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If you're gonna jump for love, bring a Parachute instead of a Bungee-rope. Both will save you from falling off. Only difference is, one will keep you moving and the other will bring you back and forth from where you came from…your choice.

- Rizzi Vicci

Six Years Later

Bella P.O.V.

"Mommy, I think the toaster ate my bread."

My eyes flew wide open once I heard the quiet little voice against my ear. It was a mistake though. The light coming from my window nearly blinded me as I struggled to keep my eyes open. I let out a soft groan before looking to the side at my clock, barely making out the numbers due to my drowsiness.

Eight o' three.

Daniel, or Dan he prefers, laughed a loud belly laugh upon seeing my disoriented face. I turned my head to glare at him playfully. He returned the look with a smirk. Moments like these, he looks so much like his bastard father that it hurts. The same bronze hair, the same green eyes, and the same angular jaw. Jesus, he even had Edward's mannerism of smirking and pinching the bridge of his nose. There was no doubt that this kid was Edward Masen's child. He even managed to charm every female he's had the pleasure to encounter, no doubt following on his father's footsteps as a heartbreaker. The only thing he inherited from me was my pale complexion, instead of Edward's bronze skin. And if you looked real close, he had my ears, too. But I doubt anyone really gives two shits about people's ears. Ah, and let's not forget his inherited ability to blush at the smallest of things.

Yes, Daniel Isaac Swan was the epitome of adorable.

Currently, said son was on top of me, his five year old body all over my torso and stomach as he chuckled at my morning state. I sat up abruptly, making him fall back, his head hitting my left foot. For some reason, this caused him to laugh harder.

I crossed my arms over my chest. "Daniel, what did I tell you about waking people up?"

The little boy sat up straight and scrunched up his face, most probably due to my using his complete name. "That I don't wake anyone up unless it's an emergency."

My right brow rose, keeping up my mom face. "And?"

"The toaster ate my bread, mom! I think that's a very excusable emergency! What if that was the last bread we have? And I have no breakfast? You said so yourself that breakfast is the most important meal of the day. What if I missed it? And then I die? So, see? I had to wake you up. I don't want to die yet." He widened his green eyes, trying to appear innocent. I use the word trying because though he looked the exact picture perfect of innocence, the mischief in his emerald orbs let me know that he was fully aware that his words were complete bull.

My eyes did not waver. It did not soften, nor did it harden. My arms still crossed over my chest as I watched my son. He sat up straighter, mimicking my actions. He crossed his chubby little arms around his torso and narrowed his eyes up at me.

We continued staring each other down until we both couldn't take it anymore and broke off into wide grins at the same time.

"Come here, you little monster." I laughed, shaking my head as I opened my arm to let him scoot his way over to me. He wasted no time and crawled over to me, wrapping his arms and giving me a warm hug.

"Morning, baby." I mumbled, kissing his forehead.

"Morning, mommy." He replied softly.

Getting off of my bed, I wore my slippers and reached out for him to grab my hand. "Come on, my little brat. Let's go squeeze that bread out of the toaster."

Edward P.O.V.

Having a hangover while in the office is not an easy task. What I wanted to do was stay in bed and let the day fly by. But of course, being the CEO of Cullen Corporations prevented me from doing so.

I didn't even want this position in the first place. Yes, being the owner of a world renowned business corporation had its' quirks but mostly it was a pain in my ass. But my step-father, Carlisle, thought I had what it took to lead this business once he'd retire and so far, he had been right.

Sometimes though, I wish he wasn't.

Of course, I was in no way perfect.

There was a time, back in my teenage years, when I was careless as fuck and thrived to piss off any adult who wouldn't let me have my way. But ever since I caught my father, Edward Senior, cheating on my mother, Esme, I decided to grow up.

It wasn't that hard to see why women still came after my father. I inherited his copper colored hair, angular jaw and lean physique. What belonged to my mother were my bronze complexion and emerald eyes. Even at the age of forty-five, Edward Senior still had the ability to make girls half his age swoon. It was amusing once but I just find it repulsive now.

