Author's Note: Ok, do I've desided that every few chapters, I'd have a different POV, but I will warn when I'm going to do that, ok? But most of the storyy will be done in Bella's POV. Enjoy the chapter

Real quick. Let's answer some questions. or make some comments.

1. Some of you think that this couple couldn't of happened, but I think it could have. Lets make some points. It's sort of like the butterfly effect :D. What do you think would have happened if, lets say, Alice never showed up? Or if Rosalie never told Edward about cliff diving? I bet that JAcob would have eventually broken her down somehow.

2. I know that girls can't become werewolves, but I desided to switch it up a bit. Why shouldn't they be able to? So, yeah.

3. If some of you think that Desiree's sentence structure (ect) is to mature for her age, I did that intentionally. I wanted people to know how smart she was. It becomes very important in this chapter.

4. Any other questions or comments, just ask!

"So tell me a little bit about you. I've told you about me, mommy, my uncles and aunts, and daddy. You're turn"

"One more question then I'll answer anything you want to know. Who's your father?"

I knew that I shouldn't have come here, but I couldn't help it. Ever since Alice's vision months ago, I've had to come here to see her and make sure she stayed safe. Alice wouldn't let me what the vision was of, but now I had a pretty good idea of what it was.

"Well, my daddy was Jacob Black." I tensed. I tried to hide my anger from the child, but I couldn't. I clinched my fist and kept trying to tell myself that it wouldn't help to put my fist through Bella's wall. "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine." My voice sounded like I was choking on something.

Then for some strange reason she started to cry. "You...you're not...m mad at m me are you?" Then she started to cry. Loudly. I quickly put my arms around her and didn't breathe. She obviously didn't like how i smelled either because I couldn't hear her and wrinkled her nose.

After awhile she started to calm down after I started to rub my hand down her back slowly. I thought she was asleep untill she asked, "Mr. Edward, are you ok now?"

I smiled at her. She was a very smart girl She had to have gotten that from Bella's side of the family because, like her, Bella could tell how someone was feeling just by being in the same room with her.

"I'm fine, truely." Not completely, but as fine as I was going to get while being in Bella and Jacob's room. It felt sick to even think that. It should be Bella and my room, not his. This envy was worse than when I was envious of Mike. It must be because I had completely lost this time.

Then I switched the subject. "Desiree, what's you full name?"

"Bu..but I thought I got to ask the qu...questions this time!" She had very good memory too.

"How about this? Answer my question, and I promise you that you can ask me anything."

"Ok," She smiled at me. "My full name is Desiree Elizabeth Black."

Desiree Elizabeth. My mother's name was Elizabeth. I remember telling her one night that when I was 16 and human, that I wanted children more than anything in the world. I told her that I wanted many girls and to name my oldest daughter that. It hurt me to know that she named her child that.

But it pleased me beyond belief to know that there was a child out there with that name. It ment that somewhere deep down, she still cared for me the way that I cared about her.

I smiled at her. She looked so much like her mother, but I bet that she heard that she looked more like her father. But they were wrong. Her face was all Bella, except for her eyes. Bella's eyes were a warm brown, while the child's eyes were so dark they were almost black, but just like her mothers, they were expressive. Her skin was exactly the same color, too. Her hair though, wow. It was black, true, but it had the same texture and feel to it and was just a small amount longer than Bella's used to be. If I knew what Bella looked like at her age, I was sure it was like her. Almost.

"Mr. Edward, it's my turn now." Again, she smiled at me.

"Ok, ask anything."

"You know Uncle Emmett, right?" I nodded my head. "How?"

"Well, we went to college together and we were roommates." It wasn't a lie, exactly. We were roommates about 40 years ago.

"Ok, then how do you know mommy?"

We went to high school together; she was my best friend." I smiled sadly, remembering all the times we enjoyed eachothers company by holding hands, touching her hair, and other things like that.

"Were you only friends?" This child is too smart.

"I'll let your mother answer that." I sure wasn't going to. I could see the look she would give me as she found out from Emmett where I was, hunt me down and kill me through many cruel ways, then burn my body. I valued my life way to much.

"If you're friends with mommy, can I call you Uncle Edward?"

"No, I'm sorry, but you can me just Edward." If I ever had a chance to be with Bella again, I didn't want her daughter thinking that we were related.

For what felt like the thousandth time tonight, she started to cry again.

"Dear child, calm down, let me finish!" I implored her. "I swear to you that I shall be around here! Often! I just want to be more than 'Uncle' Edward."

As if she had bipolar disorder, she quickly went from sad to angery. Then, somehow, she had pinned me to the wall. I tried to stop her, but she was just too stong. Even at her age. I guess she got that from the Black's side of the family because Bella couldn't have done that if she had wanted to.

"Now listen very closely, because I have no intention of repeating myself," she said colder than a child's voice should have. "You can be Uncle Edward, or even just Edward, if you perfer. But you will not, not now, not ever, be daddy." Then her voice suddenly went back to normal. "Understand?"

It took a few moments, but I had finally gotten out of her death grip, with out answering her. Then she was back on the bed like me boing pinned to the wall had never happened. Bella must have been in a deep conforsation to not have heard that.

"Now listen to me, you little brat, I have no intention of you ever calling me daddy. Believe me, if a child was going to call me daddy, it would be a child I actually like. Do you understand?" When I said daddy, I said it like that word was a curse.

"Good, becausee you're not half the man my daddy was and more," she growled at me.

"Well, being all that man didn't stop that vampire from killing him, did it?" I knew that I shouldn't have said that, but it was too late.

Then, she starting crying...again. I started to reach for her and to tell her I was sorry and shouldn't have said that, but then she lifted up her head, looked at me, smiled, and punched me. Hard.

I acually few across the room!

Then she ran, grabbed her doll, and shot down the stairs like her butt was on fire screaming, "Mommmmmmmmmyyyyyyy!"

Oh shit.

(Authors Note: To end here, or not to end here, that is the question...not to end here! Enjoy my kindness!)

I ran downstairs like the hound dogs of Hell were at nipping on my ankles. Then, I yelled, "Filthy mutt!"

By the time that I was in the livingroom, Desiree was in her mothers lap crying, while Bella ran a soothing head down her head to the middle of her back, then started at the top again.

Then I looked at her. Bella hadnt changed much in the few years that I had actually seen her awake. There were no wrinkles to speak of, her hair was cut shorter (just a little bit past her shoulders), and she was dressing differently, but that was about it. Then I looked at her face. It was not happy."

She didn't look mad, no that wasn't a powerful enough word to describe it. Pissed was a good word though. "Edward, you have five seconds to get out of my house before I get the gun." As she said this, she reached behind the reciner she was sitting in, and pulled out a hand gun and started loading it.

"5...4...3...2...you have one second, lover." When she said lover, she was being cruel. I used to call her that at one point in time when I still could say she was mine.

"'Uncle Emmett, please help me." Hopefully she hadn't turned him against me.

"Now, Bella, you don't have to do this..."Emmett wasn't trying that hard to help me anymore. That much was clear. By the time Bella had the gun loaded, Desiree was in Emmett's lap laughing at me and sticking her toung out at me. the Bella stood up and took aim.

"Come on, Bella, you know this won't hurt me!"

"I know that, but it'll make me happy." She started grinning.

Then she shot me.

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