BPOV

I stretched again. Well, I mean I stretched as best as I could. Emerson wasn't sitting on my bladder for once and she had let me sleep through the night, though Edward babied me until I fell asleep. I was supposed to be the one there for him, not the other way around. I let my hand swipe across the cold empty place my husband should have been, frowning I opened my eyes to see where he was.

I guess yelling for him was kinda moot. I lifted my head, checking out the time. It was already eight. Where was he and why didn't he wake me up? That's when I heard the door open and close. Not to mention I could smell the diner greasiness from the hall. Edward walked in with a crap ton of bags in his hands. He looked at me grinning.

I can't be mad because I know most of that is for me. I signed while he nodded.

"I got a meat lover's omelet and French toast for you," he added proudly.

"We're supposed to be eating at your grandmother's," I said, giving him a knowing look.

Edward ignored me as he started setting up breakfast in bed for me. Last night he spent a lot of time trying to convince me that he was fine and here he was already pressing buttons. I wanted to call him out on it, but all the deliciousness of the food was distracting me.

I took a bite of the meat lover's omelet and I was an absolute goner. I was also a terrible vegetarian. A combination of guilt and utter elation swirled around me. "So good," I mumbled.

Edward sat beside me with the biggest smile. "I used to go to this diner on holiday breaks from school," he explained. "When I was a kid the owner's wife loved to feed me. She hated how skinny I was."

"How old were you when you started to go in?"

"I had to have been five," he sighed. "I used to live in this area."

"So you just wandered around?"

"When Eddie and Lizzie would get high, I would sneak out. I only went to the diner. If I went any farther I would have really got a beating," he said dryly.

I stopped eating and brought my hand to his cheek. Edward stared at me sadly. He knew that hearing how he was treated bothered me. How could anyone let anything happen to him? They were negligent.

I don't think you understand how much I love you.

I think I do. You love like I do. He winked and took a bite of his pancakes.

He was lightening the mood; I was more than certain he hated me crying for him. That was hard though because there was no justice for him. I tapped his arm getting his attention.

"Mind telling me why we are eating here?"

"We're not eating that woman's food. Plus this is Chicago and you've never been here. You should be able to enjoy all the food you can while we're here, baby," he smiled, giving me a quick syrupy kiss.

He was selling ideas to me… another distraction technique. I ate my food quietly as Edward stole glances at me. He knew I wasn't buying it. This whole thing would only anger his grandmother and make my day more stressful. I mean look at me. We were going to their family lawyers and all I brought with me were maxi dresses that my mom and Esme convinced me were the most wonderful thing to wear in pregnancy. I thought so when I put one on, but then being around Margo, I felt like a little girl wearing silly clothes.

"Bella, stop it," Edward groaned, bringing his fingers up to rub the furrowed crease in between my eyebrows.

"You caused this," I huffed gesturing to my furrow. "I get the whole 'I'm a man thing'. I really do, but you know you just started a fight or whatever."

"With you?"

"You know who with," I glared.

I polished off my French toast before waddling to the bathroom. I turned toward Edward and raised an eyebrow. You better make sure today is a mellow day for me. I signed. He moved his plate to the nightstand then threw his face into the pillow. Edward knew he was in trouble now.

I stripped Edward's shirt off and started the shower. "Baby girl, your daddy is driving me insane. He is a huge button pusher or at least he used to be. When we were in high school, he pushed Aunt Esme and Uncle Carlisle's buttons all the time," I explained. "Now he's right back at it."

I heard the shower door open before Edward wrapped me in his arms. "I'm sorry," he kissed my shoulder. "I love you." I turned in his arms, shaking my head at him.

"You're being a brat, now own up to it," I ordered.

He looked down to my stomach sighing. "Your mommy is really busting my balls," he told our daughter.

I pinched his nipple. "Take that back."

"Ow, Bell," he chuckled and winced.

