A/N—Sorry For the wee delay we had with this chapter; I had lots of course work I needed to finish first.

*IMPORTANT* The flashback that starts this chapter off is back to Emmett's birthday party IT WILL NOT BE A FULL ON LEMON! Only because I know that some of my readers don't care for that sort of thing; I'm a thoughtful bitch. The way Bella acts in this is like me when I'm drunk. Actually, this is like my own personal experience.

If you don't want to take a Science lesson and see how Draco had been made, you can skip past that bit – I'm not making you read it.

Danger! Danger! High voltage!
When we touch, when we kiss,
when we touch.

Danger! High Voltage – Electric Six

Bella.

20 Months Ago.

I am amazing.

I think I need a Noble prize or some shit for accomplishing what I managed to accomplish.

Did, um, that guy… you know… the one who's, like, really famous… um… God; that's his name, did he get a Noble prize? 'Cause, I mean, if I should get one for my accomplishment – man, I sound so smart – then he should have gotten one too. Only fair, he did, like, create the world and all.

What? I can't get a Noble prize for this?

What about an Oscar?

No?

Golden Globe?

Shit, what is this world?

Not even, like, Best Supporting Actress?

What do you mean I didn't act?

Well… yeah, I guess I didn't act, but I put time and effort into this. As well as blood, sweat and tears.

Excuse me, the female half of Brangelina is winning, like, shit loads, I bet she couldn't do what I just did.

How dare you say such a thing! Putting on a pair of skin-tight, leather trousers is not as easy as it looks you know.

You need matchstick legs – which I do not have – but I managed it! I had successfully squeezed on a pair of pants that are really tight; it looked as if I painted my legs black.

I wanted to wear leggings, but Alice said it wouldn't have had the right effect. Only 'cause she dressed up as a whore!

Okay, not a whore, but Snow White is a saucy minx.

I'm at Emmett's twenty-first; the drinks are flowing like camel piss.

That thing that Edward made tasted like camel piss.

Not that I've tried camel piss.

But yeah, it tasted like camel piss.

Piss is one of those words that you want to say over, and over, and over, and over, and over… and over again.

Piss.

Pisssss.

P-I-SSSSSSSSSSS.

You catch my drift?

Talking about a piss, I need one.

Where do they keep the toilets in this place?

"Alice… Alice… Alice… ALIIIIIICE."

"Bella, are you okay?"

Who said that?

Ooh! It's the birthday boy!

"Emmett… I don't know what I was going to say."

"You seem to be a little drunk, Bella. Make sure my parents don't find out, okay?"

"I've… no. I'm not drunk. I'm enjoying myself."

"I'm not stopping you from enjoying yourself, but please stay off the drink."

"But the drinks are flowing like pissssss. Ooh! I need a toilet."

That's what I was going to say.

"There is a bathroom up the stairs, turn left and it's –"

I staggered away, "the one with the toilet! Got it."

Step, step, step, left foot, right foot, left foot, one, two, three, step, step, step.

Wooah, I feel like I'm climbing a mountain!

Emmett said it was the room on the left, so I took the first room that I saw on the left. Why not? It's on the left, isn't it? Yes; yes it is.

Well… this room is nice. It is large, and… large… and it has a bed!

But no toilet.

Hmm… seems like Emmett took me on a wild goose chase.

Wait, look! I see a bathroom. I bet there is a toilet in there…

I was just sitting there, doing my pee, when an angry voice came from the middle of no-where.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

God? Is that you?

Oh, no, it was Edward – he was standing in front of me.

"I'm doing a pee."

Now, was that not obvious?

Huhhh… jeez Edward.

"But who said you could do it in my bathroom?" I shrugged and mumbled some crap. "Anyway, I need to piss, so get off."

A cunning plan appeared right before me *gasp* it must be a sign!

I opened my legs and sat further back on the toilet seat. "Pee with me! Look! There is space for you to aim through!"

Edward ran his hands through his hair. "Jesus, Bella. How much have you had to drink?"

