I realize I just posted the last part of Chapter 4 earlier this morning but since I was behind in posting, I felt I should get this one out ASAP

It's completely original...meaning none of this chapter was in the original story published for the Like Totally 80's contest.

Lemon warning ahead! Take cover if you're sensitive to sexual content, k?

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Chapter 5

Present day…Suburbs of Seattle, WA

Bella's POV

I felt lousy as I left the Café that night. After breaking the news to Edward, I realized I had handled it all wrong. It may have made me uncomfortable, but this should have been done in private, at our home. Not in public, surrounded by strangers. I chastised myself for my poor choice of timing and location.

He had accepted the news, albeit upsetting, with dignity. He really was an honorable man; I couldn't fault him for that. Although I accused him of being moody during our conversation, he had, in fact, controlled his temper rather well. And even though there was no way to let him down easy, he was respectful to me, not throwing my mistakes in my face.

Still, having to make this decision tore at my heart painfully. I still loved Edward, but I was certain we would never be able to work through our differences. The difficult part was he hadn't done anything truly awful. He wasn't abusive and had never been unfaithful. He simply put other things, namely his career, ahead of 'Nes and me. The resentment I felt for not being first in his life paled in comparison to the resentment I felt for him not putting our daughter first.

I took a deep breath as I reached to unlock the door to the house. I walked inside and put my briefcase down on the bench by the door, hung up my keys and coat and walked to the kitchen to make myself some dinner. I decided to reheat some leftover soup. I poured it into a large soup mug and walked out onto the deck, overlooking the lake. I sipped the hot liquid, letting it soothe me as I thought about the difficult choices that would need to be made as we moved forward with our divorce.

There would be no way I could afford to buy out Edward's share of this house in order to stay here. He would definitely have more leverage where our expenses were concerned, considering his salary. Even though he said he wanted me to have the house, I knew it wasn't practical to think he'd let me have it free and clear. It would likely have to be sold.

Tears came to my eyes as I ran my hand along the deck rail, remembering the late nights we would spend out here, rocking 'Nes on the porch swing, because she would beg to watch the water until her eyes closed. She would let the sound of the waves, splashing against the shore, lull her to sleep, as she lay her head on her father's lap, her feet in mine. I remember watching Edward stroke her hair away from her face as she relaxed onto him, and how my heart swelled with pride as I realized the precious person we made together, loved him as much as I did.

I walked back into the kitchen and placed my dishes in the dishwasher before locking the doors and ascending the stairs for bed. I paused at the top of the staircase and looked into our daughter's room. More memories came flooding back and I allowed my tears to fall down. Her whole life, she had been so proud of her room, even though there was only a small view of the lake from her window. She would sit on her window seat for hours on end, simply watching the water.

I entered my bedroom … our bedroom… and was again overcome with emotion. I bent one knee up, and climbed onto the center of the bed, clutching a pillow to my stomach in an attempt to hold myself together. My tears were joined by sobs as I allowed myself to fully release all of the pain in my heart. I cried hard and gasping for breath, recalled all of the times I lay here, alone, waiting for Edward to return home to me. I reached toward the bedside table and switched the light off as I slid my body under the comforter and blankets. Searching my heart for relief that never came.

Present day…Suburbs of Seattle, WA

Edward's POV

I walked into my parent's home late that night, finding Mom and Dad reading their newspapers in the living room. I quietly entered the room, avoiding telling them the truth.

"You're so late, Son. Is everything alright?" Dad asked, sliding his reading glasses to the tip of his nose as he gazed over the top of the paper.

I shook my head, "No. It's not, Dad. I've been out riding around town for hours trying to accept what happened with Bella and me…" I took a deep breath before adding, "She filed for divorce today."

He and mom both put their newspapers down and I told them the whole story. I was devastated, but felt comforted by the support of my parents. Mom simply listened and though I could see this hurt her, she didn't try to interfere. Dad, however, was not as compassionate.

"We need to call my attorney first thing in the morning to see what he can do about freezing your assets. You never know what she might do with full control of your bank accounts…"

"Dad! I've already told you that I have no intention of doing that to Bella." My voice oozed with derision.

