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Last on silence

I leaned over to kiss his neck, feeling a tear escape my eye, "Edward… I'm sorry."

His actions slowed and he looked at me, easily sensing the sincerity in my eyes. Once we had both ridden out our orgasms, he crawled underneath me between the handcuffs, cradling my face and kissing me lightly, a crazy contrast to earlier.

"I know, baby." He said, "I was mad when I found out… so mad… but then I thought about it, and you did what you thought was best, and even though it may not have been best, you went with your gut and tried to help me. Besides, I knew this was a good way to get rid of my left over anger because I knew you'd fucking love it."

I blushed and he chuckled.

"But I understand why you did what you did."

I smiled against his cheek. That was exactly right.

"Edward?" I asked after a while.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Can you uncuff me?" I asked.

He chuckled. "I don't know, you've been quite the naughty girl…" he said.

I smiled. "Again Edward… I'm so sorry… I just had to find out…" I said as he undid the latches on the cuffs.

I sat cross legged and I was going to keep talking but apparently my lack of clothing was a distraction as he wasn't looking at my face.

I grabbed his shirt off the floor and tugged it on.

He shook his head of those thoughts.

"And…" I continued. "They wanted me to give you this."

I handed him the heavy manila envelope.

He sat there, staring at it for a while.

He looked like he was concentrating very hard on something.

With shaky fingers, he opened it, peering inside.

Currently on silence-

I turned my back, giving him more privacy. I'd invaded his life enough, so I thought that letting him see what's inside for himself would let him know I was serious about the whole backing off thing. I sighed. This was lucky for me. He could have gotten so mad and broken up with me… kicked me out… made my life hell again. I hugged my arms around myself, wishing they were Edward's.

I'm really glad that Edward wasn't too mad at me. I enjoyed his punishment, even though I was a bit scared at the beginning of it. He'd acted like Charlie and I wasn't sure how I felt about that.

Even though he might not have thought through what he had done in the beginning of things, it did scare me, and I thought we might have to talk about that. It was sort of concerning. I knew the guy liked sex, but that was a tad bit violent for me.

Gosh, what was in that envelope! If it was something that wouldn't be helpful I would try to punch someone in the face. This was just getting ridiculous. He needed to be helped and I hoped that the answers he was looking for were in that envelope.

I started getting antsy when he didn't speak. What was happening to make him such a mute? I groaned and started popping my leg up and down on the ground.

I looked at Jake, who looked incredibly shocked at what had just happened between me and Edward. I almost felt bad for the poor dog, who was looking at Edward in a way that made it seem like he was insulted. I almost laughed, but felt like it was inappropriate to, as I felt Edward's silence behind me indicating something that maybe talking or laughing wouldn't make things better.

I took a peak over my shoulder and the first thing I saw was his tears. He had a shaky palm covering his mouth while his glistening and wide green eyes looked down at a stack of papers he was holding. He looked riveted, learning something new and dumbfounding in every word.

I fully turned around now, wondering what was wrong, and watched him scan each page carefully before turning it over, looking more and more emotional at every word.

My eyebrows knit together. What was in there? What was it?

I didn't ask, but soon enough he got to the last page. His eyes stopped reading and he let the stack fall down onto his lap. His eyes stared off into space and I decided to let him have his moment.

After a couple of minutes, he gulped and his eyes drifted towards mine.

His wide eyes followed mine as I looked toward the stack. He cautiously picked up the stack and handed it to me.

I looked at him tentatively. "Are you sure?" I asked slowly.

He nodded, kissing my head. "Yes."

After making sure he was serious, I lifted the stack, going back to page one. He nervously tapped his leg.

"Edward, I don't have to read it if you don't want me to…" I said, giving him another out.

He insistently shook his head.

"No. Read it, Bella, you're the reason I got to read it in the first place," he insisted.

After seeing in his eyes that he was telling the truth, I looked down.

Dear Edward,

If you're reading this, that means that you've finally grown old enough to learn about what's really happened. My goodness, I can't even think about you older than 8 years old. I hope with my whole heart that you read this before you hear it from someone else, or else you'll think of me and your father as heartless people. No matter how old you get, Edward Masen, I'll always think of you as my son. But you see, I can't start from the end of the story, I'll have to start from the beginning.

You were born on March 2, 1992, and I promise you that it was the best day of me and your father's lives. It was silly really, how many of those parenting books we read, how much I tried to memorize every page so you'd turn out right… you see, I had tried for what seemed like a thousand times to have a child, and when I did, I was the happiest mother on the planet. Every day, I'd just look at you and smile when you did something cute or new. You were every mother's dream, kind, smart, polite, and a little insane. Even now, at eight years old, I still look at you that way. Your father feels the very same way. You make my life so much happier.

But there was one thing wrong. Your father is an excellent man, I promise you that, and I love him so much, but he pressured himself so much for his job that he was gone all the time. Don't get me wrong, I loved spending all that time with you, but when your child says, "Where's daddy?" every day and you don't have an answer, something has to happen.

So I gave your father an ultimatum, I asked him to have a date where he could get his dream job, and if he didn't get it by then, then he would just be happy with what we had. And what we had was amazing. We lived in a nice house and had the perfect life.

Your father had the kind of childhood where he was pushed to do everything better. Whether it was school or sports, that's how it always was. So he worked so hard to make that date, and unsurprisingly, he made Masen Corp. He was finally content with his life.

I had expected, when I had given him the option, that when he made that dream come true, he'd stay home more, spend more time with us. Don't misunderstand, he loved you, his whole office was decorated proudly with pictures of you and me. He always talked about you, but he was never home. You missed him, and his hours were impossible. He worked from five in the morning to five at night. He had a one hour commute and when he got home, he ate and slept.

