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EPOV

The magazine hit the wall with such force that Libby grabbed her grandmother's legs and hid behind her. My daughter and Bella Swan were front page news. Apparently someone had leaked that Bella was at the hospital with a man and his daughter.

Libby's soft whimpers pulled me out of angry haze. As I knelt next to my daughter, I realized that tears were sliding down her cheeks, and I now regretted my rash behavior.

She had thought that the magazine cover would please me, having no doubt in her tiny head that stardom was great. My biggest problem was Bella's stalker; what if he or she went after my daughter?

Reaching my hand out towards her, she buried her face in the back of Esme's leg, refusing to let me touch her. I had hurt her feelings and she didn't understand why her daddy was throwing something that she had obviously enjoyed.

"Libby, I'm sorry. Can I tell you why I'm upset, pumpkin?" Shaking her head, she kept her face mashed against her grandmother, who had finally picked her up. Touching her soft curls, I felt her flinch as my hand gently massaged the top of her head.

My hand jerked away as if I'd been burned and Esme looked at me with worried eyes. Libby had never acted like this; I could always soothe her, even if I had been the one who scared her.

Stepping backward, I turned to walk towards the front door. Bella was waiting for me to meet her at her flat, and I would be late if I didn't leave. As my hand grasped the knob, my heart broke when I heard Libby start crying.

"Daddy! Come back, you didn't tell me bye!" Her sobbing made me stop any movement to leave. She was pulling away from Esme, reaching out for me. Esme set her on the floor and she started towards me.

Scooping her up, I held my little girl against my shoulder, feeling her sobbing into my shirt. Soothing words were whispered into her ears, as Esme moved closer, knowing that Libby was extremely upset. I had never lost my temper around her, but the paparazzi had gone too far.

"Baby, Daddy's going to see Bella, okay? She's my job now, princess. It's Daddy's job to protect her. Please don't cry, Libby Bug. I'll be back to see you tonight, and maybe Bella can spend the night here, okay?"

Sniffling against my shirt, my daughter nodded, and I kissed the top of her head, inhaling the smell of her shampoo.

"Daddy has to go, baby, will you be good for Nana, please?" Peeling her tear stained cheeks away from my black shirt; I looked into tear filled green eyes. Setting her on the ground, I noticed Esme had left, and returned with a tissue. Gently wiping her face off, I tickled her sides, and Libby giggled.

Using my thumb to rub off one last tear, I winked at her, leaning forward to kiss her forehead, "Bye, Libby Bug. Be good and I will call you later, okay?"

Nodding, Libby leaned forward and rubbed her nose against mine, "Bye Daddy, and behave!"

Chuckling, I tickled my daughter again, and she squirmed against my fingers, "Daddy's always good, Libby Bug."

My mother snorted, and I grinned at her, standing slowing, "I beg to differ, Edward Cullen."

Waving at two of the most important woman in my life, I started towards my garage. Today would be the day that I drove my favorite car, not my daddy car. Running my hand over the silver paint, I smirked down at the car that could hardly be called inconspicuous.

My Lamborghini Gallardo LP560-4, my second child. Sliding carefully into the front seat, I backed out of the garage. Libby was standing in the window waving, and I waved back, hoping that her hurt feelings had been put aside.

Now, my mindset had changed. It was game time, time to start my job.

BPOV

I was sitting in a chair in my bathroom (something Alice had insisted on putting there) as she stood in front of me, armed with brushes, lip gloss, and eye shadow. I never stood a chance. So instead of putting up a fight, like I used to do in my early days of acting, I obeyed Alice. And that meant, sit down, shut up, close your eyes and it will all be over soon.

As she applied the remainder of my lip gloss, Jasper rattled off my agenda for the day. "So in forty-five minutes you have a meeting with the directors and producers of your new film. After that you have reservations at the Charleston to meet with Devin Steal about what you two are doing for the premier," he said.