"Son, just because she has broken your heart is no reason to make a foolish decision where money is concerned. Do not underestimate her; she has already filed for divorce. There's no telling what she might do next. She could transfer everything you own into her own personal account and leave you penniless forChrist's sake! If you are not going to look out for what's yours, then I will have to do it for you," he insisted.

Finally I shouted at him, "I cannot believe you would even think she was capable of anything like that. This is Bella we're talking about! She's the mother of my child and has been part of this family for 23 years. How could you even make such an accusation?"

He placed his hand on my shoulder in a comforting gesture. "At least talk to him, Edward. I'm not saying you don't have to take his advice, just listen to what he has to say. Then you can do whatever you want. Please?"

"I'll make an appointment for a consultation with him if it will make you feel better." I conceded.

"Thank you, Son. I'll go with you and we can meet with him together if you want." I nodded in agreement, and then told them both goodnight as I slunk, defeated up the stairs.

xoxo

Friday night I was looking over some blueprints for the city council when my phone rang. "Hello?" I answered, distractedly.

"Hi Daddy."

"'Nes! I'm so glad to hear your voice. I miss you, Baby."

"I miss you too, Daddy. That's why I was calling… I was wondering if you'd come over this weekend. Jake and I are painting the apartment, and could use some help." She explained.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world. I can be there first thing. I'll even bring breakfast." I smiled into the phone.

"Thanks, Daddy, I love you."

"I love you too. See you in the morning."

I hung up and smiled to myself as I realized I now had the freedom to make spontaneous plans. This was something new for me, but was rather enjoyable.

Saturday morning I knocked on my daughter's door promptly at 8 o'clock in the morning, a box of pastries and three cups of coffee in hand. 'Nes answered the door wearing a flannel shirt and jeans, hair pulled back into a pony-tail, and looking as beautiful as ever. She placed a kiss on my cheek as I put my arm around her.

Jacob was climbing down a ladder in the living room. "I've been taping the trim so we can get ready to paint. Thank you for coming to help, Mr. Cullen. We really appreciate it."

"Please, call me Edward." I offered, glancing around the room. "What colors are you using?" I asked, looking over the cans of paint stacked on the drop-cloth.

"I picked a sand color for the walls and a dark plum trim." She smiled at me; her eyes looked so much like her mother's that it made my heart ache. "I wanted colors that reminded me of the sunset at home."

"I wasn't so sure about that purple shade at first. But I want whatever makes Nessie happy" Jacob explained.

I chuckled and stared at him. "Nessie?"

"It's my nickname for her, and she likes it," he smiled adoringly at her.

"Mom didn't like it, though." She interjected hesitantly.

I laughed again. "I'll bet she didn't."

The entire morning we painted together, stopping only to refill the paint trays or remove the tape to work on the trim. I was thoroughly enjoying spending the day with the two of them, and especially getting to know Jacob.

"I'm going to get us some cold drinks." Renesmee walked into the kitchen, leaving me alone for a few minutes to talk to Jacob.

"What is your home like, Jacob?" I inquired. I was curious about Native American life.

He started to explain about how his life was growing up on the reservation as we both climbed ladders on opposite side of the window on one wall, cutting in the edge of the trim on either side. Renesmee walked in with a tray of iced tea just as their doorbell rang.

"I hope the neighbors aren't annoyed with the paint fumes." She set the tray down on the floor and ran to answer the door.

Bella's POV

Alice had been worried about me since my split with Edward and asked me to meet her at her art studio Saturday morning. We agreed to spend the morning shopping and afterwards going out to lunch.

"No cell phones," She warned me with a scowl. "Every time we spend the day together you keep your phone out the whole time, just waiting for a message from Edward. Promise me today it'll just be us!"

I laughed at her, taking my phone out and shutting it off. "I promise. Edward and I separated weeks ago, Alice. I don't look for calls or messages from him anymore." I explained to my oldest and closest friend about how I had filed for divorce earlier in the week.

Alice had been married for 22 years to a retired army officer. She had met her husband, Jasper, while she was studying art in Italy after high school. He had been working on the army base there and they had fallen in love immediately. Jasper had grown up in Texas and had an alluring southern drawl, which Alice always said attracted her immediately.

