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Chapter 11

"Bella?" he whispered, his voice low and husky.

A tense cloud wrapped around us, creating tingles in my body.

"Yeah."

"Can I kiss you?"

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Momella

Kiss me? He wants to kiss me? Me?

Yes? Please? Wait, No? I can't, can I?

My mind was debating with itself; however my body knew how it felt-it was saying no. My whole body tensed with alert as he whispered those words. That had to mean something right?

"It's okay, Love." He tugged a loose piece of my hair behind my ear. This man was so sweet and gentle, and he wanted to kiss me. I still couldn't believe it, after everything he knew about me, that he wanted me.

He placed his hand on my cheek. "You're not ready." Did I mention that he could read me like a book?

I ducked my head, feeling overwhelmed and guilty with this man.

"Love, look at me," he ordered- using that endearment again. I have heard him say it a few times now; I wondered if he knew that he was saying it. I hoped not, I loved the endearment, and I didn't want him to stop.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. I was sorry that I couldn't let you kiss me. I was sorry that I was broken and insecure. I was sorry that I couldn't keep my daughter safe, and that I got her father killed. I was sorry that I wasn't good enough for you or your son. I was sorry that you had to stand here and comfort my sorry ass.

"It's okay, Bella." He used his large manly thumb to wipe away my tears.

I needed to put some distance between us. The atmosphere was so tense that I needed room to breathe. I wanted to keep this man in my life, and I didn't want to hurt him, he was so kind and sweet. But how did I explain that? Right now, I had to work on getting my daughter better. Honestly, I had to get myself better as well. I needed to feel happy within myself- I couldn't rely on someone else to do that for me. I needed to do that alone; for Leah, and for me.

"Edward, I, I..." I moved to the sofa, maintaining distance.

"I think it's best if we stay as friends. I have so much going on right now- new job, new house and Leah. I have to focus on my daughter right now, and I, I, I don't think, you and me... are a good idea. I still don't really know anything about you." I finished. Please understand Edward, please.

"I understand, Bella." He sat next to me, leaving just a small gap between us. "We can change that. We should start as friends like we already are, spend more time each other; get to know each other better." I'm sure Mother Nature made this man; he's too perfect to have come from God.

"Friends?" I asked.

"Friends."

A sense of relief flowed through me. We could do this. We could be friends. I hoped.

"Alright, friend, where is the pizza?" I teased. I wanted to change the atmosphere, make it light and fun again.

"Will you still be my friend if I told you that I forgot to order it? I was distracted by your photos and never phoned for it." He pouted, making me giggle. He was too cute for words.

"Oh, I don't know about that," I laughed. I caught something out of the corner of my eye. I looked towards the doorway and found my beautiful daughter standing, watching us. She looked relaxed- happy. Her eyes were sleepy, but her face was glowing from her nap. Maybe that was what she needed today- more sleep. Her mind and body must have been tired from the rollercoaster ride we had been on.

"Hey, Honey, did you have a good nap?" I opened my arms for her and she ran straight to me. My heart soared with the happiness glowing on her face. I hadn't seen that face since James took her from me. She had had moments of happiness before we moved back home- Emmett and Rose always made her smile, but it was small or forced most of time. Since we had moved here, and met the Cullen boys, she had started to blossom again. I just prayed nothing set her back.

I lifted her up onto my lap and held her close to me. I caught Edward's eye and he winked at me, smiling at us.

"Good evening, Princess." Edward leaned over and pulled her hair out of her eyes, just like he did to me earlier.

Leah reached over and placed one small hand on Edward's cheek. Edward's smile grew; he turned his head and placed loud noisy kiss on her hand, making her squeal in laughter. I didn't think I would ever get tired of watching this man with our kids. He was so loving and gentle with Leah. I couldn't deny that they had a connection. Leah adored him, she had from the moment she'd met him, and Anthony just melted my heart. That boy was so sweet and adorable. I glanced at Edward and could see where Anthony got his gentle soul from. Edward had an amazing bond with his son, they were best friends. as well as father and son.

"Bella? Bella?" Edward broke my thoughts.

"Huh, sorry."

"Do you want me to order that pizza?" He asked.

"Oh, do you have time now? I can just make something here?" I asked him. He was still wearing his uniform, and he said he was only on a break.