I groaned at that one. As if I hadn't already spent enough time with that man. But after that, I had the rest of the day off, which was quite nice. I could sit at home and read. Or so I thought, until I remembered I wouldn't be at home tonight by myself. I would be spending the entire day with Edward at my side.

It was a strange thing to get used to. Having someone with you and follow you around. He hadn't really had to deal with me for an entire day yet, not without interruption, and definitely not with going to things my job required.

A SWAT officer sitting in at an actress's meetings. Does it get anymore boring for him than that? I suspect not.

KNOCK. KNOCK.

Speak of the devil….

Jasper left the bathroom to open the door for Edward as I got the okay from Alice that I could stand up and be released from the room. It wasn't that she did my make up everyday. Just on day she deemed "important" enough to look like a glamorous actress. Meeting with those working with you on a new film, was definitely deemed important.

I checked my appearance to find that Alice really did work miracles. It wasn't anything too drastic. Instead, just some light make up that gave me a fresh look like I was born with flawless skin and a slight glow.

I smiled shyly at the reflection before turning to head out the door, my wrist being caught by Alice's tiny hand. I turned to face her to find her big, wide eyes, starting at me as she smiled softly.

"You two are good together," she said in a voice barely above a whisper. "Don't be afraid of messing it up. Nothing comes from life unless you try."

My eyes went to the white tile as the heat shot to my face and I nodded to her before she dropped my hand and I went through the door, her right behind me.

As I walked to the living room, I found Edward and Jasper sitting on the couch in front of my coffee table. As I walked down the stair, I saw Edward stand up while Jazz stayed sitting and my eyes darted back to the stairs, praying I wouldn't fall down them. That would be my luck.

Edward met me at the bottom, giving me his hand to help me down, as if I couldn't walk on my own feet. I almost rolled my eyes at him, but instead only let out an agitated sigh before taking his hand.

"Alright, let's get this show on the road!" Alice chirped as she danced over to Jasper and the two headed for the door.

I grabbed my purse before Edward walked beside me to the door, his hand on the small of my back.

"Did you see what was on the cover of NOW magazine?" he asked. His tone was upset, but not accusing.

"Yes, I did. But I'm so sorry. Believe me, I never meant for that to happen," I rambled, worried he was upset as I looked at his profile. "I was trying to look and see if any paparazzi were there, but I didn't see any, and then I kind of let my guard down. How was I so stupid? And with…."

His hand slid over to my right hip as I rambled and down my leg a little, before he stopped and I was suddenly pushed up against the side of the building, between the wall and his body.

His faces was only inches from mine and I could feel his upper body mashing into my breasts as my chest rose and fell with my now shallow breaths. I swallowed hard, not knowing exactly what to do.

"Bella?" he asked in the softest, honey voice. My eyes fluttered closed for a moment before opening, at the feeling of his breath and the scent of his cologne.

"Yes?" I breathed, not being able to get more sound if I wanted to.

"Would you please shut up?" he asked, and it was as if the music had cut off. You know in movies when one character thinks everything is going so romantic and there's an orchestra in the background, the obvious crescendo with the love climax and then……euurrrrwww. The music makes a horrible sound and cuts off when reality comes back. Yeah, that was this.

"Ummm…" I shook my head to gather myself. "Yeah, sorry," I muttered feeling my face start on fire. Embarrassing? Oh, this was way worse.

He backed away from me with a crooked grin and I pushed away from the wall as he continued to walk towards a VERY pretty silver car. That's all I could tell about it. It was shiny though, and looked like something Batman would drive.

And for some reason, this car completely fit Edward. How sleek and beautiful it was, just like its driver. Shiny and something everyone would drool over, even if they didn't know about cars (like me).

So with Edward opening the passenger door for me and then sliding into the driver's side, we were off, driving to an upscale restaurant in Beverly Hills to meet for lunch. When we pulled in, Jasper and Alice were already there.

