Here is something a little different for you! We are letting you take a look into the mind of Edward! This starts at when he was taken to the station. And goes till the last chapter. Hope you enjoy it!

Thanks to Sally for all the help she gives, I couldn't do it without her!

OH READ THIS! I haven't had to do this in a while, but I think this chapter needs a warning…so yeah.

Epov

I looked over at Bella to see tears threatening to spill out of her eyes, her mouth gaped open in shock. I felt a tugging sensation in my chest at the look of absolute heartbreak on her face when my coworkers announced that we needed to be brought in for questioning. I watched her closely as her face slowly drained of color, and knew that I needed to step in and handle the situation as delicately as I could. I felt a rush of anger over whomever was bringing these charges against us. My wife was fucking pregnant with my child, and didn't need this kind of stress.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and exhaled sharply. It was hard to believe that someone killed that bastard, but at the same time, I was grateful to whomever did it. I was just jealous that it wasn't me that was able to look into that child beater's eyes as his life drained from his body. One thing was for certain now, though: Charles Swan would never darken our doorstep again.

"Can I have a minute with my wife?" I asked the men who have been my friends for years.

"Yeah, you may want her to change," Emmett said as I shook my head.

She had on a small pair of shorts and a tight tank top that wasn't going to fit much longer. Her belly was growing, and she was the most beautiful person in the world.

"Just give us two minutes," I said briskly as they nodded. I knew everything could be cleared up in a matter minutes.

"I'm scared," she whispered as we entered our room. I took hold of her face before I spoke.

"How did we meet?" I asked as a small smile flittered across her face.

"When you were out of town for the police convention," she said with a proud smile. I hadn't had to do this in a while, but it was so important now.

"Where, what state?" I asked quickly as I undressed her.

"Um..."

"Portland, Oregon. Remember that," I said as I helped her into her bra. "We spent time alone in the cabin for a week, remember?"

"Yeah," she said, sounding a little unsure. "We had a nice drive here."

"That's right," I said as we finished getting dressed. "It's no one's business how we are. You do not need to tell them about how you are punished. Do you understand? If you do, they will take you away, and when the baby is born, they will take her away, too, and you will never see either of us again," I explained as she started to cry. I knew I could trust her.

"Do we need a lawyer?" I asked once we were dressed and back downstairs.

"The Portland PD wanted to drag both of you back to Oregon tonight, but have agreed to question you here with Bella being pregnant and all. We don't know what they have planned, though," Jasper babbled. He tended to do that when he was nervous.

"So you don't know?" I asked, snapping at him. All he did was shake his head.

"They must have some kind of fucking evidence or they wouldn't come all this way," I replied, getting angry.

"The Chief knows more than we do. We were just sent to retrieve you," Ben offered as Bella tucked herself into my side. "We'll talk more at the station."

"Grab one of my hoodies from the closet. It gets cold in the station," I said to my wife before we headed outside. Ben didn't say anything more to me, and that made me nervous. This was bad, I could feel it. I had no clue what they could possibly have on either of us.

The ride to the station was long as hell, and Bella was as close to me as she could possibly get. I needed her to stay as stress-free as possible. I didn't want anything to happen to her or my daughter. Once we reached the station, all eyes were on me. My Chief was waiting next to the interrogation room, and my stomach dropped.

"Mrs. Cullen, you can come with me," a blond officer said.

"I don't want to go," she said as she hid herself behind me.

"Everything is going to be fine, Baby. Just tell them what they want to know, okay?" I reassured her as I pulled her into a hug. "Say it," I whispered into her ear.

"You are all I have. You are all I need. You are my life, Edward," she said as she cried. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Baby," I said as I let go of her, watching closely as she made her way to the second room.

My Chief motioned for me to follow him as he headed to the first room, on the other side of the hallway. The Chief never sat in on questioning anymore, and that made me really nervous. Once we were in the room, I started to pace; there was nothing else I could do.

"Have a seat, Edward," the Chief said, making me groan.

"What could they have on us to make them want to speak to me and my wife?"

"DNA, fingerprints, and a witness. From what I've been told, they want you for a long list of crimes," Chief said as my mouth dropped open and I fell into my seat.

"What the fuck?" I groaned, putting my face in my hands. "Why now? We have been together for a year and a half."

"I guess it took time for them to find everything they were looking for," he said as I rolled my eyes.

"Why do they need to question Bella, too?"

"You know as well as anyone that it's just protocol."

"Do they think she had anything to do with it? Neither one of us did anything wrong! Everything we did was legal," I said as I clenched my fists.

At that moment, another officer let herself into the interrogation room, snapping the door shut behind her.