"I still have to go and get Anthony ready for bed. I can just grab something at my Mom's."

"Don't be silly. How about sandwiches? That's quick and easy." I smiled.

"What do you say, Leah?" I asked her. She nodded her head, banging the top of it on my chin. I tried to pull her arms away from my neck, but she didn't want to let me go. I didn't try again. It had been a while since my daughter had clung to me willingly.

"Alright, let's get started."

We had sandwiches and chips for dinner before Edward had to leave for work. Leah gave him a goodbye hug, but she mostly stayed with me.

I gave her a quick bath and she fell asleep, lying on the sofa, surrounded only by the light of the fireplace. She was going to be happy here; we would get through this and make ourselves a wonderful life here in Forks. Every fiber of my being was telling me this, however, it was also telling me that something was still missing. Something we needed to make us complete. I briefly wondered if the Cullen boys were the missing link, but quickly dismissed that theory. I didn't want to go there...not yet anyway.

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"You look good Bella, healthy...happy even." My dad smirked. He had been watching me since we arrived this morning- checking for any signs of change. Was I that bad?

"Things are coming together, and Leah loves it here, so yeah... I am happy."

"Great. Now, breakfast." And that was that. One of the things I loved about Charlie was that he got straight to point. He said what was on his mind and didn't push for more information that you weren't willing to give. "What do want for breakfast, Pumpkin?"

Leah pointed to the words bacon and sausage on the menu. She may not talk, but her reading skills still amazed me.

"Me, too." Charlie smiled and tugged on her ponytail.

We ordered breakfast and talked about Leah starting school next week. I realized that with Leah's behavior, and his surprise visit, that I had forgotten to mention to Edward about the requests he made to his sister.

"Dad, how well do you know Edward?" I muttered.

"Very well. I spent a lot of time with him when he first moved to Forks."

Leah stopped her coloring at the mention of Edward's name. A small smile graced her olive face and her eyes twinkled as she listened to our conversation.

"He asked his sister to put me on Anthony's emergency contact list and he wants to be on Leah's. I know his heart is in the right place, but I'm mad at him for doing that." I ranted. I needed someone to talk to about this. Emmett has disappeared somewhere. I tried calling him last night before I went to bed, but it just went to voicemail.

"I didn't realize that two were that close." He added while his face remained neutral, not giving his feelings away.

"We're not. We're friends and our kids are friends. He's also my neighbor now, so it's hard not to see them a lot." I tried to explain, feeling like a teenager again with her first crush.

"Bella, I'm happy that you're making new friends, and I think that Anthony is good for Leah. He's a great kid and maybe he'll open her up a bit more."

"But..."

"No buts. I've known Edward for a few years and he's a decent guy. He's one of the good guys Bella. Don't let what happened with James stop you from opening up to someone else."

"I know -"

"I'm not saying you should rush into anything with Cullen. I'm just saying that maybe you should let him be a friend to you... and Leah." He finished after cutting me off while flattening down his flannel shirt.

I sighed and finished my bagel. "I'm trying Dad."

"I know, Sweetheart," he finished his coffee and looked me straight in the eye, brown met mine, "but try harder."

So much for him not pushing.

I spent the rest of the day at my Dad's. He took Leah fishing while I made up my old bedroom. I wouldn't need the room anymore; I lived here now, in Forks. So I decided to do up the room for Leah. She would be using this room whenever she stayed over and that would be a lot more than me.

I grabbed some light purple paint from the warehouse shop, a new desk and chair, lamp, and bedding, as well as some girly throw pillows and toys. I spent the whole day fixing up the room- making it perfect for my little girl.

I was rewarded with a squeal and giggles when Leah saw her room. Bringing tears to not only to my eyes, but my father's as well. I knew he missed us. We rarely ever visited him when we lived in Phoenix. I was so busy with college and work that I only visited in the summer.

Charlie would fly out to see us every couple of months. No matter what was happening here, he would always make time to see us. I rarely made it home; the memories of growing up here with Jake were too painful. Sometimes I used to hear him laugh at me when I would think that way. I could hear his voice saying, "Bells, you have just as much memories in Phoenix of me as Forks, so why can you stay here every day and not go home?" It took me two and half years to answer that question.

His dad.

