I am so sorry for not updating! My story had such a . . . a. . . nice ending, I honestly didn't know what to do with it! What is one to do? Well, I know what I want to happen now. Lol.

APOV

Two months ago, Bella and I ran away to New York. I love it, Bella loves it, and Edward is nowhere in sight.

I have a job as a fashion magazine editor, and I can always count on Bella to have a very good article written in plenty of time before we publish. Everybody that I work with is amazing, and they are very kind and social, even though it's their nature to shy away.

Saturday. What a wonderful day. No work, no stress, and Bella and I are left alone. I sighed, completely contented.

We have an apartment- well, penthouse- and it's always in style. All of our clothes are designer, and Bella actually likes make overs. Could life get any better?

Yes, yes it could.

We were sitting on the couch, Bella drinking her daily coffee, and reading the news. I smiled. She sighed. I pursed my lips, and decided enough was enough. I flitted to her side, took her coffee from her hand, and laid the newspaper on the table in a matter of seconds. I made myself comfy on her lap.

She said she was fine, but her eyes told me otherwise. I held her head in my hands, forcing her to look at me.

"I'm fine, Alice, really," she muttered.

I narrowed my eyes. "Tell the truth." I then remembered that my eyes could dazzle her, so I let them loose, full force.

"I want a baby."

I blinked. What? I shook my head.

"Please, Alice. Please," her voice was begging, and I knew that she had won. I looked back up and smiled.

"I would love that, Bella." With that, I kissed her fiercely.

Four hours later, we fell into the chairs in our living rooms. We had to look for a sperm donor . . . ugh. They're all stupid or ugly. I want my baby to be cute and loved, not ugly and unpopular!

I pinched the bridge of my nose. This was frustrating. Bella kissed my nose. I looked up, and she had her eyebrows knitted together thoughtfully, and she smiled reassuringly. Her eyes said it all- 'It will be okay; I love you and nothing will ever change that.' I smiled back. She raised her eyebrows to challenge me, to see if I would doubt her. I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively at my love. She smirked seductively. I attacked her. Well, not in a bad way!

Two weeks later . . .

"I found him!" Bella announce, stabbing her finger at the magazine page. The magazine was called Who's Your Daddy?, and we found that it was actually one of the best ones out there. We decided to use it.

"Who?" I said, looking over her shoulder. Her index finger pointed to a very handsome man, the description said he graduated from Harvard, he was six-two, blue eyes, blonde hair . . . like . . . I shook my head. I hadn't though of him for almost six years. Now is not the same. "No," I said firmly. She looked at me like I was crazy.

"Why not? He's everything we're looking for!" she exclaimed. I sighed.

"Think about it, babe." She stared at the picture.

"Oh," was all she could say. She quickly turned the page, to reveal a major hottie.

"William Whitlock. Omigod. What the hell?" Today was just not my day.

"Babe," Bella said sweetly, "Maybe, just maybe you should forget. I personally forgave him a long time ago. I honestly don't care. Besides, if you just let him go, life would be that much easier. . ."

She was right, of course. I really needed to let my ex husband go.

But, I miss the way he kissed me, the way he tastes, the way he always knew what to do, the way he would always be there if I ever had a fight with Bella . . . What was happening to me? This has to stop. I tried to focus on Bella; her curves, her soft warm kisses, the way she could always make me melt with one look.

"Yes, I know, Bella. It's just sometimes I wonder . . ."

"If you did the right thing," Bella finished for me. I smiled half heartedly.

"Yeah."

"You know, they say if you have a lover's relationship with someone that you are also friends with, the relationship lasts longer, and it's stronger?" I began to rub Bella's shoulders.

"Then this thing is going to be very good," I stated. She nodded. She was flipping through the rest of the magazine. She stopped. "What is it?" I asked. She pointed to a very familiar face.

I stiffened.

Bella turned to me with wide brown eyes. I could smell her fear.

"Why?" she whispered.