Disclaimer: We do not own Twilight. I think I got it now. Not even a teeny tiny little bit. Right? Right. I'm sorry, baby. I know how bad you wanted it. But Edward is ours, right? Yes, honey, Edward is ours. He's waiting for us upstairs once we are done here kiss. Well then, what are we waiting for?

To the TGIF Gang. Last week you made me bra-less and this week you are seriously starting to threaten my clothing options. I would like to add InLoveWithEdward2 to the Gang. Welcome, your leather jacket with Edward's face stitched on the back is in the mail.

Mmk, before I forget I should mention this. I have been asked by Stevie Cullen to help her in judging a Sexy Twilight Character Contest. Now the rules and details are on my profile as well as on her's. In short it's a lemon. And you all know how I LOVE my lemons. So check it out, and I REALLY look forward to reading them.

Mk this is dedicated to Nostalgicmiss for saying our writing is phenomenal….major blushing. To mikenewtonisabadass simply because every time I see your name I laugh and wish that I was awesome enough to come up with that. Damn. To The Cee Factor for previously being a lurker and finally seeing the light. Not to mention you have one of the best quotes a review has ever said to me and I thank you. And lastly to Twifi. I am so sorry for what happened to you. I hope you don't mind my saying but your ex-mom was a careless bitch. No child should have that said to them or have to go through that. My heart goes out to you immensely.

There you have it. Surprisingly our AN is rather short this week…lol. But I would also like to point out that while I DO write BPOV, I am NOT Bella. Lol. I am very little like her in this story. Hell if it was me, there is no fuckin way I would EVER leave Edward Cullen…lol!

Thank you for being here today! As I quote the Princess Diaries, I am reminded of one thing. GET OFF THE LAWN! Okay, now, I'm sorry (Not really) that the last chapter was a bit of a tear jerker. I'll admit that even I cried while writing it. Yup, I did. Ask Ash. And even though a few of you said that you couldn't wait until Friday, here you are. So good for you!

InLoveWithEdward2… I know your real name; don't let me expose you to the world. Anyway, I heard "Sorry" by Buckcherry a while back, sorry I didn't tell you that in the PM, and I do agree that it fits, but "Vulnerable" by Secondhand Serenade is better…Just wait for the next chappie! Yeah, that's right people, she PM's me! EAT IT! Also, you asked me something in your PM, and my answer is yes, of course. Ask away ;) And as for mine and my darling girl's meeting, just know that I made the first move!

darcy13…Edward is acting slightly loserish, isn't he? Yeah…I totally agree… Maybe you should talk some sense into his thick head? The top one, dear. Not the bottom.

Jagga-Love…It was PURELY my intention to make you cry. I'm mean like that. But don't hit me, or Ash will getcha! And btw, I LOVED how you incorporated Brett in your fic . You did me proud and I was beyond honored that you wanted to use him.

Did anyone else see the new Twilight trailer? I about shit when I got the email from Summit, that's right, I get emails from Summit! I'm apologizing now for the Edward POV's in the last chapter. He was drunk on love; he didn't know what he was saying! I may be apologizing for his actions in this chapter too…DUN DUN DUN!

Lastly, for those of you who read The Other Cullen. I finished the first chapter of the sequel, but I haven't posted for obvious reasons. I don't want another incident like Fall For You. But, you're gonna get a sneak peak…GO DOWN!

So due to only a handful of you that actually raised your hand (I cried a little…lol), I wont ask you to do anything ridiculous and embarrassing this time (I actually was planning on having you attempt to play the recorder. Cuz honestly, who CAN'T play that stupid, plastic instrument? I played it in 4th grad…jeesh). I think that you guys are in need of some more pain and suffering! Am I right?! I think I am. Who doesn't like a little cry fest? Let it out, guys. Let it out, and let's get, ON WITH IT…

EPOV

I jerked my hands away from Carmen's waist, moving them up to my hair. Libby tugged on my pant leg as I looked into my ex-wife's gorgeous blue eyes. I had never denied that fact that Carmen was unbearably attractive; however her gorgeous exterior was overpowered by her bitchy interior.