Jasper, as my agent would of course be at the meeting, and Alice joined being his girlfriend. Other than that there was only the director, Marcus Sims, and the executive producer, Aaron Jennings there to meet with.

I shook hands with both when they offered them and they stared confusingly at Edward, until Jasper leaned into Marcus, probably explaining Edward's presence. With an "ah," Marcus sat back up straight and smiled politely at us.

"So glad you could make it, Miss Swan," he said warmly.

I let out a small laugh before explaining, "I work for you, Mr. Sims. Please, call me Bella."

"Then please, call me Marcus," he smiled to which I nodded in response.

"Forgive us, we're just waiting for Mr. Black and then the meeting can begin," Aaron explained.

EPOV

Temptation had overcome me when I had Bella pressed against that wall, and in the brief moment of silence we experienced, I thought about my actions. It was not in the best interest of myself or Libby if I were to become involved with Bella. Surely she could do better than me.

Jasper had leaned over towards Marcus, and I was sure that he was explaining my presence. I wasn't sure if I trusted Marcus and Aaron, however in my mind, everyone was suspect. Crossing my arms in front of me, I turned to sneak a glance at Bella's amazing profile.

Sure, I had seen photographs of her before she became my main priority, but those pictures could not do her justice. The flawless skin, and the amazing pool of chocolate that are her eyes, were unable to portray how truly beautiful she was.

No one could see how beautiful my Bella was unless they encountered her in person.

His husky voice made us turn, and my eyes narrowed when I saw him, "Don't worry everyone, I'm here!"

The sarcasm was evident in his voice, and I could have been friendly with him, if I wasn't worried that he could be Bella's stalker. When I turned to confirm my suspicion that this was indeed Mr. Black, I noticed the beautiful smile that I thought was reserved for me appear on Bella's features. But this was Jacob Black. Just because I wasn't in the entertainment business (until now) didn't mean that I was clueless. Jacob Black was named People Magazine's Sexiest Man Alive for the year of 2007.

Clenching my jaw, I kept my lips sealed knowing that Bella and I were not close to being in a romantic relationship, so why did I care if she found this man to be attractive? Inhaling I stood, as Bella did, her hand outstretched to greet Mr. Black, who in turn pulled her into a hug.

Tension spread through every fiber in my body, and I prepared myself to attack, if need be, but Jasper's hand on my shoulder stopped me from launching myself in their direction, "Deep breaths, Edward. Jacob means her no harm; he's just friendly."

Grimacing at the double entendre that could have wedged its way into our conversation, I slid back down into my seat. Unsure of how to behave at one of these meetings, I let jealousy develop into a tough, quiet exterior, but on the inside, I was worried. Would Bella fall for Jacob, and leave me out in the cold?

I could just imagine myself on their dates, him flirting shamelessly in front of me, although no flirting would be needed if they were together. Head dipped, digging my toes into the ground, fists clenched as I followed them everywhere.

Bella's beautiful giggle that could make any guy swoon and Jacob with his flashy smile and winning sarcasm, they would make such an amazing couple. Trying not to gag, I glared down at the lacy tablecloth, until I felt a gentle prodding of my left shoulder.

Turning slowly, I made eye contact with Bella, and her face was filled with concern. Pressing her palm to my forehead, she glanced down at me, trying to gauge what was wrong. Grasping her wrist, I peeled the hand away from my forehead, standing to shake hands with Jacob.

"Hello, I'm Edward Cullen, Bella's bodyguard."

Jacob smiled and I grasped his fingers as tightly as he held mine, "I'm Jacob Black, her new co-star. It's nice to meet you, Eddie."

"You as well, Jakey."

Bella's warm hand slid underneath the back on my polo shirt. Jasper had explained the casual dress would be best and something that would enable easy movement. Her gentle touch soothed me, fingers tickling my lower back, and I knew the touch was one of warning.

As I turned to face her, I noticed the chocolate eyes were narrowed in confusion, and that silent warning was in her eyes; a look that clearly told me to control my temper.