Their first 20 years of their marriage, they were transferred all over the world, and when he retired last year, he agreed to settle in Seattle, so she would be close to her family. He was currently working as a recruiter and she had a small art studio where she specialized in pen and ink drawings. She had a rather eclectic clientele and was able to earn enough to keep her dressed in designer fashions.

We headed into the mall near her studio and spent the day laughing lightheartedly while we shopped. Alice spent more than I earned in a month, and I purchased a few new pieces of clothing for work. Our last stop of the afternoon was a small boutique.

"Alice, come look at this!" I stared at the display in front of me.

She skipped up beside me and admired the piece. "Oh my gosh! That's a dream catcher, handmade from stained glass! It's beautiful!" She commented.

"Yeah it is. I just helped 'Nes pick out paint for her and Jake's new apartment and this would look incredible in their front window!"

She talked me into buying it for them and having it gift wrapped. I hugged Alice goodbye when we arrived at her car and we made a promise to play a girls day out once a month. After she drove away in her car, I decided I would pick up dinner for 'Nes and Jake and deliver their gift before heading out of the city. I stopped at the market and bought steak and lobster tails and managed to make it to their apartment by 2:00 p.m.

The stairs to their second story apartment were steep and narrow. I managed to successfully maneuver my way to their door, arms laden with a two shopping bags and my purse. I pressed the doorbell with one finger and waited.

Renesmee answered the door, covered in spattered paint, but a wide smile on her face. "Hi, Mom. What are you doing here?"

"I was shopping in the city with Alice and found a housewarming gift for you and Jake. Since I knew you'd be painting today, also brought you dinner. I hope that's okay…"

She reached to take the grocery bag from my hands. "Of course it's okay. Umm, come on in. I'll think you'll be surprised by the way the living room looks." She smiled a sideways smile, just like her father and I had bite my tongue to keep from commenting.

We walked from the foyer into the kitchen as she put the food in the fridge. She poured me a glass of iced tea and handed it to me, taking the gift-wrapped box from my hands. "Jake!" She called loudly. "Mom is here and she brought us a housewarming present."

I followed her into the living room and immediately stopped in my tracks. There stood Edward, up on a ladder, painting the woodwork around the window. He was wearing faded blue jeans that flattered his sexy rear end, and just looking at him made me want to do unmentionable things to his body. I turned my eyes away and scowled at our daughter. She shrugged slightly and handed both Jake and her father a glass of iced tea.

"Why don't you two take a break? Jake, come down and open our gift?" They both put their brushes into the paint cans and stepped down their ladders.

Edward took a long sip of tea before acknowledging me. "Bella," he nodded casually, only making brief eye contact.

"Good to see you, Edward." I answered politely.

It had been less than a week since I told him I'd filed for divorce and this unexpected meeting felt uncomfortable. Obviously it was too soon for me, as I'm sure it also was for him.

I shuffled my feet nervously as Jake reached for me, giving me a casual hug. "We'll have to sit in the kitchen. All of our furniture is rearranged until we finish painting." The four of us sat at the kitchen table, sipping our drinks while Renesmee and Jake opened their gift.

"Oh, Mom! This is perfect! Thank you." She leaned over and gave me a hug and kiss.

"Thank you, Mrs. Cullen." Jake began and then smiled awkwardly.

"You're welcome, Jake, but please call me Bella." He nodded in agreement and I explained about the boutique where I bought it. "If you don't like it, I won't be offended if you'd rather exchange it for something else…"

"You couldn't have picked out anything more perfect. Dream catchers are part of Jake's culture and the colors match my obsession with the beach and sunset."

"Well, I'm glad you both like it. Listen, I brought enough dinner for three, so please enjoy your evening together as my treat. I'll come back and see the room when you're finished." I stood up to leave when Edward finally spoke up.

"Bella, don't leave on my account. I'm only here to help with the painting. Why don't you all enjoy your dinner together and I'll come back and finish the painting tomorrow?"

Renesmee clucked her tongue in annoyance. "Can't we all have dinner together?"