"Edward, this is Detective Uley. She is going to be heading up the investigation," the Chief explained as Uley shook my hand.

"Tell me what happened the last time you saw Charles Swan," she started. I knew as soon as I spoke, it wasn't going to sound good at all, but I also knew that I had no choice.

"We had an…altercation," I explained, balling my fists again. "We had just gone to court so he could sign guardianship of Bella over to me. Chief, he didn't even fight me for rights. He wanted me to take her! He was a piece of shit!"

"That doesn't give anyone the right to kill," the Chief said with a slight raise of his voice.

"I understand that, but I just want you to know that anyone could have killed him," I said, crossing my arms over my chest. "Did you work with him?" I asked Uley.

"That has nothing do with this," she said emotionlessly. "When did you get into the altercation?"

"I went back to the cabin I was renting to change before I picked up Bella. He followed me, and he was calling me a pervert and what not, so I punched him in the mouth. His teeth cut my knuckles. That one punch made him fall to the ground, so I called him a pussy and spit on him," I said as the Chief covered his face.

"Did you threaten him so he would give up his rights?" she asked.

"No. I said I wanted to be her guardian, and I wanted to bring her back here, and then he said 'no problem. It will be nice to get away from her,'" I explained, grinding my teeth together. "I have no clue what his problem was. He was fine with it, like I said before. He wanted me to take her. The judge we saw asked him three times if that was what he truly wanted. Ask him yourself. I didn't do anything wrong," I said as the Chief nodded in agreement.

"How did you and Bella meet?" Uley asked, moving right along.

"We met at the Shop and Go. I watched as her father elbowed her in the side of her head while she was bending over. He even pushed her into the cart, hurting her ribs. When he walked away from her, I went up to her to make sure she was okay. I knew of Swan because I had met him the day before. He was talking to another guy about what a fucking bitch his daughter was, but as soon as I talked to her, I knew she was anything but a bitch," I said as Uley nodded.

"And what day was that?"

"Oh, jeez...well over a year ago. Sometime around the end of May," I said, not recalling the actual date.

"You took a lot of time off work when you got back. Why was that?" Uley asked as I worked to keep my temper in check.

"Bella only had her finals left to take, really, so I home-schooled her. Plus, we were planning our wedding. What does it matter?" I asked.

"Were the two of you coming up with a story so they would be the same?" the Chief asked.

"NO!" I yelled. They were crossing every line there was. "Do you really think my wife would have married me if I killed her father?!"

"Did she help you? He was abusive toward her, you said so yourself," Uley said as I glared daggers at her.

"She loved that piece of shit! Bella has the kindest heart of everyone I've ever known! Yes, she was very happy to be away from him, but she would never hurt anyone!" I explained, aggravated.

"Well, we know the apple doesn't fall far from the tree with her punching some girl in the face," Uley said as I jumped up from my seat.

"This is about me! This is not about my wife! What the fuck are you playing at? Is Bella in trouble?" I asked as my hands shook.

"No, we just need to know everything that happened," she said, unfazed by my outburst.

"What else do you need to know?" I questioned, ready to be done with this whole thing.

"How did you approach Officer Swan about taking guardianship of his daughter?" the Chief asked.

"I overheard one of his buddies ask if his kid was legal yet. Swan told him no, but that as soon as she was, he would let him know," I explained as I swallowed back the bile. "His buddy went on to compliment the bruise that he had seen on her face that morning. They laughed about every mark or bruise that he had given her."

I was glad when the room fell quiet at my admission. My head was killing me.

"I know I did the right thing by taking her away. The things my wife told me were all similar shit to what we heard when we worked the Masen case," I said as the Chief winced. "If she would have stayed any longer, he probably would have raped her."

"When was the last time you saw him alive?" the Chief asked me.

"When I punched him," I said. "He cursed my name all the way to his car."

"When did you leave Portland?"

"I don't know the exact date; you'll have to check. I stayed a week longer because Bella hurt her ankle," I explained to him as Uley made a note.

"Sit tight; we'll be back in a minute," Uley said as the Chief followed her out of the room. I was going crazy with worry. I couldn't believe this was happening. I wanted to know what was going on with Bella. I knew she was scared, and I hoped she wasn't stressing too much. I just wanted to go home and hold her.

"Mr. Cullen, please stand up," Uley said. My eyes grew wide as she pulled out her handcuffs. "You are under arrest for the kidnapping of Isabella Swan, transportation of a minor over state lines, and the murder of Charles Swan," she said as she brought my arms behind my back.

"Wait a minute!" I tried to say as the Chief walked in.

