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Edward's P.O.V.

"Hi, Tanya… I have a favor to ask of you," were the first words that I uttered into the phone as I called Tanya and her coven.

"Edward! God, I haven't talked to you in a long time! Whatever it is, tell me," chimed her musical voice in my ear excitedly.

I sighed and shifted the baby in my arms; now clean, thanks to Rosalie. He was wrapped tightly in a warm blanket, also thanks to Rosalie. We were in my Aston Martin V12 Vanquish, speeding towards Seattle where a flight to Denali, Alaska awaited us. Japer was driving, and Alice was in the passenger seat, holding his hand. I sat in the back with Rosalie. Emmet had stayed behind to arrange a few more things and Esme and Carlisle had chosen to move to L.A. for a while, live alone for some time. I couldn't blame them, though. I could understand why they wanted a bit of time to themselves, away from all the mayhem that I always seemed to cause.

"Well… there has been an unseen problem," I answered in a low voice.

I could practically hear the frown in Tanya's voice when she spoke, "But everything was fine when we left your family after the wedding. Edward, what's wrong? Is your Bella okay? God, you didn't—"

"No, Tanya! Of course not. But I must admit that something did occur that was out of line. See… you are not going to believe this, but Bella and I… we created a child," I sounded pleading. I looked down at the face of the sleeping baby in my arms. My son. He's my son. I just wished that Bella could've seen him at least once… no. That would have not been good for her.

Tanya was quiet for a long time. I feared that she would hang up on me without another word, but thankfully, she spoke, "Edward… that is not possible. What do you mean 'created'? Wait a second… by create do you mean turned?" she asked, horrified.

"No, Tanya! No, as in we made. He is my biological son and hers. We made love and she found herself pregnant only a few weeks later. She progressed quickly and gave birth in only a few months. He seems almost human, though he has grown extremely quickly, Tanya. I swear that he isn't fully a vampire. He has a heartbeat and blood pumping through his veins. He is not cold; he is very warm, as warm as a werewolf. Please believe me," I pleaded.

Tanya was silent for a moment. Then, "Edward… I have to see your son to believe it. Right now I am very skeptical, do you understand?"

I passed the baby to a too-eager Rosalie and then answered her, "I know, Tanya. I do understand. That's where the favor comes in…see, my family and I have moved out of Forks. Esme and Carlisle have chosen to reside in Los Angeles while the rest of us move to Denali. Do you think that we could…"

"Join our coven? Say no more, Edward. All of you are welcome to stay with us for as long as you'd like. But what of your Bella?"

I clenched my hands into fists and gritted my teeth. "She and I are together no longer," I answered coldly.

Tanya was definitely surprised. "Oh, Edward, I am so very sorry for you! You two were such a great couple," however, contradictory to her words, she sounded excited. I knew that she still harbored feelings for me. Feelings that I would never be able to reciprocate.

"Yes, well, thank you. We are on our way to the airport right now. I must go. I will see you tomorrow, and when you see my son, you will believe me. Please inform the rest of the coven of this, Tanya. My brothers send their regards," I said in way of a goodbye.

Tanya gave a musical chuckle, "I will, dear Edward. And tell them thank you. I cannot wait to see you. All of you, of course," this time she purred the words in a very coy and flirty manner.

I sighed softly, "Farewell, Tanya," I said and then pressed the END button.

Rosalie was stroking the baby's cheeks when I turned to her, her face filled with unmistakable love. As was her mind, of course. "What will you name him?" Rosalie asked me softly, so as not to wake the child.

The question caught me off guard and I thought it through. "I'm not sure…" I answered honestly. What could I name him?

Rosalie waggled her eyebrows playfully at me. Apparently I was on her good side, since I'd decided to keep the baby. "Bella always wanted him to be named 'Edward Jacob' or E.J. for short. I never thought that she was very creative," she scoffed acidly.

My mind filled with painful thoughts at her name. I wished that I could just forget her, but my vampire mind said otherwise. "I don't know, Rosalie…" I answered honestly.

Her mind instantly swirled with possibilities. "How about Eli E.J. Cullen? Eli would honor your mother's name, Edward. And Bella wanted E.J.… It would be fitting."

I thought about it. And it was fitting. We could call him Isaac whenever we wanted. "Yes, Rose, it is fitting. Eli E.J. Cullen. I like it," and for the first time in a week, I smiled.

"It is, Edward! Rose, hand him to me. I want to carry my nephew Eli," exclaimed Alice form the front seat.

Rosalie reluctantly passed my son to Alice, who eagerly took him in her arms.

I rolled my eyes at them, instantly in a better mood.

Bella's P.O.V.

I woke up a few hours later with Jacob still beside me, sitting on the hard floor while I lay on the comfortable, warm couch. He was sleeping, snoring softly. Poor Jake.

His face was inches from mine, his warm breath warming my face. I blushed and tried to put a few inches of space between us unsuccessfully. I took in his tired face. I'd always known that my friend was handsome, but he seemed even more handsome now. Was it because Edward was gone and I no longer had to look at his unearthly beautiful face?

I shut my thoughts off and tried to sit up again. My abdomen hurt too much and I fell back down, waking Jacob as I jostled the couch, where his face rested. He sprang up to his feet in an instant, all protective and fierce.

I laughed. "Chill, Jake. It's just me. I was trying to sit up, but my stomach hurts an awful lot,"

Jake relaxed, "Well you just had a monster baby removed, so that's typical." When he realized what he'd just said, he blushed and sealed his lips together.

That one hurt, but I played it down, although I was so upset over losing my baby. "Hey, it's true, though," I laughed weakly.

Jacob shook his head. "No, Bells, that was completely out of line, and I am so, so, so sorry. I am such a freaking blabbermouth—"

Then we both heard that horrible, unmistakable sound; my stomach growling.

"Shit! I totally forgot about that. I'll get you some food in a sec," then he was off to the kitchen, gone in seconds.

I giggled and lay back down, shivering. Why was I still so cold?

Jacob returned a few minutes later with a pizza hot pocket. The smell of melted cheese, pepperoni, and oregano wafted from the kitchen. He had it on a plate and handed it to me a bit sheepishly.

"Sorry, that's all Billy has," he apologized.

"No worries," I took the plate from him and instantly pressed my fingers to the steaming hot pocket. Jacob frowned when I shivered.

"You cold?" he asked.

I nodded. In an instant, he lifted me in his strong arms bride-style, and I squealed. "I've gotta be careful with you. Dr. Cullen said that your wound can still open, and it won't heal until a few weeks," he said simply and then plopped down on the couch with me still in his arms. I was instantly warm, my body pressed to his and his arms around me.

For some reason, my heart sped up.

*That was chapter 7! I hope you enjoyed it :) I'll be updating soon.*