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Chapter 4

The next week passed slowly. While everyone was at work filming, I would sleep till noon and then spend the next few hours wallowing in self pity before I would make myself presentable before the gang got home. I felt guilty for what I was putting my friends through and angry for what Jasper and Alice were putting me through. There were more meeting with the lawyer and I was exhausted from the emotional warfare being played by Jasper.

Two weeks after Jasper and I first met with the lawyer, an agreement was reached. I would get half of everything having to do with bank accounts and possessions, including the house Jasper was putting on the market. I would keep the car Jasper had bought me when we first got to LA and have all my medical bills paid for all the way through the baby's second birthday. I would also receive two thousand dollars a month in child support until the baby turned eighteen. The day after the divorce was settled and the papers signed, I went back to LA alone to move my things out of Jasper's house and into Edward's.

I had finally gotten up the courage to call my best friend from home and tell him all of what happened. I thought for sure Jacob would be disappointed with me and tell me 'I told you so' but he surprised me by being very supportive. He flew in from Phoenix to help me move from one man's house to another and did not tell me I was an idiot for believing in them both.

"Bells, I love you to death. If this is going to make you happy then I think you should go for it." He told me with a sympathetic smile after I told him of my fears of being left again. "You can't keep yourself hidden under a rock all the time, you have to live." Since when had he gotten so wise? Jake and I had dated in high school for two years and had been best friends from the time we were six. He had been head over heals for me for years but as much as I wanted to be in love with him, I never had been. I felt too much comfort and not enough passion. He had gotten over it but up until very recently still held a flame for me. He was crushed when I came back from Puerto Vallarta with a surprise husband. He cried when I told him that I loved him but I was going to get on with my life in LA. We didn't talk for a very long week before he broke and told me he would rather have me as a friend then nothing at all. Two weeks later he started dating Leah and they were great for each other.

"Thanks Jake, I know you are right. I'm just so scared of getting hurt again. And if Edward hurts me, I won't be the only being hurt." I told him as I rubbed by bulging belly. I wasn't even four months pregnant yet and I was already definitely showing. Jake let out a small laugh to take me out of my train of thought. "What's so funny?" I asked him with a confused expression.

"I'm sorry, I just cannot believe that you are going to have a kid. All those times I tried to get you to sleep with me and I just can't help but think that could've been me. Thank God you told me no. I am definitely not ready to be a dad. Best uncle in the world, yes, but dad, not even close." He explained and I smiled. I couldn't even picture him as the father of my child. I could picture Jasper's features on the baby but not him being a dad. I could picture both from Edward, but maybe that was because I knew he was planning on acting as the dad.

"Thank God indeed. I would have one hell of a mess on my hands if I had to raise both you and a baby!" I joked with him, grinning as I took a stab at his immaturity.

"Hey, I have grown up a lot in the last two months!" He whined, totally failing to prove his point.

"Yah, sure you have." I said, shoving his shoulder lightly. "Seriously though Jake, I think that Leah has been great for you. I truly can see that you have changed a lot lately and for the better." I told him with my gentle big sister voice. I was only seconds away from telling him I was proud of him, but he beat me to it.

"Thanks Bells, she really has been. And I know that you are hurting right now but I want you to know that I am proud of you." He told me and stopped me as my head dropped and started to shake side to side. "Hey, look at me. You are an amazing woman, a freaking awesome friend, and you are going to be one hell of a mom. I know he broke you but that is not your issue to deal with. He was an ass and he deserves to be miserable. You on the other hand were done a favor and now you are going to be able to get on with your life with a man who really loves you and would do anything for you. You should thank Jasper. Or break his shit, whatever works best for you." He said matter-of-factly as he sat on Jasper's couch looking around. I laughed at how the serious conversation had taken a short trip to the light side.

"Thanks Jake, that means a lot coming from you." I said as I went over a sat on his lap, sinking into his large mass like a crater. "I don't think it would make me feel better to break his stuff but I think it could make me feel better if we hid it. Keep it in the house but make him go search for it. Now that we have all of my stuff packed up we should be able to find some good spots." I told him, already looking around for places to hide things.

After we had successfully hid all of Jasper's favorite possessions in different places, we began moving my things to Edward's house. Edward's house was only twelve blocks away and slightly larger than Jasper's. It only took us three trips to move all my stuff from house to house in my Range Rover. I put all my possessions into the spare room on the second floor until I had decided sleeping arrangements. That night I slept in the arms of my best friend in my 'boyfriend's' bed. The next morning we had a car come and pick us up and take us to the airport, me heading to Vancouver and Jake to Phoenix.

"Bells?" Jake asked as we were making our way through the LAX security.

"Hmm?" I answered him as I took off my favorite tweed Converse shoes.

"Have you thought about writing your way through your problems? I bet it has been a long time since you have sat down and wrote for a while. I know you had originally planned on moving to LA to write." Jake asked me and I was caught off guard by the suggestion.

"Honestly, I haven't even thought about it. It has been far too long since I did anything with my computer other than answer emails." I told him, already thinking about how much I missed writing.

"I'm just saying, maybe it would help you?" He said and sounded like a cross between my dad and my therapist.

