Thank you to whoever nominated me to the "Pregnant Bella and Dad-ward" community! I was quite shocked to go to one of my favorite communities and see my story right at the top of the list!

Also, I'm sorry for not posting sooner. Life has been cuh-razy with exams and vacation and blah blah blah. Plus I've been focusing on my other work in progress, "Aftershocks." But I think there will be two more chapters of PD after this one, and then it will be complete.

Chapter Fourteen: "The Talk" Edward's POV

"Did you have a good Sinterklaas, sweet love?" I asked my daughter as I drove toward our apartment, already missing the scent of Bella in my car. I wondered if it would be weird to just lean over and sniff the leather seat.

"Yeah!" Emmy exclaimed. "We should invite Emerson and Bella over for Christmas!"

I laughed softly. "I think they already have plans with Emerson's grandpa," I said a little sadly. "But maybe New Year's? I'll have to talk to Bella about it."

"That's a good idea," she agreed. "Can Emerson come over tomorrow?"

"I don't know, baby girl."

"Or tonight?"

I grinned at her in the rearview mirror. "Emmy, Bella has a life, too. She has to work and take care of her house and everything. Plus Emerson probably likes to have alone time with his mommy."

"I know," she sighed. "I just really like playing with him."

"I know you do. I'm really glad you have such a good friend," I said sincerely.

"Daddy?" she asked me softly, looking down at the plastic brontosaurus she always kept in my Volvo.

"Yeah?" I asked, a little hesitant because her cheeks were suddenly blushing red.

"Why did you kiss Bella?"

I bit my lip that still tasted a little like my girlfriend. Well…I might as well just go ahead and call her that. "Because I like her as more than a friend," I admitted. Suddenly, I realized that she might use this as an excuse to go kiss boys, and my daddy instincts sent me backtracking. "And Bella and I are adults and we're allowed to kiss each other because of that."

She kind of blinked at me for a few seconds, and then she nodded. "Ohhhh. Okay."

"Are you okay with that, my love?" I asked gently.

She pursed her lips together, deep in thought. "Um…yeah, I guess. It means I get to play with Emerson more."

There was something about the way she said his name that sent chills down my spine. Not that it was creepy or eerie or anything. It just scared the living daylights out of me. Her voice grew very soft around his name, and a dreamy expression crossed her face. And then she would start to blush.

"Yeah," I said listlessly, trying not to think about my little girl having a crush.

"Daddy, can I ask a question?"

I chuckled. "Emmy, you ask more questions than most adults I know. I'm always open to your questions."

She grinned guiltily. "Yeah, I know. Um, is Bella your love, too?"

I had just pulled into the parking lot of my apartment complex. I put the car in park and turned to stare at her. "Wait, what?"

"You always call me your 'love'," she explained quietly. "Do you call Bella that?"

I cut the engine, hopped out of the car, opened the back door, and swiftly pulled her out of her car-seat. I held her close to my chest and stared into her green eyes—my green eyes—as I spoke. "Emily Juliet, you are my only love. I love you so much more than I could ever love Bella. One day I might fall in love with Bella, but you are always my first love."

"I know that," she assured me. "I just don't want to share that name with anyone."

I smiled and kissed the tip of her nose. "I'll try to limit it to just you. If you hear me accidentally call Bella that, and it bothers you, tell me. You know that Grandma calls me her love, just like she calls Grandpa her love. And you, and Aunt Alice, and Uncle Jasper…it's just a natural thing to say. But if you don't like me calling anyone else that, then that name will be reserved for you."

She smiled a genuine smile full of sunshine, and kissed my cheek. "Good. I love you, Daddy."

"I love you too, sweet love," I replied, kissing her and holding her tight. "Are you up for some hot apple cider?"

"Yes, please!"

I grabbed our bag and Emmy's candy and managed to carry them inside while I still held her. I ran to kick the heat on and then went to the kitchen with Emmy.

"I wonder if Emerson likes cider," she pondered as I pulled the jug out of the refrigerator.

"I don't know," I admitted.

"Emerson loves his chocolate dinosaurs."

"I'm sure."

"Do you know what else Emerson loves, Daddy?"

I turned to look at her between pouring mugs of cider. "What's that?"

"Me," she said proudly.

You know how when you hear something brutally shocking it's like a train is rushing through your head? Your temples ache, your ears ring, and your throat suddenly feels raw.

I had the entire Trans-Siberian Railway chugging through my brain.

"Whoa, whoa, wait," I said, the big green monster of jealousy clawing his way out of my heart. "Baby girl, you're five years old."

She gave me an arrogant glance. "Yeah, I'm in kindergarten now, Daddy."

"That's my point," I muttered.

The silence was thick for a few minutes as I pondered this. Finally, I came up with a good argument. "What about Uncle Jasper, Emmy?"

She shrugged. "I can have two boyfriends." She turned to leave the kitchen.

"Whoa, hold your horses," I said, pulling her back to me. "You cannot have two boyfriends. You can't even have one boyfriend, except for Uncle Jasper."

"Jessica is Mike's girlfriend and Tyler's girlfriend," she replied, rolling her eyes in that adorable way of hers that marked her as a true ball-buster…at least, where her daddy was concerned.

"That's not good," I said simply. "I can't have two girlfriends. If Bella was my girlfriend and Rosalie was also my girlfriend, they would both feel very hurt."

She sighed. "I guess that's true. So what do I do?"

"I'm Team Jasper," I admitted. At least he's a good sport about pretending.

"What do you mean?" she asked me.

I sighed. "Maybe you should…think about this…choice."

She rolled her eyes again. "Fine. Can I have my cider?"

"Yeah, let me warm it up."

After we finished our cider, Emmy went to her bedroom to play. Which was good. I was physically exhausted from my late night with Bella, but now I was mentally exhausted from my discussion with Emmy. I had no idea how I was going to handle The Sex Talk when she was old enough for that. Hey, sweetie! I brought you one of Grandpa's medical textbooks. I want you to study it carefully. Oh, and here's a chastity belt…you'll understand after you read all four-hundred pages.

I grabbed my cell phone and went and laid down on my bed. Bella was already on speed dial, so I dialed her instantly.

"Hey, handsome," she said happily. It sounded like she had a trace of a giggle in her voice.

Her voice calmed me down quickly, but I still had news to share. "You're not going to believe this," I said lowly so Emmy wouldn't hear.

"What?" she asked curiously.

I sighed and squeaked out my complaint like a puppy being kicked repeatedly. "My daughter is in love with your son. What am I supposed to do about this?"

I hate repeating conversations from different points of view, so I just left it there since we heard it from Bella's side.

Since there are only two chapters left, does anyone want to review as much as possible before it's over? Ha.