Edward rubbed his chest once I let go. I grabbed for my shampoo and started lathering up until he took my hands in his. He squirted the shampoo into his hands while gently working it into my hair. "I got breakfast because I wanted to piss her off, Bella. I don't want to give that awful woman any more of our time then necessary."

I peered up into my husband's green eyes and saw the battle that was weighing him down. He wasn't still bitter because he knew he had a great life back home, but I could see the small boy in him, questioning why no one would help him.

"Can you promise me something?"

"Anything."

"Please talk to her. Everything that has ever bothered you about your time here, put it on the table. Think of how many answers you can get. I know that you say you're not bothered, but baby, you forget how well I can read you. This is important even if you say it's not," I told him, letting my hands cup his face.

He stared down at me with a frown, but I saw the wheels turning. As always I was right and knew what was bothering him to the core. "I fucking lucked out when I met you," he murmured.

"I don't know if I did… I did walk away with a broken nose," I scrunched said nose for emphasis while Edward laughed. He dipped down, kissing the tip of my nose.

"I will always be sorry for that," he confessed.

"Don't be. Things might have turned out differently. I mean, maybe I fell in love with you because you broke my nose," I teased.

Edward rinsed the shampoo out of my hair and then held me as close as he could with my humongous belly between us. "I can't thank God enough for everyday I have with you."

I have to admit that brought on the tears.

I smoothed out my dress for the millionth time. Edward of course looked like he belonged walking into this house. His black suit was sharp and Armani to boot. Carlisle bought him a few when he started at the bureau. He didn't want to wear a tie so he just had a navy button down under the jacket. He also left a few buttons unbuttoned at the top, just like I loved it.

"Baby, stop," he said against my head.

I shook my head pulling away from his hold as we walked up the driveway. "You have to promise to be open-minded and not all sharp tongued," I pointed his chest. He pulled on my finger, kissing the tip. Edward obviously thinks he's all cute and stuff.

"Uh, Missus… I mean Bella," Marcus quickly corrected himself. "I believe Mrs. Masen was expecting you both in the dining room."

"I'm sorry," I apologized for the second time since he picked us up. "Edward insisted I try this diner he used to eat at."

"Rory Duncan's?" Marcus asked. Edward's face lit up as he nodded. "I used to drop you off there when you asked."

"I'm a vegetarian," I said pointing to my stomach. "But she wants meat all the time. The meat lover's omelet was amazing."

"So you enjoyed it?"

"It was delicious, but I still feel guilty. My mom is kind of a hippy, so it's hard to change what has always been there. I still do yoga though."

"You do yoga?" he asked curiously.

"Edward too, he's certified," I grinned, looking up at his handsome face.

Marcus's face looked surprised, but he didn't say anything else. He opened the door to show Irina standing on the other side. "You're late," she replied shortly.

"They were still getting ready when I arrived," he explained professionally.

"Irina, don't be upset with Marcus. Bella and I were getting dressed when he showed up," Edward defended.

She still looked a little more than miffed, but kept her mouth shut. I noticed last night that a lot of the workers here were very submissive to the Masens. I guess I could see why; Margo was super scary.

We followed Irina to the dining room where Margo was sitting going over documents. She glanced up at us, raising an eyebrow. "When I tell you a specific time, I expect you to be here," she snapped.

EPOV

Bella's small frame stiffened in front of me. I knew my grandmother had a temper. It was where my father had learned it of course. I was too big for her to shake and drag around by my arm like she had when I was smaller. She never hit me, but she was just as aggressive as Eddie. Margo, unlike him, was on a cocktail of drugs for her bipolar disorder. When she had manic episodes, my grandfather would hide her away.

I pulled Bella back into me and felt the vibrations of her body. I knew she was speaking even though she was not facing me but I couldn't see what she was saying. Margo was glaring and muttering, which made it harder on me to see what was going on. It was when Margo hit her fist to table that I pulled Bella behind me.

