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A/N: Sorry, guys! I know in my replies yesterday, I told you I'd have this up yesterday. Unfortunately, we got hit by a tornado and I wasn't able to finish it. This is the first chance I've gotten to read through it and edit it so I can post it now! Yay! :D

Also: to anyone who did not recieve a reply from me, I am sorry! I do my best to reply to every review and usually send out a quote from the next chapter, as well. Some of my replies refused to go through and, since I had intended on posting the same day I was replying, I did not attach a quote! Sorry, guys! You'll get them next time! :D

To those who I couldn't reply to because they don't allow PMs to be sent to their account (totes cool, btw! I just like to be able to respond to you!):

Anima92: I think I may do a few chapter from Edward's POV in the future and I'm really happy you said you'd like to see it! :D I was actually debating it! :D

Also...made a cover for this. If anyone else wants to make a cover for my story, let me know! I think they're really cool! I'll feature it for a while as the cover and post a link here, etc! :)

Now...after that long note, here's a really cool chapter that I hope you like!

Chapter Three

If you've never worked as a full time nanny, then you don't really understand how amazing the job is. You get to take your kid to school and the rest of the day is yours…until you eventually have to pick them up from class at the end of the day.

For me, the day being "mine" has entailed Jasper giving me the rundown on the household for the last four days. And, it has taken him roughly four days just to explain how things work with Edward Cullen's schedule and Nessie's schedule.

Surprisingly, as busy as Edward Cullen is, he leaves the penthouse at the same time Nessie and I do each morning. He makes sure to have breakfast with us and he makes sure that he is always available when Nessie goes to bed. In the week that I have worked for them, Edward has had to work late one time and, even then, as soon as he got in, he kissed Nessie good night.

If there was anything that was certain, Edward Cullen loved his daughter.

Unfortunately, as much as I loved working for the Cullens…seven o'clock in the morning was still incredibly early.

Crawling back up to the penthouse is terrible. Nessie was incredibly hyper this morning. Getting her to school was more of a chore than usual. She had so many questions and just kept talking…

Who am I kidding? She's six. It's shocking that she didn't do it earlier.

I drag myself onto the bar stool while Jasper is pouring himself cereal. He has informed me that everyone is responsible for their own breakfast. He didn't care that he was the butler; he was sleeping in.

Actually, his exact words were that he didn't care what the rest of us did with our nights, but, he had a social life that could only be rivalled by a rock star.

I'm not sure that I believe that, but he wants to sleep in and I won't begrudge him of it.

Jasper started laughing as soon as I throw my head onto the kitchen island. I've pretty much deigned that I will be ignoring the expensive décor of the apartment. Black marble is quite comfortable when you're tired. "I see someone had a rough night…" That damn Southern accent shouldn't be so smooth…He sets something in front of me and I raise my head just to see what it is. I narrow my eyes at the cup of coffee, not quite understanding as he pours himself another one. He nods toward it. "Coffee. Best hang over cure."

I push the coffee away from me. "I'm not hung over. I'm just tired. Unlike you…my social life is non-existent," I mutter.

He shrugs, picking up the cup and taking a long drink from it. "Suit yourself, then," he says, sitting down across from me at the island. Jasper is a completely different figure than Edward. Though they're roughly the same height, Jasper is oddly slimmer than Edward, but still muscular. I'm honestly not sure who would win in a fight between the two of them. His bright blue eyes always seem to have a secret joke hiding inside them. He's oddly comforting…which is the only reason why the long silence before he speaks isn't unnerving. I can tell he is choosing his words carefully. "So…have the other nannies said anything about the way you dress yet?" I look immediately at my clothing. I'm wearing a non-descript grey track suit. Honestly, it flatters me and it helps me to be able to run around after Nessie in relative comfort. Edward hadn't said there was a dress code…

Jasper sees my confusion and takes a bite of his cereal. He immediately begins talking around the food in his mouth. "When you're working for the New York elite, you have to look the part. Don't you notice the things the other nannies are wearing?" I blink in confusion. Honestly, I don't pay that much attention to what the other nannies picking up kids are wearing. I'm more concerned about getting Nessie and getting her home or to the park. Depending on the day and the amount of homework she has.

"Is there something wrong with the way I dress?" I would rather have him correct it than have Edward Cullen confront me about my inability to dress myself.

Jasper looks me over again. "What I'm saying is," he stops himself and leans heavily back against the barstool. "Do you even know what a designer label is? All I'm saying is you might want to use that first gigantic paycheck of yours and buy some new clothes that you just wear to pick up Nessie."

I laugh at him then. "Oh, like you look like the other butlers out there is your Ralph Lauren sweater and distressed denim jeans!"

