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Eyes Like Yours

Chapter Twelve - Jean, Sammy and Face Planting

BPOV

Thankfully the rest of the wedding went off without a hitch. Rosalie had kept her mouth shut, and hadn't told Alice about me 'perving' on Edward. I'd decided to steer well clear of Edward for the rest of the night, especially after finding Rosalie and Emmett eyeing us strangely. I really didn't need them asking questions about why me and Edward already seemed to be pretty chummy.

I left soon after Alice and Jasper left for the airport. I didn't have to worry about picking Sammy up; Sue had left a message on my phone telling me that Sammy was fast asleep and that it would be better if I left him there for the night so that we wouldn't have to wake him. So instead, mum and I went home and shared a bottle of wine.

Renee left early the next morning. She wanted to be back in Seattle before lunch. And I had to make a trip to the deli/bakery to check out what business we had for the week. A few of the people that worked for Cullen's catering ran a bakery out the front of the building during the day, and the large kitchen area in the back was were we prepared all the food for Esme's catering service.

"Isabella darling," Jean crooned when I entered the kitchen area.

Jean was my favourite out of all the staff. He was a balding man with a bit of a grey beard and a pot belly in his early fifties. Did I mention he was gay. I wouldn't want him any other way. He was one of the kindest men I had ever met.

He was an amazing chef, and done wonderful things for Cullen's catering. He was from France, and knew how to make all this amazing French Cuisine. I still don't understand why he settled down in this small town, especially when he could have become something truly amazing out in the bigger world. But he and his partner loved the peace and quiet that Forks gave them.

"Hey Jean," I leant up and kissed each of his cheeks. "Good morning guys," I called out to Lisa, Charlotte and Georgia; a few of the other staff that were busy in the kitchen.

They gave warm smiles and waves in return.

"So what brings you here on this cold Sunday morning?" Jean asked me. "I thought you would have still been drunk after yesterdays celebrations," he chuckled.

I giggled and poked out my tongue. "I just came in to get the books and check what functions we have this week," I told him.

"Well, its going to be an easy week. We've only got three," he told me.

I sighed happily. This pleased me greatly. It gave me plenty of time to sort all this Edward and Sammy stuff out. "That's good".

"Yes, it is," Jean nodded. Then his voice got a little softer and he started whispering. "And I've already started putting together some idea's for Esme and Hot-dads wedding anniversary next week," he hushed.

"Why are you whispering?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

Jean grinned. "Esme's in the office with her sexy spawn. Mary Alice would kill me if I spilt the secret about the surprise party," he explained.

I nodded in understanding. Alice was pretty ruthless when it came to surprise parties. She hated it when people let things slip.

"Wait, sexy spawn? Who's here with Esme?" I was curious now. But I kind of had an idea.

"I'm talking about that nice bit of crumpet," he jerked his head towards the office.

I turned around and found Esme and that nice bit of crumpet, exiting the office and walking towards us. And now Jean had me thinking about Edward like he was a delicious crumpet. I was going to have to tell Jean to refrain from calling or referring to Edward as a crumpet. Or any other pastry for that matter. And pronto.

"That boy is going to make some good looking kids," Jean murmured to me under his breath. I covered my mouth with my palm, stifling my laugh. I gave him a good whack, trying to shush him.

"Are you abusing the staff again Bella?" Esme laughed as she leant forward and gave me a warm hug.

"Just reminding them who's boss," I winked at her.

"Of course. I understand," Esme laughed at me. "So, what are you doing here today? We don't have any functions or anything".

"Oh, I just came to grab the book. I was going to do the bookwork and figures this afternoon," I told her.

"Oh, I was going to drop it off at your place on my way home," Esme started as she held the book out and handed it to me. "No need now," she smiled.

It was then that I realised that I had completely ignored Edward. I hadn't even bothered to say hi to him yet. We can now add rude to the list that consists of weirdo and nutcase.

