EPOV

I was out of the building and fighting my way back to my car. After I had delivered my news to the press, they were left with more questions than answers. I wasn't really sure how this was going to play out, and what Bella had told me last night was circulating through my mind as I drove away.

I knew that I wasn't sorry for having made my announcement. It was right... I had done the right thing. I refused to sit by and let Jennifer give whatever scripted response that was set forth for her by my grandfather, because I knew that it would more than likely be something in regards to me being in love with Kate or some other equally off the wall answer. I was not going to live another moment without having Isabella and our child recognized as something I was proud of... I had gone long enough making her feel as if I were embarrassed of them, and I was done with that.

As I drove away, I dialed my father. As angry with him as I was about everything, I still felt bad that he was in the middle of this. He was literally between a rock and a hard place. I was his son, but grandpa was his Dad... that couldn't have been easy...

He picked up on the second ring and his voice was incredibly calm. I figured he didn't see the statement I had issued, but I knew that he would soon.

"Good morning, Edward."

"Dad... I uh... we need to talk."

He didn't hesitate to jump right in... That was the thing about my dad, he didn't bull shit.

"You mean talk about the conversation you just had with the press?"

He wasn't even being condescending... he was... calm? Unsurprised?

"Y-yes… did you see it?" I figured he would have been cursing like a sailor once he knew, and that... well that I could of handled... but this... this calm, understanding tone was not what I had expected.

"Of course I saw it, it was running on at least three major networks." still his tone was calm. It made me nervous.

"Well... are you angry? Upset?"

He laughed at that question and again I was left wondering what the hell was going on.

"I'm the one who tipped them off, son." Okay... now I was unsure of whether to be upset or grateful. I was quiet for a long pause and then I heard my father laughing. "What are you talking about, dad?"

His laughter died down and then he answered me. "This was something that needed to happen, son. Your grandfather will be forced to see this as something that is happening... not as something that can be undone."

I was still speechless but that didn't stop my father from continuing. "Now... I know you're probably ready to shoot me, but please understand that I really am thinking of you, Isabella and the baby... now that this is public, your grandfathers grand schemes will be forced into a corner... who knows what he would have pulled if we'd waited even another half hour..."

When he put it that way, I was pretty damn grateful. It all made sense now... my family, Isabella and our baby were officially a part of my future... there would be no turning back or undoing things... and even though we were going to have a hell of a time explaining things to the press, this was for the better.

"Thank you dad...for everything." The words didn't hold enough strength for the gratitude I felt for him right now, but they were the only words I had.

"I know this must be hard for you... and unfortunately I wont truly know the feelings involved for you until the baby is born and owning me and all my love... I can't even imagine what it must feel like for you to be in the middle of this."

"Son... when the baby is born you'll know that there is no competition... no comparison. I love my father, yes. But you are my son... you are a part of me... and a part of your mother... the only other thing I love in this world as much as you..." he sighed as if so tired and finished with, "This baby is a Cullen... and no matter what the issues your grandfather has are... this child is a blessing, a blessing that you and Isabella created from love, I can see that and I will not stand by and let anyone sully that."

BPOV

When I entered Darren's office, I was prepared to face the fallout. I had a pretty good idea that I wasn't going to be receiving any congratulations from him, so I composed myself for the worst and hoped quietly for the best.

He motioned for me to take a seat, and I complied.

"So." he began. He took a seat directly opposite me and continued. "Exciting morning for you huh?"

What the hell was I supposed to say to that? Obviously that was an understatement... but on the same note, I didn't want to come off as a smart ass. So I just nodded my head.

"Isabella... I don't really know where to begin here... this is one fucked up situation. You're pregnant... we go months with no word on who the father is, and then I come to work this morning and am greeted by reporters asking me to confirm if Edward Culllen is the father of your child. Now... I have to tell you, Isabella... I'm kind of in a pickle here... you know that employees aren't allowed to have relationships with clients."

All I could do was nod my head like a child being admonished... this was pretty much humiliating. Darren just kept on going though.

"I can't act as if this hasn't happened Bella... obviously everyone knows now... I've had to fire people before for this and if I didn't treat you as everyone else... well..."

I knew where this was going; I just wished I would have had time to prepare for it. However, I was no dumb lamb being fed to the lions... I was always ready with a backup plan... I just didn't foresee this being the reason I would have to use the card I was about to use.

All the same though, I sat up, squared my shoulders and delivered the punch with the most force I could get out.

"So you have to let me go then?" I asked in a calm tone. Darren nodded his head in acknowledgment that I was right, and I could see that it was not what he wanted to do. I understood that, but I wasn't willing to walk away from this without having something to care for my child with.

"Then I suppose it's only fair to inform you that I will be suing Spitting Image on the grounds of sexual harassment."