Jacob's father was my Dad's best friend. Billy was there for my Dad when he married my mom, when my mom died, and when I was born. My father returned that favor when his wife was killed in a car crash. Jacob was only six years old when he lost his mother, I was eight. I remembered that day so clearly. My Dad was called into work and Carmen, our neighbor, stayed with me. I loved Carmen; she was a thirty year old who believed that she didn't need a man in her life to make it great. I found out some years later the reason that she never needed a man was because she liked females instead.

Carmen and I were making brownies when Jacob ran into the house. He was covered in mud and wet from the rain. His face was full of hurt and anger, he tried to talk but no words were coming from his mouth. I ran over to him, wrapped my arms around him, and held him as he sobbed. We ended up lying on my kitchen floor for hours, crying and talking about our moms.

From that day forward, Jake and I had a secret bond. We bonded over losing our mothers. We would spend hours in my room, or his garage, talking about how they would feel about us, what they'd say or do to embarrass us- anything to make them feel alive in our minds and hearts.

Jacob promised me that I would be there to see my daughter grow up. It was my biggest fear when I found out I was pregnant. I was scared that I would have the same fate as my mother. I never once thought that it was Jake who wouldn't be there and every day I wondered what he would think about our life. Did he think that I was a good mom? Did he watch over our daughter and keep her safe?

"Wow, Bells, you've done a great job." Charlie praised.

"Thanks, I got a lot done really quickly. Be careful, Leah, some of the paint may still be wet."

"Well done, Bella." He rubbed my shoulder before kissing my head and going to his room. I knew he had to go to work soon, so I packed my stuff and decided it was still early enough to take my daughter to the park.

"Dad, we're off, I'll call you later okay." I yelled through the bathroom door. I could hear the shower running and my dad cursing at something.

"Alright, bye." He yelled back.

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Today was Friday.

Today was the day I was dreading.

I spent all day yesterday unpacking and cleaning. I wanted everything done before school started.

I almost succeeded, there were only a few boxes left to unpack.

I would have finished today, but I had my first appointment with our new therapist.

The therapist we used in Phoenix was for Leah. I was never her patient, I never had to sit down and tell her how I was feeling or what I thought. She was there to help my daughter that was all.

But Dr. Stanley was there to help us both.

Rosalie talked me into seeing a therapist for myself. She believed that I needed to talk to someone about what James did to us, and after the way I treated Edward when we first met, I believed I needed to talk to her too.

So here I was, sitting in some uncomfortable leather chair, in a room that smelt like nail polish, waiting to… talk.

Leah was in the corner playing happily with some toys that were on the table. Dr. Stanley had met us in reception and introduced herself as Clara. Within minutes of meeting her, she had somehow made Leah at ease and comfortable.

She had yet to make me feel that way.

"She's very beautiful," Carla stated. Her voice was soft and delicate, matching the features of her face.

"Thank you," I smiled and stole a glance at Leah.

"I understand that you're nervous and that this is difficult for you. Today is what I would like to call an introduction. I want to get to know you and Leah before we discuss the difficult stuff. Is that okay, Isabella?"

"It's Bella," I voiced, a little shaken.

"Bella?" I nodded as I was afraid that I would stay no. I needed to do this.

"Alright, Bella. I have read over Leah's file. I understand that she has not spoken since she was abducted?" It was a question but it felt like a statement.

Abducted?

That word sounded too casual, too simple, like rainbows or trees. It doesn't sound like the something that ripped your heart out and wrecked your world.

Abducted?

"Um, yes, that is correct," I responded.

"Is that still the case?" She asked gently while flipping the pages of what I assumed was Leah's file.

"Uh, yes," I hesitated.

"You don't sound sure."

I looked over at my daughter. She was sitting at a small table, drawing with some crayons.

"I'm not," I answered honestly. If I wanted change I needed to be as honest as possible.

"Why is that?"

"She giggles now." I said. I loved hearing that sound echo down my hall.

"That's a huge improvement," she started writing in her notepad. "We'll come back to that soon. Is there anything else? Any other vocal noises?" I nodded my head no.

"Okay. How has she reacted towards the move?" I stared at her glossy hair. It was piled up on the top of her head; every piece of hair was in its place. I suddenly felt self aware of my own appearance. I was wearing my hair down, wavy and damp from the air outside.

"Would you say her responses have been positive or negative?"

