Disclaimer: We do not own Twilight. But there once was an ancient peach. This ancient peach sat on and ancient block of would. Why wood and not glass, or plastic? Probably because… No, honey, you need to stop. What? Why? They want to hear about the peach. I'm really sure they don't. They want to find out if Bella is preggers and if Libby was kidnapped. Well yes, all that is very important…but…baby, the peach...You can tell them all about the peach later, honey. Mmk.

To The TGIF Gang. In case you were wondering I did end up writing a story that started out like that for a creative writing class. The teacher loved it…lol.

I wanted to say thanks to everyone who has reviewed. We have reached 2,000 reviews which is fantastic for 14 chapters!! So this is dedicated to you.

Ummm…a major WOW to all the Carmen hate that was going around. LOL! The words of dislike (alright, it was downright hatred) made me proud of how outspoken you guys are…lol. It was truly excellent.

I would like to note one thing. Why when talking about reviews and updates I am the one that's life is threatened while Hayden is stolen away from me, on picnics with you guys. That just doesn't seem fair. WONT ANYONE TAKE ME ON A PICNIC?! sobs

This next note is for very few people who have criticized the updates we are getting in. I am honored that want to read more of our work, but it is extremely difficult to update. Especially this one because it is the two of us together and schedules need to be worked around. So please understand that. And thank you to those of you that do. We really are trying.

I wanted to give a special shout out to 4theluvofMary because I am currently reading her story, "Private Tutor" and I love it. I saw your name on a review and just about flipped a shit….lol. I love your story.

'Ello, governor! So as of right this second, the girl and I are arguing as to whether I should add more to this chapter or not…Let's see her response…

Our argument is going nowhere, but what she doesn't know is that I've already made up my mind. I just want to know what she thinks… You'll see below :D

Dear trulydazzled, Edward would like to offer his sincere apologies for your detention. He would, however, like to know what words you quoted in order for you to be in such trouble. So let us know, because in all honesty, I'm curious too.

So, I watched The GingerDead Man tonight…Dumbest horror movie ever, but it was funny as hell. We kept rewinding it just to see his face in certain parts. The gingerbread looks like an over grown terd. Thus, my absence left the girl all alone, although she managed to write like a good little child, so APPLAUSE!

Sorry that this is up a day late. I had midterms this week, and I realized that I have NINE articles to write for the newspaper before Decemberish. UGH… My life sucks. So, I was told to tell you the following:

Ashel says:

mk

tell them its your fault

i was a good girl for once

Haydex says:

nothings my fault, ever lol

Ashel says:

Mhm

But really, thank me. Or it would end with the last BPOV ;)

Well the boy is out tonight, leaving me alone, with no inspiration for my key phrase. So I suppose I will just say, I can ride my bike with no handle bars while yelling, ON WITH IT….

BPOV

I sat on the white tile, crying, out every thing that had been bottled up before. I cried for Libby, for Edward, for my family, my friends, and for myself. It wasn't necessarily out of sadness, and it wasn't completely out of joy. It was a cleansing that I felt I needed if I was to survive what was to come.

The child growing inside of me didn't need to be bared with my baggage. So I let it all shed and spill out onto the tiled floor, and then, as I got up to go outside to Alice, I let it stay there. No more crying because this was not something that should bring tears. This was a blessing.

When I stepped out of the bathroom with one of the three sticks in hand, Alice was pacing back and forth with a look of concentration wrinkling her brow. She stopped when she noticed I was out and quickened her pace over to me, her heels clicking the whole way.

"Bella. Is it…"She trailed off and I held up the test with the little pink plus sign for her to see, as a teary eyed smile came to my face.

After her tackling me and giggling like a school girl, she took both of my hands in hers and looked me in the eyes, her smile dragging down little by little. "You have to go see Edward," she told me.

In truth I had already known that I would have to tell him. It would be wrong not to and there was no way I would keep this a secret from him. Thought I doubted I had the strength necessary for me to see him again, I knew I had to.

It hadn't taken more than a couple hours to arrange the flight and when Alice suggested that maybe we call him first, I shot that idea down straight away. If I called there was no way he would even listen to me, he would hang up, refusing to hear anything after my voice uttering the word "Hello". It would be much harder to ignore me if he saw that I was there, in front of him.