Libby continued to tug on my jeans, her fingers poking in the hole in my pants, as she tried to get my attention, "Daddy. Daddy? Daddy!"

My eyes never broke away from Carmen's as I answered my daughter, making sure that my tone wasn't harsh, "Yes, Libby Bug?"

"Ms. Carmen showed me how to play Happy Birthday on the piano, isn't that cool!" I licked my lips, my eyes narrowing at my ex's invasive behavior.

Carmen's eyes flashed as she smiled at me, the smile that I was glad my daughter hadn't inherited, "Yes, Edward, isn't that cool?"

I wasn't sure why Carmen was introduced to Libby as Ms. Carmen, but I was grateful towards whoever kept the secret. My front door opened, and my father walked in, smiling. I nearly growled when I realized how dense my father was being, it was obvious that he had put Carmen up to this.

Lifting Libby into my arms, I held her close to my chest, and stared straight at Carlisle, anger burning through my core. My heart was on fire, and my arms felt numb as I held my daughter. He knew my goal had been to keep my daughter as far away from Carmen as possible, and he had effectively lost my trust in a matter of seconds, "Where's mom?"

Carmen giggled softly, "Still a Mama's boy, darling?"

My jaw clenched at Carmen's pet name. Her presence was beginning to irritate me; I should have known that nothing would change. Libby pressed her nose against my flesh and I managed to keep from flinching as her cold nose moved against my right cheek, both were burning with anger.

Carlisle cleared his throat, "She's on her way in. I went to get her when I found Carmen in the mall today." As my father finished his sentence, Esme walked in and upon seeing Carmen her eyes flashed dangerously. I was glad that she was on my side.

"What is she doing here, Carlisle Cullen?" Libby and I winced at my mother's tone of voice. It was obvious that Carmen's presence was unwanted, and not just by me, "I asked for an answer, Carlisle, and if you can't give me one then kindly remove yourself from my presence."

Carmen smirked, and narrowed her eyes in my mother's direction, "Carlisle asked me if I would be Libby's nanny, and I gladly accepted. Who wouldn't want to get to know such an adorable little girl?"

My fist came down on the wooden table next to me, "No! Absolutely fucking not! Dad, what the fuck were you thinking? She is not allowed in my house or around my daughter, ever!"

Libby winced, and plugged her ears, burying her face in my shoulder. I was glad she did because she didn't catch Carmen's next sentence, "Our daughter, Edward. Ours."

I ground my teeth together, "She's MY daughter. Not yours. Stay the hell away from us Carmen. You gave up your right when Libby was born. She's no longer your concern, and I intend to keep it that way."

Esme moved to stand next to me, as she lifted her granddaughter out of my arms, "Come on, sweetie. Your grandfather is going to buy us dinner while your father and Carmen talk about the past. You don't need to hear this. Edward, darling, if you need anything, we won't be far. And I'm almost positive that Heather and Liam would be here in an instant if they knew she was here."

My parents walked out with my daughter, and I could tell that my father was about to get a major tongue lashing. His intentions were good, but he never saw through Carmen like my mother did.

"What are you doing here exactly? You hated being pregnant, so why on God's green Earth would you become a nanny?"

She smiled, and walked closer to me, her hand brushing over my crotch, "I came here to see you, Edward. To be Libby's mother again, to know you again like I used too. I miss you, I miss how you felt in my hand as I stroked you, or seeing your face when you cum. God you look so sexy when you spill right into my palm, or my mouth. Do you remember how it felt, Edward? Hmm?"

By the time she finished her speech, I was beginning to respond to her incessant rubbing. It felt good, and I wasn't in any condition to tell her no. Carmen pushed me backward, and my head rammed against the wall, and a low growl escaped my lips.

Her hand snapped open the button on my jeans, and her fingers traced over the smooth skin on my abs. Carmen's warm lips slanted against mine, and her tongue forced itself past my lips. She skimmed her fingers over the elastic on my boxer briefs, pulling the white fabric away from my body.

