Thanks, so much Sherry and Paige! You two are the most amazing betas in the world!

"I can't confront you

I never could do that which might hurt you

So, try and be cool

When I say:

'This way is a water slide away from me

That takes you further, every day'

So be cool

Say it ain't so

Your drug is a heartbreaker

Say it ain't so

My love is a life taker."

-Weezer-

EPOV:

It didn't take long to convince Jasper to watch Charlie so I could work on my plan. It might be a rash decision, but I truly think it's the right decision for me. I hope it doesn't freak Bella the fuck out when she sees it. She's a bad liar, so if she thought it was stupid, it would be clear on her beautiful face. Hopefully, it will illustrate how special she is to me, or at least, that's my plan.

Jasper has agreed to watch Charlie tomorrow, so I can hit up the tattoo shop in the city. I know I brought Charlie along last time, but bringing a crying baby to a tattoo shop isn't really appreciated by the artists who are trying to concentrate. They'll really have to concentrate tomorrow when they do the perfect line work on my ring finger. She hasn't said yes to anything yet, but her name is the only one I could ever imagine being wrapped around that finger.

I return home with Charlie in my arms and her ring in my pocket. I still can't believe that I'm going to fucking propose to this girl. As soon as I see her, I want to shower her with kisses, but the look on her face when I walk into my apartment, stops me in my fucking tracks. She's curled up on the couch with a box of tissues at her side. The television is on, but she isn't watching it. Instead, she seems to be spaced out.

"Bella?" I ask as I approach her. "Baby, what's wrong?"

She ignores me, and continues to stare into space. I take a seat next to her and consider calling her sister. Alice would know what's going on with Bella, wouldn't she? I put Charlie in her lap and I'm happy to find that she instantly takes him into her arms and kisses his forehead. At least there's that. I stand up and pull my phone out of my back pocket and walk to the kitchen to hook it up to my charger. Something in the trash can catches my eye as I plug my phone in. There's a bouquet of roses in the trash. What the fuck?

"Bella, what's this?" I ask her, returning to the living room with a few of the crumpled roses in my hand.

She takes a deep breath and gives me an apologetic look. "My ex has been trying to get in contact with me over the last few months."

What the fuck!

"Why didn't you say anything?"

She shrugs, her face crumpled. "You've been dealing with so much stuff lately, I didn't want to worry you. I didn't think it was that serious. I never responded to a single text and last week I decided to just block his number. He's reached out to me over Facebook and I blocked him on that as well. I haven't seen him in years, so I don't understand what the point is of him doing this."

"So, it's been escalating?"

She nods. "When he first started trying to contact me, it was friendly enough. I told him straight off the bat, that I had a guy in my life and was happy. He said that was fine and he just missed talking to me. I couldn't say the same, and stopped responding to him. I would get a random 'what's up' text from him now and then, but nothing more than that. I can show you the texts if you want to see for yourself, I wasn't doing anything behind your back."

I believe her. I know she couldn't do that. Besides, I was around her practically every second I wasn't at work, so I would know if something was up.

She continues. "Anyway, it wasn't too bad until I posted a few photos of our trip on Facebook. He wasn't friends with me, and I hadn't thought to block him. Somehow, he must have seen them, because he messaged me asking about the photos."

I remember the pictures she posted. She had been so excited to share them with her friends. They were of her, Charlie, and me in the pool. A few were of my teaching Charlie to 'swim'. We looked like a happy little family. I even started my own Facebook page, so I could share the photos with the few family and friends that I had.

"What did he say?" I ask.

"He just told me how much I had changed and how different I was from the girl he dated. I didn't respond, but he's right, I am different. I'm not the weak girl he knew in college."

Bella practically spits the words out. Suddenly, I want to beat the shit out of this guy. What did he do to make my girl so fucking angry? If it's something bad, I'll have to keep myself from fucking killing the bastard. No one hurts my girl.

"I think he's in town," she says quietly.

My heart fucking stops. This bastard is in town? I don't know him, but I already hate him.

"So, he sent you flowers as what...a peace offering?"

"I don't know what his game is. I thought blocking him on everything would send a pretty clear message."

"If he keeps bothering you, I can talk to him," I say without a second thought.

Hell, I'd beat the shit out of him if she wanted me to. Whoever this guy was, he was barking up the wrong tree. If there's anything I won't tolerate, it's someone messing with my family. We sit in silence, as we both cool off. I have so many questions running through my head, but I'm not sure how many Bella is willing to answer.

"How long did you guys date?"

I hoped they didn't have an extensive history and I certainly hoped that she hadn't loved him at one point.

With a sigh, she says, "We dated when I was a freshman in college. He was my first proper boyfriend, or at least, I thought that at the time. I was young and naive I guess, and Liam knew that. He was two years older and extremely popular. I just couldn't believe he liked me out of all the girls in school." She pauses for a moment and collects herself. "Anyway, it ended badly and I broke up with him. We both moved on and there hasn't been anything between us since."

"So, you think this Liam guy is interested in you again?" He better fucking not be.

"Fuck, I hope not."

My girl rarely curses, so when she does, I know something is getting her riled up. Usually it's my cock that makes her curse, I have to say it's usually fucking hot when she does it...but under these circumstances, not so much. I pull Bella against my side and kiss her forehead, wanting her to know that she is safe with me.

"If he continues to bother you, let me know, I'll handle it."

Shit, I would do anything for her. I'm not going to allow some guy to come into our lives and fuck things up. I love Bella too much to let that happen. We both deserve happiness, and I won't let some douchebag jeopardize that.

A/N: So…what do we think about this guy?

Song- "Say It Ain't So" by Weezer.