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Here's the chapter most people have been waiting for. Finally find out who Bella bumped into.

With another fake smile and a massive headache, I finally left her office; breathing in the clean fresh air deeply, and started to make my way to my studio, when a familiar voice called out my name.

I turned to the voice and froze in complete shock. What was he doing here?

He gave me a toothy smile, the light shining on his blonde hair making him sparkle.

"Good to see you again, Bella."

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Chapter 8 (Part 1)

BELLA

"Jasper," I gasped, throwing my arms around him. "What are you doing here?"

A soft chuckle escaped his lips, his back hunched over, and arms wrapped tightly around me.

"Aww, I missed you too much," he chuckled. I raised my eyebrow at him in disbelief. "It's a long story, Bells." His voice was no longer playful.

I was just about to ask him for details, when Victoria gave us a loud cough. I pulled away from Jasper and stole a look at Victoria. She did not look happy. Her eyes held disgust, and her lips were in a tight straight line. I wondered what her problem is.

My train of thought was broken by Jasper's breath, as it fanned across my cheek. I hadn't realized that he had leaned towards me. "I'll call later, Darlin," he whispered, as his eyes danced with amusement. I nodded my head while I pulled my body away from his.

"Can you make it late? Once Leah's in bed and -"

"Of course," he cut me off.

"Alright. Bye, Victoria." She gave a small wave. She turned her back to me, walked straight into her office, and left the door open for Jasper. I didn't understand Victoria's sudden dislike towards me, but it was not that important right now. I had a new studio to check out.

The studio was amazing, the walls were plain and white- which would allow me the freedom to be as creative as I wanted- and it also had a huge window that would let in lots of natural light. I looked at the ceiling and was thankful for all the spot lights that flowed along- even with the giant window, the room would still be dull because of all the grey clouds and rain in this city.

There were about ten tables for the students to work on; they were all spread out around the room, creating lots of space between each table. I smiled to myself; this would allow my students more freedom to explore their talents without climbing on top of each other.

I noticed my desk at the end of the studio, right in front of another window. If I lived in Phoenix, I would have been looking into sunshine every day, but somehow, all the green trees gave me a sense of calm and belonging- like this is where I was meant to be, this was where I belonged.

The desk itself was more than I could have ever dreamed off. It was a large white desk, with three drawers on each side, and a super large leather chair. What surprised me the most was the shiny black new desktop computer on the desk? How did I get so lucky with this job? How the hell did a small school like this afford a new studio anyway?

I have never worked for a high school that had its own photography department. At my old job, I shared a classroom with another teacher- my part of the course only lasted for twelve weeks. So for the rest of the term, I worked as an assistant to the art teachers whenever they needed anyone.

I wished Forks High had this department when I was here. At least they would have it for Leah and Anthony to enjoy when they started here. The thought of them in high school scared the hell out of me; I was already panicked at the thought of Leah starting kindergarten next week, never mind high school.

I walked around my new studio. Everything was new; there was no smell of chemicals or paint that I have grown to love over the years. The studio looked like it had never been worked in. Is it possible that it has never been used? That I'm the first person to have worked here? I wanted to jump up and down like a pre-teen girl at a Bieber concert.

In the middle of the studio, there was a door. It was black with a large sign. I knew that this door lead to the darkroom. If the color of the door was not enough to make the door stand out, the huge light above it gave it away.

I walked over to read the sign on the door: DO NOT OPEN door when the light is RED.

I opened the door and searched for the light switch. I could smell the metal from all the machines. My heart raced with excitement when I finally found the switch. The room was smaller than the studio, but bigger than my last darkroom. On one of the sides of the darkroom, there were two sinks next to each other. Above them were some shelves with sponges, clothes, and some cleaning products. Under the sinks there were cupboards with locks on them- I guessed that all the chemicals would be locked away for health and safety. Next to the sinks, along the side of the room, was a long worktop that ran to the other end of the room. I walked over to the enlarger- checking out the equipment that the school has gotten. Everything looked new, as if it had never been touched. I would have to ask Victoria if she replaced all the old stuff later.

There was a small cupboard against the wall at the end of the worktops; I opened it to find that it was full of different sizes and types of paper. There were also four pieces of string that went from the one side of the wall, across to the other side. I made my way out of the darkroom. I've always dreamed of having my own studio. I may not have had one in my house; but this studio, right here, where I was standing, was mine. There was no other teacher that would use this room- they all had their own classrooms.

