I couldn't help but notice the review from KCRey1213, who seems a bit confused of the timeline of the events in the series. In the first book "Birthmark" Edward had been in the hospital, taking "training" rounds, he had been given Bella as a patient, just thinking he would be checking out a patient. He didn't know he would be delivering a child. He did indeed go to school at this point.

If you paid attention to the chapters, you noticed that Zander has only referred to Edward and Bella as his parents when he is with them privately at lunch; no other students hear the conversations between the Cullen's.

Hope this cleared up any confusion.

Bella's Point of View

I was beginning to really worry about Charlie. He hasn't been over for months, the last he had been around, Zander had only been a baby, and he would surely know something was wrong, if he saw that Zander was grown almost to my own age. But he did keep in contact with us by phone, all up until a few weeks ago.

I was thinking about going to visit him, just to make sure he was alright, I'm sure he was fine, but there was just a nagging feeling inside of me that something wasn't right.

"We are going to be right back," I heard Edward say.

Glancing back towards the house, I took in Zander's bright smile as he watched from the front door. "Alright, tell grandpa Charlie I said hi," He spoke cheerfully.

With that, Edward came zooming to the car, sitting perfectly still in the driver's seat, giving me his charming crooked smile. "Ready to go love?"

"As I'll ever be,"

Edward and I had decided it was time to tell Charlie of the proposal, Rene and Phil was already aware, but I was really worried about his reaction to this. He has been there for me through a lot, and I knew it was hard on him that I've been living with the Cullen's.

As we pulled into the driveway, I noticed Edward pause, going completely still.

"Edward, what is it?"

His eyes flashed to me for a moment, worry dancing in his eyes.

"Bella…"

Something was wrong; I knew that right away, suddenly I caught a wife of staled air. It was easy to pick out single scents, so when my throat began to burn at the smell of blood, reality hit me.

Quickly I got out of the car, going straight into the house, "Dad," I called out, anxiety hitting the pit of my stomach when there was no answer.

I followed the smell of blood, going to his room, taking in his figure, lying still in his bed. The first thing I noticed was how pale he looked. Even his lips were a colorless shade of pale. He was so still, not even the slightest movement of the rise and fall of his chest could be detected. That's when I realized there was no heartbeat in the room.

"Dad," I said gently, moving close to him, falling to my knees in front of his bed, I could feel agony stabbing at my heart, and sorrow spiraling down my core.

My body trembled, sobs falling off my lips, my shoulders heaving, but no tears would come out. The pain was overwhelming; I hadn't felt such a pain since my turn. It was almost too much to stand, until Edward's gentle touch brought me back to my feet.

"I'm so sorry Bella," He spoke quietly, pulling me to his chest, his hands rubbing soothing circles on my back. His smooth lips touched my forehead, and for a second, I was ok.

"How did this happen?" I voiced between my trembling lips, I couldn't unhook my arms from around him; it was the only thing keeping me together.

"Did you notice the second scent in this room?" He asked quietly, his hand traveling up my back to play with my hair, obviously trying to distract my thoughts, but nothing would, not this time.

Taking in a breath, I did recognize another scent, it had seemed familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on who it was. I looked back up into Edward's topaz eyes for clarification.

"Riley," His voice was gentle, but his expression held nothing but seriousness.

At this, two dominant emotions hit me, fury, and guilt. Riley was out for vengeance, that much was clear, he had targeted Charlie, because he knew Charlie was weak, unprotected, and mattered a lot to me. This was entirely my fault, I had put Charlie in danger, I could never forgive myself for something like this.

I had to keep my eyes away from Charlie, I couldn't look at him like this, it was… the most horrible feeling in the world to know, that your father… was dead, all because of you.

"This is all my fault," I muttered, my eyes sinking to the ground.

Edward's finger was now at my chin, and firmly made me look up to look in his eyes. For a minute I was completely distracted by his golden orbs, peering into me with the most sullen look. "Bella, this was not your fault, don't you dare say that,"

"But it is, Charlie wouldn't be… like this- I couldn't bring myself to say dead. "If it wasn't for me," I lightly bit my lip, feeling grief take over my expression. I couldn't hold it back any longer.

Edward's eyes softened as he analyzed me, again pulling me to his chest, taking a deep breath before speaking again. "I know this is going to be hard, but this wasn't your fault Bella, we should have been paying closer attention to Charlie, we should have taken Riley getting away more seriously."