"How is it you know me better than I even know myself?" I asked him with a smile. "I think I might just try to work through it, just me and my computer. It might be nice just to have an outlet for my emotions. Thanks Jake." I said completely genuinely as I sat down to put my shoes back on. This was why he was my best friend; he always knew what I needed before even I did. When it was time for us to head for opposite terminals we hugged and agreed to call each other when we touched down. It was good to see him but I was suddenly eager to be back in Canada.

Edward picked me up from the airport. He was waiting with the crowd to see people exit the terminal and the moment he saw me his face lit up. I walked straight into his arms and didn't want to be let go. We finally broke away from each other and made our way to the baggage claim. The bags hadn't come out yet and Edward was telling me how happy he was to see me as we waited, his arm around my shoulders pulling me to him and my arm around his waist. He kissed me on the top of my head and whispered something about forgetting a greeting. Before I could understand what he was doing he has on his knees, kissing my belly and saying he missed the baby. My heart swelled and my eyes welled up. It was the sweetest moment and I knew that very second that he was the perfect father for my baby.

That sweet moment, however, was soon interrupted as the paparazzi swarmed at us out of no where and started clicking pictures and asking questions. The bags started coming around and we tried to spot my suitcase as quickly as possible so we could get out of there. Luckily the security guards were headed our way to give us a hand. As soon as my bright pink suitcase came around Edward grabbed it and the guards ushered us toward the parking garage with the paparazzi on our tails.

"Edward, who's the girl? Isn't she the girl seen with Jasper a few months ago? What is she to you?" They threw at him until he finally answered the last question.

"She's my girlfriend." He told them as he kept his arm around me as we moved with the guards toward his car.

"Is the baby yours? How far along is she? How do you feel about being a father?" They spit, only spurred on by the previous answer. Edward safely tucked me into the passenger's seat of the car and shoved my bag in the trunk, going around to get into the driver's seat. Just as he opened the door I heard him answer the last question.

"I have never been happier about anything in my life." He told them as he shut the door and the guards broke up the paparazzi so we could escape the parking garage and head back the apartment.

"Edward?" I asked him as we jumped on the highway.

"Yah?" He answered, merging into traffic.

"Was what you said true?" I asked shyly. I was fairly sure I wanted to hear the answer to that question.

"About what? That I called you my girlfriend? That is how I think of you." He told me, looking at me briefly with a smile on his face.

"Well, thanks, but no. About the baby, you've never been more happier about anything else?" I asked him.

"That is absolutely true, Bella." He told me, lifting my hand to his mouth to press a kiss to my palm. I closed my eyes and sighed. I was happy in that moment. It didn't matter that I was waiting for my divorce to be finalized or that my ex was an ass who wanted nothing to do with his child. I had Edward and that made me feel good.

The next morning I woke up when Edward did and he offered to take me on set with him but I declined. I told him I wanted to spend some time alone. When he asked if I was okay, I assured him I was and that I looked forward to seeing him when he got home, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. The moment the apartment was empty, I grabbed my computer out of its case and, sitting in bed with it on my lap, began typing away. I didn't stop typing until my stomach growled loudly at 2:30. I had awoken at 6:30 and had not eaten anything since. I hit save and went to make myself a sandwich. When I had finished, I sat back down to see what I had written and if I could make any use of it. It turned out I was writing a youth fiction book. I had never written a book before although I did have a couple of short stories published. I had been in a writing induced coma and had not even truly realized what I was writing about until I sat down to read through it. It was about an unpopular girl that falls in love with the most popular boy in the school one summer just to end up knocked up and have him act like she didn't exist. I already had fifty-eight pages with random passages to be used in the future chapters. So this is what I would be doing for the next month while everyone else was at work. I wrote ten more pages before I heard the door open and close and steps walking to the room.

Edward peeked his head in the door. He looked slightly worried that I was still sitting in bed at- damn it was five!- and he arched one eyebrow at me. "Hey, what have you been doing all day?" He asked as he walked the rest of the way into the room. I closed my computer after saving the document and then smiled up at him.

"I have been writing." I told him with a grin.

"All day?" He asked and I nodded. "It has been ten hours since I left you this morning." He told me, his voice concerned.

"I stopped for lunch?" I said trying to make him feel better but he just shook his head. "I know but it has been forever since I have been able to write and I just sat down and let it pour out of me. I feel amazing and I have so many ideas floating around in my head. It's truly incredible." I spilled at him and he smiled at me.

"So it has been good writing?" He asked me, wanting reassurance, and I nodded. "Well, then I am glad you were hit with a bought of inspiration. What are you writing?" He asked with genuine interest.

"I think it is a book." I told him and he looked surprised.

"You are writing a book?" He asked and I nodded. "Have you ever tried to write a book before?"

"No, but I already have almost seventy pages and I still have so much more to write." I explained and couldn't tell if he understood or not.

"Okay, so what are you writing about?" He asked and listened patiently as I explained it to him and then asked if he could read it.

"Not right now, I don't think you could make sense of it at this point. But I promise the moment I am done, you can read it." I told him and he nodded his head saying he understood. I then got changed into something a little less comfortable and we went out for pizza. It was one of the best days I had had since Jasper and I had gotten married. I don't think that said a lot for our marriage. Maybe all of this really was for the best, that I would be a lot happier.