"Hey," I greeted; finally looking at him.

'Hi Bella," he smiled at me. "How are you?"

"I'm good," I returned his smile. "How are you and Emmett faring after last night?" I laughed.

I don't know how much alcohol they exactly guzzled at the wedding, but at one stage they were playing some sort of drinking game together, so I can only gather it was a lot.

"Well, I feel fine. I don't really do hangovers," Edward chuckled. "I cant speak for Emmett. Although, he did call me this morning and mentioned something about dying," he winced a little, but then just laughed.

I giggled. I knew that call. I'd received them from Emmett on many occasions.

"Sorry, to interrupt guys," Esme started. "But Edward, we've gotta go. You've got that meeting at the hospital and I promised Rose I'd go and help finish off the nursery," she finished.

I wanted to tell Esme to take a hike. I wanted to talk more with Edward. Well, I wanted to just look at him. Words weren't needed. I'd gone without him for two years. I had a lot ogling to catch up on.

"Yeah, I've got to go aswell. I have some errands to run before heading home," I nodded. "I'll see you here on Tuesday?" I then asked Esme before heading out.

I needed to get of there quickly; before I started drooling all over myself.

"Definitely," Esme said giving me a wave.

I said a goodbye to Edward and Jean before making my way outside. I was about to jump in my car when I heard his velvety voice calling out behind me.

"What is it?" I looked around nervously. Now that we were alone I was feeling anxious and fidgety.

"Um, are you busy tomorrow?" he asked me.

"Why?" I hoped I didn't sound rude.

Edward cleared his throat. He sounded just as nervous as I felt. "Well, I was hoping we could grab a coffee or something. We need to talk about what happened, and what we plan on telling the others. They need to know that we've already met," he explained why.

He was right. We needed talk. Maybe it would help with the awkwardness. And it would be the perfect opportunity to tell him about Sammy. His son.

"Okay," I nodded. "You know that coffee shop just around the corner? How about we meet there at eleven in the morning," I suggested.

He grinned. Butterflies fluttered around in my belly. "Yeah, that sounds great. I'll see you then," he sounded a little excited.

I gave him another wave and quickly left. I didn't know whether to feel nervous or excited about our meeting. But I did know one thing; it was going to be the only thing I would think about for the next twenty four hours.

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The next morning I was running around like a chook with its head cut off. I was totally freaking out. I was supposed to be meeting Edward in an hour, and I hadn't even found anything to wear. I wanted to look nice, but I also didn't want him to think I was trying to hard.

I really don't know why I'm worrying too much. Its not like it's a date. Its just coffee. I should just wear track pants and be done with it. But no. For some insane reason I wanted to look nice for him.

Maybe I could wear a really revealing top. So that when I spill the news about our son, he wont get mad because he'll too busy ogling my goodies. No, I couldn't do that. Besides, it was too cold to be wearing skimpy clothes.

In the end I just went with a khaki coloured pair of corduroy pants and belted v-neck sweater. I added a pair of black ankle boots and I was all done.

I rushed into Sammy's room and packed a day bag with a change of clothes and some nappies. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a couple of his bottles and the yoghurt and sandwiches that Sammy would need for his lunch. I was dropping him off at Charlie's for a few hours, and I wasn't sure what food he had in his cupboard. I'd probably have to do a shop for him later. He hated doing groceries himself.

I pulled Sammy out of his playpen, and proceeded to put on his little sneakers and his winter coat.

"You want to go see grandpa?" I smiled at my angel.

"See poppy," he smiled at me with a toothy grin.

"That's right," I laughed as I jumped up and slung him on my hip. I grabbed his bag and my purse, and made my wait out to the garage.

"Ball? Ball?" he asked me.

"Yep, you can watch some baseball with grandpa," I cooed at him as I strapped him into his car seat.

Ball had been his first word ever. I blamed my father. He was drumming everything sport into his tiny brain. Whenever Charlie looked after Sammy, he'd sit down with him in front of the TV and watch ball games. I think he was a week old when he watched his very first game.

