EPOV

I had my receptionist reschedule my morning appointments so I could drive to Union Bay for the morning. I didn't really have a plan; I just knew I had to at least see if the bastard really did live here.

Sure enough, a half an hour after I got there and parked down the street from his house, he emerged and got in his car. I decided to follow him.

I tailed him for about 20 minutes until he parked in front of some shop that looked highly shady to me. And it was no wonder why—it was one of those 'adult' stores. I shuddered to think what he could be doing here; especially after hearing what it was he wanted from my wife.

The sick bastard was here to pick up supplies.

I parked across the street and waited until he was well inside. I ran to his car and took down all the info about it—a brand new Mercedes SLR-Class, silver, and the license plate read 'JMan87.'

I was about to turn around and head to the police department when I saw something on his passenger seat. There were photos splayed out, and I recognized the faces of my children. Motherfucker! And, as if that wasn't bad enough, there were shots of Bella, shots I've never seen.

One was her walking out of a grocery store with Alys and Owen in the shopping cart; in another, she was going out to get the morning paper in a bathrobe. But it was the last one that set me off—Bella, topless, lying out by the pool in our backyard with Alice and Rosalie.

I knew what it was from—last summer, Emmett, Jasper and I took the kids to Wild Waves so our wives could have a day to themselves. I was kicking myself now for ever agreeing to that.

I had to do something, anything—but I couldn't get too drastic. I knew I only had a handful of minutes before James emerged with his disgusting treats for Bella, so I did the first thing that came to mind—I grabbed my pocket knife and started plunging the blade into his tires.

I was careful not to leave any fingerprints behind before I ran back to my car and sped off. Since I had bought myself some time with the tire slashing, I went back to James' house to see what else I could do.

I jumped into his backyard and checked the door to see if he might have left it open—to my surprise and delight, he had. Making sure to cover my hand with the sleeve of my shirt, I turned the knob and walked in.

It was typical James—very flashing and over-the-top. It was one of those ultimate bachelor pads, and I shook my head reproachfully at the paintings on his walls. Like he was cultured enough to know who Renoir is; he just enjoys the naked girls.

I walked towards the front of the house and stumbled upon what looked like an office. Inside, I found a desk and prayed there was something there to incriminate him with. And there, right on top of all of his papers, was just what I needed—photocopies of mine and Bella's personal information.

That was it, proof that James was out to get us. I was about to snatch the papers when I realized that anything I grabbed while breaking and entering wouldn't be useable in court. And James would have plenty of time to get rid of the evidence before the cops would have time to get a search warrant on his house.

I heard a car stop in front of the house and froze; it couldn't have been that easy to fix his tires, could it? I went to the window and saw him getting out of the passenger side of a black SUV. Someone had given him a ride home.

I quickly made my way back out and hid in the bushes to the side of his house until he was in. Luckily, I had remembered to park quite a ways down from his house and made a run for it once James was completely inside.

I had to come up with another plan, and fast. Bella's time was running out.

BPOV

Saturday (One week left)

I still hadn't made the reservation, and I was hoping I didn't have to. I was still counting on Jacob and Edward coming through on a plan.

Jake was coming over today with Tim to talk with me and Edward about the situation. I also invited Esme over to watch the kids while we talked, though, that meant letting her and Carlisle in on the information.

I was looking through our front window when Jacob's truck pulled up and he and Tim jumped out. We all sat around the kitchen table and I got everyone some drinks before we got down to business.

"So here's the deal," Tim began, "We have this guy's address and a ton of information on him – the problem is we've checked all of his phone records, and there's nothing that shows a James Volchok has called here."

"You've checked cell phone records, too?" Edward asked.

"Yes," Tim replied. "And there's nothing, he's been calling you from an unlisted number of some kind."

"So, what can we do?" I asked as I looked down at my coffee cup – Edward put his hand on my knee gently.

"Well, there's nothing I can do, in an official capacity, since we don't have any hard evidence to support your harassment claims," Tim said.

"We threatened my children!!" Edward yelled. "What are you going to do about it?"

"Here's what I'm thinking," Tim replied, putting his hands up defensively. "We can put a tap on your phone, and if he calls back, we'll at least have that to go on."

"That's it?" Edward asked angrily as I tried to calm him down.

"Well, you've filed the report," Tim said, "So we will be keeping tabs on your house, 24/7. There's no way this guy is getting anywhere near your children, I promise."

"And, we can't put out a restraining order?" Edward asked.

"Not until we have hard evidence," Tim said, shaking his head.