"Erm….I don't know." I stand up, pull up the ridiculously tight trousers and start towards the sink. I don't feel myself falling, but I must have done, or else Edward wouldn't have grabbed onto my arms. Either that or he wanted to touch my boobies. I think he wanted to touch ma girls.

"Woah, I think you should sit down and sober up a bit."

He then began to lead me from the bathroom and over to his bed. "Are… are you going to pee now?"

"Yes Bella; I'm going to pee."

I sat down on his bed and looked around but barely took anything in. I could only focus on my hands in front of my face… wait a second… oh, my God…

"EDWARD!"

The toilet flushed and Edward ran through, zipping up his fly as he did so. "What? What's wrong?"

I stared intently at my hand, "my fingers are wiggling…"

"Oh, for fuck sake."

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I complained to Edward that he wasn't drunk enough. He brought out a large bottle of Jack Daniels that he had hidden in his room. Half way through the bottle, my head was lolling, I was falling to the side and my hand continuously slapped my face – Edward laughed when I did that, which made me laugh along with him.

Whenever I moved, my trousers slowly slipped down my butt. Urgh, they're like slippery eels. Ha! …boring through your mind, through your tummy, through your anus. Eels!

The Mighty Boosh quote there, bee-tee-double-u. Noel Fielding; enough said.

Google it!

No seriously, Google it.

"Bella… you keep…" Edward had a confused look on his face, "you keep talking…"

"So do you, Austin Powers."

"Mmmmmojo, baby, yeah!"

He actually was dressed as Austin Powers – blue suit, frilly shirt, black-rimmed glasses.

"Who are you meant to be?"

Gasp. Is it not obvious? The leather-eel-pants, chucks, striped t-shirt? "Heeelloooo… I'm Joan Jett!"

"Who?"

Gasp again! "Member of The Runaways. I love rock and roll, put another dime in the jukebox baby?"

Instead of answering, Edward began to sing a little song about dimes. "A dime makes a nickel, a nickel makes a cent, a cent makes a dollar and a dollar makes a… holla at ya, giiiiirl!"

I'm scared.

Urgh, okay, okay, I cannot stand these trousers any more.

"Edward… have you seen girls' legs, before?"

"I've seen more than just the legs…"

"Good, 'cause these bad boys are coming off!"

Soon, I'm lying back on Edward's bed in just my t-shirt and skimpy underwear.

I have had more than enough to drink; Edward and I would look at each other and burst out laughing for no reason whatsoever.

"Hey, Edward."

"Mmmm….?"

"Leeeeeets have some fun, this beat is sick, I wanna take a ride on your disco stick."

"You do? It's a big one!"

Edward doesn't even know what he's saying.

"Coooooome here rude boy, boy, can you get it up? Cooooome here rude boy, boy, is you big enough?"

"Why don't you find out?"

"Tonight I'mma let you be the captain. Tonight I'mma let you do your thing, yeah."

Edward burst into a fit of giggles. He shot one arm into the air, pointing straight at the ceiling. "IIIIIIIII …. LIKE BIG BUTTS AND I CA-NOT LIE! Urgh, it's too warm in here." He then sat up – a little too quickly—stumbled around as he caught onto his balance and started to pull at his trousers.

"PUT YOUR BUTT AWAY" I screamed, lamely throwing a pillow in his direction.

He removed his trousers and then his jacket. He stood there, facing me, with his head dropped forward and one hand rubbing over his face and through his hair.

I rolled onto my front and giggled hysterically.

"What are you laughing at, you…. fucker!"

"You look like Tom Cruise in that movie he was in."

"That one movie where he played that guy?"

"Yeah, that's the one."

"I like that one…"

"Me too!" Oh, my goodness, we're, like, made for each other.

"Right, Bellllllllla, I think we need to finish this drink."

"Mr. Cullen, what a very good idea."

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Hehe. "your nose is really smooth…" Hehe, my finger is stroking his nose.