Jasper nods, as if to say I have a point, but, still tries to explain. "It isn't like I have to deal with the other butlers…that, and I'm not the old hag watching kids for a living." He teases me, punching me playfully in the shoulder. Apparently, when you are the help, it automatically means that you're the best of friends.

"Says the one working as a butler…" I mutter. I reach out and steal a piece of his toast, shoving it in my mouth before he can protest. He rolls his eyes at me. Jasper is like my brother after a week of knowing each other. "Speaking of…how did you get into being a butler for the Cullens?" I see the pause in his movement to get another bite of cereal. It isn't a large pause, but, it's enough for me to know that I've struck a nerve. "You don't have to tell me! I was just curious. If it's something you'd rather not…"

He puts his spoon down and, when he looks back up at me, he almost looks sad. "It's not much of a story. And, you're going to find out sooner or later, right?" He picks up his other piece of toast and takes a bite. Then, he smiles at me, his eyes still sad. "Sorry. Thought I'd take a bite before you stole my good piece." He winks. I'm wondering if I should simply excuse myself. I was too curious for my own good…

As I'm about to get up, he begins to tell me how he began to be employed. "I guess…in a way, all of us in the household are charity cases of some kind," he murmurs to himself. "You're a wannabe actress who can't find work and I'm…well, honestly, Bella, without this job, I was homeless." He shrugs, unwilling to say more. I respect that. I suspect that I don't want to know what he did before this. He takes a long drink of his coffee, then. I wait, patiently, trying not to be offended by the fact he considers me to be a wannabe actress. "Then, about six years ago, I'm…I'll be honest, Bella. I broke into Mr. Cullen's apartment. His infant daughter was inside. Now, he had every right to shoot me. If he killed me, I don't think I could have blamed the man. But, instead, Bella…he offered me a job. Found me a place in a halfway home, got me on my feet again. Two years later, he gave me every option to leave…instead, I chose to move in, become his fulltime butler. Helping to raise Nessie when she kicks out her nannies. You've lasted a week, if that's any comfort. It's the longest the last three have lasted. I think she likes you." He winks at me and I'm pretty sure that's all the details that I am going to receive.

I purse my lips. "Yeah...sounds like we're lucky the Cullens found us then, huh?" Jasper nods in affirmation. He pushes around his cereal in silence, neither of us willing to talk. I am sorry I bothered him about the past. I have more questions now than I have answers, though. Where is Edward's wife…er…Nessie's mother? Why had Jasper chosen Edward's apartment?

And, conversely, why was Edward Cullen crazy enough to hire total strangers?

When he goes to clear his dishes, I stand and lean across the island. "So…" I begin. He doesn't say anything, so, I continue. "You wanna take me shopping?"

Nessie goes to bed at 8 p.m. EST. I have to get her up at 6 a.m. EST. This gives me two hours of night to myself. Honestly, that isn't so bad. There are a shocking amount of things that you can do in two hours and be productive. Especially when your boss has informed you that you have free run of the penthouse you are all living in.

Jasper is popping out of his room just as I am coming down the stairs. Jasper has the only bedroom on the first floor while Nessie and I have the two connecting bedrooms upstairs next to the master suite. Jasper told me he likes having his bedroom downstairs as it is closer to the home theater. I can understand the draw.

"Nessie asleep already?" He asks as he winds a scarf around his neck. I'm convinced it is solely decorative.

I nod as I walk toward the library. "She was out like a light," I say, laughing. "I think taking her to the park might have to become a regular thing if she tires herself out like that. Makes all of our jobs easier."

Jasper laughs, grabbing his keys off the rack on his way out the door. He pauses before he presses the elevator button. "Is Edward home yet?" He looks slightly troubled as I shake my head. "He call Ness?"

I shrug. Nessie has her own cell phone I didn't see her pick it up or talk to Edward, but, that didn't mean that he hadn't called when I popped out to go get a water or to run to the bathroom. There were a number of possibilities. "He might have just gotten held up."

Jasper looks even more troubled. "You know what…why don't you and I watch a movie in tonight?"

I raise an eyebrow. "Didn't you have a date with some chick named Maria at a club on Broadway that is impossible to get into?"

Jasper looks at me severely. He is my older brother, alright. "Now, Miss Bella, I don't feel right leaving you and Nessie here alone when you're new here. Two women left alone at night in New York, anything could happen and you'd be unprepared." He said, already taking his scarf off. "Besides…she has two other boy toys on the side. I'm just the Thursday night guy…of course, she's just the Thursday night girl for me…suppose we have an understanding…" He smiles, conspiratorially at me. "So, what do you want to see?"

"No!" I say, holding up my hands. "You are going out, Mr. Whitlock, and I will not be responsible for your lack of booty call." I jokingly start pushing him toward the door. "You have my cell phone number. And, I have yours! If I need anything, I'll call you!" I smirk at him. At least he's a gentleman. "So, go! Have fun! I'm going to be reading Shakespeare before bed!"