Dropping his hand, I stepped back; dropping into my previously occupied chair, the expression on my face was one that a child would have after a mild scolding.

Tracing the patterns on the silk table cloth, I kept my back to the two stars of the newest movie. I knew that I would have to learn to live with Jacob's little quarks, if I wanted to win Bella over.

I half listened as Bella's bosses rambled on about production and filming, but my mind was elsewhere. I had learned how to look interested, even when a conversation was not one that I wanted to partake in.

Drumming my fingers on my thigh, I let my thoughts drift to Bella the other night, and how well she interacted with Libby. She was nothing like Carmen, and I could tell that she actually cared for my daughter.

I was just worried for Libby's safety. What if having her involved in Bella's life, put my daughter in danger some day?

Fear consumed me, and I knew that I had to do my best to keep my job away from my daughter, or I had to keep them as close as possible. If being a father and being Bella's bodyguard could coexist, I would surely find a way.

Her agile fingers squeezed my thigh, and I averted my eyes in Bella's direction, "Yes, love?"

A light blush spread up her cheeks as everyone moved to slide their chairs back away from the table, "We are leaving, Edward. Are you ready for your next task? You behaved well enough during this one, but can you do it again?"

I was about to answer her, when my phone rang. Bella glanced down at my pocket and I smiled, recognizing my ringtone, "Can you hold that thought, love?"

Her hand slid underneath my polo, and unclipped my cell phone from its holster. Flipping open the handset, she winked at me before answering my phone, "Hello?"

BPOV

"This isn't Daddy!" the little girl giggled.

I couldn't help but laugh back at little Libby. Her voice alone was enough to make my heart melt. So much like her father in that way.

"Are you sure?" I asked in a voice reserved for only talking to small children.

"Yesh. This is Bella!" she exclaimed, almost as if she was happy that I had been the one to answer the phone.

"Hi Libby Bug," I smiled as the rest of us got up from the table. I looked to my right and saw Jacob's kind, black eyes staring at me while that friendly smile was in place. I smiled back at him as he waved his hand, signaling his departure.

"Is Daddy behaving?" she asked and her voice got a little stricter, making me have to keep my laughter down as to not offend her.

I answered her as we walked out of the restaurant, Edward on my right, Alice on my left, and Jasper beside her.

"Well I don't think you need to give him a spanking quite yet, but there's still some time left in the day," I winked at Edward, making him roll his eyes, but that crooked smile came to his lips.

"Well good!" she sounded pleased. "Hey Bella? When can I start calling you Mommy?" she asked, making me stop frozen on the side walk, phone still held by my ear and my mouth dropped open.

"Uuhhh…" I wanted to tell her something, but at that moment my brain ceased to function. There was nothing to say. So instead, I stood there on the sidewalk as my friends passed me to their car. Only Edward came back when he noticed I stopped walking.

I'm sure my eyes were bugged out of my head, because he looked terrified for a moment and then rushed to grab the phone from me.

"Libby?" his voice was frantic. "Libby, are you okay?" he asked.

I tuned out the rest of the conversation, trying to think about why Libby had said that. Perhaps it was because I was her friend. An older friend. Isn't that what a mother is supposed to be?

She never had a mother; I got that sob story from Alice, so perhaps Libby was just at the stage where she wanted one. Needed one, when all the love her daddy could give her just wasn't enough because he would never be a mother to her, no matter how amazing of a father he was.

The snapping shut of the cell phone made me jolt and jump slightly, and only then did I notice that I was in the passenger seat of Edward's car.

I looked over to find him smiling meekly at me. "Sorry," he apologized.

"It's alright. I was just thinking. Got too caught up in my thoughts, I suppose," I laughed half heartedly.

"What did she say to you?" he asked with a soft face, his right hand reaching onto my knee were my left hand was placed.

I patted it with my free hand and smiled my eyes full of assurance. "Nothing. She was just being a little girl," I laughed. "But I think she likes me."