"Positive, definitely positive."

"You are very sure of that statement. What makes you believe that?"

I took a deep breath. "Her smile. In phoenix, she never smiled, not a mouth full real smile. She would grin a few times but never really smiled. There's light in her eyes now. The dull emptiness is not there as much, and there are the giggles. She's alive now. She's not completely back to herself, but she's here with me." I finished and closed my eyes. She was not the same little girl she was before, soon after James took her.

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Five months earlier.

I walked towards the classroom; I knew that Leah may not have been ready to go back to school yet. But I wanted to see if it helped her. I guess I was wrong as I was now making my way to her classroom at nine thirty in the morning.

I knocked gently on the door and scanned the room for my little girl.

"Ms. Swan, I'm sorry to have to do this, but I think Leah is not ready to be back at school." I could hear the sadness in her voice.

"It's okay, Mrs. Hughes. Where is she?"

Mrs. Hughes led me over to the corner of the classroom. Behind a small bookcase was my daughter. She was sitting on the ground, her arms wrapped around her knees- hugging them to her chest. Her eyes focused on the playground outside the window.

"Leah?" I whispered and knelled down beside her slowly. "Leah, Honey, it's Mom." I waited for any reaction that indicated she heard me, but there was none. There was no life in her face. She looked like doll sitting there - not moving.

"Leah, Mommy is here to take you home now. Nod your head if you can hear me honey."

I sat there for a few moments, waiting. I was just about to repeat myself when she nodded slowly.

"Oh thank God," I sighed in relief. "Let's go home, Baby." I gently picked her up, she wrapped her arms and legs around me, and buried her head in my neck. We stayed like that as we walked all the way home.

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"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," Carla muttered while still writing furiously on her little notepad.

"I have a single father as a neighbor..." Her head shot up at my words. Her blue eyes wide, I wasn't sure if it was from worry or just curiosity. I looked away from her and watched the rain pour down her squeaky clean windows.

"She's doesn't scream or cry with him. In fact, she crawls into his lap and goes to sleep, hugs his legs, or stomps her feet when he leaves without her. He even taught her to play the piano the first time they meet. How is that possible? My father couldn't even give her hug for the first few months yet this man has her giggling and smiling in seconds. I don't get it. How can he do that?" I ranted, a lump rose in my throat and my body was shaking.

"Would you like a glass of water, Bella?" Carla asked. She handed me a box of tissues, I hadn't realized that I was crying or how much this really did affect me.

"No thank you," I sniffed.

"You said your neighbor was a single father. To a boy or girl?"

"Boy," I answered. Where was she going with this?

"How old is he?"

"Anthony's five, the same age as Leah."

"And does Leah react to him? Does she play with him?"

"Yes, she does. They have grown quite close rather quickly. I think that she may even speak to him." This caused Carla to quirk a perfectly arched eyebrow.

"Really? What makes you think that?"

"He knew her name before I spoke to him, and he mentioned to Edward about James." I whispered suddenly feeling very tired.

"Edward? As in Edward Cullen?" Her face lit up.

"Um, yeah, he's my neighbor."

"Has Leah spoken to Edward?"

"No, just Anthony, I think. I haven't asked him yet?" I finished.

"Okay, well, Bella, I'm afraid that our time is up for today. I know we didn't get much covered, but this was to get know one another and for me to meet Leah. I know you went to school with my sister in law, Jessica. But I promise you that everything we discuss within these walls will stay between us." I nodded, I had guessed about her being related to Jessica somehow. This town was too small for her not to know who I was before today.

"If this makes you uncomfortable in any way, or if you would like to be transfer to another member of staff I could arranged that for you at any time. However I do hope that will not be the case." She smiled.

I smiled back at her, "Thank you."

"Your next appointment is on Wednesday. I would like to spend a little more time with Leah and get to know her a little better." I nodded again.

I collected our belongings and was just about to leave when she called me.

"As for Leah being comfortable with Edward, it may be that Edward is a father. If she did speak to Anthony or maybe because Anthony looks so much like him, she was put at ease knowing that he had a child of his own." She explained. "Anthony is a naturally happy child and is his bond with his father would have been picked up from Leah by his words and actions towards his father. She trusts Edward as he has a happy and loving child that she knows has never been hurt by him."