Jasper sighs, unable to stop smiling. "Alright, Miss Bella…but, if you need anything, you better call. Anyone walks in that door," he points dramatically at the elevator, "you call me. And, there's a gun in my bedroom. I expect you to use it."

I open my mouth to say something, but, he's already stepping into the elevator. "Good night, Bella! See you in the morning!"

I laugh and wave goodbye and rush to the library. I'm going to go read Shakespeare and turn the TV in the upstairs den on low so the two story penthouse isn't quite so quiet.

An hour later, I'm reading Much Ado About Nothing, at least I am trying to, when I hear the elevator ding. I ignore it. You have to have a key to make the elevator work for these floors. Despite Jasper's paranoia, it has to be someone who lives here. Since Nessie is asleep and I'm reading a book, it has to be Edward or Jasper.

I hear the person quickly running up the stairs, trying to be quiet. I glance up from the book to see Edward Cullen, slightly disheveled, but as gorgeous as ever. And, I can say that about him, knowing he is entirely off limits. I smile up at him. "Welcome home, Mr. Cullen," I say, quietly as he approaches me. I know he's going to tell Nessie goodnight and probably go to bed himself.

"Thank you, Bella," he says, in a tone that says he is genuinely grateful. I return back to my book. "I'm going to check in on Nessie now," he narrates, as if I care that he is going to say goodnight to his own daughter. I thought it was endearing and normal…but, when you narrate it…

Five minutes later, he comes out of her room and throws himself onto the couch next to me. I pause and look up at him. He seems so relaxed in his suit and tie, slightly rumpled. I wonder if Jasper got those dry cleaned enough…

Edward Cullen is closing his eyes and leaning his head back. Should I leave or can I stay? This isn't really a problem I've ever had with a boss before…

"You enjoy Shakespeare?" he asks, his eyes still closed.

"Quite," I say, looking from him to the book in my hand. What was I supposed to say? I felt like there was a correct answer to this that I was not seeing…

"What's your favorite play, Miss Swan?" He asks me, casually. This is strange. We are actually talking. Having a conversation…about intellectual things…while he is half asleep on his couch.

"Hamlet?" I think that's an acceptable answer…Should I have said something more cliché instead? I'm not used to an employer being this talkative…

He nods, his eyes remaining closed. "A tragedy. Not one for happy endings, then?"

I raise an eyebrow and scoff. Shakespeare and happy? Even his comedies end up with a tint of darkness… "Shakespeare isn't where you look for happiness and humor…"

He opens his eyes then and I can tell that he is exhausted. I can see the purple under his eyes. I wonder if he gets weekends off… He nods at the book in my hands. "That one has both," he says, then, seems to reconsider. "Well, it has both, but, it also has the drama that you would expect. You'll like it," he says, off handedly, as if he's trying to make conversation, though, he is failing. What little we have spoken has always been professional, never really about anything outside of my qualifications and duties. Talking Shakespeare seems to be off the wall for us, honestly.

But, I've only lived here really four days…

I smile and try the polite approach. "Good to know. I'm enjoying it so far. I really like Beatrice and Benedict as characters," I turn back to the book, expecting him to leave.

"Tell me about yourself, Bella," he says, gently. I snap my head up, confused. That was an unusual request. "Nessie seems very fond of you. And, she tells me stories that you've told her. Even still, I know nothing about you at all. Where are you from? Do you have any pets? What about your parents?"

I chew on my lip. Those were random facts. "Well…I'm from Forks, Washington," I murmur, "I never really had any pets. My parents split when I was little. I spent most of my time between Forks and Phoenix. Two completely opposite places," I laugh that the two should even be in the same sentence. "My dad is still in Forks, depressed that I'm not coming back to be stuck in Forks with him for the rest of my life," I smile, knowing that isn't why he's upset that I have a job working for Edward Cullen. "I'm afraid there really isn't anything special about me, Mr. Cullen," I say,

My boss sighs and shakes his head, getting up from the couch. "I think I need to go to bed," he says, quietly, and, I think he has ignored everything that I have said. He ruffles my hair like I've seen him do to Nessie many times. I laugh, deciding he had made the correct decision in going to bed. "And, Bella?" He says, already on his way to his room. I stand up, as if I'm being commanded to. He smiles at me, a very dashing, crooked smile. "You're anything but ordinary. There are a lot of special things about you; you just can't see them because you aren't looking."

With that, he walks down the hall to his bedroom. I can only stare after him, uncertain what he meant by that comment. I tilt my head and stare dumbly at the hallway, long after he has already turned the corner. I don't know why he was kind to me…

But, I do know as I throw myself into my bed that his nicety has left me with a puppy crush on the one and only, gorgeous Edward Cullen. And, I know, this might become a problem.

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