"'Nes, I've been here all day. It's your Mom's turn to spend time with you. She went to all the trouble to plan a special evening with you and Jake and I don't want to intrude," he reasoned.

Renesmee cast a brief, pleading glance at me and I understood that she wanted me to invite him to stay.

"Edward, I'd be pleased for you to join us for dinner." I smiled genuinely at him and out of the corner of my eye, I saw our daughter relax in relief.

He seemed to ponder my words for a moment before answering. "I'd like that, thank you Bella. Let me go get cleaned up first. Then maybe Jake and I will run down to the corner store and pick up something to go with dinner?" He offered.

I nodded. "Maybe salad and bread?" He agreed and went to wash up while Renesmee and I organized the kitchen to start dinner.

"Thank you for inviting Dad." She handed me a stack of plates from the dishwasher to put in the cupboard.

"Your father and I aren't enemies, 'Nes."

"I know that, Mom. It's just hard for me to see you apart. I love you both so much…" Her voice cracked with emotion and I turned to look at the hurt in her eyes.

I pulled her into my arms for a hug. "Baby, everything is going to be fine. Please don't let our issues upset you. You should be concentrating on your relationship with Jake now…"

"Nessie, your dad and I are leaving for the store. Do you want me to …" Jake stopped his sentence mid-stream. "Is everything okay?" He asked, his eyes narrow with concern.

I shrugged. "We're just having a mother-daughter moment." 'Nes laughed and handed him a shopping list that was attached to the fridge.

Jake gave her a kiss before walking out the door with Edward while Renesmee and I continued working in the kitchen.

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Dinner was casual and relaxing. We regaled Jake with tales of Renesmee's childhood as he laughed, wanting to know more about what she was like growing up.

"You had your parents wrapped around your finger," he teased.

She rolled her eyes in mock surprise. "I think it took me until about age four to realize that!" She laughed. "There was this one time I begged to spend the weekend with Coach… Remember, Mom?"

I nodded. Of course I remembered!

"So Mom and Dad met Coach half way between our house and Forks and he drove me back to his house for what was supposed to be the weekend. By bedtime the first night I called them crying that I was homesick, so they drove back to pick me up."

"That's almost a four hour trip!" Jake exclaimed.

"Yes but they did it anyway. Because they love me!" She gushed.

"By the way, why do you call your grandfather Coach?"

"That's my fault," Edward admitted with a chuckle. "It's because before I started dating Bella, we were hanging out at her house and Coach told me Edward, here at my house, you can call me Charlie, okay? And trying to be funny I told him, whatever you say, Coach! From then on the name just stuck. I've always called him that and when 'Nes was old enough to talk she started copying me and called him that too."

"Funny thing is, I don't even remember that conversation between my dad and Edward." I explained.

Edward smiled at me and raised his eyebrows, "That's because you were asleep."

I smiled and blushed. "You always say that, I don't even know when that could have happened."

"That's between me and Coach." Edward smiled again and I quickly turned my face away, realizing how much he still affected me.

"The really funny thing is it was Coach who nicknamed me 'Nes. He says he did it to annoy Dad but it really bothered Mom more."

We both agreed with what Renesmee was saying and continued to talk more about our families. Jake told us about how he grew up with only his Dad and two sisters after his mom died. I glanced at Edward a few times during the meal and admired him so much for being able to sit here and have a meal at the same table with me, only a few days after I had asked him for a divorce. He was strong, still so handsome and I really admired this man. Who was still my husband.

Edward's POV

I was surprised everyone else in the room couldn't see my heart leaping out of my chest when Bella walked into the room. I could only casually glance at her because she was so beautiful it made me long to hold her. The past few days had been the most painful of my life, and I still wanted her desperately.

When we finally sat down to dinner, it was an unexpectedly comfortable and enjoyable meal. Bella and I sat across from each other with 'Nes and Jake in between us. It couldn't have been any more difficult if they had sat us beside each other. Because clearly, having her gorgeous face directly across from me wasn't easy. I wondered if it was difficult for her as well.