Darren was speechless as he watched me with confused eyes. I didn't let that keep me from going after what was rightfully mine. I had put up with a lot, more than most would find reasonable... but I endured it so that when this moment arrived, I would be able to do this.

"I have been harassed by virtually every employee in this office since the moment they found out I was pregnant. I've been called Mary, I have been called a whore, and on top of that, I have been talked about and picked on by the art department." He was about to come at me with some weak point but he had no validity, he knew it and I knew it, now I just had to drive it home.

"You knew this was happening, Darren." his eyes went wide and I could see him struggling to deny that, but I wouldn't let him. I had way too much on him.

"I sent you emails... I wrote out formal complaints at H.R... nothing was ever done." Darren was looking a little sick right now, but I wasn't going to give in. I had too much riding on this … too much depending on whether or not I would be able to support myself without Edwards help.

"Now, I'll go quietly... I wont drag anyone down with me... I'll be happy to tell the press that I'm focusing on being pregnant... they'll buy that. But if you think I'm walking out of here with any less than what I deserve for all that I have put up with, then you have another thing coming."

I stood and made my way to the door before turning around and finishing with, "My lawyer will be in contact with you... I'll leave now. Please do not pack my things. I would like to do that myself."

I turned and walked out of his office and grabbed my bag. I contemplated walking out the front door but thought twice about it before making my way out of the back exit. I decided to take a cab home... I didn't want to make Edward come all the way back on my account... he had more important things to deal with.

When I was safely on the road and in a cab, I called him up to tell him the news. He didn't answer though; instead it went to voice mail, so I left him a cryptic message saying that I would be home for the rest of the day.

I let myself think for the rest of the drive. I absorbed what all the facts were first. On the one hand, I was pregnant with a rich man's child. However, the dynamics of that changed when said rich man's family was sure I was only with him because I was a gold digger. That limited what I would and could not ask of him in the way of help. Another thing was that I was smart. I held a degree from a great University and had about four years of good working experience in my field. I could make this work... I just needed to figure out how. I was still thinking about that when my phone rang. I expected it to be Edward, but it wasn't, it was Rose.

"Hey Rose..." that was all I got out of my mouth before she was yelling into the reciever.

"Isabella Marie Swan! What the hell is going on with you? How could you fail to inform me that the baby you're carrying is a Cullen? Don't you think that that particular piece of information was important when you were going on about how you were going to do this?"

Ah hell... I didn't factor in that Edwards little impromptu announcement would be carried by not just local news, but National. It's not like people didn't know who the Cullens were.

"Rosalie... I need to call you back... I can't talk about this right now."

"The hell you will! I turn on the news this morning and who do I see on the fucking screen! YOU!"

This was a conversation I would need to have in private... currently Rosalie was yelling so loud that the driver was glancing over his shoulder.

"Rose, I'll call you in ten minutes... please... just... calm down." All I got in way of acknowledgment was, "You'd better call me in ten minutes, Swan... I'm counting."

When the line went dead I huffed out a frustrated breath and rested my head along the pad behind me. This was getting more and more complicated, and unfortunately... I wasn't able to curl up with a hot cup of coffee. When I realized that, my life felt a lot more complicated.

I let my eyes focus on the passing scenery as we approached my neighborhood, but the silence was killed by the shrill ring of my phone once more. I didn't bother looking at the I.D, I figured it was Rosalie again... she never was one for patience.

"Rose, I'm not home yet..." guess what... it wasn't Rosalie.

"Isabella, what the hell is going on! You're pregnant?" Super, that was my father.

As if my day couldn't get any worse, when I pulled up to my parents drive, I was greeted with the sight of the Bentley that housed my grandfather when he was too lazy to drive himself. I really didn't want to deal with this, but unfortunately, I didn't have a choice. As soon as I was out of my car, so was he.

"Get your ass in the house right now, Edward!" The man was red... literally. He looked like a tomato.

"Start over" I told him in a deathly calm voice. I even intimidated myself.

That seemed to wake him up to the fact that his "power" over me was no longer existent.

"Edward, I'm not playing games with you." Well at least his tone was calmer, but that didn't make me any more receptive to him than I had been when I arrived. I was just about to say those very words aloud, but instead I was cut off by my father.

"Son... please come inside. We all have a lot to talk about." As much as the thought of having to sit in a room with Charles was turning my stomach, I knew that I owed my father. I relented and went inside against my better judgment.

When we were seated inside, I looked at the papers laying across my father's desk... they were the exact image of the ones I had read over last night with Isabella... my trust fund from Grandma Masen. My eyes popped up just in time to see my father's grin and in that moment, I knew he truly was on my side... on our side, Isabella's and mine.