A/N- Well with my bi-polar I'm surprised I didn't give up on this story so don't you guys give up on me okay. Don't ever expect me to post on Tuesdays or Thursdays Fridays and Saturdays those are cheer practices and game days.

Disclaimer- I don't own shit but I do own a hot ass new boyfriend who's wrapped around my pom poms. Hope you had a nice Easter I did *****wink , wink******

When I got off the phone I was trying to flag down a taxi, but it was like I was completely invisible. So I ended up having to walk to Rosalie's place which is only a couple of dozen blocks from here but I was completely exhausted and overwhelmed to want to walk. I guess what we want and need are two different things. I started to round a corner as something knocked into me. It was fragile and small. I was thoroughly annoyed and concerned at the same time, when I started to realize that something was stinging my skin.

"What the fuck is this," I touched my suite were there was a huge brown spot. It was wet, sticky and smelled a lot like coffee and when I dabbed a small spot to sample, sure enough it was coffee. The coffee obviously tasted way too sugary for my likings. To sugary period.

"I'm am so sorry, sir!" That's when I remembered that there was an another person next to me who had caused this mess. I looked at her and she had a lot of mahogany hair flowing everywhere while she tried to clean herself up. "I'm terribly sorry. Trust me I'm a klutz and this kind of thing hasn't happened to me yet. Until now anyway. I'm so sorry. Is there anything I can do for you? Maybe have you're suit cleaned or . . .?' Finally she looked up at me and gasped . It was the author from earlier. What was her name? Isabella Swan. Yeah that's right Isabella.

She started her rant again about how she was so sorry and I didn't I could take it anymore. I stood up next to her and waited for her to shut the hell up already.

"Hello? Can you hear Mr. Cullen?" She took me out of my ignorance.

"Yeah. You finished apologizing 'cause I know I sure am tired of hearing it?"

Isabella stopped looking purely innocent and sorry and began to look utterly offended and angry. "Excuse you. I'm just trying to apologize hear. I'm meant you don't have to be such an ass wipe. You could have a little sympathy you fucking moron."

Now I was offended, but before I could get my say in it the paparazzi were snapping away. I snatched Isabella and we ducked into a nearby restaurant. I held up a number two to the hostess who greeted us at the door. She simply nodded and took us to a table in the back. We had been sitting at the table for almost ten minutes having a stair off.

"So you think you just grab me by the wrist. What, you think you own me now to fucking jerk. Oh, here is a penny for your thought my wrist is hurting!" God, she was a total bitch right now. Yet, she wasn't finished either because she mumbled something like, "Fucked up ass wipe."

God, this day can't get any worse can it.

"Why? What's happened so far besides me plowing into you with coffee?" When I looked at her she honestly seemed to care. But what the hell was she talking about.

"What?"

"You just said 'God, this day can't get any worse cant it'. What has already happened that can top today?"

"Do you truly care about my problems?"

"I guess. I mean you are buying dinner obviously, so why not?"

"Okay, were do I begin? Let's see after you had left I had a surprise visitor come to see me. Her name was Lauren Halls and she was with California's social services. She informed me I needed to take a DNA test to see whether or not I had a daughter. Which turns out I do and I have to go pick her up Saturday."

"This is bad news because . . . . . "

"Because I feel as if I don't want her but the other side is more angry because I've missed out on so much. Then at the end of the day I'm scared."

"O' well, what's her name?"

"Her name is N-," I was cut short by a waitress who brought us our drinks.

Bella had ordered Coffee and I ordered tea. What was it with the Coffee in the middle of the day because-

I felt a light tap on my foot and noticed they were waiting on me to order. "I'll take salad with everything on it, please." After the waitress wrote everything down she moved on to another table.

"Mr. Cullen you still haven't told me your daughter's name?"

"First off my name is Edward, Isabella, and second her name is Nina. It sounds like cats name. I hate cats by the way."

She laughed, "Well my name is Bella, Kay?"

The food had an arrived and she was still a little aroused by my comment on cats. She started on her chicken strips. Who still eats chicken strips? In a weird way I thought it was hot. The fact she acted a bit like a kid. She had her own style and that's when I realized she wasn't that comfortable in the stylish suit she was wearing. She was three of the fourths through when she said she was full and had to go. Although I was enjoying the company, I didn't want her to leave. Not yet.

"Why?"

"Well, I had a nice time and all, but I needed to post some of these fliers around campus. " She said gesturing to the stack of papers in her purse. "A lot of students do it to get roommates to share rent with. My friend Leah met Alice's husbands cousin and next thing I know I'm without a roommate, money, and I'm about to be left without a place to call home."

I whole heartedly felt bad about it all. So I stupidly, unthinkingly blurted out," I have an idea."

"What?"

"Uh . . . I . . . Um . . . I'm going to have to move into a condo for Nina and thought maybe you could . . . "

"I could what, Edward?"

"Move in with us on one . . . one . . . condition'."

"That would be . . . "

"To learn how to parent and help out some with Nina. If you do this, then rents free."

What had just happen? What kind of suggestions was that? What kind of condition was that? God, my head was spinning so bad I didn't hear her say 'I'll think about it ', before she got up and walked away. Did I make it seem as though I wanted her be my baby's momma? Life is complicated.

The waitress came and picked up my check card for the bill. When she returned she handed me an extra piece of paper. Outside the building I opened it up and it was her number. I just tossed I was to spent on to many other things than to worry about an undergraded waitress try to make to big leagues on my shoulder. Of course she knew who I was and with my title she was bound to assume.

A/n- I heart cats for the fact but honestly it does sound like a cat name only because my new BF has a cat named Nina. Sorry if this offends any one. By the way shout out to my cousin Jazzmyn and her friend Breonna. Sorry if I spelled it wrong.