First and foremost this is the original story before I started to rewrite it... and got stuck in the writing of the rewrite. If you are following the rewrite you will notice quite glaring differences between this and the one you have already started following. I do not intend on giving up with the rewritten version, however, I think you guys waiting for me to get over my blank slate of a muse isn't going to happen any time soon. So I am re-posting the original. This was my first completed story and it is very different from how my last stories flow.

Secondly, this is not beta'ed. NOT AT ALL. There will be mistakes in spelling (I'm Australian and some words we spell differently). The layout will honestly have you wondering what the hell I was thinking. I wasn't; well that's not true. What I was thinking was that I knew what I was doing and screw anyone else... yes I was a conceited little shit even at the age of 31.

Thirdly, there is 68 chapters to this story, including the epilogue and two outtakes. All of which have been uploaded to my profile so I should be able to update daily. Please understand that I have a busy life in the real world. This includes two children, one grown and the other with disabilities. So while I should be able to update wherever I am, if something happens please understand that I will miss updating.

Last but not lease. I am not SM. Not even close. I do not own the franchise, work in any capacity with the publishing houses or studios. I merely escaped from reality to play with some characters that I fell in love with while reading four books in a matter of days.

B POV (warning, we meet an uber bitch today)

Sitting in the cafe waiting for young Bree was interesting to say the least, let alone how we found her. Rose had gone through at least 20 different letters to that had been sent from people claiming to be Baby Mother, and this wasn't including all those that got tossed aside by the mailroom. She was seriously thinking of hiring a specific person just to handle all the responses that came to the office. I swear she was going to kill me for talking her into opening this door; even though it was her idea. If it wasn't bad enough that I'd been helping Emmett with his romantic date that he was setting up she'd probably not be this worked up. Yes, the big man was taking my advice and getting his shit together. But that's a very different story and it was still a few hours before he was going to spring it on her.

Flashback

"Bella, why are we going through all this trouble again? I get that you want to help the girl but seriously maybe she won't answer back" Rose huffed as she was handed another pile of letters claiming to be the young girl from the letter.

We'd had some really close calls but when it came down to it most were just women who wanted help with their problems and were afraid to voice it to the public. I get that, but this girl had the balls to do this and she deserved to get the help I'd offered her.

"Where are you sneaking off to? For once you've got a lunch break and I'm pinching you for it. You can help me go through these. And no putting your hand out to help any more of them." She cried when I'd gotten up to take my lunch break.

"Rose, I was going to call Jasper, and cancel my lunch date with him. You need me more." Well, it wasn't a complete lie, I was going to cancel my lunch date, but it was with Emmett and Jasper.

Guess those two are going to have to do this without me today. I mean it's not too hard to sort out women's jewelry, especially since it is Rose we're talking about here.

"Well don't be too long. There's more here now then what there was before." She dismissed me to make my call, but as I didn't want to tip her off too much I just sent them a quick text and that was it. At least those two should be able to get things done without me for one day right?

She quickly divided the pile between the two of us, making her work easier than it would have otherwise. Both of us had memorized the little letter from our little obsession that had formed between us. I knew Char would want to join in if she knew what we were doing. But for some reason, I thought it might be a good thing that she didn't get caught up with this.

"Bella; if you don't find this girl this week then I'm gonna have to pull the plug on this you know that right?" and I did, but it didn't mean I was happy about it.

It had been two weeks and the crazies that had popped up both in the letters and the unexpected visitors claiming to be our missing girl. It was just getting to the point that maybe she wasn't going to want the help more than what I had already given her. We had both hoped that nothing had happened to the young woman; it would be devastating that someone would have to go through all this

"Rose there's a young girl down in the auditorium looking for you. I think she's another one answering the open letter that Bella had posted." Lauren, Rose's assistant called into the door, interrupting some quality time even if we weren't talking at the time. No clue what her problem was with me and really I didn't want to know what it was either.

"You want to come down for this one?" Rose gave me the Rosalie look.

