Bpov:

I looked up at Angela, and found her already looking at me, that strange look of love and adoration I always saw on her face when she thought I wasn't looking.

"Can you go to school tomorrow?" she asked me, going back to her knitting.

I shrugged, "I guess so. There will be people around me all day. I think Edward may be overreacting... just a bit." I said.

Edward was a touchy subject between us. Whenever I mentioned him, Angela would get tense and make sure he was taking care of me okay, as if she didn't trust him or was just overprotective.

She bit her lip and nodded, not looking up, "I was thinking about sending you to school. I'll pick you up afterwards, though, and take you here. Edwards said he'll pick you back up after he gets off work tomorrow and he doesn't have work the next day, so." she said.

"Why don't you trust him?" I asked, my voice quiet. I hated asking her about things like this-especially with the chance I maybe misreading things.

She sighed, "Bella—he's younger. As of right, at his age, most guys are out partying and doing all kinds of crazy stuff. I'm not saying I don't trust him, not at all. He's done a much better job then I could ever possibly do." she sighed.

"What do you mean, you?" I asked, confused as to why she would even bring herself up in that context.

She shook her head, "Nothing. Nothing at all." she muttered.

I pursed my lips, but let it go quickly, assuming she told the truth.

"I'm going to tuck Alice in." I said, looking over at her and smiling at her huddled form as she slept on the couch.

Angela smiled and nodded, and I scooped Alice up and carried her to her room. When I went in there, I was surprised to see an open box laying in the floor beside her crib. The items were string out randomly as if Alice had been playing in it.

I put her in her bed, and squatted down, making sure the door to her bedroom was shut so Angela wouldn't see me do this.

There were quiet a few pictures in it, ones of Alice when she was a toddler and her hair was short and messy. I drifted through them, surprised at all the pictures, but I ran across one in particular. It was who I assumed was Alice, as a baby. But that wasn't what had me shaking.

There was a girl holding her, about 12 years old I would guess, and she held her to her body as if she were afraid somebody would take the baby.

The young girl had brown hair and brown eyes, and looked to shockingly like me I wanted to gasp. This was impossible, though. Alice didn't get here until she was 2. There was no way that I would have met her before then, but I covered my mouth and watched as a teardrop fell onto the next one I held up.

"No. No, no, no." I mumbled to myself as I looked at it. It was a picture of Angela, so much younger then she is now, holding a baby. The room was dark for the most part, the only light source coming from somewhere behind the camera and whoever was holding it.

Angela was looking down at the baby, and I could barely see her eyes, but I did see the love in them from what I did see. The baby was wearing a pink onesie, and was sleeping peacefully in her arms.

There were others under that, one's of a younger Angela with the baby as it got older and morphed into the 12 year old I had saw before. There wasn't a lot of Alice past that point, only the baby ones and Angela holding her against her chest probably having just gave birth to her.

I dug through a little more and saw a paper. A birth certificate with Isabella Marie Swan written at the top. I had wondered about my birth parents before, but nobody ever knew about them.

I frowned when I saw that the names were marked out in what looked like sharpie. What was the point of that?

The doorknob jingled, "Bella? Why's the door locked, honey?" Angela asked, sounding worried.

"Oh, uh... I was about to get dressed for bed." I said, my voice shaking as I spoke.

"Okay, I'm laying down now. Good night." she said.

"Night." I muttered weakly.

I grabbed a pair of sweats and a t-shirt before grabbing my phone. It was nearly midnight.

I prayed that Edward was awake for some odd reason. My fingers shook as I typed.

Edward? Can you please pick me up? I'll be fine alone, I'll even set on alarm so I'll wake up every couple of hours. Please. ~B

It didn't take long for a reply.

I'm getting in the car now. Is everything okay? ~E

I wish I knew that myself. Please hurry. ~B

I hit send and grabbed the photos of Angela when she was younger with the pictures of me with her. I had saw pictures of me when I was 12—that was when I moved in with Esme and Carlisle.

"Sorry, Ange." I muttered as I stuffed the photos and birth certificate in my bag.

I slung it over my shoulder.

"I'm going back home." I called out. Figuring Angela was still sleeping when she didn't reply, I wrote out a quick note on the notebook on the kitchen table.

Angela, I was feeling better so I decided to have Edward pick me up. I'll talk to you later, Bella.

I threw the pen down harsher then I had intended before sneaking out the front door.

I sat on the porch swing as tears dripped down my face rapidly. I wiped at them but they always appeared again soon after.

Edwards car pulled up after a couple minutes, and I immediately headed for it. I sighed as soon as I had settled in and the warm air was directed straight at me.

"Bella, what happened?" Edward asked, making no move to drive. I knew he wanted to talk.

I took a deep breath and let it out shakily before speaking, "Edward? Do you know anything about my birth parents?" I asked, looking at him as I asked, trying to detect any changes in his expression.

I was somewhat relieved and disappointed to see confusion cross his face, "No, Bella. Mom and Dad never really talked about them—and even though I was curious I didn't want to pry. Don't you remember anything? You were 12, I figured you did." he said.

I shook my head, "Nothing. Not anything at all—sometimes I have dreams or hear a name or see something and it triggers something, but I never remember why or what." I said.

He looked concerned, "What has you worried about it now? Is there a reason or are you just curious?" he asked.

I shrugged, "I'll tell you about it later. You need to get home do you can go to sleep. You have work tomorrow and I have school." I said.

He nodded and pulled out, and I was relieved and concerned when he got out of the car, seeming so caught up on his thoughts that he didn't bother to pry.

I followed after him, locking the door before going to my room.

"Night, Edward." I said as he went into his.

"Sleep good, Bella. I'm checking on you in a couple hours, but set an alarm anyway, just so you're awake when I get in here, okay?" he asked.

I nodded and went into my room, falling asleep quickly and barely even registering as Edward came in and checked on me.

OKAY, IMPORTANT QUESTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Do you want the next chapter to be Bella's POV so we can see into her life at school, or in Edwards so we can get into his life at work. Both will be done at some point, but it would probably take less time if I did Bella's next, so it's up yo you all.

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