Author's Note:

Dear Guest Reviewer,

I never mentioned Bella telling Renee where she lives. Or that she told everybody, she told those who she can trust, closest to her. Stop assuming.

She also never said that she was innocent. That's you assuming again.

Also, if you want to review leave your penname so I can respond back. So, I can at least reply back to your review. Since you seem to know more about the story then I do, apparently.

To Other Readers,

I did say this was going to be a short, fast paces story. Are we still okay with that?

Is there more questions? Did I miss something that you wanted to know? Let me know. I'll explain it.

Anyways, Enjoy!

I tried to get our lives settled once more. But there so much that was never going to be the same.

Charlotte could no longer attend the daycare, for safety reasons.

Unfortunately, the paps wouldn't leave us alone. So, we could no longer go back to the apartment as we originally hoped.

Once we realized that I asked Jacob to sell the furniture.

I was frustrated that we would have to find a new place to live, though Marcus and Aro had told me I was welcome to stay here until I wanted to leave.

I truly had nowhere else to go, besides my dad's house. But I wasn't about to burden and place him in unnecessary danger.

I had also sold my old car, so I had a good nest egg from those sales.

After I told Edward that we were still getting hounded by the paps, which prompted him to get more security, and get yet another SUV, this one with darkly tinted windows so that we could head into town safely.

I was adamant about accepting it, until I heard the pleas of his mother, Elizabeth, who practically begged me to accept it, as a security measure.

Oh, did I mention I lost my job? Because that was just the cherry on top of all this shutty situation.

Jacob and the entire band thing? Well, it went well…up until Sam and Jake decided to place the band thing on the back burner when Leah found out she was pregnant with twins, and Emily found out she was having another baby.

Yup, life was really looking up for everyone.

Hell, even my dad and his girlfriend, Sue, were expecting.

Ironically though, I couldn't help but shrink away at the thought of being pregnant again, when they asked me about having more kids. The first time was traumatic enough.

I couldn't laugh hard without accidentally peeing myself,or sneezing too hard for that matter. So, I am definitely doing that again. Not that that was in the cards right now. Possibly ever again.

Especially now, since I was focusing on trying to get a new job, preferably a remote one.

I was trying to think of all the pros and cons of staying in Seattle or looking to move out of the city, or state. Possibly to Portland, or maybe cross country…

Edward did say he wanted to help me, meaning I was going to talk to him about the situation. Maybe a new place to start over would be good. New city?

I was lost in thought sitting in the living room when Charlotte ran in with Edward on her heels.

I pulled off my blue light glasses, and turned to them.

"Momma?" Charlotte asked.

I slipped off my glasses, folded them, before looking at them. "Yes, muffin?" I asked.

She had recently begun to call Edward, dad, or daddy… and she always said it proudly.

"Daddy says that he's going to haftah go on touw soon... Can we go wit him?" She asked.

I frown, my eyes flying to his. "I— I don't know, sweetie. I mean, did he ask you to or did you make these plans on your own?" I asked.

"No. He told me." She replied, with a smile.

I raised a brow, tilting my head to the side. "Is that so?" I asked.

He nodded, "Hey, it's only going to be for four months… and we leave on the third of January… so, I figured it would be alright. But I was going to ask you first." He told me, giving Charlotte a look.

She smiled up at him sheepishly and turned to give me a pleading look.

I sighed at the screen, no new emails. I had sent my resume to four different companies and none had gotten back to me.

I turned to look back at them, "When do we leave?" I asked.

They both gave me the same crooked grins. "Really?!" Charlotte asked.

I nodded, "Yeah, I mean there's nothing really important going on here. And you do have ABC mouse, and Sesame Street on your tablet." I said as I looped one of my fingers around one of her curls.

"Aw. Momma." She complained.

"That is one of my conditions. You want to go, you're going to take the tablet and we're going to study." I told her.

She pouted. "That's no faiw." She mumbled, stomping her foot.

