A/N I don't own anyone but Bella.

Fire Lady14- Don't we all?

LordFrieza- Yeah, I'm being really mean to poor little Q and this chapter's going to be pretty angst-y.

KaliAnn- I think all little girls can be brats when the situation comes up. Poor Viccy, he's still pretty sad:(

valevilandra- Yeah, I'm being a big bully to Vic:(

ChristinaWasHere- Yeah, in a few years her room will be covered in newspapers and archery posters. TONS of explaining, though.

question- The reason I haven't said who's the mother of Martha is because I'm doing a love-triangle story with CW/BM/WW and didn't want to give either WW or CW the advantage. But it's either Catwoman or Wonder Woman, take your pick. I might just choose one later depending on what people ask me to do.

JezCul666- Yep, this chapter is gonna be between H/Q.

Wingzero87- He he, first time anyone's ever compared Vic to an emotional punching bag. Seems pretty fitting. . .

Knight Watcher- Yep, little kids aren't exactly famous for their conclusions being spot-on correct. Figured this would be one of those times:)

Idk- She's gonna have a lot to say;)

Cooper101- Thanks, doing it right now:D

Guest- Ollie's famous for a lot of stuff, being able to resist females at any age is so not one of them:) There's a huge line full of people (mainly women) who want to kill Ollie. Gotta feel bad for Bella/Q, and now Helena's back so. . .

-the-Green-Hornet- Yep, had to make old Viccy try a little bit even though he's got zero experience in that type of stuff.

yellowstar128- I am evil, thank you very much:)

plzcontinuesoon- Thanks, and of course I have to update quick since I left a cliff-hanger. I hate it when writers do that than take years to add on.

JLluvr- Thanks, and calm down dude, I'm updating right now:)

You're here!" Bella cried jumping up.

Helena caught her and laughed, spinning her around. "Oh, my little baby girl!" She cooed.

"Mama, I'm not little." Pouted Bella.

"Yes you are, you're my little baby Bells." Helena smirked as her daughter giggled.

"Hello, Helena." Said Vic staring at her. God, she was beautiful. How-how did he ever let her go? Well he knew how, but still. . .

"Hey, Vic." Helena answered giving him a tired smile as they made eye contact. For a second, it was the way it always was. Nothing had changed; they were still together sharing a small acknowledgement at their daughter's behavior, lost in their own little world. It had been like that forever, animalistic attraction and understanding.

Then it was gone not even a second after it had began. "Um, sweetie, why don't you go wait in the car, okay?" Helena suggested, her voice sounding strained.

"Okay Mama!" The little girl agreed jumping down. "I just have to get Mr. Stitchy and my toothbrush and my nightgown and my socks and shoes and. . ."

"She. . . likes to talk." Helena explained as their daughter ran in and out of a room before dashing out the door. "Buckle yourself in your car-seat!" Helen called after her before turning back to Vic.

"I can tell." He agreed still staring at her.

"So. . . how are you?" She started.

"Fine. And you?"

"Can't complain."

For a few moments they stood there awkwardly, unsure of how to proceed. "So, I guess you know now." Helen finally said.

"Know what?"

"About Bella and that she's. . ."

"Mine?"

"Ours."

"Oh. Yes, I know." He assured her. Another uncomfortable silence. "Why. . . didn't you tell me?" Vic finally managed to choke out.

"I don't know, Vic. You never really seemed like the kind of person who wanted a kid and we'd just split up and things were so complicated . . ." She shook her head. "I wanted to, but as the years went by it just seemed so much. . . harder."

He nodded. "Oh, I see."

"Do you?" Helena asked walking towards him. "You seem pretty calm about this."

"No, but I've had three days to get use to the idea." He explained. "Are you mad at me?"

"Mad? I don't really know, I mean I had a while to get use to it myself. We had a lot of good times together, you and I."

"Yes, we did." He agreed looking at her. Their faces were inches apart. "Quite a lot."

They were practically kissing. The problem with his conclusions about why he couldn't be with Helen, he realized, was that the second he looked into her dark brown eyes and saw how deep they were, how pretty she was, remembered how warm she always felt, all those reasons seemed to drift away.

He wanted to kiss her so badly. They locked eyes for a moment, their faces now centimeters apart. ". . . To bad you dumped me while I was pregnant." Helena whispered.

Guilt suddenly crashed down on him. "Helena, I-"

"Do you know how hard that was?" She asked beginning to get emotional as she took a step away from him. "How hard it still is? She acts like you sometimes, a lot of the time, and even looks like you sometimes! She makes that same stupid face you used to make when you were concentrating on something. Asks all these random questions I have no idea how to answer, I'm just waiting for her to declare that were all screwed because the Illuminati are in control of the world."

"Helen, I'm-"

"You're what, Vic? Sorry?" She let out a bitter laugh. "Do you know how hard it is to love someone so much and have them be the most important person in you life then go and have them look and act like someone else who broke your heart? No, you don't!"

"I know, and I'm sorry-"

"You're sorry? Damn it Vic, how the hell could you do that? Hurt me like that? What the hell were you thinking?"

"I wasn't good enough." He whispered. "And I never would be. Helena, I heard them all talking right after we started dating. They always talked about us, but us together was. . .terrible. It killed me. I loved you so much, I couldn't hurt you anymore."