I pushed her away, and shook my head, images of Bella flashing into my head, "No, we can't do this. Carmen, I'm not in love with you, and I'll never be in love with you ever again."

My jeans were on the floor, and she knelt down, her eyes holding mine as her lips skimmed over the exposed skin. She gently sucked, and my hips bucked, eyes closing. Carmen had always been able to shut me up, and this time was no different. As her lips moved against my flesh, her head bobbing, I gripped the wall, before grasping at her hair, pushing her head away from my hard on.

"Carmen! Stop! I don't fucking want this, I want Bella, not you!" Carmen snickered, and stood, wiping the sides of her mouth off on the back of her hand.

"I know you want this, Edward, I can tell. Your hard for me, baby, just like old times. Don't you want to slip inside me? Fill me with your long, thick--"

"Shut up." My voice was dangerously low, remembering the last time I had filled Carmen, and how she had ditched me and my daughter.

"Excuse me? I just gave you head, and this is how you repay me?"

Her voice was getting high pitched, and snotty. I tucked myself away from her eyes, and pointed towards the door, "Leave now. You're quite good at that if I remember correctly."

She smirked, backing away slowly, "Oh, Edward. Don't you know? You're too good for Bella Swan. Why have her when you could have me? I'm Libby's biological mother, and that would stop so many questions. Keep little Libby out of the spotlight, away from danger. I love you Edward, and I can learn to love Libby."

My nostrils flared as I ground my foot against the floor, "Get out of my house. Or I swear to God I will remove you." I could feel my ears burning with anger, and my fists were curling into balls as I glared into the bitch's face, my eyes narrowed, "NOW!"

Carmen giggled, "Fine. But keep both eye's on little Libby. Who knows when she might disappear?"

I reached behind me to pick up the vase from the table and I threw it across the room. The ceramic shattered against the door as it closed, and I shattered too. Sliding down the wall, I buried my face in my hands, once again regretting my decision to not go after Bella. She had been perfect, and I was still in love with her. I needed to see her again, and I needed to protect both her and Libby. They were my world, my reason for living.

I had to get Bella back, and I needed to keep Libby as close to me as possible. Carmen would never hurt my daughter ever again.

BPOV

I didn't know exactly where to go, or what to do once the realization of what was happening hit me. Things were racing through my head so fast that I couldn't grasp anything. I couldn't concentrate and…I was afraid.

I was scared out of my mind at what I knew was happening. I knew it. I could feel that it was right. But I was scared. I didn't know how I could possibly do this by myself.

I grabbed my coat from the closet and my purse off the table next to the door, knowing there was only one person that would know what to do. Alice was the one person I needed to tell me that every thing was going to be alright. My very best friend. She had always been with me through the hardest time of my life, giving me words of encouragement and saying that things would always get better.

I ran out to my newly acquired car, some kind of SUV, but I never bothered to know what exactly it was, and was instantly reminded that Edward would know exactly what vehicle it was if I were to ask.

Wanting to get to Alice all the sooner, trying to block out thoughts of Edward, I stabbed the key into the ignition to have the SUV purr to life, the radio turning on automatically as I ripped out of the drive way.

"…you are really okay and wanted to see if you were checking in on your medication too. You know I love ya and take care honey. I know you're under a lot of pressure. See ya. Bye Bye!"

I didn't really pay any attention to the song, just thinking of it as background noise. But the more I thought of Edward, the more I desperately needed a distraction. So I focoused with all my might, on the lyrics, trying to push any thought of him from my mind.

"I have to block out thoughts of you so I don't lose my head
They crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed
Dropping little reels of tape to remind me that I'm alone
Playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home
There's a burning in my pride, a nervous bleeding in my brain
An ounce of peace is all I want for you. Will you never call again?
And will you never say that you loved me just to put it in my face?
And will you never try to reach me? It is I that wanted space"

I felt goose bumps on my arms spark to attention, and my chest heaved as the song rang out through the car. A song that so closely resembled my exact thoughts. I barely noticed as my lip began to quiver and tears prickled my eyes as the song rang on…

"Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you

Hate me in ways
Yeah ways hard to swallow
Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you"

It was as if they knew exactly what I was thinking and my reasoning for why I had to let Edward go. I had to do this to make sure that they were better off, to make sure that they could have the lives they wanted. It was the only way to keep them safe.