"The District Attorney is ready to take this to trial. They feel they have a solid case. You will be taken back to Portland for your arraignment on Monday morning," Chief said with no emotion. I wasn't expecting anything from him, but a little clue would've been nice.

"Wait! Just give me a fucking minute. Can I at least give my wife our debit card? She doesn't have her own," I said as Uley nodded.

"Edward!" I heard Bella yell in a panic as she ran to me. "What's going on?"

"Everything is going to be fine, Baby. This is all a huge misunderstanding. Bella, look at me," I said, gaining her full attention. "Get my wallet out of my back pocket." She was frozen in her spot, so Emmett stepped up to do it for her.

"What's the pin, man?" he asked as he tried to comfort my wife.

"Our house number. Baby!" I said loudly as her eyes finally looked into mine. "Are you listening to me?"

"Yes...our house number," she said as I nodded.

"Call my dad. He will know what to do." All she did was nod. "I love you."

"I love you, too," she cried as Uley pulled me away. "Emmett, stay with her, please?" I begged as I looked over my shoulder. Before we could round the corner, I saw my beautiful wife break down.

~~~~~AOMM~~~~

"How could this happen?" my father asked, pacing the room in front of me.

He said it so quietly, I wasn't sure if the question was meant for me to hear or not.

"This is fucking impossible," he griped a little louder. "These charges are completely bogus. They have nothing!"

His phone beeped at that moment, and I watched warily as he took it out of his pocket, reading whatever was sent before quickly typing out his own reply.

"Half a million fucking dollars for this shit?" he snapped, closing his phone and placing it back in his pants pocket.

I remained silent on the couch in our hotel room, knowing that anything I said now would be used against me later by this man. To be honest, most of what he was muttering about was going above my head, anyway. I could only assume that the money he was talking about was my court fees and what not.

"I'll pay you back," I promised.

My father's head snapped up and he looked at me like he was surprised I was still in the room.

"I'm not worried about your bail," he said, waving off my concern. "I just want you back home where you belong. The charges were completely ridiculous and a waste of time. And the new charges that they are still trying to gather evidence for, aren't going to stick anyway. I have half a mind to sue the State of Oregon for putting us out like this."

I dropped my head into my hands and groaned. This ordeal still wasn't behind us. The defense wanted more time to come up with more evidence, which just meant that they didn't have shit on me and needed more time to try and dig something out of their asses. The judge was a fucking crook for agreeing to it. I scrubbed my hands over my face tiredly. This was going to be a long wait until my trial.

"You think you have it bad now," my father chuckled, "just wait until your court appointed attorney visits with Hale. That's a bitch that doesn't know a woman's place."

I looked up to see an angry glint in my father's eyes.

"Meddling her abnormally large nose into business where it doesn't belong, and thinking she's on top of the world. What she needs is a strong man to knock her ass down a few pegs and show her where she really belongs. On her fucking stomach on the floor, beneath us men."

I rubbed at my temples with my fingers, knowing that once Carlisle got started on women and their places, he was not going to let go of his tirade anytime soon.

"It's going to be up to you to put her in her place," he said sharply, knocking me over the head with the palm of his hand.

I held up my hands and quickly nodded. "Don't know what all I can do," I argued weakly. "Is she really that bad?"

The dark chuckle my father let out had the hair on my neck standing on end. "She will fucking ruin you," he said.

I stood up with my fists clenched at my sides. "I won't let her," I vowed.

Carlisle nodded and clapped me on the shoulder. "Then you need to act like you are being cooperative when she makes her visits," he advised urgently. "And when she thinks she has the upper hand, you show her where she really belongs."

"I will," I said confidently. "That bitch won't know what hit her."