When I caught my father in bed with another woman who could pass as his granddaughter, I punched him over and over again. I yelled at him, telling him what a fucking prick he was for hurting my mother. For ruining a perfectly good relationship because he couldn't keep it in his pants. And what did he do? He laughed at me. He fucking laughed at me. I was about to beat him up some more until my mother came up to me and wrapped her tiny arms around me, begging me to stop.

And because she was Esme, I listened to her. I slowly unwrapped her arms around me and stormed into my room.

That night, my mother slipped into my room, crying. She told me that my father left us, bringing with him everything he needed without even a glance back at us. She also told me that this wasn't the first time he'd done this to her. Nor was it the second. Nor the third. But she didn't dare say anything against him before in fear that he would leave her. She loved him too much. She said she would do anything for him yet that didn't seem to be enough for him. And in the end, he still chose to be rid of her.

I wanted to hunt my own father down and knock some sense into him. I wanted to ask him who the hell he thought he was for hurting my mother like that, for playing with her like that. I wanted to yell at him for not being contented with one person. I wanted to ask him what gave him the fucking right to treat women like toys. But most of all, I wanted to tell him to fucking grow up.

But then, I came to realize that I was the world's biggest hypocrite.

His actions, his player ways, was exactly the way I was with girls. I was no better than the monster I called my father. Ever since I could remember, I'd never had a problem with ladies. They came to me like bees to honey. I was young, so why not play off for a little bit? Why not be careless and stupid? Girls everywhere dressed like sluts, acted like sluts whenever good-looking guys were around, so why not treat them like trash? They all knew what I was like, so if they came to me, it wasn't my problem if they got their hearts broken.

Except for Bella Swan.

She was innocent. Not exactly inexperienced, but she was not like those other girls. She did not come to me, but I went after her. And for what? To prove to Mike Newton and all those other douche bags in school how I could bang any chick I wanted?

I must be really screwed up in the head for playing with such an angel.

And worse, she had carried my child as a result. But what did I do? I told her to get rid of it. Not because I wasn't ready to be a father. Not because I was scared. Not because I couldn't face the consequences of my actions. But merely because I just didn't give a fuck about her or my child. I gave her the money she needed and true to her word, she never showed her face to me again.

Not only was I a horrible person to her, I was a murderer to my own child as well. I've never hated myself more in that moment. It was a regret that would bring guilt to me for the rest of my life.

Looking at my mother's face then, I realized how much of a monster I've become. Don't get me wrong, I was not in love with Bella. I merely realized what a fuck up I was becoming and how horrible I was for pressuring her to abort our baby. The child could have been someone great, someone who could make a difference to someone's life – but I destroyed that child's life because I simply did not care.

Tears started to fall as I thought about my past actions – how I carelessly threw every affection a girl showed me back to their face, how I played with feelings like they were nothing, how I always thought about myself greater than others. God, how disgusted I was. I did not want anyone to ever treat my mother, my daughter – assuming I would ever have one – or any other girl in the world like I ever did.

I came to a conclusion then.

Right then and there, I promised myself that I would stop the way I lived my life – to grow up. I would never be like my father. I wouldn't allow myself to get that bad.

True to my promise, I slowly started to change. I quit my games. I stopped hanging out with my crowd and instead focused on my studies. I no longer played with girls or thought highly of myself. It wasn't easy and definitely was not done overnight, but I managed to do it.

Standing on our own proved to be difficult for Esme and I, but slowly and surely, we pulled it off. Though I was starting college, I did not move out of our home. Others might have thought it odd that I not seek independence the moment I can but I just couldn't leave my mom like that. She needed me most now more than ever. I think she understood what I was doing because whenever she looked at me, she always looked grateful.