I walked out of my studio with a huge smile on my face; everything had slowly come together. As I walked out through the Forks High School car park, I spotted Jasper's car. I couldn't help but wonder what he was doing here, and why he had a meeting with Victoria?

I met Jasper a few days after I met Rose. Rosalie thought it was good idea to go to a college party and meet some new people.

October 2002

"You can open your eyes now, Bella," Rosalie's honey voice stated. I hesitated for a minute. I had spent the last two hours having 'girl time' as Rose called it. It was really just me sitting in a chair while Rose did my hair, nails, and make-up.

This was my first college party. I had been to a few parties over the years, but this was my first one away from my hometown. I was excited to experience my first real taste of adult freedom, and Jake promised that he wouldn't leave my side all night.

I looked into the mirror and couldn't believe the woman that was staring back at me. My hair was down and poker straight- unlike my natural waves- my brown eyes were shining bright from the green eye shadow and dark mascara. My skin glowed instead of showing its usual plain pale white, and my lips were full and kissable.

"I told you that you're hot, Bella. You just have to believe me," Rose chimed while she did her own hair.

"I'm going to go and find Jake."

I wondered if he would like my new look. I don't normally where make-up around the house; and Jake has known me my whole life, so dressing up was never something I was good at. Maybe now that I have a female friend – instead of the boys I hung out with back home- I could learn to be more feminine.

I made my way down stairs and could hear mumbling in the kitchen. I don't remember hearing the doorbell ring.

"Jake," I yelled.

"In the kitchen," his deep, shallow voice answered. "Hey, Bells? Do you know where the bottle opener went?"

I walked into the kitchen, my heels clicking on the tilted floor. A tall man was leaning against the fridge. His hair was blonde and wavy, his eyes a sea salt blue, and a smile that could melt any heart. It was a shame I was taken.

"Um, hi," I mumbled.

"Oh, hi." The man held out his hand for me to shake. "I'm Jasper, Rosalie's brother." His voice had a tangy southern accent. Yep, such a shame!

"I'm, Bella," I answered. He kissed my hand while he looked straight into my eyes.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Bella."

"Dude, stop hitting on my girlfriend," Jake growled.

Jasper just laughed while I blushed. I was thankful that I had an easy going relationship. Jacob didn't get jealous over guys; he trusted me and trusted him. I loved how easy our life was together. "Is everyone ready? We should get going if we want to get there on time," Jasper explained.

"Sure, sure," Jacob replied. He walked over to me and wrapped his massive arms around my waist. "You ready, Babe?" He leaned in and kissed my shoulder.

"You look amazing," he whispered in my ear before he pulled away and ran his hands over my purple bubble dress.

"Thank you," I blushed.

Rose made her way down the stairs. She was wearing a tight red dress, and her blonde hair bounced with curls.

"Guys, let's go. Royce is just meeting us there," Rosalie announced. I noticed Jasper glared at her; he mumbled something under his breath.

"Come on, Babe," Jacob held out his hand for me, which drew my attention away from Jasper.

I was pulled out of my trip down memory lane by my phone ringing. I laughed at the ringtone of Daughtry's Home blasting through the car.

"Hey, Em."

"Hey, Bells. Where are you?" I could hear Anthony's voice in the background, giggling at something.

"I'm on my way to the grocery store before I head home. Where are you guys?"

"Just outside of Forks, what store are you going too?"

"Mac's."

"We'll meet there," he answered and then the phone went dead. I took a deep breath as I pulled into Mac's grocery store. A sense of excitement flowed through me. It was just an 'I'm sorry dinner,' nothing else.

I wondered what Edward's favorite food was? Or, Anthony's- maybe I should ask him when he gets here?

I walked up and down each aisle and grabbed everything we needed. I stopped at the DVD's, I haven't watched a film for months. I couldn't even remember the last time I bought one. Guilt swiped through me. I couldn't remember the last time I bought Leah a film. She loved films, especially Disney's films. Dumbo was her favorite- Emmett bought her a Dumbo stuffed animal for her third birthday. The Dumbo was taller than her- it had large opened ears and a little mouse on his head. I made a promise to myself to look for that elephant later tonight. I knew it was in one of the bags somewhere.

