A/N: So I had intended this to come out sooner, but I forgot it was Wednesday night and I watched three solid hours of LOST instead. I'm an addict.

Thanks for all the awesome reviews on the last chapter. I know I shocked the hell out of 99% of you, which I liked. Can you believe I had no idea until I wrote it what I was going to do. It was a spur of the moment decision, which I think was a stroke of genius on my part. I guess we'll see how it plays out. How about right now?

I don't own twilight, but I do own a Canadian Passport with a god awful photo of me in it.

EPOV

"I have a nephew?" I asked Alice incredulously and she simply nodded her head at me. "I have a five year old nephew named Logan." I was smiling at first at this realization. I would probably be a pretty good uncle, but then I realized that I wasn't technically an uncle and I had missed five years of his life. My entire family had missed five years of his life. Rosalie, and now Alice, had kept this from us and I was suddenly furious with both of them. I immediately found myself wondering what Logan looked like and if he had any of Emmett's features. I hoped he had his boisterous personality and was a handful for Rosalie.

"I only found out a year ago when Rosalie called me up telling me about the move to Seattle. She wanted to make sure Emmett wasn't living here and that she could be assured of her privacy," said Alice remorsefully as she finally walked us back into the house. We went into the music room on the far side of the main floor, hoping that this would be private enough for us. She paced around the room telling me about what happened as my fingers danced casually over the keys of the piano, as I sat on the bench in front of it.

"Rosalie found out she was pregnant a month after she left Forks. By this time, she was already settled at Cornell and Emmett was down at USC. She told me she tried to get in touch with him down there, and he refused to take her calls." I searched back in my memory and I could clearly recall these moments, because they usually ended up with him binge drinking, trying to forget her. He never once called her back. Emmett was a year older than I was, but he took a year off between high school and college, and we ended up at USC together. That was six years ago.

"I remember that," I told Alice casually as she continued on with her story.

"Well, she didn't want to get rid of the baby, so she had it, with the financial and emotional support of her parents. Rose did great in school and held a job the entire time, so that she could take care of Logan. They are thriving here in Seattle and he's a great kid. Just like me, family is the most important thing to Rose." I huffed in frustration at this comment and finally voiced my opinion.

"If family was so important to her, she should have told Emmett. Can you imagine how different life would be now? Mom and Dad are going to be crushed to find out they have a grandson and that they missed out on so much. Mom is going to spoil that boy," I said with a sigh. I felt horrible that my parents and brother had missed out on all of this; it was going to break my mother's heart.

"Rosalie doesn't want them to know."

"I don't think this is something I can keep from them Alice. Emmett has a son for christ sakes. This is important. It's not like he's got a new set of golf clubs, it's a son." I stammered indignantly as Alice crossed her arms over chest angrily. There was no way I could let something like this slide. Emmett was moving back to Seattle and he had a right to know Logan. We all did.

"This is why I don't want my friends dating my family. No offence, you're an excellent guy and the best brother anyone could ask for, but look at what has happened. Because of this, I lost almost five years with my best friend and almost six years with my nephew. He'll be six at the end of March." I was frustrated at her for her reaction to all of this. I was not Emmett. In fact, the Emmett of today is not the Emmett of six years ago.

"I am not Emmett," I said in frustration. "And I'm interested in Bella," I blurted out as Alice's eyes lit up in anger and I tried to ignore her reaction. "Do I honestly seem like the kind of guy who would sleep with a girl, get her pregnant and leave her?" I asked furiously.

"Bella has more issues than People magazine. I think you should steer clear of her, Edward."

"I think she would be hurt to hear you say that Alice. You're her best friend, yet you don't seem to want her to be happy. Even Mom was trying to hook us up in the kitchen earlier tonight. I think you need to worry about yourself, instead of everyone else." I sighed as I stood from the piano bench and walked towards the door of the music room.

"I want to talk to Rosalie before I leave for L.A. I'm not going to tell Emmett or anyone else anything right now, but if I can't talk to her, I won't keep quiet about this." Alice was hurt by my reaction, but I didn't care at this point. She was preventing the happiness of potentially seven people that she loved. Carlisle, Esme, Emmett, Rosalie, Logan, Bella and me. If she wouldn't have such stringent rules and be willing to relax about everything, it was possible that everyone could get what they wanted.