"I'm sober now for 3 whole months it's one accomplishment that you helped me with
The one thing that always tore us apart is the one thing I won't touch again
In my sick way I want to thank you for holding my head up late at night
While I was busy waging wars on myself, you were trying to stop the fight
You never doubted my warped opinions on things like suicidal hate
You made me compliment myself when it was way too hard to take
So I'll drive so fucking far away that I never cross your mind
And do whatever it takes in your heart to leave me behind

Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you

Hate me in ways
Yeah ways hard to swallow
Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you"

"And with a sad heart I say bye to you and wave
Kicking shadows on the street for every mistake that I had made
And like a baby boy I never was a man
Until I saw your blue eyes cry and I held your face in my hand
And then I fell down yelling "Make it go away!"
Just make a smile come back and shine just like it used to be
And then she whispered "How can you do this to me?""

I pulled off to the side of the road, my vision far too blurry to be able to drive and farther. Putting the car in park, I cupped my hands over my face, leaning down into the steering wheel, sobbing out all that I had bottled up since the last time I allowed myself to cry.

"Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you

Hate me in ways
Yeah ways hard to swallow
Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you
For you
For you
For you"

I slammed the off button on the radio before clumsily searching through my purse for my cell phone, tears dropping down and splattering onto the upholstery of the car. Wiping the back of my hand across my nose, I began to scroll through my contacts, before hearing the phone ring.

Once…twice…three times…before I finally got an answer.

"Hello?"

EPOV

"Edward?" I gripped the handset tightly, my eyes squinting as I tried to make out the voice on the other end. It was one that I hadn't heard in sometime, but why was I hearing it now?

"Jacob?" His deep chuckle was my response as I leaned against the kitchen counter. After Carmen left, I had gone and taken Libby from my parents. It was going to be hard to trust my father again. I had berated him, and he had apologized but I didn't believe him. I couldn't believe him. If I wanted to protect my daughter, I had to keep her away from anything that could harm her.

"Edward, how's it going?" Libby was sitting at the table, stirring her soup, waiting for the hot liquid to cool down. I turned away from her, busying myself with cleaning off the counter as Jacob waited for my response.

"I'm doing okay, Jacob, how are you?" A soft puff of breath made me turn around and watch my daughter as she blew cold air past her lips and onto her soup. I walked over and kissed her cheek before lifting the soup bowl away from her, "I'll put it in the fridge for a minute or so, honey."

"Look, Edward, you need to come back. She's miserable without you." I settled the red bowl on the shelf, and I felt a gentle tugging on my pants as I turned to look down at my daughter.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Daddy, is that Jakey? Can I say hi? Pwease?" I sighed and handed her the phone, leaning against the counter. Bella was miserable, but she left me. I swallowed as my daughter chattered with Jacob, when I heard the question that I had been waiting for.

"Jakey? How's mommy?

His deep voice told my daughter what she wanted to hear. That Bella was fine, that she missed Libby and that she loved her. That she would see my daughter again someday. I wasn't sure if I condoned his response, but I didn't snatch the phone away from her.

I opened the refrigerator, and lifted out Libby's little red bowl, "Sweetheart, your food's ready. Tell Jacob goodbye. You can call him later if he says its okay."

Libby nodded, and told Jacob goodbye, before silently handing me the phone. I helped her back into the chair, and placed the bowl in front of her. Once Libby was situated, I left the kitchen for some privacy. I didn't want to worry about Libby picking up on my emotions.

"What do you mean she's miserable, Jacob?"

"She's in love with you, Edward, did you honestly think that she would be happy once you left?"

I pursed my lips, and inhaled through my nose, "Jacob, in case you missed the memo, she left me."