I grabbed a hand full of DVD's for Leah and myself. Maybe we could watch one on our new oversized flat screen TV that Emmett hung on my living room wall. He'd better not think he's going to be watching sports on my TV all the time. It was going to be bad enough trying to get my dad away from it when he's over.

"BELLA."

I turned to see who the squealing belonged too, but no-one stood out.

"BEELLLA."

Thud

Anthony speed into my legs, which caused me to lose my balance, and land my clumsy ass on the ground, pulling Anthony with me.

"Shit, are you okay?" I asked.

"Bella," his sweet voice rang out. I opened my eyes to find Anthony's face inches from mine.

"Sorry, Bella," he frowned.

"It's okay, Sweetie," I smiled to reassure him. Emmett's loud booming laugher echoed in my ear. I slowly dragged my body up off the ground, along with Anthony's, and turned to my traitor best friend. Leah was hanging from his back, all arms and legs, hiding her giggles into his shoulder.

"Alright, let's get out of here, please, before something else happens," I announced.

Three bobbing heads were my answer.

"Oh, Cars? Yes! I love that film. Have you watched it?" Anthony asked Leah, his face alit with excitement.

"It's really good; maybe Bella will let us watch it later?" He looked up at me, hoping for an answer.

"You can maybe watch it after dinner, if it's okay with your dad," I answered, while I glared at Emmett as he threw random snacks into my cart.

"Yeah," Anthony almost yelled and did a fist pump in the air. "Daddy will be cool with it. He likes that film too."

"Anthony? Do you and your dad like lasagna?"

"Yep, that's daddy favorite," He smiled.

"Really, it's Leah too." I looked at Leah. Her face was unreadable as she watched Anthony. I looked back at Anthony as he watched me. I wished for the hundredth time that I could read Leah's mind. She didn't look upset, but she didn't look happy either.

"Leah?" I called. Her big doe eyes glanced at me. "Are you okay?"

She nodded her head and turned away from us. Her actions confused me. I thought she liked Anthony.

"Bella? You finished here?" Emmett asked.

"Eh, yeah, let's go."

We quickly loaded the food at the checkout. I could see Leah and Anthony chasing each other in the corner of the store. I could also see the look of disgust that a few older women were giving me, but I was not going to say anything to them. They were not in anyone's way, they were not making lots of noise, and they had huge goofy smiles on their faces. I was not taking that away from them. They were just two five year old children having fun, and with everything that has happened, that was all I wanted for them right now.

"Bells? Look?" Emmett whispered urgently, while tugging at my jacket.

I lifted my head to see what he was so interested in and felt my whole body vibrate. Anthony was standing in front of Leah. Her face was red and his small hands were clenched tightly. He looked like he was ready to beat someone up. I moved to get closer to them.

"Don't," Emmett said as he grabbed my arm, "just wait a second. He won't do anything."

I hesitated. What was wrong with him? I had never seen Anthony look so… angry.

"Would you like help with your packing?" The sales woman asked us.

"Nah, we'll do it." I heard Emmett answer her. I was still watching Anthony.

"Emmett, what's he doing?" I asked, turning my back slightly so that I could still see the kids while I packed.

"Riley's here."

"Who's Riley?"

"He's a little boy that stays next to Edward sister's place. He and Anthony don't get along very well," he shrugged.

"Oh, why not?" I couldn't understand how anyone didn't like Anthony. He was such a sweetheart.

"Don't know, Anthony won't say what happened."

I looked back at the kids and Anthony was talking about something, while he looked off somewhere. I guessed he was looking at Riley as he talked. Leah was still behind, listening to him. She didn't look upset, curious maybe. Damn, why was my daughter so hard to read?

I paid for my groceries while Emmett grabbed the kids. The ride to the house was quiet. My brain was still trying to understand everything that has happened over the last few days. Leah and Anthony had both fell asleep on the drive to the house, so Emmett carried them in, and placed Leah in her bed and Anthony in mine. I brought in the grocery bags and unpacked everything.

"Hey Bells, I'm going to go."

"What, are not you staying for dinner? I'm making lasagna." He leaned against the door frame; I was worried that his hulk style muscles were going to break my door frame.

"Nah, I have a few things to do. Besides I don't want to get in the way of you and Eddie's date," He smirked, dimples and all.