"Did it ever occur to you I didn't give a shit!" She exploded. "They always talked about me, I don't even care what they say anymore! I didn't think you did either!"

"I didn't care what they said about me, just what they said about you!" He cried.

"I didn't care! We were together you idiot! I was happy, you were happy, we were happy, together! You always said you never gave a shit what everyone else said and I respected that! But damn it, if that's your excuse-"

"Not an excuse and it was more complicated-"

"It's always so complicated, isn't it?" She sniffed. "Don't you hate me?"

"Why the hell would I hate you?"

"Aren't you angry? Hurt? Want to punch a wall or cry your eyes out?"

"No, why would I be?"

"I didn't tell you you had a daughter for seven fucking years!" She screamed. "Doesn't that hurt?"

"Yes, of course it does! But I deserved it-"

"Get angry! Be mad!" She shrieked. Why wasn't he upset, why couldn't he be hurting like she did? She didn't want him to know he deserved it; she wanted him to feel pain.

"I am mad! At myself, I screwed up damn it!" He shouted.

"At me, you idiot, be mad at me!" She cried.

"Why the hell would I be mad at you?" He muttered. "It was my fault, not yours." He added bitterly.

"Damn right it was!" She sneered. If he wasn't going to be mad than he was going to be guilty. She needed some emotion for him, not empathy.

"I know!"

"No you don't! Do you know how scared I was, how completely terrified I felt? I was just told that I was pregnant and freaking out because I wasn't married and sure as hell wasn't prepared for a kid, but you know what? I knew I was keeping it, that I wasn't giving it up! I knew there was going to be hell and I'd probably be fired from my school for committing a sin like this, hell I was probably going to Hell, but you know what else I thought?"

"What?" He whispered feeling more guilty than he'd ever experienced. He had no idea what she went through, he deserved to burn in Hell.

"I thought, 'you know what? It's okay'. It's okay because I may not know a lot but I knew you weren't going to leave me! I knew you loved me and that you were going to support me no matter how bitchy I got with hormones and shit! I knew, I knew, damn it that you weren't like the other guys and that you were going to stay!"

She was half crying now, and Vic had tears in his eyes too.

"But I was wrong. When I got home you said you wanted to end things and that we shouldn't be together. That we should split up. You didn't even look at me." She whispered softly with tears running down her cheeks.

"And you know what?"

"No."

"That almost killed me. I swear to God Q, if you weren't the father I would've killed you right there like you were killing me. They told me you were insane and a psycho and that I should just leave you alone, but you know what I said?"

"What?" He choked out beginning to cry as well.

"I told them to screw themselves. That I could make my own decisions. They called me the same things and I figured that if they were wrong about me than they could be wrong about you."

"I'm so sorry." He whispered.

"No."

"No?"

"Don't be sorry. Will you just stop saying that!" She cried. "Don't be sorry, be furious, hate me, damn it!" Throw something or punch me or. . . anything! Just, God, stop saying you're sorry!" She sobbed.

"What do you want me to say?" He whimpered.

"Anything but that! God, show some emotion, for once!" She screamed. "God, I don't know just show some emotion!" She begged beating him against his chest with her fists as she sobbed hysterically.

"Helena, I-"

"You can't, can you?" She finally asked wiping away her tears on her sleeves. "I must be crazy, I mean I left you alone with Bella! God, Dinah told me it was a bad idea and that I should just leave it alone, but I couldn't, could I?" She sobbed. "I told her to shut up and that Bella needed a Daddy and that you would treat her good even if you didn't know she was your daughter. I'm so stupid!"

"You're not stupid you're-"

"Shut up Vic. Just shut the hell up!" She sniffed, grabbing her purse as she turned to leave. "I don't want Bella spending any more time with you!" She spat as she stormed out the door.

"Helena, wait!" He cried.

"Leave me alone!" She begged.

His shoulders sagged as he dropped onto his couch. How could he have screwed up so badly? All he wanted to do was stop hurting her, but he hadn't. God, he was such an asshole. No wonder Helena and Bella hated him.

He rubbed his temples as he cried silently.

He told her he was sorry. He had meant it too. He'd never been more regretful of anything in his life. He'd left when she needed him most and he'd never forgive himself. Their love was special, not your every day kind, and he'd thrown it away.

He still loved her and he was still sorry.

He just didn't know if that was enough anymore.

Helena stormed out of the apartment building and into the parking lot.

That-that idiot! Why the hell did he have to be so understanding and guilty? She wanted him to feel pain like she did, have him yell at her so she'd feel better.

Didn't he know how hard it was to be mad at someone when you knew they were guilt-stricken?

She wiped away a few stray tears as her heels angrily clicked against the pavement.

She flung open the door to the front seat of her car and threw her purse down in a fit of rage.

"-We had some cereal and-Mama! What's wrong?" Bella exclaimed in horror. Was Mama crying? Mama was the strongest person she knew, she'd never cried before. What could have possibly made her so upset?

"Mama why are you-"

"Because of you're figlio di puttana of a father, that's why!" Helena shouted before she could stop herself.

Dead silence, then, "What?"

A/N Lots of angst in this chapter:( And now Bella's in on the secret too.

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