~*~*~ Playing Mommy~*~*~

Isabella Swan

After I carefully tucked Renesmee in bed, I went outside to be alone. I sat on the porch step and propped my chin on my hands, my elbows on my knees. The moon shined over the sky and a smile crept onto my face.

I jumped when I heard the door open and slam shut. Someone sat down beside me. I glanced at my side and realized it was Edward. He was looking at the beautiful moon as well.

"Still not sleepy?" I asked as I looked away. The kiss was still raw in my mind, and I was scared that he was here to question me about it. Why did I even do that? It was supposed to be just a peck on the lips, after all.

"I can ask the same to you," he stated. I pursed my lips when he accidentally hit my knee with his. It was impossible that he did it on purpose.

I cleared my throat. "After this, I'm guessing you're going to drown yourself with work," I said, making conversation.

"That's the plan," he said matter-of-factly. Then he quickly changed the subject. "Anyway, do you have an apt explanation on why you just kissed me like that?"

I blushed. "I-I was just getting into the part," I lied. "Don't think anything of it."

"Wasn't gonna," he said then continued looking at the night sky.

I sighed. Of course he wouldn't, I mentally blabbered.

Suddenly, he put his hand on my cheek and urged me to turn to him. His green eyes, looking dark in the night, became bigger as he leaned closer. I found myself instinctively closing my eyes,

His lips chastely landed on mine and I kissed him back—like last time. After awhile, his mouth trailed down my jaw and neck. I shivered at the sensation of his lips on my skin. A moment later, he met my lips once again.

He licked my bottom lip and I opened my mouth as he slid his tongue inside. And all that was running through my mind was what? What? WHAT?

I wrapped my arms around his neck and he put his around my waist. He pulled me closer and I gladly obliged. His fingers gently grazed my exposed skin between the hem of my shirt and my shorts and I shivered again.

We pulled apart, both of us breathing hard, and looked into each other's eyes. I slowly unraveled my arms from his neck but his stayed put on my waist.

Once I found my voice, I asked, panting, "What was that for?"

He just smirked then stood up and went back inside. My eyes widened and I slowly faced the horizon once more, my face red and hot.

…

Once we got back to New York, Edward and I became all distant like before. He was buried in his work, and I was busy with taking care of Renesmee. Even though we slept in the same room, we didn't get to talk about what happened at the resort—ever. And I was semi-fine with that.

"May I show the pictures to my friends?" Renesmee asked as she looked at the beach pictures I developed yesterday.

I continued brushing her long brown hair and carefully pulled it into a ponytail. "You have to take care of them, okay?" I told her. She nodded then slid out of the chair. She grabbed her bag, kissed me on the cheek, and then went to school with her nanny.

I was cleaning Renesmee's desk when I heard a knock on the door. I looked over my shoulder and saw Esme. I stood up straight.

"Um, is there something wrong?" I asked as she sat down on Renesmee's bed. She shook her head and smiled at me.

"Did something happen during your trip?" she asked. I blushed then slid my sweaty hands in my jean pockets.

"Why did you ask?"

"Edward seems less uptight," she observed.

"That's because he got to rest," I said.

"Well, thank you for helping him," she laughed lightly. I smiled.

"Don't mention it, Esme," I said.

…

After a few days, Edward, Renesmee, and I went to the park. Like last time, I forced him to come with us… but minus the kidnapping.

We had a small picnic near the small lake and Renesmee and Edward flew a kite. This was yet another successful rendezvous, I thought, as I watched them have fun while I munched on a sandwich.

I saw Edward give the string to the kite to Renesmee and walked over to me on the picnic mat. "You're the one who forced me to come, and here you are—eating—while we're playing out there," he said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes.

He sat down beside me and my heart began to beat quicker. I pretended to be choking a bit so I thumped my chest. Secretly, it was supposed to keep my heart to slow down.

"You okay?" he said, buying my act. I nodded then continued eating.

"I feel fine," I mumbled, my lips on the sandwich.

"It's been three weeks now," he stated, taking me by surprise.

My stomach lurched. Oh right. I was only going to be with them for a month—four to five weeks—and then I was gone. I couldn't believe time blew past. "Yeah," I said. "We're nearing the end, huh?"

He nodded. "We have to tell her soon," he said. It was my turn to nod.

As I popped the last bit of sandwich into my mouth, I turned to him. He glanced at me. "And how are we going to do that?" I asked. He shrugged.

"We'll get there when we get there," he said. My mouth slightly dropped and I said nothing.

…

"Bella," I looked up at Edward. We were in his Volvo, with Renesmee sleeping in my arms. It had been a long day, I realized.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Would you mind waiting here for a minute?" he asked, already getting out of the car. "I need to talk to my uncle."

I looked out the window and saw that we were in the richest parts of New York… the suburban-looking parts. I nodded. "Sure."

I saw him walk toward a large mansion and wait for someone to open the gate. A tall, old man in casual wear appeared from the house. Edward and the man began to talk and I hitched a breath when the man looked in my direction. His brows furrowed and he suddenly looked mad.

The car was semi soundproof so all I could hear were muffled sounds. This cannot be good.

After a few moments, Edward walked away and angrily stepped inside the Volvo. I looked at him anxiously. It was obvious he didn't want to talk about it.

His hands were shaking in anger and I carefully put a hand on his. He glanced at me and shook his head. I smiled faintly and he zoomed out the neighborhood.