Stephenie has it all. I just decided to play with her characters and add some of mine.

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PS1: For those that don't know, I posted outtakes for this story. It's about Edward. And I'm working on more outtakes right now.

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We walked for about fifteen minutes until Edward stopped in front of a brownstone. It was a small apartment complex, probably around ten apartments. It was old and looked kind of bad.

Edward seemed paralyzed, looking at the door, his hand squeezing mine.

This is payback for what you'll do to him when you are in labor.

Whoa! Labor? Why am I thinking about that?

"Come on," he whispered, tugging me toward the door.

I was too shocked by my own train of thoughts to disagree. And we were here.

We climbed three flights of stairs, Edward looking around and then he stopped in front of a door. Number six. The MASENS it said under the number.

He gulped, his shaky hand rising to knock, but then it dropped to his side as he gulped air.

"We don't have to do it," I whispered, rubbing his arm.

"We're here," he murmured. "Just…give me a moment."

I kept rubbing his arm, whispering encouraging words to him until he finally knocked. No one answered and I thought this emotional rollercoaster was in vain. Then Edward pounded his fist in the door.

There was a loud bang from inside and a second later, the door opened and Ed stood there looking disorientated. Was he sleeping? Considering it was three in the afternoon, he could have been napping.

His eyes widened. "Edward! This is a surprise," he exclaimed. I was glad he didn't call him Anthony. "Hello, Bella," he said to me.

"Uh, hi," Edward mumbled, shifting uncomfortably. I just nodded and smiled tightly.

"Do you want to come in?"

We nodded, mostly I did, Edward just stared somewhere past Ed's shoulder. We stepped inside and I kept a strong hold on his elbow, afraid he'd fall.

"Liz is working. She should be back soon if you want to wait," Ed told us. "Come on. Show her to the living room, it hasn't moved from where it was. I'll bring something to drink."

"Fuck," Edward groaned, closing his eyes.

"Edward?" I asked worried. He was turning green.

"Okay, I'm okay." He toed his shoes off and put them against the wall. Something told me it was a habit because I always stripped over them when I was in his room. I did the same, putting mine next to his.

He took my hand again and led me to the living room. I wanted to see what he was seeing, to understand more, but he looked dazed. His eyes roamed around the room, settling on the coach then, on the far corner of the room, on the TV, on the plant in the corner. After heaving a sigh, he sat on the couch, dragging me on his lap. I couldn't complain.

I stroked the side of his head, kissing his temple. "Is it bad?"

He shrugged, burrowing his face in my neck. "I'm glad you're here. With me."

"Of course, I am! I wouldn't have allowed you to do this alone."

"I hope this is okay," Ed said, bringing three glasses with him. "It's Pepsi Lemon."

"It's called Pepsi Twist," Edward grumbled. "Thanks."

Ed shrugged. "I just drink, don't care of the name."

"So why aren't you at work?" Edward asked, wrapping an arm around my waist.

"I just finished my latest case and I have to look over the next pressing matter. I should have expected a visit from you, especially after last night," he said, shaking his head. "I told Lizzie we shouldn't go, but she insisted."

"I was just…shocked," Edward mumbled.

"I guess congratulations are in order, right?"

Edward shrugged. "Yeah," he mumbled again.

"Why don't you show Bella your old room?"

Edward jumped to the opportunity to be away from him. We went through the small and narrow hallway to the last room. He stepped inside the room, leaving me in the doorway.

I watched as he went to the bed and sat down, touching the bed sheet. It was like they hadn't come in this room. On the bed was a Batman sheet and on every surface was dust. The colors from the bed sheet were faded and it was ripped on a side.

"Oh!"

I glanced at Edward, seeing him inspecting something small. I approached and saw a tiny car that used to be a prize at chewing gum. I hadn't seen those in years. He met my eyes, grinning.

"I forgot this. I didn't go anywhere without it when I really little."

I smiled, sitting next to him. "Yeah, I know about that. I used to have a bunny that was twice as big as me…I never left without him," I giggled.

"Yes." Edward nodded. "I always wanted a silver car just like this."

"Well, you have a silver car. I'm sure it's better than….whatever brand this is."

"Do you still have that lion?" Ed asked from the doorway, making us jump by his sudden appearance.

"Yeah, I do. It looks horrible, though."

"I'm sure. You were glued to it." Ed shook his head. "Half an hour of pleadings and wails, that's how much it took me to take you away from the lions."

Edward smirked, looking down at the car. "I still like them."

"If you ever go to the zoo together, don't take him to the lions. You won't leave until the closing hours," Ed told me seriously.

"Oh, come on, I wasn't that bad! I didn't stay long!" Edward protested, but I could see the fear in his eyes as he talked.

I put my hand on his knee. "It's okay. I used to stay a lot in front of the monkeys."