When 'Nes brought up that weekend visit to Coach's house I chuckled inwardly at the memory. That weekend had been planned well in advance and our daughter had no idea how difficult it was for us to choose to travel that distance to pick her up, instead of going ahead with our original plan.

I remember walking into our apartment that night, after having just traveled the two hours there and back again to meet Coach.

Bella put her arms around me and kissed me seductively. "Take the phone off the hook," She begged, pulling her lips away from mine.

"Bella, we can't do that. What if Coach needs us for something?" I justified.

She sighed and reluctantly agreed. "Let me go get changed. Give me five minutes, okay?" She teased, whispered seductively, standing up on her tip-toes to kiss my lips.

"Mmm," I moaned in agreement. The minute she was out of sight, I rushed into the bathroom and brushed me teeth, anxious to get the evening started. This was our first weekend alone in four years and we were both more than ready. I heard Bella's voice call me from our bedroom and I cleared my throat, realizing I was slightly nervous about this.

I walked into the room, and found she had candles lit all around, with soft music playing. I turned my head and saw my beautiful wife standing beside. She was wearing a deep blue silk negligee with matching panties. The bottom part of the nightgown barely covered her cute behind. "Wow, Bella. You look amazing."

"Thank you," she sighed as I took her into my arms and kissed her passionately.

"I love this nightgown…" I moved my lips to kiss her shoulder.

She giggled, "It's called a baby-doll."

I picked her up and wrapped my arms around her tighter, as she opened her mouth, allowing my tongue to explore her mouth. She tasted so sweet and delicious. I slid my hands into her soft hair and guided her to the bed.

"I love you, Edward." She sighed deeply into my mouth.

"I love you," I told her, before sliding my hands up her thighs and stopping at the edge of her panties. I looked down at her seductively before slipping my fingers underneath the elastic and sliding them down over her legs.

She wrapped her legs around behind me and hooked them together at the ankles, pulling me even closer to her warm center.

I chuckled into her bare shoulder. "You'll have to loosen your grip for a second so I can take my jeans off."

I stood up and removed my jeans, followed by my boxers and shirt. I looked down at her as she lay there in front of me and realized I wasn't going to be able to wait much longer to make love to her.

Bella and I already made love every chance we had but having this time alone, without our daughter here, was a much needed change in routine. I was looking forward to taking my time with her tonight. I had dreamed all day of having my way with her, without interruptions.

"Honey, I don't want to wait, please take me now." She sat up slightly and propped up on her forearms. She looked at me quizzically and I smiled back at her.

"I was just thinking the same thing."

I knelt down on the bed in front of her and lifted her baby-doll over her head; she helped by raising her arms up. I tossed the blue silk aside and ran my hands down her sides, ending at her hips.

As I lifted myself over her and started to slide in to her heat I heard her gasp a strangled sound of pleasure. I kept my movements as slow as possible at first, before starting to pump in and out faster. Her desire increased, which was demonstrated by the speed of her writhing below me. Her moist and heated center began to spasm and I knew she was ready.

"Bella, hold on a few more seconds. Let me catch up?" I begged.

She nodded and I grasped her hips harder and thrust deeper, hitting the full depth of her until she cried out in pleasure. The second her climax began, I moved my mouth to kiss her throat, caught up in the intensity of feeling her grip me with her strong pelvic muscles. The waves of pleasure hit her hardest just as my release began. And the phone rang…

"Daddy!" Renesmee's voice startled me out of my dream.

I shook my head, realizing I had been daydreaming. "Sorry, honey. What was your question?"

"I asked you if you would help us choose paint for the kitchen next." She eyed me suspiciously. I wondered briefly if she could have possibly perceived what I had been fantasizing about.

I listened intently now to what my daughter was saying about her ideas for the kitchen, as I glanced at Bella in the seat across from me. She was wearing an incredibly adorable blush and I realized she must have been remembering the same thing I had been.

Hmm, was that a flash of desire in her eyes?

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the update. Bella realizes she still has feelings for Edward but those feelings aren't enough to change her mind...at least not yet. Will she forgive him sooner, or later? What's your guess?

Review and I'll send you a teaser of the next chapter ... which will be their first time making love! Looking forward to reviews. TTYL~D