Chapter 5

BPOV

When I got home, Charlie was waiting on the porch with Sophie. She giggled when I took her in my arms. Charlie had to leave as soon as possible. We waved bye and I walked inside to get on some dry clothes.

I got Sophie a bottle and fed her. I'll probably have to feed her again, because she likes to eat a lot. I did my homework while I rocked Sophie with my foot in her rocker. I then ate a sandwich and waited for 5 o' clock to get here.

It couldn't get here fast enough. I paced back and forth across the living room, while Sophie watched me. I heard a knock at the door and my heart lurched with excitement. I smiled and ran to the door. I threw it open and looked at the man standing before me.

He was wearing a blue button up shirt with jeans, and his hair was wet and down in front of his eyes from the pouring rain.

I smiled at him and Edward smiled back.

"Can I come in?" he asked. I stepped aside and let him in.

"I want you to meet someone," I said, becoming nervous.

"Who?" he asked. He leaned his head a little towards the living room where Sophie was. He was reading her mind.

"Hey, you cheater! Stop listening!" I said, whacking his chest softly. He sighed and nodded his head, smiling his crooked smile.

I took his hand and lead him to the living room. I went over to Sophie and picked her up. I turned back to him and slowly walked over to him.

He stared at her. Just starring, with an open mouth. He saw his hair, his eyes, his face in her. I knew he did. Everyone else does. I stopped in front of him. He looked back up at my face, with questions full in his eyes.

"This is Sophie. Your daughter," I said. I watched his face as he took in that information.

"Daughter?" he asked.

I nodded.

"When….."he trailed off, unable to finish his sentence.

"After the accident. That's when I found out," I said.

"At my house….." he trailed off again.

"Yes, that night at your house, when we were alone. When we first made love," I said.

He looked back down at Sophie. They locked eyes. I think he was listening to her thoughts.

"Can I?" he asked looking at me again.

I smiled and handed her to him. He held her close to his body, as if she was a delicate flower. He just stared at her, and she stared back. I moved to his side where Sophie's head was at. I twisted her small curls in my finger. She was smiling a toothless grin up at Edward.

"She knows who her daddy is," I said, leaning my head on Edward's shoulder.

I looked up at his face and saw a smile form on it. I kissed his cheek and looked down at our daughter. We stayed that way for a while, until Sophie's mouth formed a huge 'o' and closed her green eyes.

"Where's her crib?" Edward asked, looking down at me.

"Follow me," I said, taking a sleeping Sophie from him and going upstairs to my room.

I set Sophie down in the crib and pulled her blanket over her body. I turned to Edward, who turned to me. He pulled me in his arms and leaned his forehead on mine and closed his eyes.

"I wish I could have experienced it all with you. The cravings, the mood swings, Sophie's birth," he said, quietly, not to wake up Sophie.

"Ssh," I said, putting my finger tips to his lips. "It's not your fault. You were almost murdered, but you were saved. You're here now and that's all that matters."

"I know," he whispered.

I opened my eyes to find Edward starring at me. His lips were so close to mine. He leaned a little closer. We both closed our eyes again and he brushed his lips against mine. He kissed me firmly when my hand snaked up to his hair and his hands went to my hips.

I traced his lower lip with my tongue. He pushed me back until the back of my knees hit my bed. I grabbed her shirt as I fell back on the bed. He lowered himself on me, never disconnecting our lips. I flipped over so I was on top of him, straddling his waist. My hands went to his shirt and I started unbuttoning the buttons on there. I got it unbuttoned and I started tracing the planes of his now hard chest with my fingernails, lightly.

Edward shivered and then pulled away and we were both panting.

"Bella, we can't. I'm a lot stronger than I use to be and I could hurt you," he said, breathless.

I sighed and rolled off of him. My hair fanned around me as I calmed my breathing.

"I have some videos of my pregnancy. We can watch them if you want," I said after a few minutes of silence. I looked over at him. He was smiling at me. I knew he missed that experience, thank God, but it would make him happy.

He nodded and pulled me off the bed. I intertwined our hands. He was looking longingly at Sophie, afraid to leave her. I smiled at his thoughtfulness.

"She'll be here when we come back," I said. He looked at me and nodded.

We headed downstairs, and I started searching through the DVDs. I found the one that was titled, "Bella's Pregnancy From Hell." My mom is so funny. Not!

"Nice," Edward commented, looking at the title.

"Mothers," I muttered, popping it in and sitting on the couch in Edward's lap.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Ready," he said.