"It's not date, it's an 'I'm sorry dinner'," I mumbled. I could feel the heat on my face from the embarrassment.

"I'm sorry; I wanna get in your pants dinner," he laughed lightly.

"Emmett! You're being ridiculous." I started grabbing everything I needed from the cupboards. I refused to let my mind wonder to the things I wanted to do to Edward this morning- his muscular jaw that I wanted to lick, the sex hair that I wanted to pull and tug, while his pink pouty lips sucked on my … Oh god.

"I saw the way you were looking at him this morning, all red and horny." I ducked behind the breakfast bar, pretending to look for something.

"Don't try and hide from me, Bella. I know you, remember? You have the hots for our Eddie boy."

"I do not."

"You do too."

"Well, you know that my first priority at the moment is Leah. I'm not interested in any guy right now."

"I know, Honey. But you never know what may happen," he chuckled. I could hear his thuds all the way to door. When I heard the engine of his car, I released my breath and finally stood up.

I spent the next half hour preparing dinner. I hummed to myself as I danced around my new kitchen. I had only been in this house for two days, one night, and I felt like I've lived here all my life. If I was being honest, it felt like home, more than any house I had in Phoenix.

I loved Phoenix, I really did. But it was never home, it was just temporary for us. Jacob liked living there more than I did. I had always planned to move back to Forks when I finished college. But I also knew that Jacob had planned his life in Phoenix. It was still hard to believe that he was not here. Now that we were back in Forks, I felt like he was closer to me. It was like we were both finally where we belonged, and, for the second time today, I realized that I found some comfort in that idea.

"DAADDYY!" A high pitched cry wailed out.

"Anthony," I hollered, as I raced out of the kitchen. I found him, standing in the hall, with his beautiful face wet from tears. His arms were wrapped around his body in fear.

"Beella?" He sobbed.

"Oh, Sweetheart, what's wrong?" I scooped his tiny body up in my arms and walked back into the kitchen.

"I… woke up… and I… didn't know… where I was… and I… couldn't find… my Daddy," he choked out in between his sobs. His body jumping slightly when as he hiccupped.

"Shh, you're okay. You fell asleep in the car, so Uncle Em put you in my bed." I wiped his tears and kissed his head. I thought about Anthony's reaction and noticed that Leah had been quite content within this house. After she was kidnapped, I spent months trying to get her to feel safe in Rose's house. She would refuse to sleep in any other bed but mine. She would never stay in a room by herself or with anyone else, but me. But for the past two nights, she has slept by herself, in her own room, and she never screamed once. If fact, she has woken up peacefully.

"I was thinking of making chocolate cupcakes for after dinner. Do you want help me make them?" I asked.

"Mmhmm, I love cupcakes." His hiccups slowed down and a genuine smile replaced his scared face.

"Great, Leah's still asleep, so it's just us two, Buddy." The boy killed with his cuteness as his eyes lit up with excitement. I wondered how much time he spent with his mom. I knew that she didn't live with them, but Emmett has never actually mentioned anything about her.

"Alright, why don't you go and wash your hands, and I'll get all the stuff ready?"

Anthony didn't answer me, but instead ran out my arms and headed for the bathroom. I tried to ignore the slight empty feeling I got after he left me.

I spent the next hour making cupcakes with Anthony, until Leah woke up, and they disappeared in Leah's room to play.

The doorbell rang as I put the lasagna in the oven. I knew who it was; I had spent all afternoon checking the time every five minutes. Why was I so nervous? He was only the most gorgeous man I've ever seen- whom I accused of kidnapping my daughter- and has the most adorable little boy.

I quickly opened the door. Did I mention that he looks unbelievably hot in his police uniform- with his sex hair and crooked smile? Fuck.

"Hey," he whispered, his eyes caught mine.

"Hey," I opened the door for him. I heard Anthony before I saw them.

"Daddy! You're home," he squeaked.

Home?

Leah followed Anthony, hugging Edward's legs.

"There are my two favorite munchkins," Edward hunched his body and wrapped his arms around them.

"Daddy. Come play with us?" Anthony asked him.

"Do you need help with dinner?" He asked. I could see him in conflict- he battled whether to help me or play with the kids.

I smiled at him; I would never refuse anything or anyone that could give my daughter the smile she was wearing. "Nope. Go, play," I giggled.

