Chapter Twelve-

Confessions-

Edward POV-

I woke up to Connor patting my face and talking.

"Hey, you. How did you get here?" I said, taking his hand and kissing it. I had to admit, I was slightly shocked. I didn't think that Bella was this forward. I didn't mind at all, though.

"I got lonely, so we decided to come over. Listen to what he's saying." On her face was a huge smile.

"Come on, Connor, say it again." She urged, rubbing his back.

"Mama?" It was faint, almost as if he was breathing it.

"Congratulations, Bella. I bet that just made your day, huh?" She came close to me, and set Connor on her stomach.

"And this." She said, in a quiet voice. "I can tell that it's going to be a good day,

"Mama. Dada. Mama. Dada."

We both looked at him. I didn't know what to say, exactly. It seemed like a touchy subject.

"I was half expecting him to start saying it to Emmett, honestly. I'm glad that he said it to you, though." I could tell that it was hard on her, so I rubbed her back and held her for a bit.

"I'm glad, too. I'm sorry, Bella. I really am, but you made the right decision. Maybe later down the road he can get to know his dad." I spoke slowly, in case she took something the wrong way, and got upset.

"I know. I don't know if I want him to, though. I'd rather you be his father figure. I know that he has gotten attached to you already, almost as much as Emmett, and you have hardly been able to spend any time with him. I know it's a lot to ask of you, and you don't have to if you don't want to, but I'd love if it you were. I'm sorry. Never mind that." She looked down and blushed.

"Bella? I'd love to." I said softly. I reached over and kissed her on the forehead. "But we're not moving fast. I'd love to help you raise Connor, so much. That doesn't mean that things have to change between us. I'm not going to pressure you."

"Okay. Thank you." She bit her lip and looked down at the baby between us.

I started laughing. "How did you know that I wouldn't squish him?"

"I hadn't thought about that. I think you would have woken up if you'd touched him, though. I know I would wake up if I suddenly found something in my bed." She admitted, blushing again.

Right now all of me was a whirl of emotion. Happy, joyful, ecstatic, nervous, worried, overwhelmed, stressed. What if I was a horrible father figure in Connors life? Bella trusted me, what if I let her down? What if she regretted her decision?

I was snapped out of my thoughts as Bella laughed at me.

"No. I don't regret it. And I won't." She looked at me over Connor.

"How did you know? And how did you get in?" I asked.

"Your key. Remember when you gave it to me?" She asked, clearly wondering if I'd meant it the way she had obviously taken it.

"Oh, yeah. I had almost forgotten. Thank you for coming and visiting me. It was a wonderful way to wake up. Why don't we call in sick today? I think that you could use some time to catch up on sleep?" I asked her, hoping she would agree. I wanted nothing more than to have her finally rested. I could tell even after a nights worth of sleep, she was still drained. Apparently taking care of a child was way harder on her than she'd let on.

"Oh, all right. As long as you don't fire me. I'd better call Emmett and let him know." She sighed, getting out of bed. She walked out into the living room to use the phone, and I stayed in bed with Connor.

I wasn't sure about the situation we were now in. Was Bella going to move in? Or was I just going to act fatherly? Who was I kidding, I had no idea how to be a father. I assumed that it just came naturally when your child was born, but technically Connor wasn't mine. As much as I wished he were, he still wasn't.

"Emmett said that he would run the office today, and to enjoy our day in bed." She came back with a smile on her face. And just in time. Connor had discovered that he liked to look over the edge of the bed, and would crawl in any random direction and make a beeline to the edge, which made me incredibly nervous.

"Wonderful. Are you hungry?" I asked, getting up myself. If nothing else, I wanted some coffee.

"Yeah, that would be great. Thank you." She whispered. Reaching over to hug me. "For everything, really."

"You're welcome. Now let me make you breakfast. I have a feeling we'll need energy to take care of that little one, who seems to be making escape attempts as fast as he can go."

Bella laughed as I walked out of the bedroom.

Bella POV-

I was glad that he had taken everything so well. I was afraid that I had been too forward, and was going to scare him off, but that was clearly not the case. He seemed to be happy, even. And a little bit nervous, which was probably because of Connor. I knew that he didn't have much experience with kids, but he had definitely clicked with Connor, exactly like Emmett had. Only Emmett loved kids, and had been around them a lot, or so it sounded like. Edward hadn't. I wasn't expecting miracles from him, and I didn't expect him to know anything about Connor, especially to begin with. But I knew that he cared about both of us, and would try his best with the baby. Well, he was hardly a baby anymore, he was crawling, and I was sure that he would be walking, soon. He had started pulling himself up on things a couple of weeks ago, and I could tell he was just itching to get going on his own.

