EPOV:

It had been almost a week since I had heard my wife's voice, and I was having withdrawal from it. Craving her laughter, her smiles, trying to remember the smell of her hair...

And my little buddy, I missed my sons giggles, his messes, and his tantrums.

Shit, I even missed changing diapers and taking out the trash.

I wouldve done anything to be home at this very moment, instead I was in the middle of the atlantic on a tin-fucking-can filled with cramped, lonely, depressed sailors.

The list for the phone-line had been pre-filled for a week now and by the time I got off whatever task I had been assigned for the day or watch, there were no spots left.

It'd be two in the morning in San Diego, but fuck; I had to know they were doing okay, and I had to tell my Bella I missed her, because I did.

"Move it Petty Officer," I growled at the sailor on the phone, he had gone over his fifteen-minutes by three minutes. It was my turn now.

"Goodbye sweetheart. Daddy misses you too. I have to go. Say goodnight to mommy for me. I love you," He whispered into the phone and finally hung up.

He rushed passed me, his eyes glossy. There were two other sailors waiting behind me and I urged them to back the fuck off.

It annoyed me when people listened in on my conversations, despite that all of our convos were being recorded anyways.

The phone rung three times before she answered, "Hello...Edward?"

I let out a deep breathe, thanking god she had woken up and feeling awful for the hour.

"Baby. Are you alright?"

She was silent for a few seconds, as I stared at the timer on the phone. Fifteen minutes was never enough.

"Yes, everything is fine Edward. Were fine. I got Ej's costume a few hours ago."

My heart tugged a bit, I was going to miss my boy's Halloween; he could actually eat candy this year. "Oh really, whats he going to be?"

"A very handsome lion."

I smiled crookedly at the thought, "Like his father then?"

She chuckled lightly into the phone and then her voice softened, "I miss you Edward..."

Running my fingers through my hair, I looked around. The other two sailors that were waiting had backed off several feet and were on the floor. One had a book in his hand, the other was staring at a photograph.

"Bella, I miss you too. I miss you and EJ so fucking much."

She started crying into the phone then and I didnt know what to do as I shuffled my feet. "Bella, whats wrong baby?"

She calmed down a bit and sighed. "I dont know how to ask you this without causing an argument..."

My heart dropped, just because I didnt know what I had done wrong; I racked my brain and came up with nothing.

"I dont want to argue either, just tell me."

"I took the Acura to the dealership yesterday for a tune-up and an oil change, so we were using Angies car and..."

She rambled on.

"Just get to the point Bells," I huffed out.

"I found four condoms in your dashboard." Bitterness in her tone, she had already accused me. In her mind they were mine and I had cheated.

Fuck.

My body froze as the flashback made it's way to my memory:

Our son had just turned one, and I came home a few days earlier then Bella and EJ. The house was empty, I was alone and bored.

My buddies came over for a few drinks and Cheney; Ben one of my best buds decided to stay the night. He and Ange had gotten into a huge argument and he just didnt have it in him to go home and deal with it.

Ange went away the next day for a few days so Ben stayed, not wanting to be alone at his place.

I was happy for the company.

His car broke down on our way to work the next day, so I drove mine. He got off early, and I had duty; and he took my car home.

"Bella, I dont know how those got in my car," I lied.

She knew I was lying, she always did.

Sighing angrily she was silent for a few seconds and then spoke. "Edward, don't lie to me."

"I'm not lying."

"Goodnight."

The phone clicked and the call ended.

Annoyed and wanting to hear her voice again, I called her back two times but the phone went straight to voicemail.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" I banged the phone on the receiver looking at the timer, my time was up.

Walking away, I started stomping towards my room in search of Cheney.

Well, Well, Well, I guess things aren't what they seem?