A/N: I don't own this, we all know who does. If I did, Rpattz would be readying my shower. I have yet to take one today. Fan fic, burp clothes, and candy bar grams have consumed me. :D

This is unbeta'd, so any and all mistakes belong to me. The skin on my hands is killing me. I need to put my fancy lotion on, it smells good. :)

This is for my wifey, Mrs. Robward. She thinks she's the Barbara Hershey character in Beaches, but she's TOTALLY the Bette Midler character. I'm Barbara, hiding in the background while she flits around and chases her dreams. :D Silly girl... :D Plus she has curly hair and mine is bone straight. See, I'm so right on this. :D

Thanks to Luxure & EdwardsBloodType for prereading this. I got nothin'. Nothin' but love and appreciation for you. :D That counts, right? :D

**disclaimer **

This story is a bit taboo. Heeeeeeeere's Edward! :D

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… Chapter Twenty Six - Stamped … Edward …

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Six years.

A lot can happen in six years.

I wonder about you every day.

Where you are.

What you're doing.

If you're okay.

If you love someone new.

If you look the same.

If I would know you if I saw you.

I try to forget you, the time we had together.

I focused on school for a long time. School and Leah. Things weren't what she thought they'd be when she got to the university. Busy lives, busy schedules, not a lot of date time for either of us.

Then there was the whole thing between you and my father.

I didn't know if I should believe it or not, but he came to me. When it all happened. He talked to me. He confessed that he'd been with you, that it was a mistake. It had never happened before or since. Not with any other women.

He told my mother that it was all just rumors. They went to counseling. He begged me not to tell her the truth.

I never did. I never will.

I told Leah. She asked one day, why her sister looked so much like me.

I told her what my father said.

It freaked her out.

I didn't see her for two weeks after that.

The sad part was, I didn't miss her. Not once.

I knew I had to let her go. We both needed it, a break.

She cried, and I'll admit, I got a little teary.

She was my connection to you. Without her, it would seem as though you'd never existed.

But my heart knew you had. My heart has your name stamped on it.

It doesn't care who else you've been with, who else you'll be with. It just knows that it wants you.

Always.

Leah and I have kept in touch, going out every once in a while. We're friends now.

She invited me to her dad's wedding. The girl he married was only two years older than me. How fair is that? He's five years older than you, so that makes him 20 years older than her. Three more years than the span between you and I.

It's not fair. I hate him. Still.

When school finished, I got a job, worked 40 hours a week like I was supposed to.

I didn't date. I couldn't. No one was as good as you.

Leah dated. I wonder if you know that, if you hear from her. I doubt it. She says she hates you.

I tried to, but I can't.

She's still in school, getting her Master's degree in education. She's a teacher now, in a little community college in a city near me.

I see her sometimes, not often. She's dating someone, Paul is his name. He seems nice.

I'm glad for her. She deserves someone good, who could devote himself to her.

I wonder if you have that, too.

My job relocated me recently, to the city. It's busy, so much bigger than where we lived all those years ago.

One of my college friends works here. I hang out with him. He keeps trying to fix me up, but I can't do it.

My mom wants me to come home, meet her new neighbor's daughter.

I don't want that.

Things are still strained between my dad and I.

Do I believe him? Part of me wants to. Part of me doesn't.

I don't know.

Why would he lie about being with you? About being Claire's father? Why would he say that if it wasn't true?

I wish I could talk to you, see you.

I have so many questions. Things I've wondered over the years.

But if I saw you on the street, would I know you?

Would I recognize you?

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A/N: See, Carlisle told Edward the baby was his. Hence, the reason Edward has stayed away, not looked for Bella. Deep down, he wonders, but when your dad comes to you in confidence and confides something like that, I think you'd have a hard time not believing him. You know?

Also, Bella changed her last name back to her maiden name, Swan. Edward doesn't know what that is. If he were looking for her, he'd be looking for Bella... Oh, I almost spilled it. :D

Everyone glad the Edward and Leah love fest is over? Yeah, me too. :D

One more today, this evening, from Bella. More info on her life, how things have been. It's good.

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