Edward's eyes widened and he made a face. "You and Jasper! We went once to the zoo in Port Angeles. After three tours of the small zoo, he was still in front of the monkeys. It was probably the only time he had ignored Alice for two hours straight."

I laughed. "They're cute."

Ed approached and opened the drawer of the nightstand, taking something out. "Here, we tried to keep this safe, hoping we still had a chance. It's in a bad shape." He handed Edward a blue and red toy. I couldn't tell what it was.

I could see a smile forming on Edward's face as he took the toy, reuniting with it. "Spider Man. I knew I had one."

"You did. You must have dropped it when you packed."

"Probably."

"Be careful with the left leg, it falls," Ed warned him, watching Edward moving the limbs of the toy.

After a few minutes of everyone watching the toy, Edward looked up, gulping audibly. "So Mom told you about the game?"

"Yes. She called two nights ago and told us you were in town with the team for the game. She told us to go see you, see how good you were," Ed said softly. He looked so changed from the person I couldn't stand at Halloween, he looked almost human now.

"I should have known," Edward mumbled. "Well, I'm glad you could see something. If it was up to Coach, I wouldn't have been on the court."

"With good reason too," I added, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Why not?" Ed asked, frowning.

Edward raised his hand, rolling his eyes. "It's his fault."

I sighed loudly. "Yesterday it was my fault. Doesn't matter whose fault it is. You shouldn't have played," I groaned.

When Ed looked confused between us, Edward explained in a few words what had happened.

"You're moving here?" he asked surprised, taking a seat at the foot of the bed.

"Oh, Mom didn't think to tell you that piece of information," Edward grumbled. "Yes, this summer, we're moving here. After the wedding…s," he added.

Ed looked at me shocked. I shook my head turning red. "Oh, no! Not us… His siblings," I explained.

We lapsed into silence that wasn't as uncomfortable as I anticipated it.

"So is it broken?" Ed finally asked, eyeing Edward's finger.

"Yes. It didn't hurt much."

I tensed. They were talking about hurt. I saw some feelings passing on Ed's face, but I couldn't recognize it. Ashamed? Worry? Dejection?

"I'm sure it didn't hurt as much as the broken leg," he finally said making Edward laugh.

"No, not at all. Until Carlisle told me to move it, I was sure it was twisted or something."

"You had a broken leg?" I blurted out. Not due to his brutalizes, I hoped or I was going to hurt him right back.

"Yeah," Edward mumbled. "I didn't think we had to share all our bruises and bumps. I'd grow old by the time you finish," he said playfully.

"You know half of them," I said, rolling my eyes. "So? Broken leg?" I prompted him. That was huge. It wasn't just a bruise or scar.

"I was four-"

"Five. You were five and you loved to climb on stuff," Ed interjected, smiling. What do you know? He knows how to smile!

"Yeah, four-five, whatever. I was alone-"

"Because you didn't want to come grocery shopping with us."

Edward groaned. "I'm telling the story."

"You make it sound like we were leaving you alone home for hours. It was just for under an hour," Ed said, glancing at me.

"And as he said, I liked to climb," Edward continued on a louder voice, probably hoping to cover Ed's voice in case he started talking again. "They were hiding sweets from me-"

"Every parent does that. But you knew were they where," I interjected.

"Course I knew. And I was alone, finally. So I climbed on the bookcase that didn't have much at the time in it. Dunno why." He shrugged.

"Liz wanted to reorganize her books. He's lucky the full bookcase didn't fall on him."

"But it did!" Edward said, grinning. "I was one more shelf to the top when I heard a thud then the shelf I was on, split in two and I fell. The shelf fell on top of me."

My eyes widened. I never thought Edward was so adventurous when he was little. There was a question on the tip of my tongue. Was this before or during their breakdown, meltdown, debt, whatever?

"But I got out with one thing out of that," Edward continued, shooting me a grin. "The chocolate fell too."

Ed chuckled, shaking his head. "Imagine our shock! We came home to find him on the couch, tears rolling down his cheek as he munched on the chocolate, the bookcase broken. It didn't take a genius to realize what happened. We rushed him to the ER and after three hours, he had a blue cast and our pockets were emptier. It was about then when I realized we were going down. I was still hoping I'd get good cases."

"I know about Carmen," Edward said, looking at the toy in his hands.

"Of course. I wasn't expecting her to shut up. And you have questions?"

"I always had questions," Edward said snarky. "Even back then."

"We should wait for Lizzie. We'll talk like civilized adults. But I want you to know that I regret more than anything else in the world what I did to you, An…Edward."

Edward sighed heavily. "Why did you call me Anthony when you knew I hated it?"

"We had to make some differences between us. Liz doesn't really like to call me Ed, she prefers the whole name. And we tried calling you Eddie when you were younger. That was the biggest tantrum you ever threw. We didn't try calling you Eddie after that."

