A stern faced Bella stood at the other side of the door; she obviously was not at all pleased to see us at her door… again. But I wasn't going to be ignored. If I was right, which I usually am, then she had a lot explaining to do. I asked her if we could come in.

"If I say no, will you go away?" bless her for trying. I shook my head. "Didn't think so," she reluctantly moved aside, allowing us to step in.

Once our shoes and coats were taken off, and we were sat around the large dining table, Bella turned to face us. "Did you come here to stare at me, or is there another reason you're here?" She demanded. Beside me, Rosalie scoffed; she had still to get over her dislike of Bella. Unfortunately for her, it seemed Bella was far from caring.

"Yes," I jumped, interrupting the glaring contest that had started between my sister and Bella. Under normal circumstances, I'd no doubt that Rose could easily take Bella, but, after the display she put on a few days ago, I wasn't entirely sure Rose was being wise picking a fight with Bella.

"I need to know, we need to know," I corrected myself. "What you meant the other day, when you called Emma your child."

She stared at me as if I was the biggest idiot on the planet. As if I were missing something painstakingly obvious, and maybe I was, but I needed to hear it from her. I needed to be one hundred percent sure, for my own sanity.

She huffed. "What does one normally mean when they refer to someone as 'my child', Alice?" she'd taken on a condescending tone. I refused to be shaken.

In return, I stared at her and let her know that she was having no effect on me.

"I'm not an idiot, Bella." She cocked an eyebrow, as if saying 'I beg to differ', but nothing left her lips. For that, I was grateful as Jasper – who was rigidly sat on my left - was growing more and more irritated with Bella's attitude. "I want to know whose children Emma and Aidan are."

"Mine." She responded. Her tone was clipped.

Well, that was a lot easier than I expected.

"When you say yours," may father cut in, speaking for the first time since our arrival, "do you mean biologically or in sentiment?"

She told him both.

"Oh, Lord Jesus, help me! Would you stop being so cryptic and say something that makes damn sense?!" Rose snapped.

"Do you know what cryptic means, Rosalie?" Bella asked, as she turned her ferocious glare on my sister. Rose's insulted face was answer enough. As if Rose had never responded (which, technically, she hadn't), cryptic messages or remarks contain hidden meanings or are difficult to understand. "Did anything about my response tick any of those boxes? Or, maybe, is your intellect not advanced enough to understand?" The look on Rosalie's face would have been amusing, had it not been so scary. Never had she been addressed like that; no one dared to speak to her as if she was a piece of brainless scum.

"Mum," a soft voice behind us said. "Don't be rude." Emma descended the stairs, wrapped tightly in a fleece dressing gown and thick socks on her feet.

"I'm not." She mumbled. Her eyes concentrated on the painted oak table in front of her.

"Yes, you are." Emma relentlessly argued. "What are you fighting about?"

After Bella offered no information, she turned her green orbs on us. After explaining to her why we were there, Emma explained to us that Bella was hers and Aidan's biological mother.

Carlisle asked how that possible since vampires weren't able of carrying children. He cast a sideways glance at Rosalie when he said this - it seems she's grown more disdainful of Bella since new information was revealed – if it was possible, Rose would have found a way; Emmett softly rubbed his thumb at the back of his wife's hand. At that, both mother and daughter looked at Carlisle like he was the biggest idiot on earth.

"She carried us when she was human," Emma said after realising we weren't going to guess what it is she thought we were incredibly stupid for missing.

"But you said you were half human, half a vampire, a hybrid." A confused Emmett spoke up. "Who's your f-'' he paused. "Oh, dear God, no."

Giving him a bizarre look, Emma answered his question, anyway. "I don't know," she said.

All eyes turned to Bella, who'd developed a sudden interest in her t-shirt.

"Bella," Carlisle gently prodded her. Her head snapped up, a faux look of confusion clouding her face.

"Yes?" she replied as if she hadn't been in the room over the last few minutes.

Annoyed, my husband asked her children's father is.

"Well, that's really none of your business, is it?" she asked him. Her shoulders squared, as if preparing for a fight.

I turned to look at Edward. My brother had gone without saying a single word throughout this whole encounter. On his face was a look of pure concentration, one that made me leave him be for the time being.

It was then that Aidan walked into the house, with a Tesco carrier loosely supported by his left hand. He started addressing his mother and sister when he saw us and cut himself short. "What's happening here?" he asked as he deposited his keys into the bowl resting on the chest of drawers by the door.

His sister briefly recapped him on the events that had just occurred and he did not look pleased at all. "What's it to ya?" he snapped at us.

Seemingly to jump into my train of thought, Rosalie ignored Aidan and addressed Bella, her eyes slightly narrowed. "Whose children are they, Bella?"

"Again, Rosalie, they're mine. Aren't you supposed to be smart? " Bella said nastily.

"Quit being a bitch and answer me properly. Yours and who? It takes two to tango."

Her and hers alone, Bella insisted. She seemed unaffected by Rose's name calling.

"Who is it, mum?" a quiet, scared voice asked. "It may not be their business, but it sure is mine."

Bella slumped against the chair, defeated. "Emma," her voice came out as a whisper. "Please, can we not do this now? I am begging you."

"No," whispered Emma; her voice broke; she cleared her throat. "We've put this off long enough. I've tried not to do think too much about it, because you asked me to, but I've been in the dark for my whole life. I deserve to know who my father is. You met Mark when I was ten, so I know it's not him; who is it?"

"I think it's 'bout time y'all leave, now." Aidan spoke. No one acknowledged him. Bella's pained eyes were trained on her daughter. Our eyes were trained on Bella.

"I really do think it's time your leave, now." She finally turned to face us.

"Are they mine?" oh, he finally decided to speak, then?

Oohh mah gaawwd guys! It's been like 3 months since the last update, which, to be honest, is no different from usual, but I promise not to make you wait that long b/c I've already finished the next chapter and starting the one after that! I really would appreciate reviews!

Song Rec: Proof by Paramore

(isn't their new album fab?!)

Until then,

Arnoldis :D