Disclaimer- Don't own Twilight.

A/N- Sorry about how long it's been with an update, life has been hectic with work and other problems, but I promise to update the next chapter within the next few weeks, maybe earlier.

Anyway, this chapter, a new character is introduced that will play a major role in later chapters.

"Hold still," scolded Jacob as he tried to get Nessie's hair into two big braids. Hair was one of the things he loathed about being a nanny. All he had to do with his and Elijah's hair was just combing it and adding a little bit of gel. Quick and simple, but not with a little girl, she always wanted to look her best. Hell if she was allowed to wear makeup, she would probably spend hours doing it.

"Sorry Jake," Nessie said as she stopped wiggling in her seat. The whole point of her wiggling around, was because she wanted to get away but her plan wasn't working. She could have thrown a tantrum, but knew that Jake would yell at her. Today she had to go to her therapy appointment. She hated therapy and refused to speak to the psychologist the hour they were together. Most of the time, she spent drawing pictures to send to Edward. She hated how the psychologist pretended to be her friend.

She had no friends.

Having moved back to L.A. two months ago, she had been enrolled in a private school that also had other celebrity children in it, but they were all stuck up and thought they were better than her. The mean girls in the school loved to make fun of her about how Bella was psychotic and how she wasn't beautiful like her father. Then other kids made fun of her, because she didn't live in a big mansion like the rest of them or that she wore in their opinion cheap shoes. Jake didn't believe in buying a pair of 200 dollar pair of shoes for a child, so he just made Nessie wear a sturdy pair of shoes that only cost 20 dollars.

"Jake, why do I have to go?" Nessie whined as she tried to pull away again, but he held her still.

"So you can get things off your chest," he replied. "Besides, this is only your third session with her."

"But I don't talk to her."

"Well maybe you should and besides, you don't have to go to school today, so that's a bonus."

"I guess. Jake what do you talk about with your doctor?"

"That's private," he said finishing up with her hair. Like Nessie, he saw a therapist at the same time she did, but with someone that specialized in helping sexual abuse victims. All the things that he and his therapist talked about; there was no way he could tell Nessie. He didn't want to destroy her faith in humanity. "What we talk about is too much for you to hear at your age." He finished up her hair. "Go put your shoes on."

Nodding she did what she was told and they left.

Dr. Crane watched as Nessie as the child drew another picture for her father or for her nanny, Jacob. She observed how the child paid great attention to detail and if she messed up one little thing, started all over again. She noted on her pad that Nessie might have a slight case of OCD and that she would have to look for more signs. As she watched something intrigued her that she thought would be perfect to bring up with the child.

"That's a pretty picture Renesmee," Dr. Crane said bending over to observe the picture of Nessie and Jacob swimming with dolphins.

"My name is Nessie," the child snapped in frustration. Ever since Jake gave her the nickname, that's all she wanted to be called. Anyone that didn't call her that was given a serious scowl.

"I'm sorry Nessie. Is this picture for Jacob?"

"Yes," she replied not wanting to go into detail about how Jake promised that he would take her to go swim with dolphins.

"Why isn't your daddy in the picture?"

"Cause he's doesn't like dolphins," she said remembering the zoo incident.

"I see. Nessie, you draw a lot of pictures, why don't you ever draw any for your Mommy? I think she would appreciate getting something from you."

Nessie concentrated on her picture and just shrugged her shoulders. She wasn't in the mood to talk about Bella.

Dr. Crane tried a different approach. "When I was a little girl, I drew a lot for my mom and she used to hang them on the refrigerator, because she was so proud. Your daddy told me you did many activities in New York, I bet your mommy was proud."

A weird expression appeared on the child's face as she tried to remember Bella ever being proud of her. "Mommy wanted me to be perfect," she said. "I have to sing and dance better than all the little girls in the world. She didn't want me be to be average."

"No one is perfect."

"But I have to be. Mommy says I'm special."

"All children are special to their parents. Did you and your mommy do anything special together?"

"No, Mommy just told me and sometimes she would give me her special kisses."

Dr. Crane's curiosity peaked. "Special kisses? What type of special kisses?"

Nessie could tell now that Dr. Crane wanted to know more about her life, so she made up a lie. "We did Eskimo kisses. We rubbed our noses together," she said quickly.