"Boobies…"

"I have boobies…" I squeezed my chest-twins and giggled. "They're like little piles of dough. Squelch squelch, squelch, squelch."

"Lemeesee."

"What? Edward you're mummmmbling."

"Lemeesee your boobies."

He crawled up, over me and stared down at my face. "No! You're not seeing my girls."

He's still staring at me… "your lips are really smooth." The tip of his finger squashed down on my lips and then brushed over them. "…Bella?"

"What?"

"Have you ever kissed someone?"

I didn't want Edward to know how pathetic I am. Seventeen and never been kissed? He's going to laugh at me. So I cover my face and try to roll over. But he stops me and brings my hands away from my face. "Yes. Okay? Yes I have."

He'll believe me.

"I don't believe you."

…Damn.

"So?"

"So I'm going to change that."

"No you're not."

Edward cocks an eyebrow, "and why not?"

"Because we're drunk and you don't like me."

"I do like you, Bella." His face got lower and lower, "cooooome ooon. You know you want to…"

"One peck."

I'm going to regret this.

"That is all I'm asking for."

"Promise me."

"I promise."

He didn't stick to his promise.

xxx

My panties were pulled down my legs and thrown to the side to join my bra which already lay there. Edward planted a soft trail of kisses from my hips to my jaw. If I hadn't had practically my own body weight in alcohol, I would have certainly put a stop to this. But now, I couldn't. I couldn't find it in me to push him aside or to tell Edward that I felt uncomfortable.

So I continued to copy his movements and allowed him to do whatever he wanted.

Things had gone a little past the peck he had promised.

My hands drifted up the front of his shirt, started from the top, and unbuttoned my way down.

Soon, we had nothing stopping us from completing this… act. All of our clothes had been chucked onto the floor, and now we were as naked as the day we were born.

"Bella, if we don't stop now, we never will."

His words were the first to be spoken since this all started. "Don't."

Where did that come from? Bella! Why did you say that?

Next thing I know, he had nestled his way between my legs. The sober Bella inside of me began to freak out.

Do not lose your virtue to him! C'mon, you're smarter than this!

But Drunk Bella is flipping Sober Bella the finger and encouraging to Edward to get on with it.

I could feel every urge, racing through me like electricity.

Edward bent down to chastely kiss my lips.

Now, I'm no expert – seeing as five minutes ago, I was as innocent as a nun – but I always imagined intercourse taking a bit longer than two minutes. Seriously, it went: thrust, thrust, moan, thrust, exit.

I lay there like a limp noodle; Edward seemed to be buzzing off his recent accomplishment.

He rolled off of me and fell into a deep sleep.

Don't worry, I thought to myself, no-one ever needs to find out.

xxx

Present Day

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Why is finding a course that fits your daily life style so hard?

I need something which will allow me to get the qualifications that I need, to allow me to get the skills without having to go to a University, and one that won't take up too much of my day so I can take care of my son and study at the same time. For as long as I can remember, I've wanted to head to some far-off college, study teaching, and then start a new life. But now I don't have a clue. I don't regret having Draco at all, but I really wish Edward had wrapped it that night so we could have gone our separate ways the next morning and I would have children when I was good and ready. But I can't blame him for all of this. I'm just as guilty as he is.

Talking about my little man, his crying could be heard coming from upstairs. I left my laptop on the kitchen table and went up to my room. My curtains had been closed so the only light that seeped through was the one from the hall. Draco was standing up, holding tightly onto the bars of the crib. Draco is teething right now – he's already got two little top teeth, and each stage is far too irritating for him to handle.

"Hello my baby boy. Did you have a nice nap?" Still holding onto the bars, Draco lowered his bum down to the mattress and then stood up again. "Come on then." As I lifted him free, he dropped his arms down to his sides and rested his head upon my shoulder. I removed his jeans before he slept so to not discomfort him, after checking his diaper (it was still clean) I put them back on him, but changed his pirate t-shirt for a white one which had 'Don't look at me, Daddy made that smell' written on the front – it had been a Christmas present from Emmett. Draco rubbed his flushed cheeks with a fist, I picked up his teething ring from a side table and gave it to him to bite on.