His voice rose, and I could tell that he was getting agitated. He was sick of this too, "And you didn't go after her, so who's at fault! You have no idea what it did to her when you didn't come after her!"

I tried to keep my voice steady, as my foot bounced against the floor. He was taking her side, but he had no idea how bad it hurt me when she left. Would she have stayed had I gone after her? Most likely not.

"Jacob, she knew what she was doing when she spoke those words. She knew exactly what she was saying. She used my ex's last words before she left, and she knew how upset that would make me. She was going for the shock factor." I realized that I had yet to say her name because it hurt too badly.

"Edward. Bella needs you. She's just a shell without you. Everyone sees the front she's putting up, but no one can pull her out of it, except you."

A part of me was glad that Bella didn't seem to be functioning without me, but it hurt. The only woman that I loved was in pain because of me. Whether it was directly or indirectly, Bella was in pain.

The doorbell rang, and I heard Libby jump from her chair, running towards the door, "Elizabeth Grace! Don't you dare open the door!"

Her feet skidded across the floor, and I heard her huff, "Well hurry up!"

"Jacob, I'll call you back in an hour or so, okay?"

"Fine, but if you don't I'm calling your parents to come break down your door, dude. Got it?"

I rolled my eyes, and walked towards the front door, "Yes, Jacob, now go fix your makeup. I'll talk to you later."

After hanging up the phone, I pulled the front door open to see a smirking Carmen. I pulled Libby close to me, and dropped the phone to the floor, glaring, "I told you to stay away from my house."

Carmen pursed her lips, and reached her arms out towards my daughter, "Come to mommy, sweetheart. She's missed you."

Libby backed up closer to me, and I lifted her into my arms, creating a barrier between her and Carmen. My daughter buried her face into my shoulder, "You're not my mommy!"

My ex wife laughed, and I felt Libby's tears through my shirt, "Ask your daddy, Elizabeth. I am your mother. Now come here!"

"NO!" Libby's tiny fingers gripped my arms tightly, but I would never let her go.

"Carmen, get the fuck out of my house, or I swear to God, I will call the police."

Her tone was teasing, and the way she spoke sounded as if she was talking to a small child, "What will they do, Eddie baby? Hmm? Ask me to leave? I haven't done anything wrong. You opened the door, and invited me into your house."

I pursed my lips, "You've worn out your welcome and by not leaving, you are trespassing. I'm going to ask you to leave, one more time. Or else."

"Is that a threat?" I could tell Carmen was reaching for me to threaten her, but I wouldn't take the bait.

"Or else, I will call the police and have you physically removed from the premises. Am I making myself clear?"

My first mistake was turning away, my second mistake, not making sure Carmen didn't have anything heavy in her hands. And my third mistake? Not protecting my daughter better.

BPOV

"Alice, I need you," I bawled into the tiny, silver device.

"Okay, honey, just calm down. Where are you, Bells?" she asked in worried tone, coming from a place that seemed to be booming with voices and music, and laughing. It was so eerie to hear the difference. The cheerful background amidst the gloomy emotions I was feeling.

With a voice that refused to cease breaking despite my greatest efforts, I rambled off the directions of where I was. Luckily it was not far from the little bar they had been at, and was only minutes away from the home I was sharing with Jacob.

"Alright, sweetie, I'll be right there. Don't move and wait for me," she answered back. I could hear her voice quiet slightly as she said, "Jazz, hand me the car keys, I need to go to Bella. Jake, can you give him a ride? Thanks," Then here voice went louder again, "Bella? Honey? Do you want me to stay on the phone as I drive to you?"

"No, Alice," I assured her in a voice that I'm sure did nothing to comfort her about my condition. "I'll just wait for you," I said meekly.

"Alright I'm on my way." And with that she hung up and I still held the phone at my ear for a moment before snapping it shut.

I leaned back against the seat of my car, my hands on the steering wheel, though the ignition was off. My eyes were looking out the windshield but were focused on nothing. I saw nothing. Just a blur of colors in the dying light of the evening.

