Chapter 6

Bella

Life is strange; we never know what might happen, or who we might meet on the corner of the street where we live. Bella knew that to be true, her life hadn't been the same ever since she'd met him again. It was extremely unlikely. The rarest event of her life, in a city as big as New York, she had to meet him, of all the people she could have.

She wanted to pass it off as another occasional over-thinking but it was difficult, the possibilities of the worst happening were too high to ignore, I was scared. Scared to lose Renesmee, he didn't know about her yet. But soon enough he will, she knew that he was too good at tracking down the object of his obsession, and right now by spurning him, she was inviting home the inevitable. In her wild imaginations, she could see him sending PIs to keep an eye on her. It was getting difficult for her not be paranoid.

But then he had left her to be alone with Renesmee, when she was only three weeks pregnant, it was a night Bella would never forget. It was her worst memory, that haunted her again and again when she used to see single mothers delivering a baby at her hospital, even though that was not her department. It made her sad to think that there were so many men like him, who simply fuck you and leave you, only variation is that they might or they might tell you that they love you before they fuck you, or they might be too gentlemanly to seem that type who would do such an unforgivable thing as to leave their unborn baby alone after saying that they never will, Jasper often told us about those women, most of them had made their choices, but then had it not been for those douchebags they would have never had to make this choice.

She wanted to know what he was doing, what he was thinking, wishing desperately that she could read his mind, the first question being whether or not he had seen Renesmee or not that day outside Bergdorf's before they had finally left.

Edward

I didn't want to resort to the worst means to find my child, but there was no other option, I had to know him, I had to know her again, how she was, everything. I still looked back and wondered what had gone wrong, even after accepting Bella's accidental pregnancy, and her unborn child, where was his mistake in all this.

He had left that weekend only to buy an engagement ring for her, he remembered how happy he was while he browsed through the beautiful solitaires at Harry Winston. He was going to marry the woman he loved, the woman who was the best person he had ever come across in this entire universe, even if the analogy is too much of an exaggeration. He loved her, he gushed like an infatuated teenage boy.

But then there was no other way.

After much deliberation over ethics, he typed in two words: "Isabella Swan" in to the search engine and clicked enter and within seconds the page was flooded with Isabella Swan's from across the world, there were twenty in the city itself – even then it did not take him long to find the one he had been looking for. It even had her designation and address,

Dr. Isabella Swan,

MD, Neurology,

#729, 7th Avenue, 4th floor.

New York, NY 10019

He wondered if it would be appropriate to show up at her house and help himself, no, that wasn't right. He had to think of something better, more natural. His head had started hurting from all the thinking, the effect of three mugs of coffee has run off. He wondered if it was because of that age-old injury sometimes, He had even gotten it checked, scans and MRIs, you name it, yet, his head hurt a lot of times, from no evident reason. Though, this time, it was nothing, only dehydration as he got up to fetch a glass of water from the bedside table. He was gulping down the water when suddenly a brilliant idea came to him.