"Who does Logan look like?" I asked gently as my hand held onto the door.

"He's got Rosalie's color, but Emmett's face. He has a thick mess of curly blonde hair and if Emmett saw him, he'd know right away. Hell, I knew right away, there's no hiding that Logan Carlisle Hale is a Cullen. He's adorable Edward, and very well adjusted for such a little guy." I was pissed even more than ever. I wanted to know my nephew.

"His middle name is Carlisle?" I said in complete shock.

"Yeah. When Rosalie had him, she was still holding out hope for her and Emmett, so she named him after Dad." I could see tears form in Alice's eyes and she wiped them away quickly. "Edward, please don't pursue Bella. Not right now. Not with all this going on." I nodded my head at Alice, lying blatantly to her, but I didn't care. She wasn't going to stop me from being happy.

The next morning when I awoke, my entire body was sore. I had a boiling hot shower and then packed up my luggage. I got onto my mother's computer, since my laptop was packed away already, and made a reservation at Fairmont Olympic Hotel in downtown Seattle. I said a quick goodbye to my parents and Alice as I drove with Emmett into the city. He had booked an earlier flight out of Sea-Tac in an effort to get everything straightened out in L.A. I promised him that I would keep a look out for an apartment for him when I went looking the next day, and he thanked me profusely.

All morning I had struggled to talk to him because every fiber of my being wanted to tell him he was a father. After I dropped him off at the airport, Alice called me and let me know that Rosalie was willing to meet me for dinner tonight. She gave me the location and told me to be there at promptly at six, and I thanked her for helping me. If Rosalie wasn't going to tell Emmett about Logan, than I would.

I showed up at the restaurant on the north side of Seattle fifteen minutes early and quickly ordered myself a glass of Jameson's'. Rosalie had made us a reservation in her name, so I took a seat at the table she had booked and waited patiently as I nursed my drink. She arrived promptly at six, looking the same as always, just more mature. Her long blonde hair was up in a professional looking bun and she was in a suit, but otherwise she looked just like Emmett's girl. I offered up a reluctant hug and ordered her a martini.

"Nice to see you again Rosalie. I only wish it was under better circumstances," I said politely, even though I was fuming on the inside.

"Does Emmett know you are meeting me?" she asked curiously as she pulled off her suit jacket, leaving her in a very pretty lavender silk shirt.

"No. He doesn't know about anything, though I think he should know some things," I replied curtly. Rosalie was silent for a few more moments until her drink arrived. She took a big gulp of her martini and looked at me, as though she was disappointed.

"I'm sorry I never told your family about Logan. I know it was the wrong thing to do, but it was my only choice back then. Emmett wouldn't talk to me, and Logan was my only concern. He is still my only concern." Rosalie was very good at the protective mother bit, and I couldn't blame her.

"Emmett would be a great father and Esme and Carlisle would have done anything to help you both. He's changed a lot since high school Rose. One of the reasons he's moving back to Seattle is to try and settle down," I remarked casually as her eyes practically bugged out of her head and she looked panicked. "Alice didn't tell you he was moving back?"

"Um no, she didn't. She told me that she accidently told you about Logan and that you wanted to meet with me. When is he moving back?" She was suddenly very anxious and guarded, which was not what I needed. I wanted to talk to calm and cool Rosalie Hale.

"We're opening an office here for Cullen Advertising in two months. Emmett and I will be moving back to town by the end of January, hopefully. It depends on how long it takes to start the changes down in our L.A. office." Rosalie looked at me in surprise, and I immediately assumed that Alice hadn't filled her in on any information regarding Emmett. "He's CFO of our company, and I'm the CEO. We're opening a second location of our advertising firm here, which will be the corporate offices. He's smart, dedicated, determined and a hell of a lot more mature then he was when you dated him Rosalie."

"You talking positively of Emmett doesn't necessarily make it so," she replied with a reluctant sigh. She wanted to believe me, but didn't want to get hurt. I could see that easily.

"He would love Logan with his entire heart Rosalie. You should give him a chance. You should give all the Cullen's a chance," I begged her, but she didn't seem to budge. We ordered our dinners and I let the topic drop for a little while. We ate dinner comfortably, talking about our college lives, our current careers and she told me a few stories about Logan. He apparently loves 'Handy Manny', plays baseball almost as good as Emmett, and loves all sports. He was definitely Emmett's. My heart almost leapt from my chest when she pulled a small photo of him from her purse. He looked just like Emmett when he was five, except for the blonde hair.