It had been a short plane ride. Or perhaps it just seemed like that because I was dreading the confrontation I would soon be having, the entire ride there. Either way when the plane landed, Alice suggested we stay at her house, rather than going to my flat where Emmett had been injured.

Alice had been checking in daily to hear of Emmett's condition getting progressively better. I, however, had only called a few times, partially because of guilt and partially because I was never in the mood to talk to anyone over the last month. By this time he was fully recovered and out and about protecting Rose who was on location in Mali filming her new movie.

As we entered her and Jasper's apartment, I thanked god for the timing and that production had given us a three day weekend to gather our bearings before continuing with the final shots. But the film would be wrapping up within the next month and then we would all be back here.

I breathed in the air of the apartment, noting how much it smelt like home. It was one of those smells that made me happy and that reminded me of the fun Rose, Alice, and I had had in the small space. The sleepovers planned and the movies watched. As nice as Hawaii was (or could have been, had I actually gone anywhere besides production and Jacob's house), this was where I would want to be. Perhaps it was due to Edward being so close that I could almost feel him near me, but regardless, I had suddenly felt a little more refreshed.

"So, when are you gonna do this?" Alice asked quietly as she put her suitcase down and her keys on the table by the door. Alice had agreed to come with me for moral support, and when I told her it wasn't necessary she waved me off saying she was getting sick of wearing the same clothes and she needed to restock.

I let out a huge sigh before answering. "Probably today. I would much rather get it over with then keep worrying about it," I told her.

She nodded in agreement, a smile slowly coming across her face. "Alright go shower and clean up, I'm gonna make you look so good, he'll have no choice but to take you back!"

My heart sank a little at that knowing that it would take more than a little make up and a curling iron to make Edward love me again. Not that I wanted that. I did, but he wouldn't and he shouldn't. I left him for a reason and no matter what I feel when I see him, I would not ask him to take me back. He and Libby needed their distance from me. NO, I would go just to tell him about his baby (I ignored the tug my heart made when I thought the phrase, "his baby") and then leave. Just like that. Nothing more.

That's what I kept telling myself, but it obviously wasn't true and Alice could tell too since I was fretting over every little detail of my hair, make up, and dress…something I never did.

"Bella, you are not wearing a dress! Its going to seem like you're trying too hard," she said, exasperated.

"But I'm not," I lied. "I'm not trying at all."

"Just put this on, and come outside," she said, throwing the outfit on the bed and stalking out of her room.

Since I was at her place, I was limited to what could be worn. Alice sizes didn't measure up to Bella size. So it was down to a floor length white, flowy skirt that came above my ankles, even after I tried to pull it down lower and a teal blue tank top with gorgeous white flower print. Alice smacked a teal necklace and bracelet to match and then all but pushed me out the door.

We had discussed this. She wouldn't come with me. This was something I needed to do on my own, but she guaranteed that she would be in the living room waiting for me when I came home, when needed her. And it was an undeniable truth that I would need her. I was certain I would come back to the apartment, crying my eyes out and she would hold me and whisper soothing words the whole night. As I had said, we had discussed this. And I knew what it would do to me to see Edward.

My breathing was shaky as I took Alice's car to the familiar house. My hands would've been trembling even worse than my breathing, but they were gripped so tightly on the steering wheel, my knuckles were turning white.

When I rode up the long driveway and set the car into park, I noticed a car next to the familiar shiny Lamborghini. It wasn't one I had ever seen before but then again, perhaps Edward or even Carlisle had decided they wanted a new car. Though, it wasn't a very attractive one.

Stepping out of the car in my brown sandals, I glanced up at the house I almost thought of as mine, before walking to the large door, attempting to gather my marbles before knocking. Nothing happened, so I just stood there, waiting. As I raised my fist to knock again, it sounded as if a vase had broken on the floor and I froze for a moment. Perhaps he had seen me and that angered him.

I was talking myself into going back to the apartment and maybe trying again tomorrow, when I heard a piercing scream coming from inside the house. My intentions of coming back tomorrow forgotten (along with what I was there to do), I threw open the heavy oak door of Edward's home and ran into the foyer to find Edward on the ground, eyes closed, with shards of glass all around him.

