Yadda, yadda, yadda, you knows what comes after this.

"Do you swear to tell us the truth, only the truth, and nothing else but the truth?"

"Yes, I swear"

"Do you own Twilight?"

"You'll never know it, I'll never say a word."

And before the judge gets now the answer you'll know the truth.

Yes, I know. Sometimes I get carried away with my little rants. My mom thinks

I just hit my head pretty badly when I was a toddler. I'll leave it up to you.

Chapter 4:

I knew something was wrong the second I opened the door and there were police there. But I swear, my heart went all the way down to my toes when I heard who they were looking for.

"Who? Are you sure you have the right name?" I was positive that they had the wrong name. It couldn't have been him. I was silently begging God that it wasn't. I had almost convinced myself that it wasn't him when the officer made his move.

The police officer nodded, looking even more nervous than before. "Yes, ma'am. Edward Masen." Hearing it a second time was a slightly less as big a shock than the first time.

"W-w-w- why would you want him?" I was usually good at hiding my surprise, but this was not what I was expecting. Completely off.

"We have a warrant for his arrest ma'am. He's suspected for quite a few murders down at the west coast." One of the police men that were standing at my door looked utterly annoyed, and very bored. The one that was talking wasn't looking at me, but down, seeming very nervous. The last one was looking at me like I was a meal. It was very disturbing, and I knew of one person that would be very—er---put out, if he saw this man staring at me like this. In fact, that man would be long since dead.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but he left here a few days ago. Are you sure he's a murderer? I mean, it so hard to think that he is. He was so nice…" It was the only cover I could come up with. I wouldn't let them get him. Mafia or not, they weren't getting my true love. Even if nobody knew it. Only me and him. And that's how it was supposed to stay. We were both very scared of what would happen if anybody found out.

"Do you know where he went, ma'am?" It was a good thing I was an excellent liar, otherwise, he'd be dead.

"I think he said something about heading west. He never really did say a lot. Just headed off. No words, just a nod of his hat, and he disappeared." Wow, that lie even convinced me.

"Thank you for cooperating. If we hear anything, or need more information, we'll be back," he said. It wasn't a threat, more like a plea.

I just nodded, and when I was sure they were gone, closed the door, and ran. I ran up two flights of stairs out of the five from our huge mansion. I quickly reached his room, and banged on it furiously. I was suddenly glad that he had the whole floor to himself besides my library.

Opening the door, there stood my own personal Adonis. He smiled the second he saw it was me, and gave sly glances to his left and right. That was before he noticed no one was there and tugged me into his room. I was suddenly attacked by hard and passionate kisses, being sent down my neck. For a split second I lost what I was supposed to say, and just moaned, like I always did when he put the full force of his kisses on me.

"Mmmmmm, Bella." He was really going to lose me if he moaned my name like that. "Do you know how long it's been since I've had my lips on you? Your skin under mine? And you moan like that? God, it's practically killing me right now. I need you, my Bella. And how's my baby? Is mommy being careful enough to fall nearly as much now that she knows that our little gift is coming?"

He placed his hand on my stomach. I really was glad that he wanted our baby. Telling him that I was pregnant last month actually turned out as a positive thing. He became slightly hornier. He knew that since he was sneaking me out of the country a few days before the wedding, he had become more…loose about it. When we were around Jacob, he would have his arm around me; place a kiss on my temple when he left. Something along those lines. And every time, it looked like Jacob would explode. It would have been comical, if I hadn't thought that he might release that anger upon me, and—unknowingly—my baby.

I moaned at his words, but I had to shake my head to get his attention, and to clear my head of all the things we could be doing instead of me talking. "Edward, oh Edward! Please…" I almost lost it again, but with some amazing amount of self-control I didn't know I had, I was able to push his chest away from mine, very disappointed once the contact was lost.

"Bella?" The second I looked at his face, I felt guilty. It looked so sad, and hurt. "What, love? What's wrong? Are you okay? Is the baby?" God damn it all, he still had that poor look! And he looked so concerned and frightened. For me and the baby, I guess.

"God, no! Edward, we're just fine. Everything is perfect about us." He had to understand. I couldn't put him in turmoil for very long. Or even for just a few seconds.

