dad is on the way."

"You're taking me to the hospital, aren't you?" Her voice got progressively louder with each word.

"Just relax, Bella. Nobody is taking you anywhere just yet. We're going to let that pill help you out, and I'm going to wrap your wrist." Dad kept his voice calm and soothing, and I was glad of it. If he'd snapped at her, I would have snapped back.

I rubbed her back as my dad put a bandage around her wrist, keeping his touch light. Bella started to lean into me more and more as he worked, and when he was done, she just slid against me like she'd gone boneless.

"What did you give her?" I asked, tightening my hold on her so she didn't fall to the floor. I'd never seen anyone react that strongly or quickly to medication.

"It's just a mild sedative. Charlie gave me permission. He said she's completely phobic of anything to do with hospitals, and I'm sorry, son, but we have to take her to set it. This way, she won't be scared."

Yes. It was for the best. I wanted my Bella to get through this with as minimal trauma as possible.

"Can you take me to bed?" Bella asked, her voice slightly slurred.

Shit. Those were words I definitely wanted to hear, but now was not the time. I coughed while my father laughed.

"Good thing she asked that before her father got here."

"Yeah." Thank God.

"Are you being careful?" my dad asked.

I wasn't sure what I was going to say, possibly something about it not being his business, but Bella piped up before I could.

"He's very careful. He's so kind and gentle except sometimes when he kisses me and I get all hot and…"

Fucking hell. I wanted to hear everything she had to say about that but not now. Talk about the worst time ever. "Bella! You're killing me! Please stop talking."

"Am I talking? I'm quite sure I'm not. I'm just thinking. I feel all good and floaty like I did that time…"

Oh, God. Don't talk about that time! "Dad, give her something else that will knock her out before Charlie gets here. He has a gun."

I was willing to beg. Charlie and I were cool so far, but if she kept talking about the things I did that made her feel good, I had a feeling he'd no longer like me, and he might stop me from seeing her.

My dad just laughed and shook his head.

"What's wrong?" Bella mumbled, because she hadn't a clue about much of anything at the moment.

"You're high. You should have given her half a dose," I added, glaring at my father.

"Apparently," he agreed. "At least she's going to go without complaint."

"I never complain. What are you even talking about?"

Somehow, Bella could still make me laugh even when I was fearing for my life. It was no wonder I loved her. I wish she and I were alone while she was spilling all her thoughts, though. I would love to actually enjoy them in private.

"Carlisle, what's… Oh! Hello, Edward."

I jerked my head in response. It was enough that I had to deal with my dad tonight. I wasn't in the mood to make small talk with her..

"Who is it? I have to open my eyes to find out! That's not cool. But at least I can look at Edward's pretty face then, so it's worth it."

I fought back a laugh. She was killing me. And pretty? Really? "My face is not pretty."

Gorgeous, stoned brown eyes met mine. "Well, not right now." She put her fingers on my face, and I wasn't sure what she was doing. "Smile." She gave me a goofy one of her own that made me smile despite myself. I loved this crazy girl.

The baby cooed or something, and Bella looked that way.

"Pretty brunette woman holding a baby. Oh! This is his stepmother and his brother. Baby!" She held her hands out, as if summoning the kid over to her.

When nothing happened, she frowned and said, "Rude."

I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing my ass off. High Bella was awesome when she wasn't talking about our sex life.

My dad stepped in. "Esme. This is Edward's girlfriend, Bella. She hurt her wrist, and I've given her something to take away the pain."

"I feel fine," Bella announced, struggling to sit up. I adjusted her, and made sure that she was leaning into me, because I didn't trust her to be able to keep herself up. She sent me a beaming grin. "Thank you. I can hold the baby, you know. I used to hold Alice all the time."

My dad's wife smiled and brought the baby over. "I'm sure you can, but maybe we'll wait until your wrist isn't hurting." She glanced my way. "This is Alexander. We call him Alex."

I knew that, of course. I'd seen the birth announcement they sent me. But he'd been red and wrinkled then. Now he was bigger and had normal coloring. He had some light hair and blue eyes and seemed to be staring at me.

"Aww. He's cute. At least I think he's cute. He's kind of blurry. Probably because he just woke up."

Bella's babble had us all confused, and suddenly she shushed me, putting her finger over my lips.

"Shh! Don't insult the baby. He's your brother."

Now she thought her words were mine? I sighed and shook my head. "I know. I didn't insult him. You called him blurry."

"Oh. He doesn't seem amused anymore. Emotions are tough. I'm going to help, though. That's my job as the girlfriend. And not even with a contract or anything."

Christ. I didn't know what was worse, Bella talking about sex or Bella talking about our contract. I didn't want to explain either to them. Not that I really could, because she wasn't making a whole lot of sense, even to me.

"What is she talking about?" Esme asked.

I sighed. "Nothing. She's voicing her every thought because of the drugs my dad gave her." Hopefully that was all they needed to know.

"I'm sorry. I'll stop thinking," Bella assured us. "Was that possible? Thoughts were always there. Even now I was thinking. The baby is really cute."

"Thank you. We like him," Esme responded, smiling indulgently at my girl. The baby, Alex-my brother-gurgled.

"We should babysit him for you sometime. I'm a good babysitter. And then Edward will get to know his brother. I know it's all weird and stuff, but siblings should love each other and be together. My Rose is allllll the way on the other side of the world, and I miss her a lot. Let's call her. Can I call her? Edward, get my phone. It's in my pocket. You're allowed to touch me there. Anywhere, really."

God help me, we were back to the sex talking. Every part of my body was on alert, and my dick was ready to perk back up, despite my dad, brother, and stepmother all being in the room. There was something so hot about Bella voicing those dirtier thoughts of hers. She was so innocent but so imaginative, and I wanted to do so many things with her. But I had to nip this in the bud.