Edward turned away to hide his amusement. "She's right, Lottie Bear, you want to go. You'll do what your mom says." He told her.

She scowled at him too before stomping her way out of the room and up the stairs.

Edward looked shocked as his eyes followed Charlotte's form up the stairs.

I laughed at the terror on his face, "Don't worry, she'll go up there, pout, and then come back down here to apologize and ask for a snack." I told him.

He sighed as he dropped into the armchair heavily. "You deal with that every day?" He asked in awe.

I nodded, "Multiple times of day, actually. Are you sure you want to deal with that for the next four months?" I asked, amused.

"Of course. I will gladly deal with that every day if it means that we all spend time together." He told me.

I sighed, "You're forgetting one thing. Emmett and Rosalie." I finally said.

He sighed, "I'm not. I've actually been thinking about this. Emmett told me that something happened the other night after they left here, and it made him question everything he's known about her. Everything she's ever told him… They're actually on a break right now…" He told me.

I frowned, "What happened? Is she… is she okay? Is he?" I asked, concerned.

He nodded, "Uh. Yeah. They— they are both okay… He's a bit scuffed but he's alright. As for your sister… well, she had some sort of nervous breakdown…and she's been checked into Navos Psychiatric Hospital by your dad." He finally told me.

I frowned, "My dad? My dad hasn't said anything about this…when did you find out?" I asked, looking down at my phone to check if I had missed any calls.

"On the way over here, while the guys video called me." He informed me.

"I see." I whispered.

"Look, I'm not telling you this to make you feel bad. In fact, I wanted you to know but I didn't want Charlotte to hear us talking." He told me.

"I see." I repeated, getting lost in thought.

He nodded, as he waited for me to say something.

My thoughts went to the night of Charlotte's party. In truth, it did hurt me to have to cut Rosalie out. But I didn't know if I could trust her or not.

I grew up with her, I thought of her as my sister. Even if she wasn't acting like it. I still cared.

"Bella?" He whispered.

"Hm?"

I heard him move to sit next to me before he grabbed my chin with his forefinger and thumb, gently forcing me to look at him.

"Hey, I need you to tell me what happened while you were pregnant with Charlotte." He quietly told me.

I blinked at him, but made no move to say anything else in response. "It's nothing important." I mumbled.

"You said you hate when people hide shit from you… and that you dislike double standards." He pointed out.

I sighed, "Look. You're not going to like what you hear. It's best if you don't find out." I told him.

"This is our daughter we're talking about. I need to know." He finally said.

He's right. Damn it.

"I was thirty-five weeks into the pregnancy… we were … at my dad's old house. It was a two story house." I explained, feeling as he stiffened I'm his seat.

When he didn't say anything, I continued, all while keeping my eyes on the window.

"I was laying in a room upstairs, when I heard Rosalie call up and tell me to come down, and to hurry. I got up and ran out of the room towards the stairs… I'm not entirely sure what happened after that because all I remember was tripping and suddenly feeling airborne." I told him.

"You fell down the stairs." He whispered, in shock.

"I thought I did. But Rene told me Rosalie tied a nylon wire around the bottom of the posts, on the landing upstairs… It's why I fell… and she kept it a secret because Rosalie told her to." I mumbled, pushing my hand into my hair.

"Fuck…" He whispered.

"She also said that had my dad not gotten there in time, Charlotte probably wouldn't have survived. When my dad got me to the hospital, it was discovered that I had hemorrhaging from the fall. I had to get an emergency C-section, so that they could stop the bleeding. I blamed myself for not being careful this entire time…" I mumbled, rubbing a hand over my face.

We sat in silence, processing what had happened before he turned to look at me.

No words were said, but I knew he could see the pain I was in.

When he extended his hand and took mine in his, I felt a small shaky breath escape me.

"It'll be okay. We will be okay." He mumbled.

I nodded in response but my mind still reeled as I finally processed what I had just told him.

I couldn't help but wonder what was next for us as a family.