"Then we have more of a reason to celebrate. Right now, all I want to do is make love to my pregnant love. Our last time was just a quickly last week." How could I deny that begging, and that face? Next thing I know his lips are attached to my neck, and moving south dangerously fast. What were we talking about? Oh—right!
"Edward, the police are after you!" That got him to freeze, and I immediately regretted it.

He drew back slowly. Then he was bringing out a bag and throwing his clothes, CDs, and other trinkets. "What are you doing? Edward!" He was starting to scare me. What is he doing?

He stopped suddenly. He walked slowly towards me, then he took my hands and out a kiss on each of their backs. "It's time, my sweet Bella. It's time that we left. You're going to start showing in a few weeks, and the police will most certainly find out that I'm here. We have to leave. Now." What was he saying? Run away? Right now? I thought that I might've had more time to not only pack, but say my good-byes.

Before thinking properly, I quickly said, "Yes!" I ran out of his room, and started packing. Throwing clothes books, and any other things I could get my hands on in my duffel. By the time I had gotten ¾ of my closet, and over half of my library stashed, I was in Edward's room, waiting for him to finish. Taking my hand, he ran. We ran down the stairs, and as an after thought, I wrote the Mafia a note.

Everybody,

I'm so sorry that you have to find out this way—especially you daddy—but Edward and I are in love, and the police have gotten on his trail. I know I said I would never leave you, but I can't let Edward go to jail, and I won't leave him. We are in love, and we won't be seeing you, for who knows how long. We are so sorry, please don't follow us, we'll be fine. We're planning on going to America, but that's all I can leave you with. Once we are safe again we will try to contact you. And Daddy? If this goes on until your death, I'm sorry to tell you that you might not get a chance to see your first grandchild. I'm sorry you all had to find out this way. But know that we do love you all, and this would have happened even if the cops hadn't caught wind of Edward, and we didn't know that I was carrying his child.

-Love, Bella, and Edward

"That's all we can leave them with for now, Bella. We have to leave now; otherwise, we might not make it out." I nodded, hoping that they could forgive us in some way.

Edward took my hand, and we ran out to his Volvo. He took my bags, and place them along with his, in the back seat. He then helped me into the front seat, making sure that my seatbelt was properly fastened before closing my door, then running around the car to get in on his side.

As we pulled away from our mansion, I quietly said good-bye to my childhood home. It was where I had grown up. Where I had done all of my firsts. First word, first step, first bike ride, first kiss. First everything. I turned my head, remembering all those firsts, and how in almost every memory, Edward had been in almost all of them. He was there with me through everything.

I felt a tear slip down my cheek. I sighed, trying to discreetly wipe it away. I seemed to be crying a lot lately. And it seemed to always happen around Edward. I didn't want him to think that I was rethinking my decisions of being with him for forever.

Almost as if he could read my mind, Edward asked, "Bella? Do you not want this? Are you sure that you are willing to give up everything for just me?"

I didn't want to answer him right away, and make him think that I was trying to convince myself that I wanted it. I knew I did. But I also didn't want to hesitate too long and make him think that I wasn't sure about our relationship anymore.

Slowly, I started nodding. "Edward, I have never been so sure in my life. Well, almost never so sure."

"Almost?" This seemed to frighten him for a split second.

"I've never been surer of the fact that I love you than anything else." I cracked a small smile for him, hoping to reflect it on his face.

It worked, and he smiled my favorite crooked-smile right at me. He took his hand off the wheel, and took mine instead.

Still smiling, I turned my head again, and watched the flashing scenery passing by.

Then it hit me. I had no idea where we were going. I had told our families that we were most likely leaving Italy and heading towards America, but I wasn't sure that that was where we were really going.

"Edward? Where are we going? We can't go anywhere that my father would know of. We'll be caught."

"Don't worry, love. I know exactly what I'm doing. Just relax, and I'll take care of everything for you."

I gave him one more smile, before doing exactly what he said. He curled into the seat, and relaxed. Within minutes, I was asleep.

"Bella. Bella. Come on, Bella. You have to wake up now."

Groggily, I peeped my right eye open. Above me was Edward. He had his hand on my arm, and behind him everything was pitch black. It must have been very late out. I could see his eyes had small purple circles under them.

