A/N: I don't own this, we all know who does. If I did, Rpattz would be taking my son to the store. He needs to buy a shirt so he can ask some girl to Homecoming at school. I'm sure she's not a hussy... :(

This is unbeta'd, so any and all mistakes belong to me. After the lemons in the past two chapters...yeah, my brain's still a bit fried. :D

This is for my wifey, Mrs. Robward. I'm hoping for zoo pictures tomorrow. We'll see...

Thanks to Luxure & EdwardsBloodType for prereading this. "There's a port, on a Western bay and it serves, a hundred ships a day, lonely sailors, pass the time away, and talk about their homes..." I hope you know that one...

**disclaimer **

This story is a bit taboo. Though not this chapter. Well, not ALL of it. :D

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… Chapter Forty Four - Growls … Edward …

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We're waiting for Claire, for the bus to drop her off. Down the street is a man with an ice cream cart. It's nice outside, I ask you what you want, then hurry to get your treat, and hers.

By the time I come back, the bus has gone, you're standing with another mom, Claire with another girl. She looks like she's upset, frustrated.

"I do so have a daddy," she growls.

You stand nearby, watching her, keeping things under control.

The little girl snarls back. "Well I don't see one. You're just lying, Claire. I've never seen your mommy with a daddy. You don't even have one."

"I do so!"

"Claire," your hand goes on her back, comforting our trembling little girl.

"Mom, Claire's lying. I never seen her with a daddy here," the girl says to her mother, who looks at you.

"You really shouldn't let your daughter say these things, Bella. Imagination is one thing, but encouraging her to spread outright lies is another."

"Lauren, you don't know what's going on. How do you know my daughter's lying?" you ask.

I see your shoulders push back. You're ready for this fight.

"Oh please, Bella. You think I don't know where you work? How you make a living? Everyone around here knows. My guess is that little Claire here is from a slip up on the job. Makes sense, why there's never any men around you."

That comment makes me feel good. The no other men part. No other suitors to fight off.

I've had enough, I'm done with this vile bitch and her demon spawn offspring.

"Claire Bear," I call, using the name you used for her. "I got you and Mommy some ice cream."

All eyes turn to me. I love it, walking over to you and kissing you hard on the mouth.

"You wanted the sundae cone, right, baby?" I ask, offering it to you. "And Powerpuff Girls for you, Claire?"

You both stare at me in awe. So do the horrible wenches you're standing near.

"Daddy!" she yells, dropping her bag and rushing into my waiting arms.

I hold her, swinging her back and forth. "Hi sweetheart, did you have a good day at school?"

"Lauren, this is Claire's father, Edward Cullen. If you'll excuse us, we're going to look at our new house today."

You grab Claire's bag and my hand, kissing me on the cheek, then the neck.

"Come on baby, let's go. We're done here," you say.

Walking back to your apartment, I catch one more glimpse of the troublesome two. Their mouths agape, shock all over their faces. They can't believe it.

I kiss your head, smiling down at you as I hold Claire close to me.

"Did you really mean that? You'd be okay moving in with me?" I ask. Were your words just for show? Or did you mean them?

"Yeah, I'm okay with it. Of course that means I'll have to quit my job that much sooner. Price of gas for commuting and all."

I smile, knowing the club is between our apartments. It's not that much farther.

But I'll take it.

I'll take anything you'll give me.

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A/N: Do you have an ice cream truck that drives in your neighborhood? You buy stuff from it?

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