I must have still looked confused as she just patted my shoulder and said, "Think about it," before saying her goodbyes.

Thinking about it was all I did for the rest of the morning. Could it be that simple. She trusts Edward because he is a father. The more I thought about it the more it made sense. Everyone else was either strangers or men who didn't have children. But that did not explain how she was still scared of Emmett, Jasper and my dad for the first month. I wonder if she would have been scared of Edward six months ago just like the rest.

We arrived at Esme's a little after two. Esme had called yesterday inviting us for lunch today. I had not managed to get over and see her or Carlise since I got home, so I gladly took up her invitation.

Her house looked just like I remembered it, all white and unique.

"Hello, Bella. It's so good to see you," Esme gushed as we entered her hall. "Oh my, you look beautiful as always, Leah." She knelt down and whispered. Unfortunately, Leah has inherited my blush, which graced her cheeks.

"Belllaa," Anthony yelled, jumping down each step from upstairs.

"Hey pants," I waved. "I didn't know you were here today."

"Daddy's working," he giggled. He gave Leah a small wave which she returned with enthusiasm.

"Come one kids, I've made pasta for lunch." They both giggled and ran into the kitchen.

Lunch was simple and refreshing. The kids helped Esme make lunch before disappearing to Anthony's play room. I helped Esme clean up and then we settled in her living room with our coffee and cake.

"Bella, you have no idea how happy I am that you're home. Carlisle and I have been wishing for years that you'd move back here with Leah."

"I know. I wish I had done it soon. Leah is so much happier here." I mumbled around cake.

Esme tugged her caramel hair behind her ears. I could see Edward in her now; they have almost the same color of hair. Edward's is a little lighter, but they also have the same eyes, both beautifully green. I can also see where Edward gets his gentle nature from.

"Anthony has not stopped talking about you and Leah. He thinks the world of you... both my boys do." She winked and smirked. My blush returned in full force. I prayed that Esme didn't get her hopes up about Edward and me. I didn't want to disappoint her; she's like a mother to me.

"Anthony is an amazing little boy, and Edward has been very kind to us. Leah adores him."

Esme smiled. "He talks about her a lot. I was a quite shocked when he told me about her playing the piano and how comfortable she is with him."

"I know, Carla says that it might be because he is a father, so she thinks that he won't hurt children, and she trusts him through Anthony."

"Huh, really? I'll have to run that theory with Carlisle. He might be able to make more sense of that." She muttered quietly to herself.

"When will he be home. I was wondering if I could borrow some of his books." Esme had mentioned that Carlisle had been doing a lot of reading about child trauma since Leah was kidnapped. My heart swelled when Esme told me that. He loved my daughter and wanted to help her get better.

"He doesn't finish until about five, maybe you could both stay for dinner? I know Carlisle is dying to see Leah, and Edward is off duty at three so we can all have dinner together." Esme beamed as if she has just discovered the cure to cancer. I had to laugh at her motherly smile.

"Sure, why not." The clock on the fireplace read quarter to three, which meant that Edward would be here very soon. The thought brought butterflies to my stomach and they got worse every time I looked at the clock, counting the minutes down.

After what felt like five hours later, I heard Edward pull in front of the house. I took a few deep breaths and tried to act causal. Why was I so nervous?

"Anthony, Leah," he yelled as soon as the door opened. "Get your little tushies down here." I guessed he noticed my car.

I couldn't see what was happening, my legs refused to move from the sofa that I was currently glued too. But I could hear the thuds as they made their way down the stairs.

"Daddy."

"Hey, buddy, I missed you."

"Missed you too."

"There's my princess. God, I missed you too, my girl."

"Daddy, can Leah come to the beach on Sunday?"

"Um, maybe, jump up Leah."

"Ready, guys, where's Bella?"

"In here," I yelled out.

Anthony was the first to run into the living room, his face covered in pen marks. "Daddy's home," he smiled before standing between my legs. My arms moved without my permission and wrapped around him.

"Hello, Love," Edward greeted me. Leah was hanging on his back, giggling into his neck every time he bounced.

"Hey."

"Oh, good, Edward, you're back." Esme gushed as she entered the living room. I was just glazing the chicken for dinner.

"Sounds great, Mom," he dipped down and kissed her cheek making Leah giggle even more.