He had a devilish smirk and a twinkle in his eye as he said, "Good, because I can feel the tickle monster fighting to get out." He lifted his arms and made a face at the kids.

I laughed as they squeaked and raced down the hall. Edward caught my eye again, winked, and ran after them- which left me breathless and in complete awe.

I quietly continued dinner and smiled at the noise of laughter and squeals coming from the room down the hall. I set the table, washed whatever dishes were not being used, and danced around to the songs that played in my head.

The buzzer binged and alerted me that dinner was ready.

"DINNER," I yelled down the hall.

"Wow, smells great in here," Edward beamed when he walked into the kitchen a few seconds later.

"Thank you," I blushed. "Where are the kids?"

"Washing up. Do you need a hand?"

"I'm good, just take a seat." I collected the salad and the vegetables and placed them on the table just in time for Anthony and Leah to take their seat.

"Daddy, I made cupcakes with Bella while Leah was sleeping."

"That sounds like fun," I heard Edward answer. I loved how much he listened to his son. He was generally interested in what he had to say and what he had been doing. I have seen some parent pretend to take an interest in their children's lives, but they mostly just nodded their heads or gave their children a 'that's great.' Edward's face lit up every time Anthony had something to say. I felt a small ping of jealously as I listened to them talk. But at the same time, I admired the easy going relationship they shared. If I thought positively, maybe I could look at their relationship as something for the future, something that maybe Leah and I could share again one day.

"Bella?" I suppressed a shiver as the sound of my name came from his mouth.

"Yeah?"

"I think something is burning."

"What!" I looked towards the oven and saw the thick clouds of grey smoke as they billowed through the gaps.

"Shit!" I gasped, pulling the oven door open. I grabbed the lasagna, the top was black, and the sauce overflowed up over and out of the dish. "It's ruined."

"No, it's just the cheese," Edward stressed. I didn't realize he had moved from the table. "It's easy to fix." I could feel his body tower over me, his scent covered me. God, he smelt good.

"How?" I shuddered.

"Can I?" He asked. I looked up at him. He smirked as I nodded.

I watched him move around my kitchen. His muscles flexed through his work shirt. When did he take off his jacket? I'm sure he was wearing one?

"Why don't you take a seat, and I'll finish this?"

My voice had decided to abandon me as I tried to answer, but no words would come out.

I sat at the table, Leah and Anthony were playing thumbs wars again.

"Wal-la!" Edward placed the lasagna – which looked perfect, no burnt parts were visible – on the table.

"Wow, it looks great. How did you do that?" I asked.

"I just took off the burnt cheese and last layer of pasta- then put more cheese on. Nothing special, you did the hard work," he winked.

"Can we have some bread, Bella?" Anthony asked.

"Of course, just help yourself to as much as you want." I watched as Anthony picked up the bowl of garlic bread and passed it Leah.

I watched Leah closely during dinner. Every time Edward spoke, Leah watched him as if he was revealing the world's greatest secrets. He would ask her something and she would smile shyly while she answered him with a nod or a shake of the head. Anthony held most of the conversation; he enlightened us with his favorite book, song, and movie. Every couple of minutes I would steal a glance at Edward, only for him to catch me staring. I had no idea why this man affected me so much. Just one smile from him, and my whole body felt like it was on fire.

"Are we having our cupcakes now?" Anthony asked.

I laughed and Edward chuckled.

"Why don't you and Leah go a pick out a DVD and I'll bring the cupcakes through after I've washed the dishes," I answered.

Edward helped me gather and wash the empty dishes. I was surprised at how comfortable and in sync we both were. We didn't speak, no words were needed.

We made ourselves comfortable on the sofa while the kids lay on the floor. I watched as talking cars filled my new giant TV.

Edward sat on one side of the couch while I sat on the other side. His eyes were on the screen while I tried unsuccessfully to stop looking at him.

"I bought some grown up films for after, if you want to watch one?" I whispered.

His forehead crinkled and he ran a hand through his sex head.

"I'd love too; I don't have work till the afternoon, so I'm in no rush," he smiled.

"Great." I turned back to the TV and wiped my sweaty hands on my trousers. I took another quick glance at him. He caught me, again. I am so screwed.

What do you think? What is Jasper you guessed? How do you think Edward really feels about just watching a movie. Will Bella tell Edward about her past or just tell him, she sorry.

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