Dr. Crane could tell that she was lying. After years of talking to children, she had a thought that Bella had sexually abused Nessie, but without a concrete confession; she couldn't report it. She made a note to try and gain the child's trust more to find out the truth.

Two floors down, Jake sat with his own therapist going over his problems. Right now they were discussing Jake's previous relationship with Damian.

"Jake," said Dr. Hill. "Why do you think you jumped into a relationship with Damian so fast? Did you see it as some type of rebellion from your father?"

Jake thought about it for a second. "I guess. Damian was the first person to show me love next to Elijah's mom. If I had stayed with him, I would have eventually told my dad, which would have pissed him off anyway and we still wouldn't be talking."

"Does your father have conservative views on homosexuality?"

"No he just has issues about who I date. He never liked Elijah's mom or any other girl that I've dated. I guess he never liked that I didn't date girls on the reservation. Then again he never liked anyone my sisters dated. The first guy Rebecca dated ended up dying from a freak cliff diving accident and the second guy got her pregnant. Rachel only dated in college and she came back home and hooked up with Paul and had his baby.

"Can you see his stance about who his children date?"

"I guess, since Rebecca ran off to Hawaii, Rachel is with a dick and I'm raising a child by myself."

"How would you think your father would take it when he finds out about Edward?"

"Pissed that I didn't tell him, but I think he would be happier, because Edward has money. But he wouldn't like the fact that Edward is a celebrity. I don't really know how he will act," Jake admitted.

"You should gradually tell your dad about your love life to see how he will respond, and then if you feel comfortable you can tell him about Edward. Our session is done for today; same time next week."

"Okay," Jake said standing up. "Would it be possibly to schedule our sessions possibly two times a week, there is a lot of shit that I need to get off my chest."

"Of course Jacob," Dr. Hill replied. "Are Tuesdays at 10:30 alright with you, then you won't have Nessie with you."

"Alright."

"Good, I'll set up the appointments with my secretary. See you next session Jake."

"Okay," he said walking out. Taking a deep breath he felt a little better. Since he started therapy he felt like the world wasn't so bad, he was almost grateful that Edward insisted that he see a therapist. Getting on the elevator, he rode up to get Nessie, who was already waiting for him. "Hey."

"Can we go now?" Nessie asked running to him. She didn't want to be with her therapist anymore. The woman tried to ask more questions about her mother.

"Sure," he said taking her hand.

The two rode the elevator and walked out of the building into the parking garage, where they got into the car that Edward was letting Jacob borrow. "So did you draw a new picture?" Jake asked, pulling into the street. Immediately they were met with traffic.

"Yes, it's for you."

"Cool, I'll look at it when we get home." He took a look at the car's clock and saw that he had a couple of hours to go before he had to pick up Elijah from daycare. Since he had the time, he decided to get a lot of his errands done, so he could just concentrate on school tomorrow.

Now that he was a nanny, his schedule was busy with school, and the kids. For school he just decided to take mostly online classes and then had one class that he had to appear on campus for two hours. With the kids it was a different story, for some reason Edward insisted on Nessie being in multiple activities. So Jake had to take her to tennis, dance and cheerleading lessons. Edward's reasoning behind all of her activities was so that she would be too tired to bother Jake and besides she did a lot of those activities in New York and threw a tantrum when the idea that she couldn't continue came up.

Nessie's gazed out the car window and saw a strange car pull beside them. Someone stuck their head out with a camera. "Jake!"

"What?"

"That person is taking pictures of the car," she explained frightened; she buried her head into her sweater.

"Don't worry the windows are tinted, so they can't see us." Inwardly he cursed, they didn't really have a problem with paparazzi, but sometimes people just popped up out of nowhere, wanting pictures of Nessie. However since she was a minor and since Edward never gave consent on any pictures taken, the photographers could be sued. He didn't want her to feel scared anymore, so he pushed the car as fast as it could go.

Miles away, Bella gained a small smile as she watched Carlisle walk into the room, where she went to for her therapy sessions. Bella knew that she had fucked up bad by trying to kill Edward, so ever since she had been locked up; she had been contemplating a plan to get out and take control of Nessie and eventually take out Edward.

"Hello Bella," Carlisle said sitting across from her.

"Hi," she replied.

Carlisle smiled at her; he was ecstatic that Bella had requested to talk with him in person. He truly felt that Bella was making the leaps and bounds to become mentally healthy. He vowed to himself that he would help her the best way that he could, so that mother and daughter could be reunited and live happily.