"I actually wanted to talk to you and Anthony about something." He announced.

"Oh, why don't Leah and I go and set the table." I did try to get up by my legs still wouldn't move.

"It's okay, Bella. I don't want you to leave." I could see the desperation in his eyes. He was concerned about something.

I nodded my head and he gave me a small grin.

He sat down on the floor, Leah slid of his back with ease. "Anthony, how do you feel about spending the weekend with Grandma and Grandpa?"

I felt his body tense in my arms. "All weekend?" He whispered.

"Edward, what's going on?" Esme broke in, concern laced in her voice.

"Emmett needs my help with something, and I was hoping Anthony could stay here while I was away."

"What's happened with Emmett?" I asked.

Edward looked from his mother to me. "I don't know what's happened. He just said that he needed my help and it involved a road trip. Don't you know?" I shook my head.

"Of course he can stay here Edward. A road trip would be good for you. You don't get out enough." Esme interrupted our staring.

"Daddy? Can Leah stay too?"

"Eh, Bella?" My body tensed. I was not sure if Leah would be comfortable staying here.

"Leah? Would you like to spend the night here with Anthony, me and Carlisle?" Esme asked her. She nodded yes, but I was still unsure.

"Would it be okay with you, Bella? If she gets uncomfortable at any point, I will call you straight away and bring her home."

"Please, Bella." Anthony begged. I guess I could try it, it's only one night. I looked around at the three sets of eyes pleading with me.

"Okay, we can try it."

"Yeah," Anthony yelled and both kids started jumping around. Edward chuckled at their little dances.

"Edward?" He turned to me. His beautiful face lit from excitement, he was excited about this road trip. I guessed it must be hard for him to get away being a single parent. "Would it be okay for Anthony to stay at my house on Saturday? You could pick him up when you come back, and I could take them to the beach like he wanted." I blushed. Please say yes.

"Sounds like a plan," he grinned.

"Anthony you want to stay at Bella's tomorrow night? And then the next day I'll be home."

Anthony stopped dancing and stared at his father in fear. Oh God, he doesn't want to. He looked so scared. I could feel my eyes well up, feeling rejected by a five year old.

"You'll be gone, two nights?" Anthony's eyes were matching my own.

"Yeah, Buddy, that's the weekend. But it's only two nights, two sleeps and I'll be back."

"Two sleeps, one here and one at Bella's?" Tears were now flowing down his adorable face. I realized that this wasn't about staying with me. Anthony was scared of being away from his father for that long. That new knowledge just made the tears come faster.

"Yep, doesn't that sound like fun? You can play with Leah all weekend and we'll talk on the phone every day."

"Promise?"

"I promise, Buddy." Anthony was satisfied with that answer and after a quick hug he was back dancing around the living room. Edward was a different story. Now he looked scared and upset.

Esme went back to glazing the chicken, and I wanted to get the excitement back into his eyes.

"Edward?"

He turned to me. His face filled with pain. I moved onto the floor and sat beside him.

"He'll be fine, Edward?" He sighed loudly but didn't answer. Instead he slowly moved his hand over and took hold of mind. "I know this is just new for us. Thank you Bella, I'll sleep better knowing he's with you and Leah." He gave me his crooked smile.

I looked at our hands joined together. I didn't feel uncomfortable or nervous.

I felt calm and tingly. I liked the new found friendship.

Edward lay down on his back pulling my hand with him.

"Now, tell me how therapy went?" And I did. I lay down next to him on Esme's cozy cream carpet and retold Carla's theory. I even told him my own worries and theories and he told me his. He never let go of my hand and would squeeze it every time I felt my emotions get the better of me.

Time flew by.

"Grandpa's home," Anthony yelled.

I looked up and almost died in embarrassment. Carlisle was standing in the doorway with Anthony and Leah in both arms. "Evening, kids," he chuckled and walked out of the room.

Edward looked at me and burst out laughing, "You're red as a beetroot, Love."

"Shut up," I smacked his chest with my free hand which made him laugh even more. His laugh was infectious, and I was soon joining him. I couldn't remember the last time I felt so carefree.

"Daddy, Bella, dinner's ready," Anthony echoed through the hall.

"Come on, Love, let's get you fed." He helped me up, and we made our way to the Kitchen.

For the first time in months, I felt light, relaxed and very happy.

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