Disclaimer: We do not own Twilight! Hey, are you ready to move in though? Yeah, I don't know about sharing though…Awww…it's just Michael and Edward. The four of us will live perfectly together…hehe. I guess. But no one else, okay? I promise. Just you three. You are my boys

Sorry to EdwardandBella101 and sexypawn, you can no longer have Michael. Hayden has accepted him into our family, along with Edward. Isn't he the best boyfriend EVER?!

Hey lovestoryjunking, your comment about me wanting Hayden to punish me made me laugh, because we all know it's true. Lol.

So the Review Crew for this story is called the TGIF Gang (thank god it's Friday), since we update on Friday, we thought it was fitting. So I would like to add BrknBella2oo9, sanctuary-in-dream (of COURSE…you rock, girl!), and Prpurpledragon, to be first of the TGIF Gang!! Woot Woot!

Mk…onto Hayden….

This chapter is dedicated to: Eshizz. You were the first one to guess the riddle correctly. Now tell me, did you cheat? Hmm? Anyway, this chapter's for you. Also, I guess I'm stealing from MLOONAA or DSB when I say this, but you may ask either of us any question you want and we will answer it. Who knows? Maybe we will just do this from now on?

Ash and I are now considered the "Thunder Couple" which totally rocks because I told her the other day that the song "Thunder" reminds me of her. So thanks to amberrx for the coolest nickname, ever! On that note, Ash and I have been dating for 3 months as of August 21, 2008… I know, I know, some of you thought we were married, but we do have a 4 year old, named Libby… Just Kidding!

To Muff'NButter…You may use if eyes could fuck, I have no qualms with that, so have at it! And lastly, I'm glad you all seemed to like Horny Edward, he's lots of fun ;)

Onto my baby girl…

And now, because you patiently waited a week, ON WITH IT…..

EPOV

She was kissing him, and I couldn't understand how she could do that to me. I had let her into my life, into Libby's life, and she was going to leave us for him.

Her lips were open to apologize, I shook my head angrily. I couldn't deal with this right now. After I jerked myself to her, she kisses another guy.

I was best in the shadows, that way she could do her job. The rational side of my mind kicked in as I stood in the darkening area. She doesn't know that I like her, and for all I know she doesn't even like me.

There was only one way to solve it. I needed to ask her when we were alone.

Alice suddenly appeared next to me, concern on her face, "You know that was part of the shot, right? Bella wouldn't really kiss Jacob as anything more than a friend, okay?"

Licking my lips, I dropped my shoulders, glaring down at the cold slab floor, "It doesn't matter anyway, it's not like she's interested."

Alice's laughter startled me, "Are you kidding me, Edward? Are you freaking blind? Bella is heels over head for you."

"Isn't the saying, head over heels?"

Alice shoved my shoulder gently, "Yes, you dumb ass; I was dramatizing it, now shut up and listen. Bella is absolutely, one hundred percent willing to date you, and do you know how I know this? I know, Edward Anthony, because I'm her best friend, and I'm married to your best friend. Who could possibly know better then me?"

"Santa Claus? God? Do we have a winner?"

The small pixie has strength, and as her fist connected with my shoulder, I regretted my sarcasm.

Her face held a look of reprimand, and for once I remembered how mean Alice could be, "If you don't ask her out soon, Edward, then someone like Jacob Black is going to scoop her up. Think about it, okay? I'm here if you need to talk."

"Sure, I'll call my friendly, neighborhood pixie to come give me a pep talk. Actually I'd rather talk to Jasper; at least he doesn't hit me."

Yanking her cell phone from her purse, Alice shoved it in my hand, before shoving me in the opposite direction, "Go. Call your best friend, get your pep talk, and then you need to ask her. Got it? Speed dial number one, now go."

Walking outside, I lifted the phone to the sky, needing better reception. Since Alice had told me to leave, I knew she would be keeping an eye on Bella. Hitting her speed dial, I stood in the sun waiting for Jasper to pick up.

"Dr. Whitlock's office, is this my naughty nurse?"

Grimacing, I pulled the phone away from my ear, "No it's your barfing best friend. What the fuck, Jazz?"

I heard him cough in embarrassment, and I rolled my eyes waiting for him to compose himself, "Okay, now that your done trying to pick up your best friend, I need some advice."

His tone had changed, and could hear concern, "Is everything okay, Edward?"

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I shook my head furiously, "No, Jazz, I think I'm in love."

Jasper gasped, and I could hear him sputtering into the phone. I couldn't tell if he was making fun of me, or if he'd choked on his food, "Speak you idiot, so I know your making fun of me and not dying."

He laughed, before speaking, "Look, Edward, it's not so bad that you're in love with Bella." He paused, "Wait, we are talking about Bella, right?"

"No we're talking about the fucking Easter Bunny, Jasper! Yes we are talking about Bella, who else would I have time to fall in love with?"

As I settled myself on the step, I heard Jasper scratch his head, "Well, what would you like to know?"