"How have you been?" he asked.

"Alright, but I've been a little depressed," she replied.

"Why?"

"Well since Renesmee went back to Los Angeles; I've only talked to her a few times."

Carlisle frowned, before Nessie left Forks with Jacob; he had given the young man specific instructions to allow Renesmee to talk with Bella at least two times a week. Obviously Jake wasn't doing what he was told, but it was possible that Edward gave Jake another set of directions to not allow mother and daughter speak with each other.

Bella inwardly smile, she knew that Carlisle was mad. She continued, "Also I would love to speak to Edward, but he never bothers to contact me."

"Well he is busy with the tour."

"I know, but I want the chance to apologize about what happened. I want him to love me again."

Carlisle's heart warmed. "Well I'll speak to him."

"How is Renesmee? Last time I talked to her, she insisted that that I call her Nessie."

"Thriving back in L.A., she is seeing a therapist."

"I didn't know that. I'm a bad mother for not knowing that."

He placed a hand on her shoulder. "Bella, you're not a bad mother. There needs to be more communication between you and Renesmee. On your behalf I will speak to Edward and Jacob."

"Jacob! Who the hell is that?" she shouted. That name sounded familiar, but she couldn't match it with a face.

"Oh my," Carlisle said embarrassed. "Jacob is Renesmee's nanny and Edward is very fond of him."

It took a second for Bella to process the information, before she finally remembered who the hell Jacob was. She grew angry. "Edward is letting that street walking whore take care of my child? What the fuck is wrong with him?"

"Jacob is a nice young man."

"That has slept with numerous people. He's Edward's plaything. Renesmee never mentioned Jacob taking care of her."

"Really?" Carlisle asked surprised. "She is quite taken with him and his son."

"She doesn't like talking to me too much. Why are you allowing this to happen?"

"It was Edward's decision to let Jacob take care of Renesmee and she is thriving in his care."

"I don't care. I'm not about to sit back and let that whore raise my child. Edward never even asked me if it was okay."

"Bella, I can understand your frustration, but in your current situation. You can't do anything about it."

"Like hell I can't, don't I have any legal rights on how Renesmee is raised?"

"No, because of your situation."

"Well what the hell can I do? Edward will never listen to me about that Jacob person. Carlisle you have to do something. I don't want that boy taking care of my child."

"I'm sorry Bella, but I can't do anything, since I don't have legal custody of Renesmee. Jacob is a wonderful young man," Carlisle said to try to convince her.

"I don't care if he is Jesus himself," Bella interrupted. "I don't want him taking care of my child."

"Bella there is nothing I can do. Now, we must discuss you getting better."

Silently foaming, Bella agreed with the older man, but she vowed once she was declared healthy; she was going to murder Jacob.

A scowl crossed Edward's face as he and Oscar stepped out of his limo. There was nothing he hated more, but to attend some social gathering. This one in particular was a charity fundraiser for fighting childhood diabetes. But Edward knew no one cared about the disease, the reason everyone came was to mingle and to have affairs. "Must I attend this party," Edward groaned as he and Oscar walked into the elevator. "I despise these gatherings."

Oscar rolled his eyes. "I know you do, but this is part of your job, so suck it up. Besides there will be some lovely ladies there tonight."

Edward smirked. "I have no need for women at this time, besides you know that I am going out with someone."

"I know about Jacob, but for public relations it would be good if you didn't pursue a relationship with him and met some nice young women. You and I both know that identifying as gay right now could derail your career."

"I would have a pretty good gay following."

"That's true, but we need to appeal to everyone. When you become a washed up singer and actor, then you can come out as gay. Or if you are successful all your life and then die, then it can come out that you liked men. But for right now hook up with women."

"I rather not, besides I told Jacob that I will make it my utmost priority to keep our relationship secret from the press."

"Bullshit, you and I both know that can never happen."

"Spare me your doubts. I love him."

"Bullshit! The two are you are still young. I'm surprised you even jumped into a relationship with him. I thought you would have taken a break after Bella."

"Please don't bring her up; I got a call from Carlisle scolding me about not telling Bella about Jacob and how she was upset. I could care less about the bitch."

"Do you ever wonder why you always make her into some sort of demon? It's reasonable that she would be upset about your decision to let Jacob take care of your daughter. Hell for all we know he could be a pedophile.