Edward chuckled. "Oh, now I know why I feel like taking Emmett's teeth out every time he calls me Eddie."

I elbowed him in the ribs. "He's just playing."

"No, he's not. He stopped, though, when I threatened to call him Emmie."

We started laughing. It was beyond weird. We were in the same room with Edward's biological father, laughing and joking. But it was good. Laughing erased the tension and when we would hear the story from them, no one would feel like killing someone.

The front door slammed shut. Liz was home. She appeared in the doorway of Edward's room after about two minutes. There was a huge smile on her face. She rushed to us, rising Edward and wrapping him in her arms. He looked immobile for about a minute then he chucked Spider Man onto the bed, wrapping her in his arms.

She whispered something to him and he chuckled, nodding. My heart constricted. It looked surreal. The ones he rejected from the very beginning… We here, in their house – his old home – talking and hugging.

After a few minutes, we moved to the living room and Edward put me back on his lap. I could feel his heart humming against his ribcage against my back.

"I don't even know where to start," Liz whispered, looking sadly at us.

"I can tell you," Edward mumbled. I felt the arm around me, tightening. I squeezed his forearm, letting him know I was there. "It started with the damn shoes."

So I had been right. There were some habits behind him lining his shoes against the wall.

"You had a tendency to leave them in the middle of the hallway. We always tripped. And after we told you countless times, I just snapped," Ed started.

"You always had a short temper." Liz shook her head.

"Yeah, well, you realize I was five or six?" Edward asked, not meeting their eyes.

"Carmen told me you talked," Liz whispered. "So you understand that we didn't know anything about raising a child, but we were trying."

"No one knows how to raise a child. You just figure it out on the way. That doesn't mean you have to hurt them if they don't do as they were told."

"Uh." I interrupted. "I think…every parent has slapped, yelled or shook their kid at some point."

I could feel Edward rolling his eyes, but I didn't look at him.

"That was the first time I slapped you. Really slapped you," Ed said slowly. "I had a horrible day at work, the bank kept telling us to pay the loans, you weren't listening, Liz kept telling me that you were little and that's how every kid is. I told her she should have made the abortion." He shuddered, looking in his lap. "I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth, but then I saw you coming inside the apartment. You toed your sneakers in the middle of the damn hallway, brought the bread inside the kitchen and when you turned to go…"

"Yeah, you caught my shoulder and…" Edward trailed off, hugging me painfully hard. I wasn't going to complain unless he broke something. "It hurt so much," he mumbled.

"I'm so sorry," Ed told him. "I regret everything. That night I started drinking."

"Soon, we lost our jobs. The rent for this place wasn't much, but most of our money went there and on your school. I started joining him in the kitchen when he was drinking," Liz whispered. "I always told him to stop hitting you randomly, but it got worse."

"I started to believe it was your fault that we were in that situation. If you hadn't appeared in our lives… I was taking it all out on you. I never once turned on Liz," Ed explained, shaking his head.

I felt Edward smirk in my neck and I bit on my cheek to keep from laughing. I remembered what he had told me, about thinking Ed was hurting Liz when they were actually doing something else.

"I know," Edward acknowledged.

"All we want now…is to talk to you again," Liz whispered, wiping the tears from her eyes. "You'll live here."

"You knew?" I blurted out, remembering that her husband had no idea about that.

"Oh, yes. Esme told me. It was a slip so I didn't tell Edward anything. As I was saying, you're going to live so close. Would you think about keeping in touch?" she asked, clearly worried.

"Uh, yeah… Sure," Edward mumbled. "Just…don't make me forgive you. I don't think I'll ever be able to do it…" He ran a hand through his hair, looking uncomfortable. "Baby steps?"

"Of course. We'll rebuilt this as slow as you want." Liz nodded.

I jumped when something start vibrating against my ass. Edward laughed, extracting his phone from his pocket.

"Hello?... Oh, okay… No, we're…around here… Yes, half an hour, I got it… Bye, Coach." He snapped the phone shut, putting his hand on my leg. "We have to go… we're leaving in half an hour."

"When are you coming back?" Liz asked, getting up.

We stood too and I took his hand. "Middle of July probably. After the wedding…s." It was so funny to add the plural as an aftermath.

"Is someone getting married?"

"Yeah, Alice and Emmett," Edward answered, scowling.

"Aren't they your siblings?"

I burst in laughter.

"The twins are marrying twins…" Edward explained. "It's a long story and we have to hurry back."

"Oh, okay. Then hurry." Ed nodded.

When we were at the door, putting our shoes on, Ed asked if Edward wanted Spider Man and the car.

"Nah, keep them. I have Leo."

I hope you won't throw with stones or tomatoes in me. I really want to make them look better...although I don't know how good can they be in the end. Especially Ed. If you want to hate anyone, hate him. Not Liz, please.

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