He let out a loud laugh making my smile brighten. "Yes, that's putting it quite lightly, love."

Next we drove the hour and a half to the Charleston Hotel to meet with Devin Steal. Now if I was to meet someone, I'm pretty sure I would have met them in the city where we BOTH live. But who was I kidding? This was Devin Steal. THE Devin Steal. So of course we were meeting in the place of his choosing.

And he chose a reclusive hotel where the top celebs go to have their affairs or after they go for a week after they reportedly get a DUI. What ever happened to meeting at George Webb's, I thought to myself, and then started laughing at the thought of Devin Steal in a George Webb's.

Edward looked over at me, probably to make sure I hadn't gone completely insane. I just shook my head at him through the tears of laughter, trying to tell him that there was no way he would understand.

He just gently shook his head as a smile appeared on those flawless lips and he turned his head back towards the road.

Although at the beginning I had been upset about the hour and a half drive to the hotel, by the end, I was secretly thanking Mr. Steal. The drive with Edward was exactly what we needed.

After the shower incident, and then the wall incident this morning, nothing helped to clear the awkwardness for me then to be able to sit and talk care free with Edward Cullen. In that hour and a half in his car, I forgot about everything else but me and him. He was no longer my body guard, and I wasn't simply his job. I was just a girl, with butterflies in her stomach as she talked to the captain of the football team. And I liked it.

Once we arrived at the hotel, I let out a sigh, suddenly wishing that Devin would've picked a place farther away.

Jasper had called telling us that we could handle this on our own. But the whole time, Jasper seemed a little distracted and Alice was heard giggling in the background. My cheeks flared knowing what they were doing and having Edward know as well.

So it was to be Edward, myself, Devin, and god only knows who he had with him.

From the time we entered the lobby, I knew my old co-star was already there. The phrase "Are you a moron? Did you not hear me ask for a table with BOOTHS?" was a clear give away.

"Sir, we don't have any booths here," the lady replied calmly, with a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"Well you should get some!" he said. "You expect me to eat in a place with no booths?" he asked, making my hand fly to my mouth to cover my laugh. No Booths? Madness I tell you!

"Apparently she does," the velvet voice from beside me sounded as we watched Devin Steal talk to the lady in a hotel uniform.

Devin narrowed his eyes at Edward. "Who the hell are you?" he asked as we approached Devin who had a gorgeous model on his arm, wearing a dress that made her look like she hadn't eaten since they invented bread.

"Edward Cullen. I'm Miss Swan's bodyguard," Edward stated coolly as he extended his hand for Devin to shake.

Devin's eyes narrowed before a sly smirk came to his face and he grabbed Edwards hand and shook….but he didn't let go.

I looked from Devin's face, to his hand to find it shaking in Edward's. His face started to turn purple and I looked between the two men.

"Are you planning on letting go?" Edward asked with a perfect eyebrow raised.

Devin pulled his hand away and I bit my lip as a smile threatened to come through as I saw that his hand was red and still shaking. He brought it to his chest to cradle as he looked at me.

"Our table is this way. Let's get this over with."

With that, he left the three of us (Me, Edward, and the model) behind him as he stomped off into the lounge area of the hotel.

Edward pulled out my chair for me yet again, as the model, Inga, looked pissed that she was seating herself. As soon as a waitress came to take our drink orders, and drooled over Edward, Devin was all business.

It was ridiculous really. I was sitting across from one of the biggest names in Hollywood and the waitress decides to go goo-goo eyes over my body guard. But the reason it really got to me, was because I thought with Devin there, the girls would be focused on him, and I could have my Edward. Edward. Not mine. Just Edward. Edward Cullen. No ownership here.

"So Bella, who are you bringing as your date?" Devin asked me.

"Ummm…I guess I hadn't thought about it," I told him

"You haven't thought about it?!" he almost yelled, making my face turn red in embarrassment. "It's in a week!"