But that wasn't why my vision was so impaired. I wondered if I had seen anything since that day over a month ago. I knew I hadn't, knew that the color had faded away from the world. A world that was once a brilliant kaleidoscope of bronze and green. But black and white barely even had meaning anymore. Instead it was as if everything was different shades of gray.

Alice's hair was a dark gray, though her skin was light. Jacob's eyes were a dark gray, and Jasper's hair was light. That's how everything was. Totally absent of any beauty that had once filled in around me. It was gone, or at least I couldn't notice it.

I felt the tears roll down my already damn cheeks, the tears each taking a different path down the smooth skin, as I sat there, my eyes not blinking. That's what happens when I stare off and think about him. My eyes refuse to focus on anything and they remain frozen open, despite what spills from them.

Time lost any sort of value, so naturally I had no idea what time it was when Alice's car rolled up beside my borrowed SUV. Even as I heard her engine cut off and her car door open, then slam shut again, my eyes stayed as they were…unseeing, and my body remained as it was…stiff.

Not even a twitch at the night air when Alice opened the driver's side door to help me out. After a short silence, I allowed myself to blink, but that was the only part of me that moved as the moment caused more tears to spill down my face.

When I spoke, my mouth was the only thing I let move as I still looked out the windshield. "Do you think he ever really wanted me?" It was no louder than a whisper, afraid that if my voice was any louder, the message would fly from the car and away with the breeze. I sounded hoarse and strained due to the crying, but I knew she heard me.

Her arm went around my shoulders, holding me to her, but it was gentle. Too gentle, as if I were made out of glass and she could shatter me if she applied any more pressure. But I was already shattered. Broken into a million little pieces as if some one had taken a hammer to a beveled mirror.

"Bella, of course he did," she spoke in a whisper too. I wondered if it was because she was also afraid the wind would carry her words away, her lies away to the listening ears of others. "He loved you, and so did Libby. He wanted you to be her mother, Bells. You have to know that," she said this in a kind, motherly voice. But she was wrong. So wrong.

Of course I had told Alice what had happened. But I kept it short, telling her only that I had let him go to protect him and Libby, and that he never called my name to stop me, or ran towards me to grab my wrist and pull me back to him…to home.

"He told me I wasn't her mother. He said that she wasn't ours, she was his," I said, my head dropping in shame.

I could hear her suck in a small gasp at my words and I know it shocked her that he would ever say something like that to me. It had shocked me as well, but the shock was a cashmere scarf on my skin compared to the sever it left upon my heart.

"Bella, I'm sure he was just upset. We all say things we don't mean when we're angry, even to the people we care the most about." She gave my shoulders another gentle squeeze, then leaned her forehead against the side of my head as she continued. "I've said a lot of things to Jasper when I'm angry, and we all know how angry I can get," she joked, adding a very quiet and gentle giggle at the end of the sentence as her hand rubbed my shoulder.

I couldn't help but let out a small, very short giggle that sounded like it got caught in my throat through the sobs I had previously let escape my mouth. "Yeah, we all know how you can get," I teased warily as I rocked my shoulders slightly to the left, a gesture of my jesting.

She inhaled long in through her nose before bending her head down so that her lips touched my hairline on the side of my head. "Come on, hon. We're gonna go to my house for a much needed girl night. I'll kick Jasper over to Jake's for the night," she said as she pulled out her cell and started to call Jasper.

She walked away from the vehicle as she talked, not as if she didn't want me to hear, but more to give me my space. As she explained to Jasper the arrangements for the night, I slowly unbuckled my seatbelt and guided it to the side, so it wouldn't hit anything. I reached over and grabbed the beige purse I had gotten a couple years back from a New York trip with Alice, and exited the car.

It was almost completely dark as the gravel beneath my feet crunched with the weight I put on them as I walked to Alice's yellow Porsche. Typical. I almost smiled at her need for speed and the fact she couldn't go two months without her "baby".