My inspection was interrupted by another scream and I ran towards the sound in the living room to find a bawling Libby, tears streaming down her face, mixing with snot as one tiny hand went to wipe them away.

In front of her was a caramel haired woman who was hunched over, trying to talk to her. Every time the woman reached a hand toward Libby, Libby would scream and back away.

Suddenly her green eyes looked up and found mine and more tears ran down her face as she yelled out, "MOMMY!"

"Yes, that's right, come to mommy. I'm here for you now, Libby," the woman said to the hysteric child. This made Libby scream out in what seemed like anger and frustration.

"Stop it!" I yelled, running towards Libby and pushing the other woman out of my way so I could get to her.

I gathered her up in my arms and her face when to shoulder, her arms around me neck as she kept saying, "Mommy! I love you, Mommy. I miss you," into my shirt. I patted her small back as I stepped towards the woman.

"Who the hell are you, and what have you done to Libby and Edward?" It took tremendous effort not to yell and scare Libby further.

"I'm Carmen. And that," she gestured to Libby with a sneer, "is my child. Hand her over."

I instinctively held Libby even closer to me. "Get. Out." I almost growled, "Before I have you thrown out."

She opened her mouth to say something, when the crunching of glass made us both look toward the opening of the living room. There was a muttering of voices in which made me freeze. Did this crazy bitch bring others with her? What were they doing to Edward?

Before I could come up with anymore crazy scenarios, Carlisle stepped into the living room with a curious and worried gaze. I let out a breath of relief so large, my eyes closed with it.

"Thank god, Carlisle. Is Edward okay? Is anything wrong with him?" I asked quickly.

He seemed to have to shake his head, probably pushing away all the questions about my presence and answered. "He's fine, Bella. Just unconscious."

"Good," there went that sigh of relief again. "Now would you do me a favor and watch this piece of…" I looked at Libby who was now looking up at me and I gave her a gentle smile before choosing a different word, "trash while I call the authorities?"

"Esme has already called the police and they should be here soon with an ambulance," he said before turning to look at Carmen with a very pissed off expression as he shook his head disappointment.

"Mommy, you're back," Libby said with a smile.

I took her over to the couch and sat down as I started to wipe off her tears. "Mhm, Mommy's back," I said back gently, leaning in to kiss her forehead. "I love you, Libby Bug."

"I love you too, Mommy."

I left it at that and I didn't talk about Edward, and I tried even harder not to think about him. About how scary it had been to see his body laying on the floor, because the moment I did, I knew I would start thinking about how closely I had come to losing him.

I rode with Carlisle and Esme to the hospital, clutching Libby in my arms the entire time. They set him in a room, but I didn't go in. It wasn't my place. So instead I called Alice to let her know what had happened as the rest of his family watched over him.

I was just finishing my call with a very frantic Alice when Carlisle came up to me and said, "Bella, he's awake."

EPOV

Splitting headache couldn't even describe the pain I was in. I felt the IV in my arm, and shifted my eyes towards the bag of fluid rushing into me. This sucked. Carlisle had told me that Libby was safe, and that I had suffered from a concussion. I wasn't in any mood to talk to him; I had almost lost my daughter because of him.

The plastic band on my arm itched, and I wanted to leave. Why would they keep me like this if it was just a concussion? It didn't make sense, and the IV would be unneeded too. Pursing my lips, I glared at the white ceiling above me. Nothing was going right; nothing had gone right since she left.

I heard the door click, and in an instant, my daughter was by my bedside. Libby smiled up at me, and waved, as if she were afraid to speak and break the silence in the bright room. I winked at her, and her smile grew. Libby reached her tiny hand out and traced my palm as it lay unmoving on my bed, "Hi Daddy."

I closed my fingers around hers, grasping the tiny hand in mine. Libby's toothy smile made my lips curve up into a smile and she struggled to lift herself onto my bed and into my arms. Two hands shot out to grab her as she started to slide, dragging the sheets with her, "Easy, Libby Bug."

That voice. I swallowed, and kept my eyes on my daughter, afraid that if I looked up, Libby would disappear, or I would be greeted with a nurse, who had my love's voice.