"Yeah…sorry," I ducked my head down.

"I'll go with you," Edward whispered in my ear, making me look up at him. His fingers came up to my face and put a strand of hair behind my ear as he continued. "I'll have to be there anyways, right?"

I nodded with a huge smile on my face.

EPOV

Smirking, I slipped my hand up towards her face, my fingers gently stroking the soft skin. I had purposely made the touch look like we were dating so that the waitress would quit flirting, and to let Bella know how much I was enjoying her company.

This Devin Steal character was becoming increasingly irritating with his boisterous, unneeded comments, and how he was treating Inga could only be described as disgusting. The highlight of my evening had been crushing the moron's hand; however that still did not make me feel any better about his inappropriate behavior.

Resting my arm along the back of Bella's chair, I leaned in to whisper in her ear as the waitress approached. I was sick of floozies throwing themselves at me, and however conceited this may sound, it was true. I knew a floozy when I saw one, and I knew that I wasn't interested.

"I'll go with you." The loose strand of hair could not be left hanging, as I slipped behind her ears. Her smile spread, so I whispered again, taking her smile as acceptance, "I'll have to be there anyways, right?"

Grazing my nose across her cheek, I chuckled against her neck. My hot breath made her shiver, and I couldn't be happier with the reaction. My arm slipped from the back of her chair, and dropped to my side.

The blushing waitress asked for our orders, and I couldn't help but laugh when Bella ordered for me, "He'll take the Chicken Parmesan, that's what he always gets."

As she made her rounds, I skimmed my fingers down Bella's shoulder, and she tipped her head in my direction, "May I help you, Mr. Cullen?"

Laughing huskily, I saw Bella shiver again, as if a jolt was coursing through her body, "Are you cold, love?"

Her expression was one of teasing, and she leaned forward so that her lips were close to mine. I could feel our breath mingling as she spoke, "Quite the opposite, actually."

Devin's flamboyant attitude pulled us from our private chat, "What! You don't have lobster imported from Maine!? Manager! NOW!"

Growling, I averted my eyes to the shaking waitress, and I stood quickly. Grabbing Devin by the collar of his shirt, I shoved him against the wall, "Until you start showing women some respect, no one will be doing anything for you. Am I quite clear, Mr. Steal?"

My tone was pure ice, and I could feel the actor shaking beneath my fingertips. Three sets of eyes were on us, as I released my grip on his shirt, "Now go apologize, do you understand me?"

Straightening his collar, he moved back towards the table, glancing up at the waitress with a bashful stare. His cheeks were tinged pink, as he spoke, "S-s-sorry."

Removing my jacket from the wooden chair, I slipped it around Bella's shoulders as I saw her shiver again. We were sitting underneath an air vent, and even though her cheeks were flushed, she was shaking.

Grazing my nose underneath her jaw, I pressed my lips against her ear again, "Are you quite alright, love? You look a little flushed, but you're shivering. Do we need to leave?"

Her nod was all I needed. Gently settling my fingers on her hips, I helped her from the chair. Bella's legs were like jelly, and my hands had to hold her steady, "Come on sweetheart, just get to my car, and we can go back to my house."

Jerking my head at Devin, I murmured instructions to him about contacting Bella at a later date due to her sudden illness. Before our little chat, I knew that he would have argued, however his attitude was a complete turn around from the one we had been graced with upon arriving.

As I buckled Bella into my Lamborghini, I felt her hands reach around my neck. Pulling my lips to her, she sought kissed me gently. Her tongue traced my lips, and when I opened them, the wet appendage slid against mine.

When I pulled back, Bella smiled, her fingers reaching up to wipe the lipstick from my mouth, "Thanks, Edward, and we need to go to my apartment before we go anywhere, okay?"

I couldn't deny her anything, ever. Nodding, since I didn't trust myself to speak, I moved towards the drivers' seat, sliding in slowly. Backing out of the spot, I glanced over at Bella to see her head resting against the window, and her palm sitting on the seat. The angle of her hand was awkward, and I knew what she was trying to do.