When she was finished, she clipped her phone shut before putting it in her bag of a purse and turning towards me, her sunglasses still propped on her head from earlier that day. "All set. Let's go!" she chirped as if everything was back to normal. As if the color had returned and the gray had bled into the color.

But that's not how it was, and I didn't want to pretend everything was right when it was still so wrong. Alice could pretend all she wanted, but I would have no part in her play because I knew that that's all it would be. I would be pretending until I was alone again, and Alice was the one person I didn't want to pretend for. I wanted to tell her everything.

"Alice?" I asked as she drove along, bopping her head in time to the music on the radio. Music that was so much more upbeat then the song that had happened to come on while I was driving.

"Hmm?" she asked, her head continuing to bob and her eyes paying attention to the road.

I felt me face start to heat up. "Can we stop at a gas station or supermarket, please?" I asked.

Continuing with the music she smiled and said, "Sure. I think the supermarket is best. Then we can get the ice-cream."

"Sounds great," I said, thought my tone sounded anything but. Instead of the happy and perkiness that response required, my tone was flat and detached.

As she drove to the local supermarket, I could feel my stomach start to tighten into knots. My leg was bouncing up and down in anticipation by the time Alice pulled into the parking lot.

She turned to me and gave me a smile. "Bella, chill. It's just some moose tracks and cookie dough. Nothing to be afraid of," she joked lightly, though her voice was quiet. When I didn't respond, but my breathing became heavier and my leg bounced faster, her tone was worried. "Okay, Bella what's wrong? Please tell me."

I turned to her and took in a shaky breath. "I think I'm pregnant." No need to beat around the bush about it, I suppose.

Her eyes widened and she instinctively looked at my stomach and then back up to my eyes as the gentle tapping of rain started to drip down onto the car. "You and Jacob…?" she trailed off but I was able to stop her thoughts right there with my tears.

"No, I haven't been with anyone but…" I tried, but I couldn't say his name. He was no longer a part of my life and I couldn't even say his fucking name.

"Shhh, this is good news, honey," Alice tried to soothe.

I glared at her. "How is this good news? I can't raise a baby on my own," I sobbed as the rain started to pour down harder.

"Oh, Bella," she said, taking both her hands to cup my cheeks. "You should know you'll never be alone. You'll always have your friends, and your dad. Imagine how happy Charlie will be when he finds out he's a grandpa. That child will be so spoiled," she smiled lovingly at me like a mother would and I couldn't help but to smile back.

"But I want it to have a daddy," I told her. Then I realized how wrong that statement was and I shook my head. "I want him to be the daddy."

Alice enveloped me in a big hug and we stayed in that little car with nothing but my sobs, Alice's soothing words, and the rain beating down on the car.

Eventually though, she pulled away from me. "Look, we don't even know if you're preggers yet," she smiled. "So, let's go find out." With that she jumped out of the car and into the rain, running around to my side of the car with a giggle before opening my door.

I walked in with Alice grabbing hold of my elbow as we went down aisle after aisle, picking up things such as two cartons of ice cream and a tube of chocolate chip cookie dough, not to mention two 2 liter bottles of soda (one for each of us). The last item we got would be, of course, the pregnancy test.

We stood looking at a wall filled with nothing but different brands of them. Boxes of pink and blue stared back at us as we gazed at shelf after shelf of tests.

"Whoa," was the only word that came out of my mouth, the knot tightening as if there was a cow boy in there tugging on it. "How do we go about this?" I asked, not tearing my eyes away from the boxes.

"I guess a good ol' fashion plus and minus would be best," Alice advised.

Well that narrowed it down to about twenty.

We ended up leaving the store with three tests. Two of the same brand and one that was different, just to be sure. The ride back to Alice's house was silent as my leg started to do that bouncing thing again and I almost threw myself out the door and into the house the moment the sports car stopped.

Locking myself in the bathroom and peeing on the sticks before setting the timer did nothing to cure the knots in my stomach. That's right, KNOTS. By this time there was definitely more than one.

While I waited, I went out to find Alice biting into the tube of cookie dough we had purchased and I let out a huge breath, attempting to wash my worries out with it.