"Do you think she likes me?"

Jasper groaned into the phone, "Are we in middle school, Edward? If you don't think she likes you, you must be blind. Especially after that little shower incident."

Now it was my turn to sputter into the ear piece, "What!? How in the hell would you know about that, Jasper Whitlock?"

"Little pitchers have big ears, my friend. Libby told Alice, who told me. See even your four year old knows that Bella likes you, but you are too blind to tell. Come on, Edward, you're smarter than that."

Pushing myself away from the step, I drug my toe along the ridge of the cement, "So you think I should take Libby and Bella somewhere, and ask Bella?"

I could tell that Jasper was nodding furiously, "Yes, make sure they are both there. How about the park? Have a picnic? Why not today? After her photo shoot, Bella's schedule is clear, plus I'm sure Libby would love to hang out with her daddy."

Panic flooded into me. "Jasper, I have no time to pack a picnic basket!"

He chuckled again, making me want to reach through the phone to strangle him, "I will call your mom, tell her your idea, and you can ask Bella to come. Tell Bella that Libby really wanted to have a picnic, and she wanted her to come. Problem solved, my friend."

Lowering my voice to a hiss, I spoke quickly into the phone, "If this messes something up, you are getting me a new job."

"Okay, relax. Now will you put my wife back on the phone, please?"

Shutting the metal door behind me, I walked over to Alice and made my voice loud enough for a few people to hear, mainly Bella, "Alice, Dr. Whitlock would like to speak to you about his naughty nurse opening."

A string of curses filtered through the earpiece as my best friend cussed me out. Winking at Alice, I waved as she walked out towards the street, "Enjoy!"

BPOV

Well that certainly got my attention. I looked over at Jacob to find his enormous frame shaking with laughter and the muscles in his stomach straining against his skin as they tightened in the action.

The photographer gave us the go ahead to change and get the hell out of there, and as I walked toward the dressing room, I felt Jacob's large arm sling around my shoulder as he walked me there. I was aware of Edward's eyes on us and I hoped that he hadn't misunderstood what had happened at the shoot.

"That was actually the most fun I've ever had on a shoot, Bella Swan," Jacob grinned at me, and then turned so that I was facing him, both his hands on my shoulders. "Thank you," he said, his face serious.

I smiled softly at him and nodded. "It was truly a pleasure. I'm glad you're not a douche bag," I joked, hitting his arm with my hand, playfully.

He let out a bark of a laugh. "I think I might actually enjoy making this movie. See you around, gorgeous." And with that he left me and walked towards his own dressing room.

Jacob Black, friendly boy next door. Who knew?

I reevaluated my thoughts and big time actors as I pulled on my normal clothes. Jacob was such a decent guy. So normal. Not a diva at all. The opposite of Devin Steal…just like Edward was.

Edward.

Was he really that upset that Jacob had kissed me? Why would he be? I let out a groan, throwing my hands in the air. I just don't understand boys! They are way too complicated. If they like you, why don't they just ask you out, instead of standing in the corner? Ugh! The frustration of dating. I felt like I was in junior high all over again.

I emerged from the dressing room to find that Alice was still not back. As I slung my bag of a purse over my shoulder, I watched as Edward started to approach me, a crooked smile on his face. That smile always had the tendency to make my legs turn to Jell-O and my heart beat faster than normal.

"Hi," I breathed out, and then closed my eyes as I mentally kicked myself at the lame greeting.

I opened my eyes to find he had an amused smile on his face.

"Hello," he almost chuckled.

"Where's Alice?" I asked, looking around for her, when in reality I was trying to get him to look away and not notice the blush that was gracing my cheeks at the moment.

"She left after the naughty nurse comment," he laughed and the sound was musical.

"Oh. Will you be taking me home, then?" I asked.

He rolled his eyes at me. "Bella, I am your body guard. That's in the description."

"Right," I said, looking down at my sneakers' white against the grey of the floor as heat rose to my face.

I felt Edward's hand gently grab my chin and lift my head up so my eyes met his. I looked into those sparkling green eyes and felt a shiver run through my body. His face was much closer to mine than I had expected.

"Bella…" he breathed my name out and I bit my lip to keep from screaming out in pleasure. Just the way he could say my name brought me close to the edge. "Would you go out with me today?" he asked.

I sucked in a sharp gasp. "You want to go out with me?" I asked in disbelief.

He let go of my chin and rubbed his right hand through his messy bronze hair. "Ah, well…" I had never seen him at a loss for words, and if I wasn't so anxious about the answer, I would have found it highly entertaining. "What I meant was, I wanted to take Libby to the park today, and since I have to watch you, I wanted to make sure it was okay."

I felt the stinging start to prickle my eyes and I mashed my lips together as I looked away from him for a moment, trying to gather myself before looking back at him. I could feel my tongue at the side of my mouth in anger.