You know that look that your friends give you when they mean you're-coming-don't-even–think-about-it look, yep that's the one. As we both were putting the piles we were sorting through down headed for the elevator to take us down to the lobby. There stood a short girl no more than 5'5 and weighing no more than 110 pounds soaking wet. Her straw-colored hair was pulled up in a high ponytail, flowing down almost to her butt, looking very scared but resolved. The receptionist of the day pointed towards the elevator which we just came out of the poor girl looked like she's about to pass out

"Miss Hale, this young woman is waiting to talk to you" the receptionist called when we were less than 10 feet away.

I felt sorry for the poor child in a way because if this was our Baby Mother, she's gonna be faced with an angry Rose, not a happy one; especially if this one was lying to us. "Can I help you, sweetheart?" Well, that's not the answer that I thought would come out of her mouth, nor was it nearly as bitchy as I was expecting. Maybe she was getting too annoyed having to read those letters again.

"Um, hi. So I wrote this letter to your advice columnist and she's asked me to write back with some proof that I was me. But I couldn't do that without letting my parents know what's going on. So I thought I'd come down here instead. I've got a copy of my original letter if you'd like to have a look." The small girl squeaked throughout the whole little rant that she was going through.

Rose grabbed the letter and you could see the recognition on her face when she had read the letter; it would seem Baby Mother had come to us. "Let's go have a seat, shall we? What's your name honey?" I asked the young one standing in front of me. She was visibly shaking.

"Breanne Tanner, but everyone calls me Brea. I don't know what's going on though. I thought I would be meeting Bella, I don't really have much time at the moment." Her soft voice no longer holding any of the confidence she held just minutes ago. Someone had done a real number on her. And that someone needed to have their ass kicked.

"Brea, I'm Bella. I want to help but you need to calm down and tell me what's gotten you so scared?" I wrap my arm around her trying my best to comfort her. Once we reach the seating area on the side of the lobby she took a few breaths to calm her nerves.

"Sorry, but I took your advice and called him, telling him I have something to tell him, that it's really important and it had to be in person, and he's due to arrive in two days. I haven't told my parents yet and it's just getting to me you know." While I'm glad that she's following my advice, however, I can't help but think she's doing it the wrong way.

"Bella, you gonna be okay with this on your own. I have to get back up there and finish looking at some articles for the next edition." Rose calls from behind; honestly, I've sorta forgotten that she was with us. I nod my head as she heads up to the office.

"Brea, why haven't you told your parents yet? They need to be there for you, and over the shock before you tell the father." I ask as softly and carefully as possible.

I watch as her eyes grow to the size of tennis balls. I listen to her tell me all about how she's scared her parents will think she's a whore and kick her out; how that's partially the reason why she hasn't told anyone that she's pregnant. Her family isn't very religious or anything but it's all she has and she's scared that she'll lose it all. We had been sitting there for well over an hour before we realized what the time was.

"Brea, did you want me there when you tell your parents and the father that you're pregnant? For support and as a third party?" before I even finish she's launched herself onto me. It's surprising how just the idea of help has brought this reaction out of her.

"Bella... you there?" Brea's voice brings me out of my thoughts of how this poor girl must feeling right now.

Apprehension and god only know what's going on in that poor girl's head and heart. I quickly stand up, no mean feat when you're 5 months pregnant and having issues with your center of gravity. Leaning over to kiss he cheek

"Sorry sweetie, I'm a bit out of it today. You ready for this?" I watch as an older couple stands behind the girl watching me intensely.

She nodded her head and began introductions to the group that would include roughly 2 more people. Her parents Chelsea and Marcus; while very polite and cordial to me, were a little worried about what my role was in this meeting. It was only a few minutes before a young man and I'm guessing his parents walked towards our table.

"Bella, this is Riley and his parents Heidi and Ben." I watched as little Brea started to shake beside me. The quick introductions were not unnoticed by anyone in the vicinity of our group.