On my Sophomore Year in University - I took Psychology - my mother seemed to have changed. Something was different about her. She smiled more, her laugh was happier and her eyes shined brightly. I suspected she was seeing someone but I waited for her to tell me if it was anything at all.

It didn't take long. Two weeks after I realized my mother was acting different, she told me that she'd been seeing a man named Carlisle. They met while she was at the coffee shop. He accidentally spilled his drinks on her and insisted on buying her another cup. She was hesitant but in the end, relented. They talked for a bit and agreed to meet up again. It seems that they eventually hit it off.

I was happy for my mother. Really. But I was a little wary of this sudden news. It wasn't that I was against her dating, I just had some unanswered questions. Is she really ready to date again? Is she truly over my father? These thoughts were nagging my mind as I sat in dinner, a few seats away from her, boyfriend? Special friend? Someone she'd simply been dating? I wasn't sure.

Carlisle was a blond man. He was forty-eight years old looked to be still in his late thirties, as was my mother. He had two children from his first wife; Emmett who was two years older than me and Alice, who was my age. I've always found it odd how they accepted Esme and I so easily, but they later explained that they just wanted happiness for their father and he seemed to find that in Esme.

At the first few times we've met, I admit I was a little hostile towards him. I did not trust him to be with Esme. But my mother was happy and he looked like he genuinely cared about her. He seemed perfect for my mother's life. It wasn't long until I eventually accepted him.

A year later, they got married and I became Edward Anthony Cullen. It was awkward at first, but then I got over it.

During his days dating my mother, I found out that Carlisle actually owned a famous technology corporation. At first I didn't think about it, but after they got married, it became obvious to me that Carlisle wanted to leave me with his business. He couldn't let Emmett take care of it because my step-brother preferred to travel. And Alice's interests were on fashion designing and grooming.

Which left me, who wasn't sure where exactly I was going after graduating Psychology. I thought about Carlisle mentoring me in his multi-billionaire working style and with a lot of coaxing from my mother, I eventually stopped Psychology and changed my course to Business Management.

Now years later, here I was, owning a worldwide known corporate business, a year after Carlisle retired.

"What do you say, Mr. Cullen?"

My eyes snapped toward Demitri, my VP-External. He was incharge of looking for ways to improve our products, including looking for potential partnership with other businesses.

I looked at him, my eyes a little droopy and my head still bursting with pain from all the alcohol last night. Demitri choked out his laugh at my face and opted for a smirk. Aside from being my VP-External, Demetri was a good friend of mine since way back in college. The bastard was there last night when we supposedly had a few drinks after work. A few drinks, my ass. We ended up playing a game to see who the hardest drinker was. It was completely unfair how the fucker didn't have a hangover, despite being the second to the last who got hit.

My eyes narrowed at him. "Could you repeat that?"

Demitri looked like he wanted to roll his eyes but decided against it. Good thinking. "According to the research department, they discovered that one company developed a nano chip which can make any technology faster and if further developed, it can communicate with its' user, allowing the owner to command the gadget. This could be really helpful for our next product, Celer."

I thought this over. The nano chip sounded like a good investment for our newest line of cellphone, mp3 player and laptop, Celer. I guess there would be no harm in meeting with the CEO of the company.

"Who's the owner of this company?"

"That's the weird thing, Ed – Mr. Cullen." He corrected himself with a grin. I rolled my eyes. "No one outside their group knows who the company owner is. It's like she doesn't want to be known at all."

Interesting. A mystery behind good work.

"But I did hear that the CEO was a girl." Demitri continued with a smug look. I rolled my eyes, once again. Ever since he met me in Business School, he'd never seen me date a girl. It had always been his personal goal to find me someone but I just wasn't looking for that right now. I still haven't completely forgiven myself for everything that I've done to the female population in my past.

"What's the name of the company?"

"DanMarie, sir."

Edward - 24

Bella - 24

Dan - 5

Alice - 23

Jasper - 25

Emmett - 26

Rosalie - 25