Charlie is busy watching some ice hockey game on TV. I put Draco down on the floor next to a pile of his toys and ran back to grab my laptop. We sit in our comfort for twenty or so minutes. Draco crawled over to me a couple times to show me something and did the same to Charlie too.

"I could do this course," I say to Charlie, reading off the computer screen, "I study at him but I go into college a couple days a week for an hour or two. But I would need to find a child minder for Draco."

"No you wouldn't."

"Yeah I would. I can't take him into a busy college, dad."

"You don't need to. You let him to see Edward for those days. It's not fair to keep him away like this."

"I'm not keeping him away!"

I hate how Charlie is taking his side in all of this. He should stick up for me. "Remind me, Bella, how many times has Edward seen Draco since the accident?" I stay silent. "Twice. Twice in one month, and why do I know that? Because I have been the one to drop him off."

"But he told me he wanted nothing to do with me."

"I doubt he really means that, and he was in a lot of pain at that point, but he didn't say he wanted nothing to do with Draco. Don't let your problems affect their relationship; you'll regret it later."

Dammit, he was right.

"Okay…"

The pointed look he gave me meant he was hinting on something. "There is no time like the present, Bells…"

He's right, but the whole ordeal makes me want to scream. I need to push my nervousness aside and put Draco first – I promised to give him everything that he wants and needs, this being a pivotal part. I have to bite every thought that is telling me this is a bad idea and get it over and done with. If I don't take the first step, I'll never go anywhere.

Draco had crawled back to my feet, this time raising his arms up for my attention. I pulled him up onto my lap. "Would you like to go and see Daddy?"

His eyes lit up and a massive grin crossed his face. "Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da."

"I think that's your answer, Bells."

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Esme greeted us at the door with her usual cheery smile. "Bella! Draco, how lovely it is to see you."

"I hope you don't mind me popping by without any notice." I'm now thinking I should have rung before I came over…

"Oh, not at all; you're family – come over anytime you want." Esme allowed us inside and took Draco from me whilst I slipped off my jacket and shoes. She covered his face in little kisses and rubbed his tummy which made him giggle and squirm in her arms. Alice had recently moved to her college and stays there most of the time instead of travelling over daily which she used to do. It was weird being here without her.

"It must be strange without Alice."

"Oh it really is. Even with the kids the age they are now, they were always shouting at one another and acting like four-year-olds. It's so quiet. You'll know what I mean when it's Draco's turn to fly the nest."

I don't even want to think about. I never want him to grow up.

Right Bella, remember what you came here to do. "Um, I was wondering if I could have a quick chat with Edward?"

"I thought that was why you came here. He's up in his room, I'll look after Draco and you can take as long as you need."

"Thank you, I really appreciate it."

Esme told me how to get to his room, even though I could remember it all too clearly. This was be just a little bit awkward. I knocked on the door, biting back all my nerves and silently chanting that everything is going to be okay. He mumbled a 'come in', probably expecting Esme to walk through with a bundle of laundry. Ha-ha, think again.

"Can… I come in?" Edward was lying on his bed with a book lying out on his chest. He was wearing a red bath robe, boxers, and socks. That's it. The last time I came into this room, I got pregnant. And he's wearing that? Now?

"I said you could, didn't I?"

"Well I didn't know if… if you… if…" stop talking out your ass, Bella and get on with it. "How are you?"

Edward sighed, threw his book to one side and tied his robe tighter. "Breathing."

This is going well…

"How is the, er, the… your leg?"

Because that had to be the first thing you said, didn't it.

"Fucking brilliant. Needing someone to assist you from A to B, barely able to take a piss, not being able to drive or go anywhere. What the fuck do you think? I feel like Lieutenant fucking Dan."