"Oh, God. Please stop talking. I beg of you. I'll do anything if you just stop speaking, especially when your dad is here." I needed not to die so that I could do those things to her.

My dad and Esme were laughing loudly, and my brother even seemed to be enjoying it, gurgling and sucking on his fist.

I tugged my hair, frustrated, wanting so badly to have her alone so I could touch her, except I couldn't because she was high and I'd never take advantage of her like that. Maybe I could get her to tell me all her thoughts sometime soon when we were alone, minus the medication. I'd love to know what went on in that quirky head of hers, without the threat of impending death at the hands of her father, that is.

"Do you hurt?" Bella asked, reaching a hand toward where I was tugging on my hair.

"I'm not hurt right now, but I will be if you say certain things in front of your dad."

Bella nodded. "Right. Okay. I can do this. Especially since he promised he'd do anything. I have lots of ideas for anything."

And, we officially had lift off. My cock didn't care that it had an audience. Bella's innocently dirty words were too much to bear.

"Bella!"

"Oops. I could do this. I could be quiet."

I hoped like hell that was true. Charlie would be here any moment.

"But first… You'll babysit your brother with me and get to know him?"

Why, you beautiful little manipulator. Like I could say no? "Yes. I swear."

"Hold him now," she demanded, pointing at the baby.

"This was cool. I had power. He had to do what I said."

"I'm going to remember this," I told her, wishing like hell she'd wield her power over me when we were alone. I'd love to see what she'd make me do then.

"Of course you will! It's the first time you're gonna hold your baby brother. Do it! Since I can't." She gave me this sweet, drugged smile, and I couldn't begin to resist. Plus it would be easier to think non-sexual thoughts with a baby in my arms. That was a sexual result I didn't want or need to think about for a long time.

Esme smiled at me as she passed Alexander over to me. He made another gurgling noise and whacked me in the chin with a wet hand. Yuck.

"He looks a lot like you did when you were little," Dad told me quietly. He was looking at me kinda weird. Almost wistful maybe?

"Probably because of the baby," Bella randomly announced. I had no idea what she was talking about though.

"Alex is very cute, and he kinda looks like Edward. His hair is lighter and his eyes are blue instead of beautiful green, but that's a pretty Edward face in there."

Well, being called pretty again helped the problem down below somewhat. Way to emasculate me, baby.

"I'm not pretty. It's handsome. And Alex has a cute face, because he's a baby."

"So pretty." She touched my face so softly, so sweetly. I couldn't be annoyed with her even if I tried. Then she ran a finger over Alex's face next. "Take a picture. Where's my phone?"

"I've got the picture," Dad said. I glanced over to see him holding his phone, snapping away. Weird.

"Okay, good. I could rest now. Edward was bonding with his brother. That was the goal."

Goal? There was a goal?

"What goal?"

"I don't know." Bella closed her eyes and leaned her head on my shoulder. "This is good. I love Edward."

"I love you, too, baby. Go to sleep."

And blessedly, somehow she did. I had Bella sleeping on my shoulder and Alex on my lap, patting my face and babbling away.

"I can take him, if you want," Esme suggested, sounding nervous. I wasn't sure if it was me who made her nervous or me holding her kid.

"He's okay." And he kind of was. Bella was right. I wasn't pretty, he was cute and I could see that he kind of did look like me, from baby pictures.

My dad took a few more pictures, smiling some more.

A couple of minutes later, Alex started crying and Esme held out her hands. "He probably needs to be changed."

I handed him over quickly, making my dad laugh again. Hey, I wasn't crazy. I didn't want a wet, or worse, kid on my lap, and I didn't want him waking up Bella. She needed to sleep until those drugs were out of her system, for all of our sakes.

Esme left the room, and Dad sat down again, this time next to me.

"Bella seems like a really great girl," he murmured quietly.

"She is."

"I thought you were dating that other girl."

I glanced over at him, surprised. "How do you know about Tanya? We started dating after you left."

"I've talked to your mom on occasion. And I never left you, Edward. I left your mother, but I've always been right here."

I wasn't sure what to do with that. I couldn't think about it right now. I focused on the girl in my arms. My feelings about her didn't confuse me like my feelings for him and this situation did.

"Tanya and I broke up in September. Bella and I started out as friends, and then she just became everything."

"I can see that. And it's clear she loves you just as much." He chuckled lightly. "She told us, after all."

I laughed as I held her to me. "I never doubted it."

He nodded, and his face got serious. "You know, I'm enjoying having a baby around again, but I don't want to be a grandfather so…"

I shook my head. "I'm not. We haven't." I left the big word unsaid. Yet.

"Well, when you do, because I heard everything she said," he added with a smirk. "Just be safe. If you need any protection, I can take care of it."

God. This was nearly as bad as Bella spewing details in her drugged state. "I've got it under control, Dad."

"Good. You know…"

Knocking on the door interrupted whatever he was going to say, and I was grateful. Charlie was here and Bella was out for the count. There'd been enough uncomfortable talk this evening to last me a lifetime.

Dad got to his feet and smiled. "Come on. Let's take care of your girl while she's out. I don't think any of us want her to wake up before we're finished."

That was so true. He laughed at my expression.

"Your secret's safe with me, son."

I believed him, for the first time in too long to think about. He headed to the door, and I shifted Bella in my arms so that I could stand and carry her to the car. She mumbled another "I love you," and I froze, but thankfully nothing else was said.

"I love you, too, crazy girl." Life was a lot more chaotic with Bella in it, but I wouldn't trade a single thing about us.