~~~~~AOMM~~~~~

We had to stay in Portland to get all the money we had come into settled. I never would've thought that Swan would have had such a life insurance policy on himself. Two million dollars was a lot. We transferred the money into my account so that Bella couldn't get to it. If she knew she could have money, then she might leave me, and that couldn't happen. The realtor put the house up for sale and estimated it to sell at a hundred grand. My dad said at least she brought in enough cash for us to live off of. I was shocked that it took less than a month to sell the house. With the way everything was going, I was sure it was the calm before the storm, but I really needed him to be proud of me.

~~~~AOMM~~~~

I knew transitioning back into a routine at home was going to be difficult, but I didn't expect it to be this bad. I thought that once Bella had the baby and I showed my father the man I could be, he would let up on me, but he never did. I had tried and tried, over and over again to gain his approval, but it never came. Every time I had to punish Bella, he would punish me in some way for failing. I loved Bella so much. She and Ava were my life, but I knew I was going to fail them one way or the other.

The day Ava was born was the most amazing day of my life. Bella did great, and I couldn't wait to add to my family, but I was sure Bella felt differently. She would give me what I wanted, though; she always did. When she spoke back to me, I wanted to throw her into a closet for the simple fact that I knew I was going to hear about it later from my father.

Things were so tense that everyone was on edge, and my father and I were at each other's throats. The things he wanted me to do, I just couldn't do them. Bella was doing great, and I wanted her to know it. My father said that if you tell a woman they are doing well at their job, then they'll stop trying. I saw the reaction I was getting from Bella just by helping her more around the house, and I knew that his statement wasn't completely true. Not when it came to my wife, at least. The more I praised her, the more willing she seemed to want to get things done.

It was mid-February when it all came to a head, and I knew that something inside me needed to change — and fast. Bella was mine, not my father's, but if I continued on the path I was on, I was going to lose her to him in the worst possible way.

"Ava is young," my father said, taking a sip of his brandy. "You have the opportunity to train her from scratch, to make her the perfect child and future woman. But you have to act now."

I sipped at my rum and coke and thought about what Carlisle was trying to say, but this wasn't some random woman we were talking about. This was my two month old daughter we were discussing.

"I don't understand," I replied slowly.

I flinched instinctively as Carlisle slammed his glass on his desk, glaring daggers into my eyes. "I mean that you need to start punishing Ava now. Show her that she is a woman, and make her see where her place is from a young age. Start off slowly…with spankings. That should be enough for her first year, and then you can move up to putting her in the closet."

I stared dumbly at the man that I have looked up to for over twenty-five years. Surely he wasn't serious. Spank a two month old? For what?

"What exactly am I spanking my daughter for?" I asked through clenched teeth.

"Ava is a brat!" he said harshly. "She cries nonstop when she wants something or when she doesn't get her way. Spanking her will shut her up and will help her recognize her place. You and Bella coddling her and tending to her every beck and call is not helping her. It's hindering her, and it's going to hurt her in the long run."

"You're fucking insane!" I bit out, standing up.

I was through with this. He obviously had too much to drink and wasn't thinking rationally. Spanking a baby was absurd, and even I wasn't fucked up enough to consider it.

The room was deathly quiet, save for our heavy breathing as we both glared at one another over my father's desk. I was not going to bend on this, though. Ava was my daughter — not his.

"You better fucking apologize," my father whispered menacingly.

I gulped audibly and took a step back.

"No. Spanking Ava right now is out of the question. Maybe in a few years, when she's old enough to understand right from wrong, but not right now. She's a baby and doesn't know any better. She cries to let us know she's hungry. We cater to her because that is what we're supposed to do as her fucking pa-"

My head flew to the side as my father pulled back his hand, cutting me off in mid-sentence. It wasn't the first time he had hit me, and I knew that he hadn't put his full strength into it judging from the fact that I was still standing. My hands clenched at my sides once more and I locked my knees.

"Apologize!" he screamed.

"Fuck. You," I whispered.

He rose up his hand to strike me again when I reached out and shoved him backwards. Not hard, but hard enough to cause him to stumble away from me, which was exactly what I needed.

"I'm fucking out of here," I bit out.

"Sit down!" Carlisle roared right as my phone started to ring.

I looked back to him to see that his eyes were dark in anger, his face was red, and he was visibly shaking. I had never seen him so angry in my life, and I knew then that I had crossed the line. You never went against what Carlisle Cullen said and then live to tell about it. I was fucked.

My phone rang again, and I pulled it out of my pocket to answer it, but it was quickly taken away from me.

"I don't know who you think you are. I am your father, and you are my son; you will show me the respect I deserve. I thought allowing you to get married was going to make you a better man, but it has turned you into a pussy!" he yelled at me.

I knew better than to say anything else. My phone rang again three more times, each time going to voicemail.

"What the fuck could she want?" Dad yelled as he listened to the voicemails Bella was leaving for me.

"Edward, please call me. Ava is sick and she needs to go to the doctor. Please call me," Bella's voice said as I jumped to my feet.

