A/N: Thx Sherry xx

Chapter 24

I woke up sometime later with Edward sitting on the edge of the bed watching me. His eyes were bloodshot and had dark circles underneath, and his face was full of sadness. "Morning," he whispered.

I was still angry at him for keeping me in the dark about our son and so many other things. I just wasn't the psychotic werewolf anymore. I didn't feel the need to rip him to shreds. Perhaps I would ignore him instead.

"Look, I know you're upset with me." Understatement of the year. "And I understand why you're upset. I do, and you have every right to be, but you have to see things from my point of view. I did what I thought was right. My most important priority is keeping Edmund safe, above all else, and if that means making you angry at me in the process then so be it. Your father doesn't know about him and I would like to keep it that way. I didn't want to risk telling you on the road and having one of his spies overhear it. Not only that, like I explained to you last night. I had no way of knowing how you would react and I knew we were fast approaching a full moon. I knew it would upset you finding out that you had a son that you couldn't remember. I mean why wouldn't it upset you? I'd be upset too. I didn't even know if my alpha powers would contain you. It was a risk to my people bringing you here so close to the full moon and not knowing how you were going to react. And my powers only worked because on some level, part of you wanted to submit to me."

I glared at him. Part of me did not want to submit to him, and then I remembered the memory from my sleep. She did, the Bella in my memory wanted to submit to him, and I suppose in one way or another she was still in here, somewhere.

"Can I see him?" I asked as I played with thread on the cover.

"Yes," he answered. When I looked at him, he was smiling a genuine smile. "He's been pacing outside for hours. He's dying to see you."

I laughed, forcing back tears. "Does he remember me?" I asked looking down at the covers.

Edward caught my chin and tilted my head to see him. "Of course he remembers you. You were the best mother there ever was."

"Does he-"

"I told him that you are sick and it's messing with your memory."

I nodded. "How old is he?"

"He's five, five and a half. Don't forget the half," he laughed. "I'll go and get him."

I watched Edward as he got up and went over to the door. I think my stomach was doing somersaults as I waited to see my son.

Edmund walked into the room a few seconds later. He jumped up onto the bed and crawled over to me, pulling me into a hug. "Hi mom," he said so casually, as if it had only been hours since he had last seen me.

"Hi Edmund," I sobbed, pulling him as close to me as possible.

I had a son.

I had a son and I was holding him in my arms.

I knew then that somehow everything was going to work out, one way or another.