"Listen I didn't travel here to meet some pregnant woman and lunch. What the hell did you drag me here for Brea?" Young Riley pretty much shouted at her, bringing her to cringe into my side.

If this was what he was like now, I'm glad that she asked me to be here, even though I know I sort of invited myself. I grabbed her hand under the table, giving it squeeze, trying to let her know she's not alone.

"Right, well as you know this is Bella, she's here to help me tell you all something. She's not here to judge or anything like that, but here to help me." Brea started to ramble over and over just phrasing the words differently.

"Get on with it would you," Heidi whined, well I guess we figured out where Riley got his bad attitude, poor Ben seemed genuinely embarrassed by his families outbursts.

"Right. Well, Riley, you remember before we broke up, at the senior prom. You remember that night?" Brea's voice was barely heard over the clattering of cutlery from the tables around us.

"You said that nothing would happen because I was a virgin remember?" her voice was no more than a whisper and I'm sure that no-one but myself heard what she was saying.

"Bella, what is she talking about?" Chelsea and Marcus seemed really concerned about their daughter; I could see that she was worried about nothing. Yes they would probably be upset and shocked but they would be there for her; and so would I.

"Brea, remember what we talked about, you need to be honest with yourself. I'm not going anywhere." I turned towards Chelsea before I continued.

"I think that it should be Brea that tells you what's going on, but please for all concerned it would be best if there was no yelling at what she has to say." I finished, pointedly looking towards both Riley and Heidi. They were making this a lot harder than it really needed to be.

"I'm pregnant." Those two words stumbling from Brea's mouth shut everyone up at the table.

"What do you mean you're pregnant? What does it have to do with my son?" Heidi's shrieked across the table at the poor girl beside me.

"It has everything to do with your son. He's the father. I'm nearly 3 months pregnant. And I'm keeping it regardless if he wants to be in its life." Her strength came back to her.

I knew she'd be okay, especially watching her parent's faces light up at the power she had shown standing up to Heidi. But watching Riley walk away throwing a temper tantrum was the panicle of childish behavior; though his storming off only led to more embarrassment for his parents to face.

"You should have kept your legs together. You won't be getting anything from us. Now if you don't mind I'm going to find my son, and we are going home. Coming Ben?" wow talk about a bitch.

She had that man on a leash. I truly felt sorry for him. I quickly slid my card to him in case he wanted to know what was going on. After they left it was time to help bring Brea's parents to the forefront of everything. We sat there for a good hour before it was agreed that I would be there to help with anything she needed. I had given them a card to one of my friends that would be better at helping in this situation, and even though I'd love to help as her more than as a friend, I knew it would be a conflict of interest and it wouldn't end well for all those involved.

I felt lighter when I entered the building afterward, I had helped the girl like I had said I would; I was able to reassure her that I would indeed be there for her and not walk out of her life. She needed stability and between her parents and myself, I knew that she would be able to get the best help with the child and everything that needed to be addressed. But before I could get to the elevator I had a text from Emmett.

One word; HELP. Damn it that guy needed his ass kicked again. I turned back around to find Jasper standing at the doors looking to see if I was in the lobby. Wonder what needed fixing.

"Baby, I need your help. He still hasn't picked out what to give her. The idiot is a nervous wreck." As he filled me in on what was going on; I knew that I wasn't going to be back at work for the rest of the day.

It meant that I'd have to go in tomorrow. Flicking through my mind to what it was that Emmett could have done to cause panic the list was just too long. So long in fact I hadn't even realized we had arrived at their apartment. The place was a mess.

"Note to self; never allow Emmett to plan and execute a romantic night again. Hire a chef and others for the next time." I told myself, thinking I had said it in my head, but the laughter behind me clearly meant that my filter was on the blink.

Yep, it was all gonna come out. It took a good 3 hours to get everything in order for his night, and Jasper and I had barely gotten out of the building before we saw Rose's car pull up in her usual parking space. I couldn't help but smile; she was finally going to have her romance. Now he only had to keep it up, even if it was only once in a while. She deserved it and he needed to show it.