"You said he moves back in a month right?" asked Rosalie curiously, after we had argued over who would pay the bill, which I won.

"Yeah. Please consider everything I said. He really would be an awesome dad. Here's my number," I said as I slid my business card to her, with my cell phone number scribbled on the back. "I'll call you before we move back so that you can let me know what your game plan is. Bear in mind, if you can't get up the nerve to tell him when he moves here, I will, and I really don't want to sound like some threatening asshole, but none of us want a custody battle." Rosalie shook her head in agreement and thanked me for dinner. She let me keep the picture, which I shoved into my wallet carefully.

"One month," she repeated to me as she walked from the restaurant and out to her car. I reached into my pocket and texted Bella.

Where do you live? Want some company? –E

I hopped into my car and waited patiently for a few minutes until Bella called me.

"Of course I want some company. But why did you bother getting a hotel room if you're not going to use it?" she asked as she laughed at me.

"Fine then, pack an overnight bag and come stay at the hotel. I have a Jacuzzi tub," I said as a bright smile crossed my face. "Then tomorrow morning we can go apartment hunting together for both Emmett and me."

"Okay," sighed Bella as she gave me directions to her apartment. Unfortunately, she was downtown, so it took me almost thirty minutes to get there, but when I pulled into the parking lot, she was waiting for me in the lobby, dressed casually in my favorite pair of ass hugging jeans, a t-shirt, and bundled up in her winter coat. She slid into the car and tossed her bag on the backseat before buckling her seat belt and offering me a kiss.

"You won't believe the day I've had."

BPOV

When we finally got into Edward's hotel room, he pulled me in for a sweet kiss and then immediately picked up the phone. He called room service and ordered a bottle of Jameson's and two shot glasses. "Do you want anything?" he asked curiously as I shook my head and tossed my bag on a nearby chair.

"Do you need to talk about it?" I asked apprehensively as he pulled his jacket off and tossed it on the sofa.

"Yes, yes I do, but let's get comfortable first," said Edward as he pulled off his sweater and t-shirt and strolled into the bathroom. I searched through my bag for something comfortable to wear, but I had honestly thought we'd be having sex, so I only brought lingerie. I opened Edward's bag and pulled out one of his t-shirts and a pair of boxer shorts, and they were freshly washed, thank you Esme. "You need my clothes?" laughed Edward when he came out of the bathroom a few moments later in his boxers.

"I didn't think we'd be talking much this evening," I replied honestly, albeit a little embarrassed. Edward laughed at me some more and sat down on the couch, patting the cushions for me to join him. I sat beside him and he wrapped his arms around me, hugging me close to him.

"I told Alice I was interested in you," sighed Edward as I whipped my head around to look at him in complete disbelief. "She told me not to pursue you. Not now anyways. I think she thinks you are still screwed up about Jacob, which we both know is not the case."

"She needs to stop playing my protector. I'm going to talk to her next week. Maybe if I happen to mention how hot and sexy I think you are, she might just give up," I suggested sweetly as Edward's fingers began dancing on the back of my neck tenderly.

"Ready for the shocker?"

"That wasn't it?" I replied coolly, as there was a knock on the door. Edward grabbed a bathrobe and pulled it over his half naked body and answered the door. He signed the slip of paper and eagerly grabbed the tray holding his booze and the shot glasses. After he had tipped the server, Edward set the bottle and glasses down on the coffee table and quickly poured us each a drink.

"You'll need to take this," he said with a nervous laugh as he handed me the drink. I held it up tentatively and took the drink at the same time as him, both of us cringing as the hot liquor poured down our throats.

"So, what's going on?" I asked curiously as we resumed our position on the couch, nestled up to each other.

"I'm an uncle."

There was silence from both of us for a few minutes. I had no idea how this was possible, or who the hell was pregnant. Alice and Emmett clearly didn't have children. In fact, I only knew one person who had a child, Rosalie. Edward looked down at me and sensed my confusion. "Rosalie has a son and Emmett is the father, but he doesn't know."