"I didn't say you could move," he said, pushing me back down into my seat.

"You heard Bella, I need to go," I pleaded. My little girl was sick, and I knew she and my wife needed me.

"I'm sure Bella can handle it. We both know she doesn't need you," he spat as my stomach turned.

"She does! How is she going to get my daughter to the doctor?" I asked as a lump formed in my throat.

"Esme!" Dad yelled. After a few minutes, Mom walked in looking as nervous as I felt.

"What can I do for you?" she asked, looking down at her hands.

"Has your phone rung?" he asked her.

"Yes, Sir, but you said not to bother you," she said as he nodded. My mom wasn't allowed to answer any phone calls unless she was given permission.

"Good; keep it that way. Do not answer your phone unless you want some special time later," he said as I watched my mother visibly shake. I knew my father was harsher than I ever wanted to be when it came to punishments.

"I understand, Sir," she said as she looked at me tearfully. We both knew there was nothing we could do to help.

"Leave!" he barked, making her jump before she was out of the room. "Oh, look, she's calling again. I wonder what she's going to do? With you being such a fuck up, I'm sure your wife will hate you before the end of the day," he said as I bit the inside of my cheek.

"Dad, I'm sorry I pushed you and swore at you; I know better than to do that. Please let me take my daughter to the doctor."

"No. If you think you are the man of your house, then let's just see what your little wife does when you can't be there. You may go to prison for the rest of your life, and then what? It's going to take me years to find a man good enough to take care of them. I know I can't do it forever," he said as my fists clenched. "What kind of man do you want her to marry? A pussy like you, or a man like me?"

"Dad, I don't know how to make this better!" I begged desperately. "I'll do anything, but don't make Ava suffer for my mistakes."

"It's your fault that she's suffering," he said as tears sprung to my eyes. "She didn't ask to be born to a little girl and a man who does nothing but fuck up."

"Dad…"

"Enough!" he yelled as he charged me.

I had thought so many times of just hitting him back, but I knew better. The end result would be worse for me. His fist hit my chest, knocking the wind out of me as he forced a pillow over my face. I learned long ago not to fight it, because struggling always made it worse. I did my best to breathe as he put his body weight onto the pillow. Just as I started to see spots, he pulled away, and I sucked in air like I was never going to get it again. I felt the skin on my scalp pull up as he grabbed the hair at the back of my neck. I looked up, willing myself to calm down so I didn't strike him. To my surprise, he quickly brought out a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket before quickly cuffing me to the chair. Giving me a smug look, he walked back over to his desk and sat back down behind his computer. I didn't know what he was doing, and I wasn't sure I wanted to. He clicked around on his computer for a moment before turning it around so that the screen was facing me.

"Take a look at this," he said as my eyes went wide.

"Please let me take her," I said as my emotions started to get the best of me. I pulled at the cuffs as I watched Bella try to care for our daughter. "When did you put cameras in my house?"

"You mean my house?" he spat as I closed my mouth. "Did you really think I wouldn't? Do you really think I trust a fuck up like you?"

"Dad, I'm sorry. I'm doing the best I can."

"No you are not! I have watched you bow down to that little bitch! I've watched you help her when she should be waiting on you hand and foot. Does she suck your dick that well?" he said as I swallowed thickly.

"I'm sorry; I'll do better," I promised as he walked up behind me. He placed his hands on each of my shoulders and pressed his fingertips into my pressure points, making me yell out in pain.

"Pussy," Dad said as I groaned in pain. I watched as Bella carried Ava around while she was putting things in the diaper bag. Was she just going to walk to the doctor? Was Ava that sick? I knew she had a cold, but maybe she was just overreacting.

"Edward, where are you? Ava's sick and Bella called Ali freaking out. She's taking her to the doctor…call me," I heard Jasper say through the voicemail on my phone.

It seemed like Bella was doing everything in her power to get in touch with me, and I was powerless to get to her.

"Told you so," Dad said as he slapped me in the face.

"I get! I get it! I'm a fuck up, and I know I will never be good enough. I'm so sorry. I don't know how to make it better," I said as my tears came.

"You need to fucking listen to me!" he yelled.

"Okay!" I conceded.

I watched as Alice showed up at the house, and she and Bella left with Ava. I needed to be there. They needed me, and I couldn't be there so she found someone that could be.

"That's what you get really," Dad started to say. "Allowing her to have friends, gives her the means of not needing you."

"I know, but Alice is going to be family," I said, trying to plead my case.

"Then they shouldn't have been friends before then!" he yelled as I nodded. I had made too many mistakes, and I didn't know how to make them better.

"You can go home now, but if I find out that you went to the doctor instead, I will keep you here or keep them here, and I'll make you be the one to choose," he said as I nodded. I knew I didn't want either of those scenarios to happen.

As soon as I was un-cuffed, I was out the door. I drove to my house quickly, and allowed myself to get lost in my own head. I had so much to make right, but I didn't know if I was going to have time to make my father proud of me. Not only that, but I wasn't sure how I was going to prove to him that Bella and Ava needed me — only me, and that I was the man they deserved. There was nothing I wouldn't do to keep them with me always.

I think my heart broke a little with this chapter…let me know what you are thinking? I'll see you next Monday!