"Here, you could use this," she said, handing me the foot long tube, which I promptly took a huge bite out of.

"Thanks," I said as I handed it back as I chewed. Then, once the food was down my throat I added, "For everything."

She came over to hug me saying, "Hey honey, that's what best friends are for." She opened her mouth to continue, but the dinging of the timer told us that time was up.

The knots were in full tugging, tightening mode when Alice bumped me towards the bathroom and my feet started to shuffle toward the door sealing my fate that I had kept closed for the waiting period.

With my hand on the doorknob, I turned it slightly and pushed in to find the three pieces of plastic on the counter. Those three little things would possibly change my life, and as that realization hit me, I closed my eyes, walking until my outstretched arms hit the counter and were the three were lying, the first day of the rest of my life, facing upward.

This is it. The end of Edward if it's negative and the beginning of a new life if it's positive. It was the first time I had even thought his name. But that's what I was thinking. Not knowing which outcome I wanted. If I wasn't pregnant with Edward's child, there would be no reason he would ever take me back. No reason to go back and risk his and Libby's lives. But if it was negative, the only thing I had left of Edward was gone. There would be nothing left of him.

The thought of being a mother, of being responsible for someone else's life was beyond terrifying. It was a responsibility that was beyond anything I had ever taken on. And of course, I knew that I would have to face Edward again. I would have to at least let him know that he was a father again…whether he wanted a part in that child's life, I had no idea.

This is it. The knots were almost painful now and I could feel as the rope stretched and tightened so hard that it was almost at the point of snapping. This is my future.

I opened both my eyes and stared down at the counter top. Down at the three pieces of plastic that displayed my future more clearly then any fortune teller ever could. The knots did, in fact snap and I erupted into intense sobs, my body jerking with each that poured from my mouth. Tears of indecision because at that moment I didn't know what to feel except for to cry.

Uh oh, Poe! Edgar Allan Poe, of course. Anyway, I'm sorry...I'm not sure if I need to apologize, but it's always good to apologize even if you don't think you did something wrong. Now…on to my sneak peak to the sequel of FFY ;)

Sneak Peak: What a Rush

"And I said,
"Romeo save me - I've been feeling so alone.
I keep waiting for you but you never come.
Is this in my head? I don't know what to think-"

He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said,
"Marry me, Juliet - you'll never have to be alone.
I love you and that's all I really know.
I talked to your dad - go pick out a white dress;
It's a love story - baby just say 'Yes.'"

I glanced towards her for a moment to wink, and when I turned my eyes back to the road, I saw the horrible accident that Bella had told us that Alice had foreseen. I gazed into my backseat, and as I parked the car, both my father and I stared at each other. When we got out, and started towards the scene, I winced, hoping that the kids would stay inside. The accident was brutal.

Shayla slid out of the car, and the smell of blood made me hold my breath. I concentrated on my two kids, knowing that I had to calm myself. Shayla's hand on my shoulder helped and I nodded once I felt that my control was returning.

We walked toward the scene noticing that no one had arrived. This was a road less traveled, and from the excessive loss of blood, we knew the girl wouldn't make it unless we helped her. Alice had let me know that using my power would be reckless. The girl needed to be changed, that or death were her only options.

End Sneak Peak… So let me know what you think. If you've never read TOC, then BOO YOU! But if you have, let me know.

See you soon,

Hayden

Hey guys. Riveting stuff, eh? So I hope you enjoyed that chapter. I know I know you want to kill me for not saying if she is or isn't preggers, but seriously, where's the fun in that? As with the last depressing chapter I LOVED doing this one. Hate Me is one of the most perfect songs I've ever heard and I was thrilled to weave it in…not to mention so Edward in New Moon. Also I know, holy metaphors on my part. I know, that was a bit ridiculous, but it kinda just hit me and when I typed it out, I really liked it. So, have a great weekend guys. Hope we helped to start it out right. Now, if you don't mind, I have a date.

Much love and even more writing,

ashel-13