"No shit, Emmett is Logan's dad?" I yelled out in surprise. I poured us each other drink and we took our shots greedily this time. "He's a great kid. I'm sure you'll be a great uncle. Uncle Edward. Has a nice ring to it. He's been calling me Aunt Bella since they got into Seattle a year ago. Holy shit, I have baby sat that kid like ten times, and he's your nephew?" This was way too much to process.

"Rosalie isn't sure she wants to tell Emmett or the rest of the family. I had dinner with her tonight, trying to convince her that Emmett isn't the selfish son of a bitch that he was in high school, but I'm not sure I made any head way with her." I listened as Edward sighed, his voice clearly saddened by this. "He's almost six Bella and I don't even know him. I could have gone to baseball games, and bought him trucks and other toys. I don't even know if he likes trucks."

"He loves trucks, specifically fire trucks," I replied, trying to be helpful. "It took Alice a while to convince Rosalie to let her into Logan's life. Perhaps she'll do the same to you one day."

"I told her if she didn't make up her mind about telling Emmett before we move to town in a month, then I will tell him for her. If she refuses to let Emmett into Logan's life, I'm certain there will be a custody battle. Hell, my parents might even be the ones fighting for custody." I immediately felt heartbroken for Esme and Carlisle, who had practically been second parents to me. They would love Logan and be crushed that they had missed this time with him.

"I usually see her once a week, perhaps I can put in a good word for Emmett, after all, he has been good in helping us keep our secret." I wasn't sure that anything I could say to Rosalie could change her decision, but I had to try. I thought Logan deserved to know his father, his uncle and his grandparents. We each took another shot of liquor and then Edward climbed from the couch, grabbing my hand in his, moving us to the bed. As I lay down, pulling the covers down with me, Edward shut all the lights off the in the room, with the exception of one on his nightstand.

He climbed into bed beside me and pulled me close against him. "I'm sorry I unloaded all this on you, but I needed to talk to someone." He kissed my temple gently as I laid my head on his chest.

"I'm glad you could talk to me Edward. Isn't that what girlfriends are for?" I said with a chuckle. He didn't respond, choosing instead to cuddle closer to me.

"What else does Logan like to do?" he asked curiously as his fingers moved along my stomach tenderly.

"He loves to color. He's usually drawing fire trucks though, which gets boring after a while. He's very smart and does especially well in math, which he clearly gets from both of his parents. He has a tendency to get over excited about things, which is very Emmett," I said honestly, trying to give Edward a bit more insight into his nephew. He was clearly heartbroken over the time they had lost together.

"You know, had I known about this earlier, a lot of things would be different. Emmett probably would have moved to wherever Rosalie was to help her raise Logan. Shit, they might even be married with other kids," laughed Edward, although he still sounded sad. "I probably never would have stayed in L.A. as long as I did. Hell, you and I might have gotten together years ago and be married now or something."

"Maybe, but you can't live your life based on 'what if's'. I like where we are right now, so let's not worry about what might have been." Edward nodded his head against my shoulder and kissed my cheek tenderly. It wasn't much longer when I could hear Edward's breathing deepen, signaling that he had fallen asleep. I leaned over to shut off the lamp and then curled back into him, trying desperately to fall asleep.

The next morning, Edward was up bright and early, whereas I was struggling to wake up. I hadn't slept too well, the Jameson's clearly not agreeing with me. Edward clearly noticed my dilemma and handed me a glass of water and two Tylenol once he had stepped from the shower.

"Sorry you feel like shit this morning," he said sweetly as I laid my head back against the pillow and he wandered towards the dresser to get his clothes.

"I'll be fine after I eat and shower."

"I ordered you some pancakes for breakfast, I hope you don't mind."

"No, that's perfect," I replied as I watched him move around the room crazily. "What time are we meeting the real estate agent?"

"Nine thirty, so we have just over an hour. She's gonna meet us down at the coffee shop downstairs first. We're gonna go through a few listings and see which ones have promise, and go from there."

"Sounds good," I said, lying through my teeth. I really just wanted to pull the blanket over my head and go back to sleep. I finally forced myself out of bed and into the shower and the moment I was out, breakfast had already arrived and Edward was pulling the cover off my pancakes, like a waiter. "Smells awesome Edward."