Emmett was just as bad. My feelings had been a little hurt when Sammy said Emmett's name before he even said 'mum'. Except it wasn't exactly 'Emmett' he said. It was bear. I suppose Sammy had gotten so used to me calling Emmett a big bear; he'd picked it up too.

But he said 'mum' now; along with many other jumbled words. So I shouldnt complain. He was perfect.

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When I arrived at the coffee shop, Edward was already there waiting for me. He was leaning up against a flashy silver Volvo. He must have gotten a car already. I pulled into an empty car spot across the road, and then slowly made my way across to him.

"Morning," he grinned at me. Swoon. That grin. I loved it.

"Morning," I returned. "I hope you haven't been waiting too long," I frowned.

"Nope, I only got here about a minute before you," he said.

"Okay. Um, you want to go inside?" I jerked my head towards the coffee shop.

"Yeah, lets go. I really need a caffeine fix," he said as he placed a hand on my back to lead me inside.

Because I was paying so much attention to his hand and the feel of it against my back, I didn't notice the curb. I tripped and went flying forward. Just as I was about to face plant into the cement, I felt hands grip around my waist and pull me back up to my feet.

"Holy shit," I placed my hand against my heart and tried to control my erratic breathing. While I was trying to calm myself down, Edward chuckled. How dare he.

"Are you trying to speed up your death date by slamming into the curb face forward?" he laughed.

"You know, It would be very easy for me to get back in my car and go home," I glared at him.

"I'm sorry," he tried to straighten his face and be serious, but I could still see a tiny smile trying sneak out at the corner of his lips. "Do you need for us to hold hands so that you can get inside safely?" now he was just being cheeky.

I whacked him on the chest before letting out a loud huff and stalking inside.

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We spent the first half hour or so just talking about normal stuff like Alice's wedding and other random things. I'd learnt that Edward already had his own place. He'd brought the house and had done a lot of renovations on it a few years ago and had been renting it out while he was away in New York, but when he'd decided to move back, he had asked the tenants to move out. He had all his furniture in storage and it had all been delivered yesterday afternoon.

I wasn't exactly sure where it was located, but he explained that it was well hidden away from prying eyes; deep in some trees and overlooking a small lake or something like that. It sounded nice and peaceful.

We were onto our second coffee when things started to get more serious. I knew I would be telling him about Sammy soon. But I was going to let him talk first.

"I thought about you a lot," Edward got straight to the point. "I felt things with you that night; things that I'd never bothered or wanted to feel before. I was never the kind of guy who was serious about relationships, and I never stuck with the same girl for long. But then you walked into the bar that night, and I felt something inside me change," he explained.

"Like what?" I questioned.

"I don't know. Its hard to explain," he shrugged. "I just saw you as the type of girl who I'd take home to meet my mother. Before you, id never thought that about anyone. Most women were only ever interested in my money. But you, you were different. I know we only spent a short time together, but honestly, a part of me fell in love with you that night," he finished as he ran a hand through his mussed hair.

I just stared at him. I didn't know what to say to that. A huge part of me was so thrilled to hear him say something like that. His deep green eyes pierced into me. He was waiting for me to say something back.

"I know what you mean," I sighed. "I felt something too. I hated myself for leaving without saying goodbye to you, and felt like such an idiot for feeling so strongly about you. I made myself think it wasn't possible to feel something that so soon after meeting you," I couldn't help but laugh at the situation.

He laughed with me. I was glad things weren't getting too awkward. It was great that we could talk about this like adults.

"You know, if you had of stayed, I probably would have found out that you were coming to Forks. I think things would have been different, and I think we would have had a chance," he told me what he was thinking.

"Maybe," I could only murmur. I wanted to tell him that I thought the same, but I just couldn't. I needed to put Sammy first. My feelings and what I wanted for myself would just have to wait until later. Much later.