"Yeah, sure," I answered lamely as my heart fell to my stomach and I cursed as my vision started to blur slightly. I took a deep breath and then smiled up at him the best I could.

"Okay. Good," was his answer before he turned to walk out the door, leaving me to follow.

The ride back to his house was silent and I brooded over what he had said to me. The way I thought he would finally make his move. After what we had been through lately, the way we had acted with each other, I figured that something would happen between us. That we were supposed to be together.

But life wasn't scripted like one of my movies. There was no happy ending in place for us to end our story in two hours. I was his job. An obligation. Another mission to accomplish.

I could pretend all I wanted that something would come from this. That I would be the one to complete Edward's family. That in the end, he would realize that I was the one he should've been with from the beginning. My stomach that would swell with his child, but I would stay.

This would not happen for me though. I had never thought about becoming a mother, about being part of a family, until I met Libby and started to realize that I wanted that so badly. I wanted that little girl to come running to me when it stormed and ask me to hold her. I wanted her to ask me to help her pick out clothes for school (though that would be a mistake).

But the bottom line was, this wasn't my family. It was Edward's. And as much as I wanted to be a part of it, maybe to the two of them, their family was already complete, and there was no room for me.

The silence of the engine cutting off knocked me away from my thoughts and I looked to find that we were in Edward's drive way already. I didn't wait for him to open my door, like I knew he would. I was out of the car before he was, and I slammed the door shut with a bit too much force.

It wasn't his fault he didn't feel the same way about me, but I was still upset and needed to take my anger out on something. Maybe putting a small scratch in that stupid, shiny, car would make me feel better.

He didn't speak and neither did I. I just followed him to the front door…tagged along, you could say. That's what I was these days. A tag along. His responsibility. Like I couldn't take care of myself.

That upset me even more. The fact that I had to have some one else take care of me. Bullshit! I could handle myself. And I would prove that to him one day. Show him that I don't a body guard. I don't need anyone….

Or at least, that's what I wanted to believe.

EPOV

Bella was livid, and as I pushed my front door open, I winced, hoping the anger would be shielded from my little girl. Libby was in the kitchen with her grandmother, and I smiled walking across the hard floors.

"Hi Daddy, hi Mommy! You are finally home! Nana called you pokey butts!" I felt any tension fall from me as Libby once again addressed Bella as her mother. It didn't bother me in the slightest, and I wished that Bella had been her mother. Glancing at Esme, I saw that she, too, was grinning.

Bella grabbed my daughter from the counter, her bad mood seemingly forgotten, and Libby squealed, "Hey my little peanut, how was your day, hmm?"

Libby pressed her nose against Bella's and she spoke hurriedly, "Nana and I got my picnic basket ready, how was your day."

I chuckled as my daughter gave Bella Eskimo kisses, and I sunk into the chair. Libby's mocking of Bella's words made me smile, my daughter was growing up.

Esme tapped my shoulder, and I tipped my head back in her direction. Squinting my eyes, I smiled up at her, "Hi Momma!"

Rolling her eyes, she stared down at me, "How old are you, Edward?"

Her hand forced my neck forward, and I looked over at my daughter, "Libby, how old is Daddy?"

My daughter held up her small fingers to count. She was settled on Bella's hip, and Bella was smiling down at her as she counted, "Daddy! I don't have enough fingers! You're too old!"

I gasped, holding my hand close to my heart, and Libby giggled, "Daddy is not old! He will be 27 in three days, my little bug, now is that old?"

Her giggles grew louder as she bobbed her head up and down, "Sooo old!"

Standing, I started towards my daughter, fingers extended, "Libby, S-Something's h-happening!"

My daughter squealed and tried to squirm away from Bella's grip, "Mommy! Let go! Daddy's turning into a monster!"

Bella's face showed a look of horror, as she held Libby tighter to her, "What kind of a monster, Libby?"

Scrunching up her face as she tried to get out of Bella's tight grip, Libby cried out, giggles falling from her lips, "A Tickle Monster!"

Shaking her head quickly, Bella made sure that Libby was still close to her, when she cried out, "Libby! I'm changing too! Help!"

Esme's soft laughter pulled us out of our moment, "Alright my little tickle monster family, your picnic basket is ready. Edward you should probably go change into something more comfortable. Bella, are you comfortable, darling?"

My mother's fingers reached forward and tucked some of Bella's brown hair behind her ears, and Bella blushed when she spoke, "I'm fine, thank you, Mrs. Cullen."

"Please, dear, call me Esme. I'm not that old. Right, Libby Bug?"

Libby's head bobbed up and down in agreement, and I crossed my arms over my chest, "Nana's older then me, Libby, so how is she not old? Hmm?"

Wagging her finger at me, Libby shook her head, "Boys get old, and girls stay young. Duh, Daddy!"

It was obvious that I would never win this battle. Turning away from the laughing girls, I started towards my bedroom, taking the stairs two at a time. I couldn't wait to tell Bella how I felt, but I didn't want to scare her off. If she left, that would be two women who had left my daughter, and I would never forgive myself.