I'm not going to lie, I was trying to push buttons like Bella had said earlier, but I didn't want my wife to witness one of my grandmother's episodes. She was definitely having one of her more trying days. I felt Bella's face hide in my back.

"Stop," I raised my voice.

Margo blinked and I saw her jaw clench. She wasn't as medicated as she had been yesterday.

"I bought breakfast for my wife. You requested for us to eat here, but I wasn't comfortable with that arrangement," I explained as calmly as possible.

I turned around to see the tears pouring down Bella's face. "Marcus should be out by the car, baby. Go out there and wait for me," I pleaded, cupping her cheek.

"I don't want to leave you," her lips said as they trembled.

"Baby, I will be fine. Please do it for you and Em," I soothed. "She can't hurt me."

Bella wiped at her eyes before nodding. I kissed her head and then her lips. She backed away, looking warily at my grandmother. "Go on," I shooed playfully.

I felt calm; I just had to remain in control of myself. Bella was one of the first people who would tell you that I mellowed out when we started college. Before, I used weed to calm me. Now, I used the meditation techniques I learned from yoga. Renee had worked on that a lot with me and I would always be grateful.

Turning back around, I stared at Margo Masen. Her face was red now and her hands clenched into fists beside her plate. She was, for lack of a better word, pissed.

"You are an ungrateful little bastard," her mouth spat. "Elizabeth should have taken that damn money and left. Without you and her, I would still have my baby."

"He was a coke addict, Margo. He was in and out of rehab from the time I was born until I was twelve. There was no saving him," I said shaking my head, leaning on the table. "The cocaine only exacerbated his mania."

Her fists hit the table as she dug into the wood. I watched her words fly out, but couldn't make anything of them. She never hit me before because my grandfather would stop her. It made sense why he had me in the will. I remember that he would intervene a lot when I lived here with them. I believed he sent me so far away to school to keep me away from her and Eddie.

I hadn't known of my grandmother and Eddie's illness until Carlisle saw my records. He and Esme had me evaluated. The doctors said they thought I was frustrated not bipolar. One described the kind of trauma I suffered as enough to change my disposition. I shared my worry about Emerson having the disorder with Carlisle. He believed that since I didn't have it and Bella doesn't have it her chances of having it are low. He researched several case studie, pointing to higher results if one parent or both have it.

"I didn't come here to expose your precious secret. I came because I'm legally obligated to. Don't force us to spend time with you. I will meet you at the attorney's office," I said finally, turning towards the door.

As I opened the door, Margo's plate came barreling past my head hitting the wood. Jesus Christ. I pushed myself to hurry out the door where Irina was outside of it frowning. "She may need a minute," I warned, walking past her.

I wasn't exactly expecting that kind of behavior. I took a deep breath before stepping outside the house and made my way down the driveway to my crying Bella. She wrapped her arms around me, refusing to let go.

BPOV

Why had he been so stupid to stay in there alone with her? She was scary…. Scarier than I gave her credit for.

"Bella, will you please calm down?" Marcus asked gently.

"She was livid… No one should be that mad because we skipped breakfast here," I yelled, waving my hands around.

That wasn't normal behavior. I heard the front door slam as Edward ran down the driveway. I literally took off right then and there, going a fast as my swollen ankles would let me. Edward scooped me up. How he did that with such ease is beyond me. I was a freakin' whale.

"Marcus, can you take us to my grandfather's attorney now?" Edward panted out.

Marcus nodded, opening the door for him as he plopped me gently onto the seat. Once we were buckled in and Edward refused to unwrap his arm from around me, he sighed.

"Do you remember what I've told you about my father being manic?"

"He was bipolar," I nodded, remembering the conversation we had after I found out I was pregnant.

"It wasn't just him."

A/N: This took a bit because I had to research for this chapter. Hope you like it! Just a few left including an epilogue. Huge thanks to my betas Dolphin62598 and rainydays23 they're a huge help.