Edward coughed and moved forward in his seat. His head moved closer towards me, and his voice lowered. "Look, I know things are different now. It's been two years, and two years is a long time. I know that. I just hope that we can still be friends," he attempted a smile.

"Me too," I agreed as I looked down. I wish I had it in me to tell him that I wanted more than just friendship. But now was not the time. There was more important things to discuss.

"There's something I need to tell you," I looked back up at him.

"This sounds serious," he looked at me. Worry was clearly etched on his face.

"It is," I confirmed.

"Tell me".

"There is no easy way to say this, so I'm just going to say," I spluttered. "That night, I fell…..," I was cut off by the shrill ring of my cell phone. "Shit," I said outloud. Maybe a bit too loud. People were now looking at me. "It's my dad, hold on," I looked apologetically at Edward.

I took the call and my father informed me that I needed to go and get Sammy straight away as he had been called into work for an emergency. And because he was police chief, he couldn't just say no. I promised him that I'd be there in ten minutes.

"I'm sorry, I have to go," I told Edward after I'd hung up.

"Wait, what did you want to tell me?" he seemed eager to hear my news. I felt guilty that I wouldn't be telling him today.

"It will have to wait. I'm sorry," I said again, as I stood from my chair. I reached out and gave his hand a quick pat. "I hope we can catch up again soon. Because what I have to tell you is really important".

Thankfully, he accepted that and let me go.

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EPOV

Something was definitely up with Bella. And it was all I could think about for next few hours. After Bella left me at the coffee shop, I went home and continued with the unpacking. I was glad to be in my own place. As much as I loved my family, I wouldn't have been able to stay with any of them for too long.

I felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders after my conversation with Bella. I was glad that I told her about what I had felt that night with her, and I was thrilled to learn that she had felt it all too. I was being honest when I told her that we may have been able to have a proper relationship if things had went a bit differently back then.

And I can tell you right now, I'd love it if we could pick straight back up again. If possible, I think the attraction to her is even stronger now. I wanted nothing more than to stumble back into bed with her. And I knew my family would approve of her. They all seemed to love her to death.

I missed her already. I wanted to go and see her. Maybe she could tell what was so important. I didn't know where she lived, but I knew how to find out. I drove over to my parents house and engaged in casual conversation with my mother. When she left the room, I snatched up her address book from next to the phone, and searched for Bella's name.

I wrote the address down quickly, and then made an excuse to leave. My mother pouted; upset that I was leaving so soon. But she could deal. Before driving to Bella's, I went back home again. There was something there that I would need. It gave me the best excuse to go and see her.

The look on her face when she found me standing on her doorstep was priceless. It was one of total shock. She even seemed to pale a little bit. She still looked beautiful though.

"Edward what are you doing here?" she said in a low voice as she looked behind her and back into the house. Did she have visitors? I wasn't sure, but I could hear the sounds of the TV playing. It sounded like some children's program.

"I wanted to give you this," I handed a red item to her.

Her cardigan. The one she had left in my hotel room that morning. I'd kept it. I'd always hoped that one day id be able to give it back to her.

"Oh my god," her eyes widened in surprise. "You kept it," a smile appeared on her face as she looked at me.

I was about to ask if I could go inside, but I stopped when I saw a small movement behind her. The next thing I know, there's this toddler wrapping itself around her leg. I wondered who's kid it was.

"Are you babysitting?" I asked her.

She shook her head; no. She had this panicked looked on her face now. Actually, it looked like she was about to burst into tears. She darted her eyes away from me as she leant down to pick up the small boy.

"So who is this then?" I smiled and nodded my head at the child.

She didn't answer me. She was acting way to strange for my liking. What the hell is wrong with her.

"Bella?"

She finally answered me this time. And its safe to say that it felt like I'd just been punched in the gut.

"He's my son. Our son".

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A/N: Dun dun dun. Another cliff hanger. I'm sorry. LOL.