Once Libby was tucked safely in the backseat of my car, I set the picnic basket next to her, "You'd better not eat anything, missy. Or you'll be in big trouble." Kissing her soft forehead, I closed the door, before climbing into the front seat.

I had changed into a plain white polo, and brown shorts. Glancing over at Bella, I smiled at her, but her mood seemed to change once Libby was in the backseat.

When we arrived at the park, Libby begged me to go play on the swings before we ate, and I allowed me the time to speak with Bella in private. Spreading the blanket out on the grass, I listened to the creaky springs on the swing, watching as Bella settled herself on the blanket.

"Can we talk about what's bothering you?"

Looking up at me, Bella shrugged, obviously not wanting to approach the subject. Her eyes averted to my swinging daughter, but I needed to know what was wrong, "What is going on, Isabella?"

"Nothing, Edward. Everything is perfectly fine."

Growling, I moved so that her eyes were directly focused on me, "What. Is. Wrong?"

Her eyes narrowed in anger as she spoke, "Why are you jealous of Jacob if you never plan on making a move? Why, Edward, are you leading me on, but never doing anything about it?"

The words were out of my mouth before I could even think, "Who says I'm jealous of Jacob, Bella?"

"The way you were glaring from the shadows, Edward! I could feel the anger rolling off of your body! Why were you so upset?"

Standing, I glared down at her, "Because, Isabella, don't you think it's possible that Jacob is pretending to be nice so that you will trust him? He could be your fucking stalker, Bella, and you are walking right into his hands!"

Neither of us were even bothering keeping our voices down, and when Bella spoke, I could tell how mad she was, "I can't believe that you would suspect Jacob, Edward! He has been nothing but nice to you, and you're accusing him of being my stalker. What the hell is wrong with you!?"

God she looked sexy angry. As I tried to shake that thought from my mind, I realized that as she was yelling at me, the sound of the squeaking swing had disappeared.

Jerking my head in the direction of the swing set, I felt my chest tighten with fear. She was gone...

"Libby!"

Bella's head followed mine and I moved hurriedly towards the swing set, trying to find my lost daughter, "Elizabeth Grace! Where are you?"

Bella's voice began to call out to my daughter too, and I knew she had the same fear that I did. What if someone had taken my daughter because I was too busy yelling at the woman I love?

Her whimpers made my head snap towards a large oak tree, and I saw her small body tucked into the side of the tree, trying to hide. Libby had been afraid, but not of someone trying to kidnap her. She had been afraid of us.

Kneeling down beside my crying daughter, I waved Bella over to me. Pulling Libby's small body into my arms, I held her close to me, whispering comforting words. Bella's eyes were huge, and I could tell that any anger had melted from her body when she saw Libby's upset state.

"Libby Bug, what's the matter? Why did you run away, Pumpkin? Hmm?" I was gently bouncing her as I waited for the answer, and Bella suggested we move towards the blanket.

As the tears raced down her face, I set my daughter on the soft blanket, and began to wipe them from her rosy cheeks, as Bella rubbed her back, "Libby, please tell me. If you're hurt, I need to know."

She hiccupped and spoke softly, her small chest heaving, "My heart hurts, Daddy. Cause you were yelling. It scares me when you yell."

"Baby, we were just having an argument. Grown ups do that all the time."

Face wrinkling in anger, Libby moved away from me, and I swallowed, "Well it's stupid! You two are stupid!"

"Elizabeth Grace, you do not call people stupid, do you understand me?"

She stuck her tongue out at me as she backed closer to Bella, "Nana says to always tell the truth. You two are STUPID!"

Her small fists hit the ground as she yelled out the last word, and I was torn between punishing her and comforting her. Bella tugged my small daughter into her lap, and began to softly rub my daughter's chest where her heart was.

"Will this make you feel better, my little peanut?"

Libby shook her head, and sagged further into Bella, "No…"

"Then what will make you better, sweetheart. You have to tell me or your Daddy. We want to help you, but we have to know how to fix it."

Tears spilled out of her lids as my daughter spoke again, "I want you to be my Mommy. I want you and Daddy to get married. So stop fighting and fix it!"

BPOV

I rubbed Libby's back and held her close to me. She was so warm and soft, I loved holding her. "Peanut, how can we make it better? What do you want us to do?" I asked her, just wanting nothing else but to make the little girl in my arms better.

Her tiny fists came to her eyes to rub away the moisture. "You have to kiss. And then you have to eat tonight," she said, a smile coming to her lips, "and you have to dress up pretty."

Edward's daughter was doing what he couldn't even do. She was setting us up on a date. I looked over at Edward, looking for the confirmation. His eyes were on his daughter and he smiled just slightly, not letting it reach his eyes.

"Alright, Libby. Bella and I will go to dinner tonight," he said, but his voice sounded sad. I shook my head and rolled my eyes, looking away from Edward. He could at least try to sound happy about it.