"It was just a question; I'm trying to make a conversation here!"

Using all of his strength, he scooted backwards to sit more comfortably on the bed and then leant to the left, reaching out for the handle of his wheelchair. "Oh, do you need some help?" I began to walk round, but his spiteful words stopped me.

"I don't need your fucking help."

I'm getting fed up with this now and I've only been here five minutes. I watched in silence as Edward pulled the chair over steadied it with his hands and heaved himself onto it. Luckily his other leg could offer a bit of support, but not much to make a difference. He wheeled over to where a jacket hung from a chair. Fishing around in the pockets, he retrieved a packet of cigarettes and a lighter.

"Should you really smoke when you're on medication?"

"Last I checked, you weren't my fucking doctor. So quit telling me what to do."

As he reached the balcony, he turned around to look at me. "I thought you wanted to talk."

"I do…"

"Then get over here – if I have to talk to you I'm going to need nicotine in my blood."

I lean up against the wall and wait for Edward to take a couple draws before beginning any sort of conversation. "What did you want to talk about?"

"I want to start an online course, and I'll have to go to college a couple times a week, so would it be okay if you took Draco when I do?"

"Oh you trust me with him now? "

"Edward I was scared, I wasn't thinking straight… I was…"

"Yeah, we've been through this before. I like how you had to ask me whether or not I would look after him; I thought it would have been obvious by now. But anyway, of course I will."

"Thank you…"

"Anything else you want to say?"

Edward had finished his cigarette, so we went back into his room, I spoke as I walked. "Um… I was talking to Charlie just before I came here, and he made me see that, for Draco's sake, we'll need to at least seem to be friends. We don't want our relationship with him to fall apart just because we can't get along. And if he sees us fighting, it's going to affect him; I never liked seeing my parents fight."

"Remember before he was born we had that conversation, where we decided that even if one of us messes up on something, the other won't take it seriously? We need to think about doing that. Bella, I'm all for what you just said, but we'll need to be able to talk before we can go any further."

"I know, I know. I'm sorry for taking this long to come and talk to you. It's his birthday in a couple of weeks, so we'll need to start organising a party, presents, that sort of thing."

"What with my lack of mobility, I've ordered some presents on line which should be arriving in a couple days, but I'm up for discussing it."

I don't know why, but it made me so happy to hear that – I knew he would have been buying presents, but… yeah, it still made my heart twang ever so slightly.

I clocked the time and remembered everything I had to do before Draco's bedtime. "I'll call you later to organise something, I better get going now. Um, he's just downstairs if you want to come and see him?"

Edward agreed without hesitation. I helped him up onto his crutches and assisted as best I could as he hobbled down the stairs. We found Esme and Draco in the kitchen. He was sitting on Esme's lap with pots of paint, large pieces of paper and some 'masterpieces' he had already finished on the table in front of them. Esme would squeeze some bright coloured paint into one of the pots and Draco would happily shove his hands into it and then rub them all over the paper.

"Look, who's that?" Esme pointed to us over his shoulder.

Draco squealed and bounced around, "ma-ma-mama."

"Good boy, it is mummy. And who's that?"

"Dada!"

As Esme wiped all the paint off his hands, I helped Edward to sit down. As soon as he could, Draco practically fell onto Edward's chest. I instantly felt bad about how little they have seen of each other, Draco clearly loves every second he has with his daddy.

"Did you have fun with Grandma?" Nothing could force Draco's arms from around Edward's neck; how did I not see how much he missed him?

I stood and watched the cutest interaction I had ever seen. Edward would make one facial expression and Draco would copy. He was being his mirror image. Leaning forward slightly, Edward pursed his lips and said: "gimme kisses?" Draco dropped his head, but leant forward also so Edward kissed his nose.

Seriously think my heart just broke.

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A.N. I have a lot going on right now, so if it takes me a little longer than 2 weeks to get the next chapter up, then I'm dreadfully sorry. Forgive me?

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Rosie xx