Chapter 7

Liz's POV *Very Very short*

Once my son told me about Bella… I do not think I could be any happier than I am now. She seems so…nice, so confident….and I really hope she knew of my sons fame and didn't freak out about it, and go all crazy on him but if she was still with him after a few months and they fell in love. I think she probably did not really freak out at his fame, go spasm on him and tell everyone she knew around her who he was to expose him, when he was trying to be normal and have a good life. I want my son to be happy and I want him to bring her home to us, where she would be part of this family and we wouldn't have to worry about him moping around in his room for "losing" someone and be with her and possible making her one of us. Making her a Masen, would be the best thing out there for me before anything happened that no one in my family liked and I maybe…I do not know died?

I know it does not really matter if this girl is normal or not, or even just poor as heck and does not know what she is doing. I do not care, as long as my oldest son is happy then I am happy for him, even if she is a slut, a prostitute he LOVES her. (As) long as my family is happy then I am happy and no one has to worry about my stress getting ahead of me and losing me so that they don't have to lose me and I don't have to worry about losing my family's trust and I don't know what they would do if they did lose me.

"What do you mean cancel?" David screamed into the phone.

"Edward's… not here, he's going through some business of his own," I said.

"6 months of business?!" he screamed.

"David! Edward left to Washington for reasons that I can NOT tell you and he doesn't want anyone to know but me," I said.

"Well… he needs to get back right now! I don't care what you say, he has a signing tomorrow morning at 10:00 am, and if he's not there then….he's fired!" he snapped hanging up.

I gasped at the phone; he did not just threaten my son's career. Oh my god…

Edward's pov

My mom was going to call, I could tell as I sat outside of the stupid motel room I would rent for the rest of the day and go find Alice in Seattle tonight, but everything that came to my mind was that little girl. She was so… different like I needed to know who she was, who her family was and all that personal stuff but I don't get why I just have this gut feeling… do you ever get it? As soon as my phone rang, I picked it up.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Um hi! This is James…..and we need to talk," he said.

It was not my mom, just some crazed fan. Damn I hate these calls.

"Okay, shoot," I said.

"You know my sister and her daughter grabbed something of yours today," he said.

Shit! This is the guy of that little three year old.

"Oh well…. um….who's your sister?" I asked.

He chuckled in the background.

"Oh you'll get a joke out of this," he said.

"Just say it, I'm waiting for a specific call," I snapped.

"My sister? Well… my sister happens to be Bella Swan," he said.

Oh no….