We decided to eat what was packed in the basket, which consisted of some ham and turkey sandwiches, some fruit, and bottles of juice and water. Libby was the center of attention, as she usually was. Telling me stories and using her hands to illustrate certain things.

I was laughing so hard that my stomach hurt and tears were rolling down my face. I was on my elbows watching as Libby was acting like a lion and growling at her father as she crouched down on all fours.

"Libby, it's not polite to growl," he told his daughter, which only made me laugh more and in turn encouraged Libby.

She crawled closer to Edward and put one hand up like a claw, as if she would scratch him. "ROOOAAARRR!"

"Elizabeth Grace, don't make the tickle monster attack you."

With that, she crawled over to me and snuggled close to my body. "Mommy, save me from the tickle monster!"

I wrapped my arms around her tiny form and held her close to me. "It's alright, Libby. The Tickle Monster is no match for me," I laughed as Edward raised an eyebrow. In turn I raised both, challenging him to come near me.

"Alright, no tickle monster, but can I hold my little girl now?" he asked, his voice almost a pout. Even if I was mad at him, I had to admit, it was adorable.

Libby's head shot up from under me and she crawled onto her dad's lap. He wrapped his arms around her body and kissed her forehead, and then both cheeks.

"Daddy, should we have a birthday party for you too?" she asked. "We still have my decorations! We can make it all pink!" she smiled and put bother her hands on either side of his cheeks, her face completely serious.

I bit my lip to keep from laughing. The mental image of Edward dressed in pink with balloon arches hung in his backyard for his 27th birthday was almost too much for me to keep inside.

"I'll bake you a Barbie cake, if you want, Edward," I told him, trying to stifle a giggle. He looked at me and playfully glared before winking.

"Or you could pop out of my cake…" he trailed off. I returned the glare.

After we were done eating, Libby wanted to play on the play ground for a little while, so I stayed on the blanket, watching her, and Edward scooted closer to me, looking at her as well.

"I'm sorry I yelled before. It was childish," he apologized.

I patted the hand that was closest to me. "It's alright," I said, but offered no apology myself. I had done nothing wrong and wasn't going to apologize for something I didn't do. If that bothered him, he didn't say anything. But when I went to move my hand away, he grabbed it and brought our hands to rest on his thigh.

I smiled a little to myself as we stayed like that and watched as Libby went down the slide, waving at us every time she was at the top. I giggled as we both waved back at her before she would slide down the swirly plastic.

Soon after that we folded the blanket and packed up the basket before heading back home. I mean Edward's home. That house. On the ride home I was thinking about how strange it was that I didn't miss my flat. I suppose that wasn't a home to me. It was a place to hide away. A sleeping quarters. Something for the time being. But it wasn't a home. Not to me.

Suddenly, looking back at the day, I was longing for home. My home. Back with my dad, Charlie, in his tiny house back in Forks, Washington. A place where I wasn't Bella Swan, the actress, but was better known for being nothing more than the police chief's daughter. That was a better kind of fame sometimes.

But we didn't go to Edward's house. Instead, he drove me to my flat. I looked at him in confusion and he just gently touched my cheek before explaining. "You need to get dressed for tonight, love. I'll pick you up in two and a half hours."

My cheeks flamed, knowing that I should've thought of that. Of course I would have to change.

I nodded my head once and then pushed the door open, but before I could get out, he snatched my hand and I turned back. "Bring something for tonight. I think it would be best if you stayed with me again tonight," he said.

A simple request. A statement with no implication, except the fact that his voice was suddenly rougher and deeper…

I let out a shaky breath and said my good byes to both Libby and Edward before walking to my apartment. No Alice, which meant I was on my own for dressing myself nicely. This could end badly.

EPOV

Libby sat on my bed watching as I pulled my shirt over my shoulders. My mother stood in the doorway, and I smiled over at her, "Thanks for looking after Libby tonight. Bella should be coming back with me again tonight; I just don't feel safe leaving her at her flat."

Esme nodded, and walked towards me, brushing at the shoulders of my shirt, "You look good in red, Edward."

Putting her two cents in, Libby bounced up and down on my black comforter, "It's burgundy, Nana. Daddy, you look pretty."

Turning away from the mirror, I snapped my fingers and gestured for my daughter to sit on the bed. Leaving the top few buttons of my shirt undone, I brushed a hand through my hair.

My mother smiled softly, "Your hair has always been unmanageable, Edward Cullen. What makes today any different?"

As I opened my mouth speak, my hyper daughter interrupted again, "Daddy, are you going to kiss Mommy?"

Crouching in front of Libby, I gazed up at her, my large hands resting against her small ones, "Elizabeth. Do you want to call Bella mommy, or are you doing it because you think I want you too?"

Leaning forward, Libby kissed my cheek, inhaling my aftershave, "I want to call her mommy, Daddy."

I could feel her smile against my cheek, and I nodded, as she rested her face against my smooth skin, "Daddy?"