"Jacob is not a pedophile and if you ever say that again I will cut your fucking throat."

"Okay Edward, I'm sorry," he said. "But what do you really know about Jacob?"

"Enough for you not to worry."

"I doubt your judgment and I doubt that you won't cheat on him."

"I won't."

"How many times have you said that you wouldn't cheat on Bella? Every time we were on tour, you would have a mistress on the side. You're not capable of being with just one person. I know tonight that you're going to end up fucking someone," Oscar said as they got out of the elevator.

Edward just shrugged and stepped into a room where tons of other celebrities walked around and drank alcohol. He snagged himself a martini and stood off by himself. Anyone that was sane enough knew not to get to close to him. Heading toward the bar, he sat down and order drink after drink, until some of his brain cells died and the feeling of drunkenness washed over him

Taking a quick shot, he suddenly noticed a tall and voluptuous woman sitting next to him. What particularly caught his eye was the way she seductively ate cherries and licked the red juice off of her luscious lips. She caught his eye and moved closer to him. "Hello," she said. "My name is Tanya; I'm a big fan of yours."

"Thanks," he replied blushing for no reason.

"I wasn't aware that you were even going to be here, I heard from plenty of people that you hate these events."

A smirk crossed his face. "With a passion, but I was forced to come. Who did you come with?"

"My sister Kate is a model and got invited, so I was dragged along."

"Kate what?"

"Kate Denali."

It took a minute before he could remember that name. "I've met her before at a fashion show with my sister Rosalie, so are you a model as well?"

"No, I'm actually obtaining a masters degree in biochemistry. Kate tried many times to get me into modeling, but I don't want my career to have a short shelf life do to growing older. Aren't you on tour?"

"Yes, shows almost every night. It's getting a little tiring. I miss being at home."

"Oh I heard you had a little girl."

"Yes Renesmee."

"If you don't mind me asking, who came up with that name?"

"That name came from my ex-wife. She went into labor while I was performing somewhere and she named the baby without even letting me give out a suggestion."

"That was a bitchy move," Tanya said taking a cherry and eating it.

"I know."

"It's getting a little noisy in here, do you want to go outside and talk?" she asked not even giving Edward a chance to reply. Slowly she got up and walked towards the door, slowly swishing her hips. Edward could feel his pants begin to tighten as he followed her, only a small part of his brain was thinking about Jacob.

Outside, he leaned against the wall and took in her scent. The smell of vanilla filled his nostrils and was strangely arousing. Tanya silently took in his scent as well, another smile crossed her lips. She wasn't a whore by any means, but she was pleased that she caught the attention of Edward. And if she had to do anything to keep him interested on her then she would.

"So what designer are you wearing?" he asked admiring the short black dress she was wearing. The part of his brain that was heterosexual was thinking about ripping the dress off of her.

"Dolce and Gabbana," she replied. "If my fashion sense is correct, you're wearing an Armani suit."

"Correct my dear." Edward's hand slipped into his pants pocket and pulled out a cigarette. Lightening it he took a drag and handed it over to her.

Not surprisingly she took a drag and handed it back. "I read somewhere you didn't smoke."

"I can be a bit of a hypocrite sometimes. Smoking during the tour helps with the stress, once the tour is over with I'll quit. Besides I find it always great to interact with a woman with a cigarette."

"You're a smooth talker aren't you?"

"Baby, you don't know the half of it."

"Don't you have a wife?"

"Ex wife, she went a little crazy. Besides, one night between two friends is nothing in my book."

"Well it is in mine. If you want to get into my expensive panties, then you have to treat me right. I don't sleep around like some common whore," Tanya said.

"Well what do I have to do?"

"Like I said treat me right, profess your love to me and such. I only sleep with people I love," she lied d turning to go back inside.

Edward grabbed her arm. "Wait, I'm sorry for saying that. Can we be friends?"

"Maybe. First you have to tell me about the rumors of you being gay are they true?" she asked.

He shook his head quickly. "No, people just assume since I have a male nanny, it means that I'm sleeping with him. I'm perfectly straight," he lied not even bothering to think about Jake. "Besides if you're famous some people automatically think that you're gay. "I'm straight as a board."

"Good, I don't do fags."

"Good to know, so madam may I have your number for future reference?"

"Of course," she replied telling it to him. In return she was able to get his number as well. "Maybe someday I'll text you a sexy picture of me."