What was going on? Where were we? Then I remembered. The baby, the cops, our get away. I thought about the letter we had left our family and friends. Surely they had found the note by now? What would they think? Would they do what we said and not follow us? Would they search the country? Would they follow us to America?

Neither one of us knew the answers to these questions. We could only hope that:

Yes, they had found the note

They wouldn't be too hard on us if we were to ever come back. And that they wouldn't be thinking too badly of thoughts. Or that we were naive kids that didn't know what we were doing, because we loved each other and our baby. And there was no going back for us. This baby was coming and it would be loved.

Yes, they would follow our directions and stay as far away as possible, and

No, they wouldn't follow us to America. It wouldn't be safe for us, or them.

The only thing we could do was hope for the best, and hope that they loved us enough to pay attention to our note.

"Come on. We're here." Edward reached across me, and unbuckled my seatbelt. He gently helped me out of he car, and half carried me to where ever we were going.

"Here?" My voice was hoarse with disuse.

He nodded. "My family has a place up here that they haven't visited since I was a boy. It's a good place for us to stay until tomorrow." He suddenly picked me up, and held me against his chest bridal style. "Why don't you go back to sleep? I'll bring you in, and I'll wake you up when it's time for us to leave."

I nodded, tucking my head into his chest before dozing off once more.

The next time I woke up, there was a huge king-sized bed underneath me, and an adorable Edward next to me. His eyes were closed, and his mouth was slightly open. He looked peaceful, and I felt my heart melt just a little at the sheer wonderfulness of this man.

If Edward looked wonderful even in his sleep, when he's awake, I just smiled thinking about it.

One of Edward's hands was behind his head, like he had fallen asleep staring at me. And I wouldn't have been surprised if this were the case. Edward said that he had always enjoyed watching me sleep. Apparently, I talked in my sleep. And I said some really interesting things. While I had been nervous about it before, I knew that now, I was definitely comfortable with it. I would say Edward's name in my sleep sometimes at random times. When Edward learned of this, he was really happy, and had tried to stay awake to watch me sleep many times. He also said that I was so cute when I was unconscious. When ever I was home alone with Edward these past few months, I had woken up many times to a horny Edward waiting for me to wake up. I had been moaning his name more than usual lately because I hade finally gotten Edward and admitted that I was in love with him.

His hair was falling in to the front of his face. I gently moved off to the side, and then started to caress his face. He was so beautiful, so careless, so selfless, and so mine. Nothing could spoil this moment with him.

I glanced down at his body and saw that he had changed. He was just wearing some pajama pants, and his toned abs were showing through the thin sheet. Edward's chest was just as perfect as he was. His abs showed how strong and healthy he was. He was clear of any chest hair, which was much preferred over a monkey man chest. I couldn't help but kiss down his chest. I paused on his nipples, making sure the give them little pokes with my tongue and nibbles with my teeth before heading downwards. His muscles clenched with every kiss, and when I got to his belly button, he was so tensed that I knew there was no way he was still asleep. I giggled, and dipped my tongue into his belly button. He moaned, and his hips bucked.

"If only I could wake up like this every morning," he said, while opening his eyes to look down at me.

I think that I could make that possible. After all, now that we're on the run and don't have to hide ourselves, we could wake up with each other every morning. And I'm pretty sure that I could get used to something like that." I bit my lip and smiled u p at him.

"Oh? Because that's how I plan to wake up every morning. With you by my side, and always with me. For the rest of our lives."

How could anybody possible resist someone so…indescribable? I loved it when he got all sweet and sentimental like this. I loved seeing his romantic side, which rarely ever came out due to the fact that we used to be watched like a hawk. "Just so you know, that sounds utterly…perfect." I sighed and wrapped my arms around his chest, struggling to get closer to him. He, in turn, wrapped his arms around me, tucking my head under his chin, and sighing in content.

"Edward?"

"Yes, love?"

"I want you to know that I love you. No matter what."

He squeezed me tighter. "I feel the same for you, my beautiful Bella."

I gave him another smile. Together we watched the sun rise, as we thought about what our future would hold, and how we would spend it…together.

=) What else can I say, this is just perfect