"Yes, baby?"

Hugging her close to me, I waited for her soft response, "Your face smells good."

Chuckling, I held her as we walked towards the hallway. Starting down the steps, I gently rubbed my daughters back, thinking about how scared I had been earlier that day. What if someone had taken her because we weren't paying attention?

I had taught my daughter to yell if someone she didn't know came near her, or to ask for our password. However there was always the chance that someone would come up behind her before she had a chance to yell for help.

When we got to the living room, I noticed she had fallen asleep against me. Apparently the excitement from today had tired her out, and as I laid her on the couch, I smiled. I was happy that she was calling Bella her mommy because she wanted too, not because she wanted me to be happy.

Pushing the hair from her eyes, I kissed the soft skin of her cheek before backing away, "Sleep tight, Libby Bug. Maybe one day Bella could be your Mommy."

When I pulled in front of Bella's flat, I drummed on the steering wheel, nervously. I had realized how dumb my decision had been to leave her at her apartment without checking the inside thoroughly. Especially since the note last time had hit closer to home.

Opening my car door, I walked up the stairs towards her small apartment. I was unsure as to why she owned such a small property when she was a big time actress, however tonight was not the night to question it.

I wanted Bella to enjoy herself this evening, before I asked her if she'd ever consider a relationship with me, her body guard.

Knocking softly on her door, I waited patiently, wanting her to open it rather then using my key. Tonight I wanted to be her date, not her bodyguard. When she opened the door, my jaw dropped.

Her navy blue dress clung to her breasts in a way that was alluring yet it wasn't slutty. The beautiful material cut off just above her knees, and as she turned to let me in, I got an eyeful of her bare back. It was obvious that Bella was not wearing a bra and the thought went straight to my stirring arousal.

Closing my eyes, I stopped myself from eye fucking her, as my fingers gently played with her brown curls, "Bella, love, you are breathtaking."

The beautiful blush on her face complimented her cheeks, and as she dipped her head, she whispered softly, "You don't look too bad yourself, handsome."

Grasping her right hand in both of mine, I pressed a kiss to the soft skin of her hand, "Are you ready to leave, love?"

Her fingers curled around mine as I lead her to my car, and pulled open the door, letting her slip in. As soon as I was settled, and driving down the street, I slipped my hand in hers. I needed her to know my intentions for the evening.

After brushing my lips against her hand, again, I spoke softly, "I thought we would go out to dinner and then go to a club. Would that be alright with you, love?"

Using our joined hands to brush her knuckles against my cheek, Bella nodded, "That's fine with me, darling. What type of food are we eating?"

My voice was husky when I spoke again, and I felt Bella shiver next to me, "You'll find out, love."

Parking my car in the lot in front of the restaurant, I moved to Bella's side to help her from the car. We walked hand and hand towards the arched opening, and a nice looking gentleman smiled at the two of us.

The maître de smiled when we approached and he spoke softly, "Bonsoir, monsieur et madame. Avez-vous des reserves?"

Bella eyed me carefully, and I smiled before answering, "Oui, nous le faisons, en vertu de Cullen."

The man's eyes twinkled, "Follow me please."

Her small fingers gripped mine, and when she squeezed my hand, I glanced down at her, "Yes, Isabella?"

"What did he say, Edward?"

Smiling, I pulled out her chair, gently seating her, before moving to my seat. Glancing at the maître de, I smiled, "Merci beaucoup, monsieur."

Tipping his head towards us, he walked away, most likely to seat another couple. Bella's eyes were on me, as I glanced through the menu, before answering her question, "He said good evening, and asked if we had reservations. Nothing too flashy, my love."

Neither of us spoke much during dinner, until I brought up the one topic I had wanted to discuss, "Isabella, may I ask you something?"

Nodding around her mouthful, Bella gestured for me to speak, "I was wondering, if you would ever consider dating me. I know that I have a daughter, and that I'm definitely not the best man in the world for you. However, I do believe that I could make you happy. If you say no-- "

Her lips pressed against mine; effectively cutting off any rebuttal I may have had for my own argument. Soft fingers wound into my hair, as her tongue traced my lips, and I opened my mouth, wanting to taste her tongue against mine. As we kissed everything else disappeared, and I was happy.

BPOV

I pulled away from his sweet, soft lips, long enough to get some air which cleared my head for the moment. I had pretty much just attacked him and at realizing this, my eyes went wide and I turned towards him with a shocked face.

"I am so sorry," I said, my hand coming up to cover my mouth in embarrassment. "I can't believe I just did that. Oh my god. Next time, just push me…"

But I never got to finish my apology, due to Edward's lips suddenly on mine again. I didn't try to move away this time. Instead, I felt my body melt into him, my left hand lying lazily on his chest while my right played with the baby hairs on the nape of his neck.

His lips felt like velvet moving against mine. My tongue kept flicking out against his lips, and every time he declined me entry, instead, our lips just continued to move together, softly.