"Yeah, I'm sure they suck compared to your blueberry pancakes, but you can't expect perfection," he said with a nervous laugh. I sat down in my bathrobe and quickly devoured my breakfast as I paid attention to the clock. I had fifteen minutes to make myself presentable for the real estate agent, and somehow I managed it. I felt horrible, but I looked decent.

As we walked into the coffee shop, hand in hand, we immediately saw a young woman in the corner typing away on her laptop and chatting to no one. I hadn't noticed until we got closer that she had an earpiece in and was actually on the phone. She held up a finger to us, requesting that we wait a moment while she finished her call. "Sorry about that, no one seems to be able to wait these days," she said with a sigh as she stood up and extended her hand to us. "I'm Amelia. It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Cullen."

I immediately opened my mouth to correct her, but Edward shook her hand amiably and thanked her for meeting us instead. Alright, I'm playing the role of wife today, I laughed to myself. We sat around chatting for a while as she showed us some of the properties she had in mind. Neither Edward nor Emmett was looking to rent, they both wanted to buy because they were making a permanent move, which excited me to no end.

"Now, I know I said yesterday that we were looking for at least one bedroom, but the situation as changed, so both properties need to be at minimum two bedrooms." Edward was clearly thinking of Emmett as he said this. He was hopeful that Rosalie would allow Emmett into Logan's life, thus requiring the second bedroom. Amelia nodded her head in acknowledgment and then she led us to her car, and we headed to the first condo.

It was large, spacious and very contemporary. Everything was white. Edward hated it, just like I knew he would. Sure, it met all the requirements he had set forth, but it was ugly as sin. Amelia relented and drove us a few minutes away to a second condo. This one definitely had potential. The views were decent, the rooms were a good size and there was even two fireplaces, one in the living room and one in the bedroom.

"I like the fireplaces," I whispered to Edward when we were alone checking out the master bedroom.

"Of course you do. You're probably picturing a bear skin rug and us making love on top of it," he said with a laugh as he kissed me sweetly and went to check out the en suite. Edward definitely considered it a contender and then Amelia took us to a third place, which had more charm than the others in my opinion. The building was older, less contemporary, but had all original fixtures. Edward didn't like this one either. We had gone through three more apartments, when I noticed we were practically in my neighborhood, but I chose not to say anything.

Amelia took us into the apartment building across from mine and Edward pointed to my building. "Don't you live there?" he whispered quietly, hoping Amelia didn't hear us so that we could continue our ruse of Mr. and Mrs. Cullen. I nodded my head and his eyes lit up. He liked the idea of living close to me, and I laughed as we got in the elevator and she took us to the top floor. This apartment was decent as well, not as big as some of the others, but it was nice. Edward was particularly fond of the renovated kitchen, and I could easily picture him making me French toast in there on a lazy Sunday morning. The bedroom was the largest we had seen today, and it had a fireplace in addition to French doors that led out to a small balcony.

"What do you think honey?" asked Edward sweetly after we had finished the tour.

"Well, the neighborhood seems nice and safe," I said sarcastically. "It's nice. It's a good size, nice closets. I find no major faults with it." Edward nodded his head and looked down at his watch; it was already three in the afternoon.

"Okay Amelia, let's draw up an offer for me on this apartment and one for Emmett on the condo with the two bedrooms and two fireplaces. The neighborhood seems family friendly; I think I even saw a park." I nodded at Edward with a smile as Amelia was practically beaming. They talked real estate terms while I wandered to the master bedroom and looked out the window. From Edward's bedroom, you could look down into my bedroom. He was on the fifth floor and I was on the third, but we could definitely see each other clearly if we stood in the windows. I laughed at the thought and walked back to the living room to join them.

Amelia drove us back to the hotel, chatting happily about calling Edward tomorrow with more specifics on the sales. When we got back into our room, Edward called Emmett to let him know about the apartment and the offers they were putting in. When he was finally done, Edward sat down on the couch and I sat beside him comfortably.

"I have to leave tomorrow," said Edward sadly as I leaned my head on his chest.

"I know."

"I don't want to go," he added as he tightened his hold on me and kissed my lips gently, his lips barely grazing mine.

"I know that too."

"Can you stay tonight?" I nodded slowly in response and spent the rest of the night wrapped in and around the arms of Edward Cullen.