I listened to Edward's words with a heavy heart, and knew that he was partially right. We weren't exactly worried about Riley, he didn't have any special abilities, and he didn't seem the least bit intimidating when we had been fighting in the clearing. We just figured that he would flee Forks and never return.

But then I recalled Edward's words, soon after the whole fight had been over. Victoria had fooled Riley, into thinking that she would be his mate for life, she led him to believe that she loved him; in return he loved her with every fiber of his being.

When Edward had taken the final blow to Victoria, detaching her head from her body, sending it flying with just one lean motion, that's what started this. Riley at that point, was focusing so much on staying alive, that he didn't begin any planning of avenging his mate, not until afterwards.

Of course, I didn't blame Edward for this, it wasn't his fault; he was doing this to protect us; if it was anyone's fault it had to be the wolves.

If Billy wouldn't have gotten Jacob to come around to spy on me, he wouldn't have been there when the vampires showed up, nor would the wolves. James and his gang would have just moved on. Zander wouldn't have been bitten, Charlie wouldn't be dead, everything would have worked out so much better.

"This isn't your fault Bella, I promise you, everyone can be put to fault by this, but no matter who takes the blame, it doesn't change the situation,"

Slowly I nodded, knowing that he was right, as usual.

I let myself fall more into his arms, hugging him closer, needing to feel his comforting embrace now more than ever. His strong arms came around me tighter, his lips on my forehead for a moment, before leaning down to rest his cheek on the top of my head.

There was no way of telling for sure how long we stayed like this, Edward whispered in my ear sweet nothings for possibly hours, until I felt I had the strength to move, and turn my back on this nightmare.

Riley better watch out, because now, it was personal.

Zander's Point of View

The moment mom and dad came back home, I noticed right away that something had gone wrong. My mom never looked to… lifeless, I couldn't think of a time that I had ever seen her so unhappy. Right away, I sent up to my room, where I paced back and forth for a while.

I hated not knowing what was going on, I was anxious to hear what was going on with my mom, but something told me I wasn't going to be getting any explanation tonight. I'm guessing that grandpa Charlie hadn't taken the news well of the wedding.

Slowly I sat down on my bed, glancing around my darkened room for a moment, wishing that I had something to read, something to get my thoughts off of the current situation.

Heaving a sigh I laid down, glancing over to the digital clock sitting on my nightstand, it was 11. This was the usual time I was sent to bed, and usually I was just tired enough that I would have no problem drifting off to sleep, but not tonight.

Flashes of a beautiful face danced around in my mind, a melodious voice cascaded from the glory of the woman I had talked with just today. Her sweet voice could bring the smile on the face of even the dead; to even the most soulless creature of existence.

I felt the room spinning around me for a second, so I forced my eyes closed, letting myself focus just on her. Brooke. The girl that hadn't left my thoughts since the day I had first witnessed her unchanging magnificence.

Why was it so hard for me to speak, when it came to her? Was it the knots that tied up my stomach when she came near me, the butterflies bouncing around inside of me when her eyes met mine, or was it the inability to breathe correctly when I saw that gorgeous smile on her face?

All of it was permanently branded in my every thought, and danced freely around my heart, giving it squeezes at random times; which again makes breathing that much more difficult.

She was utter perfection, yet there was still so much I didn't know of her, such as the confidence in her walk, yet the shyness clearly painted on her features. The way her chocolate brown eyes would dart away when they met mine. The stunning blanket of red that came to her cheeks when I spoke to her alone. What did all of this mean? I wish I knew, I wanted to ask someone, anyone about this, but I didn't know who I could turn to.

My dad might be the best one to go to for things like this, he was a lot like me, and he understood people more than anyone else, not only because of his gift of reading their minds. I suppose mom was really observant as well, so I'm sure she could help me to… but she is upset right now. I didn't want to bother her.

I continued to lie still, keeping my eyes closed as I thought about Brooke. How her perfect strawberry blonde hair twirled around her flawless body as we had stood face to face for the first time.

We had run into each other in the parking lot, I couldn't stop myself, I had to say something. The complete look of surprise filled her face as she had realized I was talking to her, actually had shocked me.

She was very shy, but her kindness was genuine. I was able to get a bit more information about her as we chatted. She had moved here from across the country, from the state of Pennsylvania. Her parents had been looking for a more peaceful, and rusty place to live, so they decided Forks was just perfect for them.

I couldn't help myself; I wanted to know more about her; this amount of information just wasn't enough for me. My mom had been right, getting to know her was a good idea, there was so much that I wanted to know.

Hopefully someday, she would… find me as interesting as I find her…

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