"So, what can I do about the meeting he wants me to set up?" I asked.

But, before Tim could answer, our home phone rang.

"What if that's him?" Jake asked.

"Put it on speaker," Tim said.

"He'll hear the echo," I said.

"Doesn't matter, I need to hear this for myself," Tim replied.

I went over to the desk as the three men stood around me and held their breath. I pushed the button and calmed myself down before I answered.

"Hello?"

"Mrs. Cullen," it was that god awful purr again. "How are you today?"

"Fine, what do you want?"

"Direct and to the point – I like that in a woman," he said with a laugh as I felt Edward tense behind me. "Well, the reason I am calling today is I wanted to bring to your attention the fact that you have not made that reservation at the hotel."

"No, I have not," I replied.

"Well, I think it's probably time for you to get on that, don't you? There's only a week left," He said. "In fact, I think I should probably set a timeline for you since you seem incapable of completing this task. If you don't get the reservation by noon on Wednesday, I will be forced to take drastic action."

"What kind of action?" I asked the question on both mine and Edward's minds.

"I think you know the answer to that, Mrs. Cullen – think of your children and get back to me," He replied. "Call me at 684-5666 once you've made the reservation. I'll be waiting."

He hung up and I practically sprained my finger pushing the button to turn the speaker phone off. I turned to see Edward's face a deep shade of red from holding in all of his anger. Jacob had reached a similar coloring.

Tim, however, was messing with some silver object in his hand. It made a wurring sound until finally clicked to a stop. He pushed a button on it and I heard my voice echo out of the little box – he tape recorded the exchange.

"OK," Tim said, stopping the recording, "I'll take this into the station and play it for the sergeant on Monday. I'd advise you to do what he says for now until I can get something going on a warrant or a restraining order."

"Thank you, Tim," I said.

"Yes, thank you," Edward turned to him and shook his hand.

"Mommy, who was the man with the scary voice?"

I gasped and turned to see Aina standing by the kitchen door. I rushed to her and lifted her into my arms.

"It was nobody, sweetie," I said, kissing her forehead. "Why don't you go back in and tell everyone we're going to go get pizza for dinner."

"Again? YAY!!" She ran back into the living room.

"Well, I better get going," Tim said. "I'll call you two on Monday and let you know what my superiors say."

We said goodbye to Tim and Jacob before they jumped back into Jake's truck and left. The twins watched from the window as the white truck disappeared around the corner.

"Aww, isn't Uncle Jake coming with us?" Keely pouted.

"He has some things to do, princess," Edward said. "Maybe we'll all do something together next weekend."

"OK," Keely sighed.

EPOV

I tucked my girls into bed that night and read them a story while Bella put Owen and Alys down in their rooms. Once I kissed the twins goodnight, I said goodnight to my two youngest angels before joining Bella in our room.

She was in the bathroom running water for a bath. I walked in and began massaging her shoulders as she sat at the vanity with her eyes closed, deep in thought. She leaned back into me and sighed.

"Everything is going to be OK, right?" She whispered, "Please Edward, tell me everything is going to be fine."

"I promise, Angel."

She asked me to join her for the bath, and I sat behind her in the tub and held her close to me while we soaked in the warm water and lavender scented bubbles. She turned towards me and kissed my neck gently as I rubbed my hands up and down her back.

Once we were finished with the bath, I took her back to the bed and laid her down gently. I stretched my body over hers and stared down at my lovely wife whose parted lips were practically screaming my name. I devoured her sweet mouth before she pushed me back gently to give me a meaningful look.

"Do you remember when I asked you about getting a vasectomy?" She asked.

"Yes," I replied, hoping this wasn't going where I thought it was.

"I only asked that because I thought that having more kids would give James more incentive to come after us," she said. "But, I could sense that that wasn't something you were very keen on."

"Honestly, I would like to have more kids," I admitted. "But, only if it's something you want to do, too. I would really like to have another son."

"I'd like that, too," she said. "And I think that would be good for Owen – having a little brother."

"I think so, too."

"So, do you want to try and have another baby?"

"With all my heart, Angel. In fact, let's start right now."

I slid her robe off of her soft, supple body and made love to her three times that night. It was almost enough to melt away all my fears of what James might do if things don't go well.

As I held my beautiful Bella close to me all night, I prayed that the police would come through for us. This has to end – and if I could avoid going to prison for killing James, that would be the preferable outcome. Though, the idea of me strangling him to death does hold a certain appeal.

But for now, I was going to concentrate on my family, and the new addition that we could soon be having.