When a pair of lips pressed against my forehead, I knew instantly who was in my room. As the lips stayed pressed against my flesh, I felt soft splatters of water hit my forehead. Bella's sobs broke the silence in my room.

My hands automatically reached up to wrap around her, to bring her down onto the small bed next to me, and Libby. Her whispered apologies washed over me, and I couldn't help but apologize too, for everything I'd done. For letting Carmen in my house, to not going after her, and for almost losing our daughter; Libby was our daughter, and as far as I was concerned, she would never have just a Daddy ever again.

Bella wore herself out, and as her brown hair splayed across my chest, I didn't want to blink. I didn't want to lose anytime that I might have with her, especially if it was limited. My door opened again, and Alice walked in my room, no bounce in her step. My parents were behind her, and I still refused to make eye contact, or speak to my father. I had forgiven him, but betrayal like that was hard to forget.

Alice raked her fingers through Bella's hair, and Libby smiled up at Alice, waving in silence. Smiling, at my daughter, Alice continued to brush Bella's hair with her fingers, "Hey Ms. Libby."

"Hi Aunt Alice. My Mommy's back!" Normally I would have chided Libby for raising her voice, but I didn't have the strength to scold her. I let out a puff of breath, and concentrated on the gorgeous angel as she rested against my chest. As I rubbed her back, I thought about why she was so exhausted, but I was sure that the stress of flying here was catching up to her.

"Alice, why are you two here?"

Alice raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, as she watched my tender movements, "Bella wanted to come and see you. Is that a problem?"

I rolled my eyes, shaking my head slowly, "Nope. I just wanted to thank you for having impeccable timing."

Libby shifted her green eyes to me, "What does impeccable mean?"

A groggy voice answered my daughter, and I swallowed hard. I had never expected to hear that voice ever again, but here she was, speaking to our daughter, "It means perfect. Like your Daddy is impeccable."

"My Mommy too!"

Libby giggled, and reached her hand out for Bella's and I kissed my love's check softly, "And her Mommy too."

A man cleared his throat, and I looked up to see who I assumed was my doctor. Narrowing my eyes, I concentrated on his badge. He seemed to notice my concentration, and he chuckled, "Hello Edward, I'm Doctor Kyser. I work with your father."

"Nice to meet you, sir."

"You as well, although I wish I hadn't been under these conditions."

I searched my brain, trying to figure out what Kyser's job title was. I hoped that he wasn't a neurosurgeon. Once again, he seemed to read my mind, "I'm an orthopedic surgeon, Edward."

I hissed, knowing that this couldn't be good. The drugs were blocking the pain, but I knew that something had been wrong. I had been unable to place it, but Bella's head jerked up, her eyes narrowed, "Orthopedic surgeon? What's wrong?"

Kyser smiled at my anxious Bella, "When Edward was knocked out, he managed to embed shards of glass in his wrist, and his fall broke his wrist." He glanced at Libby, "And I have specific instructions from Dr. Cheney that you need a new cast, Elizabeth."

Libby giggled, "Daddy and I are gonna get matching casts! Aren't we Daddy?"

I glanced down at Libby, narrowing my eyes playfully, "Anything but pink or rainbow. Got it, pal?"

She giggled, "Got it, bud!"

They wheeled me out to my parent's car, which made me roll my eyes. Halfway there, I stood slowly, and Libby jumped into the chair. I proceeded to push her under the guidance of a wary nurse, who wouldn't stop snickering about the color of my cast. Libby had chosen purple.

Before we could leave, I noticed that Bella's features were pale. Apparently, my father noticed too because he was the one who caught Bella as she fainted. I snatched Libby out of the wheelchair, as they settled Bella into it, and carted her off towards a room. Alice ran after them, and stopped one of the nurses, before whispering something in her ear.

The dark haired woman nodded, and continued after the wheelchair. Alice turned and walked back towards us, a small smile on her face. I placed my hand on her shoulder, my eyes looking down at her, "What was that all about?"

Alice shrugged, "Just telling them Bella's allergies. Relax, Edward. Everything's going to be fine, okay?"

I rubbed the back of my neck, being careful of the small cuts on my skin. Libby kissed my cheek, her head resting against my shoulder, "Don't worry, Daddy. Mommy's a warrior! Just like you."

