Chapter 4

Close encounters

EPOV

I woke the following morning, made Bella Breakfast, and then got dressed for my day.

"So, Edward, what's the plan for today?" Bella asked with curiosity, after swallowing a mouthful of waffles.

"Uhm … I have no idea," I answer honestly, shrugging.

"Just hang out today, maybe…?" she suggested.

"Maybe. I do have to head into my office today to grab some files. Other than that I'm free," I tell her.

"All right, how long?" she asked, sounding sad. Maybe, just maybe, she liked me as much as I liked her—if not more.

I just smiled before opening my mouth to reply, "About 2 hours. I have to upload copies of the case to my office computer for the Assistant district attorney . I could do it here, but since I have to get the files to bring home anyway, it'll be faster, and I'll have more time with you."

She blushed at what I said, or maybe, she was catching on that I did care and I enjoyed her company.

"All right, Edward. I'll be here when you come back," she said smiling.

"All right, but you know to behave, Miss Swan, right?" I chuckled, joking.

"Oh, I'll behave all right." She giggled.

"Good, Bella. See you later." I smiled, grabbing my brief case, and my bagel before leaving.

Damn, Bella had such an effect on me. I found myself hard.

Damn it, my mind cried. I was really finding myself becoming more and more comfortable. I just hoped I could get the chance and be ready to talk to her about my past; at least, before she started asking questions.

Sometimes I think about having a family with her; watching her bear my child.

Hold on, what was I thinking? She won't want me—I'd never had sex!

I never thought I'd be thinking this way let alone ready for intimacy. Maybe I was, and all that was missing was the right girl to help me through every step of the way.

But who was I kidding? Bella didn't feel the same for me as I did for her.

I let out a big sign to that thought, starting my Volvo I left.

_HTF_

BPOV

After hearing him leave I sighed, because I was now alone. All I wanted to do was to hold him and cuddle him, but deep down I knew something was wrong. I wasn't the type to ask questions, so I let him go and hoped that he could confide in me enough to tell me. Until then I'd wait.

It wasn't long before loneliness set in, but I was used to it. I was over 100; I should have been used to it by now. Especially, considering the life I'd had.

Well, that's enough thinking about it for me.

I decided to distract myself, so I found some of Edward's music. Putting it on, I cleaned up the living room as I danced and hummed—that is, until I heard Edward's voice. He must have recorded it and put it on CD. I looked at the stereo; it was called 'Would it matter'.

It was so beautiful I almost cried. It must have been a rough time for him, and as I said, I hoped he would tell me one day.

I really hated secrets, but for Edward I was willing to keep my mouth shut and wait. I could be a very patient person.

I continued tidying up, when all of a sudden, there was a bang on the door, making me almost pee myself.

Who is that? I thought. It wasn't Edward; it was too early for him to be back, plus he would just walk in. After all, this was his home.

I made my way over carefully and peeked through the peep hole, and—Lord, help me!

It was my father.

Reluctantly, I opened the door.

"Bella, I want to talk," he stammered, obviously drunk.

"Dad, you ruined that a long time ago. Now leave—this isn't my house!" I almost yelled at him, gritting my teeth to fight telling him off.

"I'm sorry, Bella," he slurred, and catching me slightly off guard, he pushed his way in.

"Dad, you have to leave. I said this isn't my house!" I yelled, getting frustrated.

"Then whose is it, Isabella?" he demanded.

"E-Edwards," I stuttered, but continued to explain, "He's someone I'm staying with. I don't like being alone."

"I hope you're not doing anything!" He glared.

"So? So what if I want to fuck him 2 million ways from Sunday, and I get him. He is just as broken as I am," I seethed in anger, becoming enraged.

"God damn it, Isabella. There will be none of that," he stammered yet again, but I knew he wouldn't remember any of this; he never did.

"So what! Am I going to put my life and love on hold because you have an irrational fear of losing me, while my child would end up like me?, according to you Damn it, Dad. You don't even know him! He's very sweet, works as a lawyer, and has a traumatic past—and I'm willing to help him." I was getting very angry. "You know, Dad, history will not repeat itself," I added.

"Then were is the little punk so I can meet him?" he was getting angry as well, and wondering what he might do scared me.

"He went to work he will be home very soon no he is getting files" I explained in the most calm way possible.

"Then where does he work? I'll go there," he growled.

"The fuck you will!" I screeched.

He was ready to come after me when Edward walked in the door and saw what was un-folding.

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EPOV

When I saw the scene before me something inside me clicked. I grew a pair, and manning up, I stood up to him.

"Who the fuck are you?" I yelled, dropping my briefcase.

"Her father! Stay out of this boy!" he seethed in anger.

"Father? Bella you—"

"Edward, help!" she cut me off, yelling.

"The fuck, I will!" I raged, throwing her father across the room too faster for Bella to see.

Bella cowered in the corner holding her face, and just as my eyes caught her, he slapped her before I could stop him.

"Now, get out of MY house and get off MY Bella before I throw you out myself" I yelled.

Stunned and looking shocked, he left, and once I heard the door close, I got Bella ice.

"Bella, what was that? Is he always like this?" I asked, saddened that she was scared.

"Sort of. He was never home when I was little, and when he was he was drunk and terrifying. So once I grew up, I left. I've been all over the place, Edward. I'm over 100 years old—you know how depressing that it is?" She almost cried.

I just nodded; little did she know I understood her more than anything. I just needed to find the right moment to get it out. I needed to sit her down and tell her calmly—not like this. I didn't want to upset her more.

"Y-you d-do? I-I—" she stuttered, but was cut off by my phone's text alert.

"Sorry, Bella. Jasper wants me to meet him at the hospital. Alice is in Labor," I calmly explained, but with a certain sternness in my voice.

We both left.

Running inside the hospital, we took the elevator to the floor Jasper gave up, and went to the waiting room; where there was already a few people waiting.

I saw a young man with tousled black hair, a young women with dark brown hair beside him, rubbing his back; and another young women, about 26 with caramel colored hair, with hints of brown.

My brow furrowed.

"Hey, Edward, my man!" Emmet boomed, but once that young man looked up at me—upon hearing my name—I ignored him

As our eyes met something clicked.

"Edwin!?" I almost yelled in shock and disbelief.

A/N: I know Cliffy I'm evil, and I know some of you may want to lynch Charlie but I promise he will be a better man and make amends with Bella for all the years he wronged her. It's gonna be a slow building relationship. Also who do you thing Edwin is to Edward? and how do they know one another?