Grasping the soft flesh in mine, I winked at her look of surprise, "Let's go pack you a bag, darling."

0When we got back to her apartment, I followed quickly behind her. Taking the key from her hands, I went to open the door, but she stood in shock, staring wordlessly at something. Moving my eyes in the direction hers were going, I gaped at the white paper stuck to the molding on the side of the building.

Handing her the key, I grabbed the note, and her hand, pulling her back towards my car. Unlocking the door, I hurriedly helped her inside, the note dangling between my fingers. Bella was visibly shaken as she sat in my car, and I climbed in on my side.

Pulling away from her apartment, I parked a few miles away in a grocery store lot. Opening the note, I gazed at the contents. I had wanted to be safe, and get Bella away as soon as possible, but for all I knew the note could have been from one of her neighbors.

The words were cut out of magazine letters as usual, however this note was longer.

I'm as small as an ant,
as big as a whale.
I'll approach like a breeze,
but can come like a gale.
By some I get hit,
but all have shown fear.
I'll dance to the music,
though I can't hear.
Of names I have many,
Of names I have one.
I'm as slow as a snail,
but from me you can't run.

Tracing the contours of the folded paper, I read the words over again, wondering what the riddle could possibly mean. How much trouble was my Bella in, and was this something I could prevent.

My eyes widened in realization as I brought my palm down on the leather covered steering wheel. In our greatest moment of need, I had forgotten my police training and grabbed that letter without covering my hands.

A startled Bella jumped, and she looked over at me with tear filled eyes. I wanted nothing more then to hold her right now, but as I extended my hand, she shied away from me, just as Libby had done this morning.

Dropping my hand, I settled it back on my steering wheel, and hit the gas, speeding out of the parking lot. The sooner we got back to my place, the better.

We had arrived at my home sooner than anticipated, and I moved to open Bella' door. When she got out, and started towards the house, I shut the door, and pressed my head against the frame. I had done something to upset her, just as I had upset my daughter earlier in the day.

The letter was in my pocket as I moved towards the house, and I saw Libby encased in Bella's arms. Rubbing my hand along Libby's back, I noticed how content she seemed to be in Bella's hold. Wishing I had someone to hold me, I jogged up the stairs to find something for Bella to sleep in that night.

My father called up the stairs, letting me know of their departure, since Libby no longer needed them to keep an eye on her, "Okay, thanks Dad! Goodnight!"

Tugging open my drawers, I grabbed one of my SWAT t-shirts and a pair of shorts. Jogging back down the stairs, I caught Bella's attention by clearing my throat, "Here are, some, um… clothes for you to sleep in tonight. Are you hungry?"

Libby' head perked up and I laughed softly, "I'm hungry, Daddy! Pizza, please?"

Sliding my hand through Libby's soft curls, I nodded, "Pizza it is, sweetie."

BPOV

It was so obvious that little Libby Bug had our Edward wrapped around her tiny, little finger. It was ten o'clock at night and he was willing to make pizza for his little girl. Sure, it only ended up to be a frozen pizza, though Libby complained about us not being able to have a flour fight, but it was still pizza.

I excused myself to head to the bathroom and change as Edward set his little girl down on the counter top in the kitchen. Her yellow, one piece footy pajamas looking adorable on her as her feet swung as they hung off the surface.

I took the pile of clothes Edward had given me and headed to the bathroom. In the beautiful house of Edward Cullen, even the bathroom was gorgeous. This was a house that people would expect and actor or actress to live in. Not my boring two bedroom flat with a small kitchen and a smaller closet (Alice was not happy with that).

I sighed as I set the clothes on the counter. Picking up the black shirt, it was an extra large to fit his impressive build, plain black with the word SWAT printed on the back in white. I almost giggled at the cliché. As I slipped it on over my head I wondered how many people had shirts like this that weren't on the SWAT team. And then what the officers thought of those people. I would be annoyed.