Tickling Libby's sides, I laughed and I noticed that everyone around me smiled. Libby grinned, squinting her eyes, "Daddy, I missed your laugh."

Brushing my nose against Libby's I smiled, "I missed it too, Libby Bug. I missed it too."

As we sat in the lobby, Libby played with the water fountain that cascaded down the wall, her tiny fingers catching water droplets before they dripped from her hands, down the drain to be recycled again. When someone called my name, I glanced up, smiling when I saw a face that I recognized. The only problem was that the reason I recognized her face was because she had delivered Libby, "Dr. Andrews, how are you?"

She smiled, and nodded, her eyes glancing over at Libby, who was giggling loudly as the water sprayed over her hands, "I'm doing well, Edward, and I see that Libby is too. I heard about what happened with Carmen, and I'm terribly sorry. I know she used to be a good woman. But I haven't come to discuss that. Will you and Libby follow me please?"

Dr. Andrews was also Libby's pediatrician, and as we walked down the white hallway, Libby's hand in mine, Melanie Andrew's kept glancing back at the two of us. Libby tugged on my hand, "Daddy? Am I getting a shot?"

I chuckled and shook my head slowly, "You're up to date, pumpkin. I'm not sure why we're back here, honey."

Melanie smiled at us, as she stood in front of a room, "Someone in here would like to see the two of you. Ready?"

Libby nodded, her curls bouncing around her shoulders, and I shrugged, "Sure."

Bella's smile greeted as she sat on the edge of the bed, her hands bracing themselves on the crinkling paper, "Hey you two."

It amazed me how forgiving Bella was being, but as my eye's met hers, I could see underlying sadness, and I knew that if she stayed, we had to talk. Libby wandered over towards her Mommy, reaching out tiny arms to be lifted onto the bed.

Dr. Andrew's tutted when Bella reached to lift Libby, and as I moved closer, I heard the same sound of disapproval, "No heavy lifting for you either, Mr. Cullen. You just suffered from a severe concussion, and your wrist is delicate. I'll get Libby."

Nothing in the room gave away the reason for us to be back here, and as I settled myself on the seat next to Bella's bed, an odd feeling overcame me. Before our fight, the last time I had been this close to Bella was at a hospital in Hawaii. It was odd, to be reunited at a hospital on our own turf, so to speak.

Libby rested her head in Bella's lap, and Bella stroked my daughter's hair. Melanie paced in front of us before she stopped and smiled at Libby, "Already has mothering tendencies. Good for you Bella, I think you're better prepared than you think."

My daughter popped her head up, "Prepared for what?"

Bella turned towards me, swallowing slowly, "Edward, I need to tell you something."

There it was the thickness in my throat that only Bella could give me. The need to touch her, and comfort her because it was obvious that she was worried about something that I knew nothing about, "You can tell me anything, love. Anything, always."

Bella smiled and reached out for my hand. I moved my fingers so that I could feel her pulse, and her heart was racing. Melanie cleared her throat, and nodded, urging Bella to tell me, "Edward. I'm pregnant."

BPOV

"Edward!" I started to shake his resting form after he had fainted onto the bed I was sitting on the edge on. The paper made the crinkling noise as his body sponged into it.

"Hmm…" Dr. Andrews began, trying to hide the smile, "I thought you were the one that would need that, not Edward." Her eyes sparkled in amusement, but I was too worried to laugh. Libby on the other hand, squealed with laughter as she looked at her dad.

I couldn't stop the panic from creeping up on me though. Did he not want another baby? Or was it that he just didn't want it with me? It had seemed as if he had forgiven me, but I had been wrong before.

Dr. Andrews had called a nurse to bring a wheel chair and within seconds, they loaded Edward into it before wheeling him away, Libby tagging after him. I suppose after a head injury, they wanted to make sure a patient was alright after fainting.

Dr. Andrews then started her work on me. Probing here and there and checking my breathing. At the end I was told to wait and she would be back in a few minutes. During the waiting period, Alice had knocked on my door and came to sit where Edward had been before fainting. How she knew the room I had no idea, but she had always been a little psychic.

"So, how'd he take it?" she asked.