"I would like that," he said licking his lips. "I gave you my number, so did I get something?"

"Like what?"

He approached her and pushed her against the wall; he put his arms around her waist trapping her. "Maybe a kiss?" Smiling she pushed her lips to his and the two started to make out passionately. Not having any self control, Edward started to pull the straps of her dress down and attacked her neck, licking until she started to moan his name.

It only took his cell phone going off, to make him stop. He wasn't going to answer it, but the ringtone was Jacob's. "Excuse me," he said pulling off her and walking away. Taking the phone out, he didn't want to answer, but did anyway. "Hello."

"Hi Daddy," said Nessie from the other side. "What are you doing?" She was happily sitting in her pajamas watching a movie.

"I'm at a party right now and I can't talk," he replied, irritated that it was his daughter.

"But Daddy, we haven't talked since yesterday."

"I know, but I've been busy and you know that I can't talk to you all of the time. Now be a good girl and hang up the phone."

"But I want to talk to you about school and that Mommy called."

"I don't care if your mother called. I have to go now."

"But Daddy," she whined.

"Look Nessie, I'm busy."

"I just want to talk to you. Please, Mommy…"

"Get this through your thick skull; I don't care about your mother. I'm busy, now hang up the phone," he almost yelled.

"I hate you," Nessie screamed at him throwing the phone on the ground. All she wanted to do was just talk to her father, but he was acting like he didn't love her.

Jacob from the other room heard her screaming and got the phone. "What in the hell did you say to her?" he demanded.

"Nothing," Edward said. "I just told her I couldn't talk right now." A sudden wave of guilt washed through his body as he talked to his lover. "Look I'll make it up to her."

"Okay, I'll go talk to her. Talk you later," Jake said hanging up.

Tanya seeing that Edward was done wrapped her arms around his waist and proceeded to kiss his neck. "Anything wrong?" she asked.

"My daughter wanted to talk, but she fails to understand that I can't talk with her all the time," he replied.

"Well it's good that she loves her daddy so much. Maybe if anything comes out of us, I'll get the chance to meet her."

"Maybe," he said very doubtful that the meeting would ever happen. He pushed her hands away. "Since this little situation came up, I can't have the pleasure in messing with you tonight."

"I'm leaving for Alaska tomorrow."

"Alaska?"

"To visit family. We don't know when we'll see each other again, besides I've heard that you're good in bed."

Edward's brain debated if he should just go ahead and sleep with Tanya. One side told him that he would break his promise to Jacob about being celibate on the tour, but the other side that was thinking with his penis and the alcohol in his system was telling him that beautiful women like Tanya didn't come around all the time.

"Edward," Tanya said.

Finally making a decision, Edward pushed his hand under her dress. "One night between friends wouldn't hurt anyone."

She smirked, "of course it wouldn't." Her well manicured hand touched his erection. "You're already hot."

"Only for you," he purred, he brushed his fingers against her crotch. "No panties, very scandalous."

"Let's just say I predicted that I would get you tonight and I didn't want anything to block our progress," she purred.

Taking her hand, Edward led them to his limo and back to his hotel room.

The next morning, Edward sat up and happily thought about Tanya, who was lying next to him under the covers. Not having a care in the world, he wrapped his arms around her and took in her after sex scent. It felt good to have sex, after a hiatus because of Jacob. Thinking about it, he decided it would be a good idea to have Tanya on the side just for sex and keep his relationship with Jacob. It was just sex and if Jacob never found it then it was perfectly okay.

Feeling her stir against him, he reached out and stroked her hair. "Hey," he said.

Smiling she opened her eyes. "Morning."

"Morning. How did you sleep?"

"Good thanks to you," she said sitting up. "So you haven't left yet."

"What do you mean?"

"Well I've heard of your reputation to just leave after you sleep with someone."

"You're an exception." He kissed her.

"Good to hear that, so order some breakfast and we can talk about our arrangement."

"Oh the fact that we're friends with benefits?"

She climbed out of bed. "Yes and maybe more." She smiled and walked towards the bathroom, knowing that Edward's gaze was on her body.

A/N- Edward is a hypocrite and a jerkass and it will come back to bite him in the ass in future chapters. Bella and Tanya will be big problems in the future.

Next chapter coming soon, and if anyone wants to see something specific in the story let me know.