He took my bottom lip between his and gently sucked on it, letting his tongue slide across it and my left hand started to claw at him, the desire boiling in my blood. My left hand was no longer playing with his hair, put pulling his head as close to mine as possible as my body arched up, trying to get even closer to his.

Finally he opened his mouth and slipped his tongue into my mouth, pulling me closer to him from the middle of my back. He tilted his head to the side, making the kiss deeper as he explored the roof of my mouth, and over my teeth, and then slid up and down my tongue with his own.

I was breathing heavily from my nose, until I couldn't take it anymore and had to push myself against him to catch my breath.

I sagged back into my beige, velvet chair, and looked over at Edward as I tried to get air to my lungs. I could feel my chest heaving and when I looked over at him, I followed his gaze down to my chest as it rose and fell, the material tightening around my breasts each time I breathed. His chest, too, was heaving up and down, straining against his shirt with every breath.

"Desert?" I asked Edward and his eyes snapped to mine.

"I think I'm about ready to get out of here," he smiled.

I nodded and leaned down to get my purse and Edward slipped the money to cover the bill on the table. I looked at him with a frown.

"We're dating now, remember? I get to pay," he said with a smile, and I couldn't help but to smile at his statement. We were dating now. We were together. For how long I wasn't sure, but that didn't seem important at the time.

With his hand on the small of my back, we left the ivory table cloths, velvet chairs, and chandeliers behind, pushing through the revolving doors letting the night air wash over us.

The club that Edward had taken me was only about twenty minutes away from the restaurant, and though the ride there was mostly silent, it was not uneventful.

Edward's hands had a tendency to wander up my bare leg, touching the skin and squeezing my thigh. I thanked god that I had shaved while I was getting ready.

After he noticed I wouldn't stop his hand from what it was doing, he got a bit gutsier, his hand starting to push the material a little farther up my thigh, squeezing my leg there. A moan escaped from my mouth and could feel the underwear I had chosen for the night, starting to dampen.

But before he could push the limits even more, we had arrived at the club. It was packed with people, and a long line was outside the door, closed off by velvet ropes. As Edward opened my door for me, I stepped out and immediately tripped, not paying attention, and with the high heels I was wearing, they made me even more accident prone.

Edward started to steer me towards the large bouncer at the door, with a clipboard and holding the rope to get in. I looked over at him with furrowed brows.

"Edward, we have to wait in line, what are you doing?" I asked as he continued to guide me with the arm around my waist.

He put his lips to my ear, letting them graze the skin as he spoke. "Trust me, Isabella," was all he said, but the husky voice he used when he said my full first name, made me forget about everything but his hand on my hip and close proximity of his body to mine.

That is, until we were face to face to the very large bouncer. I smiled shyly at him, fully prepared to be told to go to the back of the line. But to my surprise, he lifted the rope and let us in.

I must've had the look of confusion on my face because Edward started to explain to me. "Major movie star, remember?" he chuckled in my ear.

Oh, right. That.

I always seemed to forget that people might actually know who I am. And even when I did remember, I hated getting things because of it.

The club was nothing trashy that was for sure. Not the way I always pictured them, with topless guys, or men in mesh shirts with glow sticks. Instead, it was a nice cocktail bar with a tasteful dance floor crawling with bodies.

Instead of the pints of beer I expected, there were women dressed like I was, holding cocktails in their hands. No jeans and tee shirts, and definitely no mesh, just nicely dressed people, having a good time.

"Do you want a drink?" Edward asked his lips against my ear again, making me shiver. I looked at him to find those green eyes sparkling in the club's lights, and I nodded, not even knowing what I was agreeing to. I would follow him anywhere and do anything for him if he looked at me like that.

He chuckled and then started to lead me to the bar. There was one male and one female bartender and each was busy with the crowded bar, giving people the drinks they wanted. As Edward leaned over the bar a little, I let my back rest against it, suspecting that it would be a wait.

"Hey, aren't you Bella Swan?" a women dressed in a short gold dress came up to me, her black hair in an afro.

"Umm..yes?" it came out as a question as my cheeks flamed.

"Oh my god. Can I have your autograph? Here, sign this napkin." And with that she shoved her napkin at me as she dug a pen out of her clutch.

I signed the napkin for her, in my awful handwriting and gave it back to her. She clutched my hand and thanked me before running off to her group of friends with the thin paper.

I looked to my right to find Edward looking at me with a smile, both eyebrows raised. "What?" I asked.

He shrugged his shoulders and then leaned into me. "I just think it's sexy how humble you are." He kissed my cheek, seemingly sweetly, but I could feel his tongue dart out to touch my skin.

Then he turned back to the bar. There were still a number of people closer to the bartenders, waiting for their drinks. But when the female tender looked our way, she finished up the drink she made, and I was shocked to see her walking our way.

She stopped right in front of Edward. "What can I get you, handsome?" she asked, flipping her pretty blonde hair over her shoulder.