I shook my head slowly. "He didn't. He ended up fainting before I could get a proper response." That made Alice giggle a little bit.

"I'm sure he's fine. He loves being a dad, besides, I think you're forgiven. Now you can stay, right?" She smiled brightly at me as if everything was alright.

"Alice, this doesn't change that I am still putting him in danger. I just wanted him to know that it was his baby," I told her with a solemn expression.

"Bella, don't you see? Things are changed now. Not because you're having a baby, but because Edward got hit over the head by a crazy bitch with a vase," she said, bumping my shoulder with the last part in an attempt to make me smile. It worked.

"What do you mean? How has it changed anything?" I asked her.

"He was here, in the safety of his own house when he was hurt. It had nothing to do with you. Man, if he can survive that crazy menstrual broad, there is no doubt that he could handle a stalker that thinks threatening is sending notes," she said gently, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

Dr. Andrews came in, and after concluding that I was, in fact pregnant, I began to tune her out, instead thinking about what Alice had said. My leaving had nothing to do with Edward's accident. Though I was trying to protect him, it seemed that he still found his way into danger. Not to mention that if we being apart caused him half the pain it caused me, I'm sure neither of us was better off. And lastly, I was sick of trying to stay away from him. I wanted to be near him. Longed for his touch, his smell, his soft and comforting but still protective hold.

I couldn't stay away from him any longer. Not for my good and not for his. I was far too selfish now and too weak to ever be able to leave him to protect him again. I would gladly suffer any injury so long as he was there to help me heal.

There was another knock at the door and when it opened it revealed a sheepish looking Edward and a smiling Libby. His expression was composed but when he met my eyes, a pink tint glowed on his cheeks.

Libby ran and jumped up to Alice who set her on her lap gracefully. Edward came to stand beside me and I looked worriedly up at him. He kept his face a mask as he looked at our doctor and reached for my hand, giving it a squeeze.

"You need monthly check ups so we can track your progress," Dr. Andrews explained. "I would be happy to be the one to deliver Edward's second child," she smiled.

I smiled back at her until I realized. "I'll have to fly back for my check up next month." It was more of a mutter than anything. Something I was thinking to myself, which I hadn't meant to say out loud.

"Back?" Edward's head snapped back to look at me. "What do you mean? You're not staying here?" He looked royally pissed and hurt at the same time.

"Edward," I sighed his name, then turned back to Dr. Andrews who was looking at me in confusion. "I have one more month left on the movie I'm shooting in Hawaii. Is it a problem to fly this month and next?" I asked.

"Not, yet." She smiled warmly. "That should be fine. And I would be honored if you came back for me to be your doctor."

"Of course," I smiled back. She was so friendly that I wouldn't dream of anyone else taking care of me and my baby. Well, besides Carlisle.

Edward dropped my hand and took a step away before turning his whole body towards mine. "You're going back? You're leaving again?" Yep, he was pissed.

"Edward…" I started, but he shook his head and picked up his daughter before leaving the room.

I just stared after him, the tears taking no time to well up and spill over as my hands went to my stomach as if to want to calm the baby there. He didn't want it. He didn't want to have a child with me. That much was clear as he stormed out of the office doors.

"He just needs time," Alice said, putting a hand on my knee. I nodded but I don't think I believed her.

"Let's go home, Alice," I said quietly, my voice strained with emotion.

She looped her arm around my waist and we walked to the door, saying a muffled good-bye to Dr. Andrews. "Come on, sweetie." Alice chided as she helped me into her car. Apparently she had a taken a taxi to Edward's to retrieve it.

On the way, I leaned my head against the warm glass of the car and closed my eyes. So many emotions had run through me that I was exhausted and wanted nothing more in that moment than just to sleep and never wake. Well, that was a lie. I wanted nothing more to be in Edward's arms, watching Libby and our new baby playing as he held me. My Utopia.

EPOV

I couldn't comprehend why she would come all the way to Hawaii just to leave again. The death grip on my steering wheel made me hiss in pain, dropping my casted arm away from the leather as I glared down the lonely highway. I should have let my father drive, but the immaculate trust that I had once instilled in him was tarnished.