It had to be terrible to have to wait for everyone to carry you around, and not even to where you wanted to be. Or to even be able to tell anyone what you wanted. You just had to wait for them to get it right, and hopefully they would eventually. Ah, the trials of being a toddler. I could only imagine.

I could smell wonderful things coming from the kitchen, and had remembered Edwards comment about usually just grabbing cereal. Clearly, that was not because of his lack of cooking skills. I rubbed Connors back, because I knew that he was calmed when I did so. This had to be a lot of stress on him, I thought. Moving around, changing environments completely, not having me with him constantly, meeting all of these new people. He'd been taking it extremely well. He'd always been a social baby, though. Which was good, because in my family new babies were the highlight of the event, and passed around from person to person until everyone had held the new arrival.

My thoughts went back to Edward. I wasn't sure what was going to happen now. I would love for him to move in with us, or Connor and I to move in with him, but I didn't want to be too forward. I had definitely done enough today. I had never been that outgoing, and I had been anxious waiting for his response. I could tell that I was starting to fall in love with him. I felt guilty, I'd only been divorced a day. But maybe, maybe I'd started to fall out of love with Jacob the first time he'd hit me. Or even before that. We had started to drift apart. He'd always claimed that he didn't feel like talking, work had been stressful, and no, he didn't want to talk about it. I'd even thought that he'd been cheating, and realized that he might have been. He always stayed at work late, and was called in in the middle of the night, leaving me alone with Connor until the early hours of the morning.

I came back to reality as Edward walked in the door, holding a trayful of food.

"I wasn't sure what you liked, so I made quite a bit." He admitted.

On this tray were pancakes, eggs, both scrambled and fried, an omelet, hash browns, biscuits, and muffins. Along with milk, and orange juice. I giggled. "Really, Edward. I would have been fine with toast."

He gasped. "Oh, that's what I forgot. Toast. I'm sorry, Bella, I'll go make some." He got up to go, but I caught his wrist.

"Really. This is way more than enough. I hope that you were planning on eating the majority of this."

"I'll eat whatever you don't, how's that?" He asked. Wrapping his arm around my back, and leaning in to briefly kiss my cheek.

Edward and I both ate off of the tray, and I gave Connor small bites of egg and pancake, which he seemed to love. I hadn't given him very much 'people' food yet, besides cheerios and crackers, and I could see that that would have to change. He was apparently eager to eat whatever he could get his little hands on.

"Wow. He sure was hungry." Edward commented, and I laughed. I think Connor had almost eaten as much as I had, although I had never been a big breakfast person. If I ate too much in the morning, I usually ended up feeling queasy.

"Yeah. Say, 'I'm a growing boy, Edward. Don't pick on me.'" I said, picking Connor up, and walking into the kitchen. I looked around for a washcloth. Although Connor was open to new foods, he didn't exactly have the best manners yet. He tended to grab the fork out of my hand, resulting in a mess on most occasions. I had a feeling I would be washing the bed sheets today.

"What would you like to do today?" Edward asked behind me.

"Well, I haven't seen much of Anchorage yet. How about we shower and get ready, and then go see a park or something, before it gets too deathly cold, and I refuse to leave the building?" I asked.

"Sounds good. I'll watch him while you shower." He took Connor from my arms and disappeared, coming back with a few of his toys.

I took a brief shower, realizing too late that I didn't have my shampoo, so I used Edwards. I hoped that he didn't mind. I also noticed that I didn't have any clothes. Edward thankfully had thought of the same thing and there were fresh clothes for me inside the bathroom when I stepped out.

Edward followed me, and I got Connor ready while we waited for Edward to finish his shower. He surprised me by grabbing me from behind and quickly kissing my neck. I loved his random kisses, and hoped that he continued.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Yeah. Although our hair may freeze. He frowned, looking around, and finally finding a couple of hats. One of them he put on his head, and the other he slid onto mine.

"There. All fixed. Here, I'll take the baby."

I handed the baby over to him and we headed out into town. I wondered if from someone elses perspective, we looked like a family.

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