"A Tangueray and tonic, no lime, and a vodka cranberry, please," he told her smoothly. Of course she gave them to him, leaning a little too much over the bar at my date. But I ignored her the rest of the time as she talked to him.

We stood at the bar, sipping our drinks as songs came and went. Disturbia, Pour Some Sugar on Me, Sexy Back. All songs I knew, but never knew how to dance to. But when my cocktail was gone, there was no longer and excuse.

"Would you like to dance?" Edward asked, setting both our empty glasses on the bar and grabbing my hands.

The song, Paralyzer by Finger Eleven had just come on, and I looked at him apologetically.

"I don't know how, Edward," I admitted, sheepishly.

"Well then, you'll just have to learn, wont you?"

With that he pulled me to the dance floor, slipping us through the crowd.

I hold on so nervously
To me and my drink
I wish it was cooling me

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close to his body, my hands instinctively going around his neck. He smiled down at me as his hips started to move ever so subtly.

But so far, has not been good
It's been shitty
And I feel awkward, as I should
This club has got to be
The most pretentious thing
Since I thought you and me

His head went to rest on my shoulder and I pressed mine to his. I could feel his hot breaths drift across my neck and hear him starting to pant as his pace picked up, his knee inching between my legs.

Well I am imagining
A dark lit place
Or your place or my place

When the chorus hit, his hips were no longer swaying with mine, but grinding against me, making my heart race and sweat begin to bead my body. My breaths, which were previously in sync with his, had now picked up, and my hands no longer around his neck, but grabbing at his back.

Well I'm not paralyzed
But, I seem to be struck by you
I want to make you move
Because you're standing still
If your body matches
What your eyes can do
You'll probably move right through
Me on my way to you

But his pace slowed in time with the music when the next verse started, and I marveled at his control and musicality. Though he was no longer grinding as fast on me, the slow pace seemed more sensual. Slow and long rubs against my body, making my head drift backwards as my chest heaved against his, his lips starting to touch my bare shoulders.

I hold out for one more drink
Before I think
I'm looking too desperately
But so far has not been fun
I should just stay home
If one thing really means one
This club will hopefully
Be closed in three weeks
That would be cool with me

And then again his pace picked up.

Well I'm still imagining
A dark lit place
Or your place or my place

This time, as the chorus sounded, he pulled me closer, making sure that I was moving up on his leg, and the friction felt so incredible that I was biting my lip, near my boiling point, to keep what I was feeling inside. His hands slid from my waist, down to my ass, pulling me even closer to him and gripping and massaging me as we danced.

Well, I'm not paralyzed
But, I seem to be struck by you
I want to make you move
Because you're standing still
If your body matches
What your eyes can do
You'll probably move right through
Me on my way to you

The refrain continued until the D.J. blended it into another song. Instead of moving or speaking, we simply stayed in the same position, holding one another.

Edward's head came up from my shoulder, kissing the space connecting me shoulder and neck, my collarbone, my throat, up to the corner of my mouth, before he finally opened his eyes and his normally sparkling orbs clouded over.

I saw them dart to my lips and then remain there as his head moved in towards mine.

When our lips touched, there was no teasing this time. His tongue dove straight into my mouth and his hands gripped me even tighter, as mine continued to claw at his back. I loved the feeling of his arousal pushing against me, knowing that he has the same effect on me. I prayed to god he couldn't feel the moisture slipping onto his leg.

We broke away and only his grip was keeping me up right. He stared me in the eyes before letting his gaze roam up and down my body, and I could feel my nipples harden as he looked at them.

"Maybe we should get out of here," he suggested, trying to smirk coolly, but the roughness of his voice and his growing erection gave him away.

"Yes," it came out hoarse and dry, so I nodded to show him what I couldn't say.

He grabbed my hand and we headed for the door.

Phew! That was exhausting. This was 22 pages on word, so that is quite a bit. And I am pretty proud of this, and it's packed with stuff, don't you think. Like how Hayden made ME do the club scene? Lol.

What else, what else. Let me just say that Breaking Dawn was not what I expected. I don't know what I expected, but not that…lol. I liked it. Thought it was good, in my opinion not quiet as good as some of the others, but I think I need to read it again. I wasn't disappointed, that's for sure (though I'm sure we all wanted a lemon even though we knew there wouldn't' be one). And I am SO excited that the movie date got moved up. Makes a happy ashel!

Note to you guys, don't ask Hayden to draw you anything! LOL!

Much love and even more writing,

ashel-13

When Ash was asking me about what drink we should make Edward have, I couldn't decide because, well I don't drink. Anyway, she suggested Jack and Coke. Now, here's the kicker…We started talking about her friend, and apparently he drinks Captain and Cock, not Captain and Coke. Sooo… here's to you, Tay Tay! And your Cocky Captain!

Hope you all liked the club scene, I was pumped when I suggested it, and when Ash decided to write it? Let's just say, I was ECSTATIC!

See you soon,

Hayden