The darn thing went down to my knees even with my rather long legs, and sitting on the counter beside the sink was a pair of white basketball shorts. I rolled my eyes as I held them up to my waist, finding that they would look more like Capri's on me then shorts. But I through them on anyways, only to have them slip right off my waist and puddle on the floor.

Hmmm...Well that's not good.

Although I knew Libby would see me, and even more embarrassed, Edward would as well, in only a tee shirt, it was really more of a dress or night gown. So I stayed short less and came out of the bathroom in just the shirt figuring that he's already seen me naked, what the hell, right?

The two of them were in exactly the same place as they were when I had left, but now Edward was leaning over, putting kisses all over Libby's face, as she giggled and her tiny feet kicked.

I went over to them and leaned against the counter next to the little girl. "You two look like you're having fun," I said, tickling Libby on the last word.

"Daddy attacked me with kisses!" she exclaimed.

"Oh, did he?" I asked turning toward Edward with an eye brow raised and he winked at me.

"Daddy, do it to Bella! Attack her with kisses too!"

I felt me face heat up and could feel Edward staring at me with such intensity that I think it made my face hotter and swore if he started any harder, he could see right through me.

With one, slow movement, he stepped towards me and leaned in just a little, to my body, his face dipping down, closer to mine. His lips drawing nearer. And then...

DING!

"Pizza!" Libby giggled.

As Edward and I ate, Libby nibbled away at the pizza as well until her tiny eyes closed and her head was resting on her small hands on the table.

Edward picked her up lightly and carried her upstairs as I followed. At the top and down the hall on the left was her room. Clearly identified by the white door frame and the yellow and blue butterfly painted on it.

Her room was precious for a little girl. A white bed and a cool gray carpet giving it a clean feeling. Her bedspread was a light purple with yellow, blue, and pink butterflies and flowers on it. All of her bedding matched, as did the bordering near the ceiling in her room, all the same patterns of butterflies and flowers. She had a tiny, white, wooden desk with a small lamp, and a white night stand next to her bed, with a rocking chair in the corner. I would've loved to have this room when I was younger. It just made me feel like I was in my own little meadow, and I had a feeling Libby felt the same.

He pulled back the cover, expertly, and laid her down before tucking her in and placing a soft kiss on her forehead. I whispered a "goodnight Libby" before Edward switched off the lights and we walked out of the room, leaving the door wide open.

Directly across the hall was another bedroom, but before I was able to go inside it, Edward spun towards me and sighed.

"This is my room," he explained and I felt my heart sink a little. It was ridiculous for me to think that he would call it "our room" or something, but I still had hope that he would. "I have a guest room all set up for you," he went on and my heart sunk a little, "but, I really don't think I want you in a room by yourself after tonight's events," he let out a sigh. "What I'm saying is that I think you should sleep with me tonight."

At that moment, my heart started to speed up and beat wildly against my chest. Yes, protection, that was the reason I was going to be sharing a bed, but at that exact moment, I wasn't exactly thinking of the reasons. Only that I was going to be doing it. I just nodded in agreement and followed him into the room. The beautifully seductive room, with a bed much too large for one person and a black and red comforter screaming "seduction".

It was going to be a long night.

Well like it? I always wondered that about the SWAT shirts. I was a cheerleader and when I saw other girls at my high school wearing stuff that said "Varsity Cheer" on it I was like, "yeah, that's cool, except you're not," so that was always wondered if SWAT team of FBI think that too. Hmmmm. Next time I see a shirt like that I'm gonna ask if they really are members. Right, story...lol. So drop us a line and lets us know.

Much love and even more writing,

ashel-13

So, if you don't enjoy this chapter, I might just cry. Yes, that's right, cry. So, you had better enjoy it. I had fun writing it. I love sexual tension, and I hope we are writing the tension well enough for everyone.

See you Friday!

Hayden