"Daddy?" Libby's voice was no louder than a whisper as she said my name. My mother reached over to shush her because Esme could tell that I was upset, but I wanted to hear what my daughter had to say.

"Yes, sweetheart?" I glanced in my rearview mirror to see her face light up when I answered. Apparently, disobeying her grandmother and getting out of it gave my daughter great joy.

"When will we see Mommy again? And when will I get my baby brother? Hannah has a baby brother, I want one too! Like Brennor!"

My mother's voice was shocked as she spoke, "Baby brother? Elizabeth, honey, what are you talking about?"

Libby turned to face my mother and said, nonchalantly, "Mommy's got a baby in her tummy, Nana. Isn't that cool?"

"Edward?" My father had turned towards me, his forehead crinkled in concern. He too was uncertain as to why I had not shared this information with either of my parents. The car rolled into the driveway, and as I put it in park, Libby locked her arms around my neck.

"Got an answer for me, Daddy? Nana says that I'm a curious little thing. But I'm not a thing, am I Daddy?"

"No Libby, you're not a thing. Let's go inside, okay?" She nodded and kissed my cheek, before scrambling into my lap, "Be careful of that cast, honey, it's not fully dry and you don't want to dent it."

I set her on the ground and she ran for the house, "Hey! Hold it, little missy. Stop right there!"

A sheepish smile greeted me as Libby turned to look at me, "Sorry, Daddy."

"Oh I'll make you sorry." I lifted her and tickled her tiny stomach as she squealed loudly. I hoped that wearing her out would stop the questions. My father moved in front of us to unlock my front door, and I sighed, hugging my still squirming daughter.

The broken vase hadn't been cleaned up yet, so I made sure the Libby was away from the shards. I was uncertain as to whether we would be moving. Libby had performed all of her firsts here, but I wasn't sure if the emotional stress of the situation would be too much for us all.

Scratching my head, I picked up the remains of the broken vase that Carmen had used to knock me out, and nearly removed my daughter from my life. It was ironic that after her first departure I had broken a vase, her second departure, I had chucked a vase at the door, and her final departure? I was the vase that was shattered.

My breathing was shaking as I dropped the pieces in the trash can. I heard footsteps and was about to tell Libby to go sit on the couch when I saw my mother, holding a broom and a dustpan.

"You know, Edward, it's not very smart to pick up sharp objects with your fingers." I smiled and accepted the broom, and she crouched low to hold the dustpan.

"I'm pretty sure that most of those shards cut my head anyway. Maybe vases are like lightening, they can't hit the same place twice."

Esme chuckled, "That's horrible logic, sweetheart. You'll tear your fingers up, unless you plan on picking up the vase with the back of your head."

I winked, "Touché. Did you know that actually hated this vase?"

"No, why in the world do you hate it?" Esme reached her fingers forward to brush my bronze hair out of my eyes. I had noticed the stray piece but my mother always attended to it before I could manage.

Laughing, I slid the pieces into the dustpan, "Because this vase was the first present that I ever gave Carmen. It held roses, but I never had the heart to throw it away. It was Libby's favorite." I paused, watching my now smiling mother, "Hey Mom. Do you think that I should look at a new house? I mean, this house can't hold any good memories for Libby now, and my own are tarnished."

She sat pondering, before patting my knee and standing, "I think that you and Bella need to buy a house together. You bought this one with Carmen, but you and Bella deserve a new beginning, in a place untarnished with past memories. One that can hold your future dreams and your future children." She shook her finger at me, glaring menacingly, "And it will hold future children. It's impossible for a grandmother to use up all of her love on just one."

We walked to the kitchen were Libby was munching on grapes, juice dribbling down her chin. A glassful of chocolate milk sat in front of her, relatively untouched, and she had a dark moustache above her upper lip. I grabbed a paper towel off of the counter, wet it, and wiped her face, "There's my daughter. For a moment, I thought you'd turned into a boy."

"Daaaaady!" Libby giggled and shook her head, popping another grape into her mouth.

"Did you wash those all by yourself, little bit? Did you grow too? How long was I cleaning up those shards." She giggled, shaking her head furiously, once she swallowed the chewed grape.