He only had about thirty minutes for you and it broke my heart. You loved that thirty minutes every day, where he'd bounce you on his knee and tell you stories and make you laugh. You never understood why he needed so much sleep and got upset.

When I talked to your father about it, he was nice about it and understood what I'd told him. Since he owned the company, he shortened his hours to make us happy.

He then worked from eight to four. He needed less sleep, and you relished the time you had with him. Sometimes, you even got tired before he did. It was amazing and you always had that cute smile on your face.

Things went great like that for about a year, where the family was closer and laughing. We had great conversations and dinners. Your father taught you things no one else could. But then it started to get worse.

When you were six, your father's company started to fall downhill.

We tried to get through that, and as much as I know you loved me, you were a daddy's boy, and I understood. He had to make his hours impossible again, but since you were older, you understood a bit more. You tried not to complain, but anyone could see that you missed him. It broke my heart to see a six year old so upset.

He saw how upset you were, and sometimes he took you to work with him. You both loved it, but then you started first grade and that couldn't happen anymore.

You were somewhat preoccupied with school and didn't throw as many fits about it, but I still knew you were sad. I tried to do things with you that made you happy, like involving you in children' football. That made you happy, but those seasons eventually had to end, and, if anything, it made you sadder.

I waited and waited for his company to get back on it's feet, but it got worse.

You got sadder.

I grew upset. The family wasn't the same. Your father felt the strain and tried to take a week off for a vacation to Florida, and that made you happy, it made me happy too. It gave me hope and showed me that we were all in this together, but when we got back things drifted into the very same way.

You grew sad again.

Soon, though, you came home from school happier, talking about the nice teacher's assistant in your class. You got very attached to her. Her name was Sheila Ordellus.

Seeing as how she seemed to make you forget about your dad a little, I hired her to be your nanny.

That went amazing for a year and a half. You'd spend a lot of time with her.

I was a little jealous that I couldn't do that for you, but seeing me reminded you of how your dad was gone, I understood that too, and busied myself with other silly things like knitting or reading or writing. Yes, I know, I was envious, but think about it, Edward, if your child preferred another person to you, then you'd cry sometimes too.

Sometimes, you'd go over to her house.

But when you were seven and a half, she managed to tear apart what little family we had left. Once, when she drove you to her house after school, she didn't take you back home when she was supposed to. I called the cops after an hour, worrying that maybe she'd gotten hurt or you were hurt. They said I had to wait twenty-four hours before reporting a kidnapping. I wasn't reporting a kidnapping, but they didn't listen, saying you'd probably be back home safe and sound later.

When your father came home, I told him, and he got angry. It had now been four hours. I had been so distraught that I hadn't thought to drive over to Sheila's house… so he drove us over and when we knocked, she answered with a smile, saying she'd forgotten.

You came home that night crying. And then we knew she hadn't forgotten, but something had happened. We tried to get you to tell us what had happened, but you had your mouth shut, she'd said something to scare you from telling us.

We fired Sheila, and she got angry, saying you were just being a kid, but I knew the difference.

The next day, you went to school and when I came to pick you up, I saw Sheila grab your arm.

I had no choice but to take you out of there.

You were eager to not see her again, but refused to tell us what happened.

So you went to this new school, about forty five miles from Sheila, and came home the next day yet again upset. I asked what was wrong and your new teacher was Sheila Ordellus.

She would follow the next three times we switched schools. Each school we went to you were scared, I wanted to home school you, but it's hard to do with the life we had and you needed a social life. Nothing seemed to work- she always showed up everywhere you went.

You started to have nightmares. Your father nobly suggested that we move, but we couldn't, your dad's company was too in need of him for that.

And there was no doubt that she'd follow you anywhere else. We got to the point of a restraining order that said she couldn't be within five hundred yards of you. She violated it almost every day, but when we reported it, no one believed us.

Your father and I talked it out, we considered adoption… just everything.

But if we had given you up for adoption, surely she would've stepped up and adopted you. That thought terrified me. It seemed like everything we could do, it would just complicate things even more than we thought it would…

After some other options, we got to both the most heartbreaking one and the safest.

Disowning you would make you another person's child, and we'd never be able to see you or visit you.

So after a week or two of you hiding out in the house and me crying and your father working, we found the Cullens. They were perfect.

First, they lived in a place where Sheila wasn't allowed to be in. She had committed some crimes in Texas and the police were on her back about that.

So we put you right in the center of Texas, with the Cullens. They were a happy family with a stable income, and you got along well with their little girl Alice, and their older child Emmett, who lived in Washington with his wife Rosalie.

We told them what had happened, and they swore to never let anything happen to you.

So after leaving you with them, we called them once a month to see if you were okay. I did it for two reasons: reason one, of course, was for you to be happy. And reason two was because I couldn't stand the distance between us.

The first month was apparently hard for you, and so were the second and the third. By the fourth, they said you got a bit happier and by the end of the year, you were a full blown Cullen.

That both broke my heart and made me happy. You were safe and happy and we decided to stop keeping tabs on you and start keeping tabs on Sheila.

She was following the rules she hated.

So, I have no clue how old you are now… if you're eighteen or twenty five. I'll always hate that fact that I wasn't a part of your teen and adult life.

I know you've turned out exactly the way we had originally wanted, and I'm so, so proud of you.

I know you probably feel like we didn't love you, but you have to know… my heart will break if you don't know, that I'll love you until the day I die.

And I know you'll most likely say no to this, but I have to ask.

If you can find it in your heart to understand everything I just said… I want to see you.

Now that's a question. Nothing much… I'm already expecting a no, so don't worry about it… but I'd love to see you, and so would your father.

With so, so much love,

Elizabeth Masen, your birth mom.

Now who the hell was expecting that? I wasn't even expecting that to happen… haha I had a completely different plan!

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