"No! Papa washed them for me. He was out back, staring at the sky. He looks sad, Daddy, super sad. Is something wrong with Papa? He smiled when he made my grapes, but now he's all frowny… Daddy, is Papa broken? Can you fix his smile?"

Juice dribbled from her open mouth, and I dropped the napkin on the bar in front of her, "Wash your face off, monkey. I'll be right back, okay?"

"No!" Her voice was off balance, and she hopped down from the chair, "My face is clean, see?" Libby grabbed my hand, "Let's go see Papa. Come on, Nana."

I should have known that my daughter would be clingy. It was obvious that when she could see me, she was fine, but she didn't want to be alone with anyone but me. Lifting her up onto my hip, I walked outside, my mother following, Libby's plate left forgotten on the granite bar.

My father was pacing on the brick in my backyard, and I sighed looking at him. I knew that he didn't expect me to talk to him, and part of me didn't want too, but I knew that I had too. When I put Libby on the ground, she ran off toward the swings, climbing on, pumping her tiny legs.

"Dad?" Carlisle glanced up at me, his face torn, expression harried.

"Yes, son?"

I sighed, and sat on the patio set that I had recently acquired, gesturing for both of my parents to sit down. I had some explaining to do.

"Look, as Libby announced in the car, Bella's pregnant. But she's leaving, going back to Hawaii. It's obvious that she was never planning on staying. I'm happy she came back, and protected Libby, but…"

My voice trailed off, and my parents sat, waiting for me to continue. Esme reached across the table, and gripped my fingers, "Why are you sitting here then? You should be with Bella, she needs you."

Before I could speak, Carlisle nodded fiercely, "You need to be with her, Edward. Regardless of your problems, you need to make sure that she knows you will be there for her. Leaving earlier was a mistake. You were thinking irrationally. But now, if I know my son, he is ready to fix the mistake he made earlier. Go get Bella, Edward. Go get Bella and talk to her. We'll watch Libby."

I shook my head slowly, "Libby won't stay here with the two of you. She'll want to go with me. She keeps looking over at us to make sure that I'm still here. I let her down earlier today, and I don't think she can forgive me for it."

Esme scoffed, her hand patting mine lightly, "She will forgive you. She already forgives you, sweetheart. She's just worried about her Daddy. We were worried about you two, but we understand that Carmen will never come back. She's gone. Libby doesn't understand that yet, and when you fix things with Bella, you will both explain that too her."

"Now get Libby, and go see Bella. You two need each other, and I know how perfect for each other you are. I'm sorry I doubted it before, and I'm sorry I brought Carmen back."

My father was upset, I could feel the remorse rolling off of him in waves, the sadness in his eyes, "I'll never make a mistake like that ever again. But if you don't go get Bella, you will be making the mistake of a lifetime. Now take your daughter, and go get your girl. Or I will take you over my knee, and spank you until you can't see straight, stick you in your car, and follow you until I'm sure that you and Bella are together."

I snorted, but when I looked directly into his face, I could see how serious he was being, "Alright, we'll go. Yesh, no need to get violent." I pushed back the chair, letting the metal scrape on the brick, causing both of my parents to wince, "Elizabeth! Let's go get your Mommy, baby!"

Libby tore across the yard, and grabbed my pants, nearly pulling them down. Her hair was windblown, cheeks rosy red. Her green eyes were sparkling, and I chuckled as she wiped her hand across her runny nose, "Let's go get her, Daddy!"

God, I am going to need to run and hide for cover after that. I don't know why but I just can't stop adding drama. I bet when Hayden first read this he prolly groaned…lol. And you prolly did too. Just when you thought they were together. Evil? Yes. But after a story like MLOONAA, I needed to get my drama out there…lol. See you guys next week!

Much love and even more writing,

ashel-13

I was shocked when I read the POV, but it's all better now. Yay, Edward's going after her like he should have done in the first place.

To those of you who asked, the sequel to The Other Cullen will be out once I have a few chapters done. I mentioned this before, stating that I was worried that it would become another Fall For You, and I would lose my ideas for it. So, be patient, you'll get it soon enough.

Sorry, it's Saturday, and as I said before, it's my fault because of Midterms. BUT DEAL WITH IT! And, if you kill us… Who will finish the story? HMmmmm?!

See you soon,

Hayden