Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters. Story is inspired by the Mexican novela "Caer en Tentation"

Bella

It's been a long time since a kiss has ignited that much desire in me.

Everything, even the way he gripped my hips and pinned me against the counter made my body shiver. His lips were soft and inviting, even as he kissed me roughly. His intoxicating smell was addicting and the way he groaned as his hips pressed into mine made my stomach clench. He pulls away when I gasp for air, but his lips never leave my skin. They travel down my jaw to my neck, pushing the strap of my dress out of his way. I reach back, throwing everything off the counter and into the sink, and with his help, I'm on the counter and I wrap my legs around his waist.

I bring his face back to mine, locking our lips together. Edward grounds into me, his erection brushing against the most sensitive part of me and I moan, tugging at his hair.

We're so lost in our kiss, in our each other, we almost didn't hear the back door opening. If it hadn't been for the loud thudding against the hardwood floor, we would've never heard her coming.

"Fuck!" We hissed, pulling apart.

Edward pulls himself away from me, keeping his back turned to the doorway to hide his prominent erection and I hop off the counter, trying to fix myself up. Well, as fixed up as I can be with my skin literally on fire and my heart pumping at a thousand miles per hour. I ran a hand through my suddenly untamed hair, plant a casual smile on my face and pretend as if nothing happened.

Lucy comes running in the kitchen.

"Daddy, when is dinner going to be ready?" She asks.

I kneel to her height, keeping Edward out of her line of vision and say, "Uh, I think we're going to order pasta tonight, honey. Why don't you go back outside and play with the boys and I'll call you guys in when it gets here?"

Lucy jumps, hugging EmmyBear tightly against her chest.

"Yay! I love pasta! I'm gonna go tell Noah and Jaime!" And she's off, running around the corner to the living room and back outside.

Edward and I stay silent until we hear the back door close. When I get up, I see Edward leaning back against the counter with both hands gripping it at either side of him. We stand there, quietly looking at each other as the recent events dawn on us. It was very stupid what just happened. Stupid and careless, how could I let myself get that carried away? Not to mention if the kids would have seen us and it'll probably confuse them even more.

"Bella, I'm sorry-"

"Don't apologize."

"It was careless and selfish," he said.

I'm glad we're on the same page.

"It was..."

But I could still feel his lips on mine. My skin still burned where his lips had touched me and the butterflies in my stomach told me I wanted more. Not to forget the pressure between my legs. I wanted so much more. There is no way I could get this one taste of Edward and not have him again.

Maybe... maybe it is okay to be a little selfish...

I take a cautious step toward him, studying his reaction. He looked conflicted, like he was fighting the same battle as I was. Like he didn't know if he truly meant to be that selfish.

"Perhaps next time we'll have to be a little more careful."

His eyes widened at my statement. With one hand, I grip the collar of his shirt and with the other, I cup the side of his face and pull him toward me. This time I kiss him slowly, more gently, truly taking my time with the kiss. I can taste the mint, enjoy the softness of his lips, and even dare to give his bottom lip a little tug between my teeth. Edward groans when I do and his hands grip me tighter against him. I pull away, only enough to look him in the eyes, our forehead pressed together. His eyes bore into mine. Green to brown, with a look that could melt me on the spot.

He wants me.

Probably as much as I want him...

"I think... I think I'll go order the food now."

Edward lets out a shaky breath and swallows.

"Yes, I think that's a good idea."

I finally manage to tear myself away from his grasp and go in search of my purse as he cleans the mess we made.

Just half an hour later, we get the kids to come back inside to wash their hands and eat their dinner. Instead of sitting at the dinner table, we sit in the living room watching The Chronicles of Narnia, eating pasta, and drinking soda. It was like taking a break from everything that was happening with the case where we simply immersed ourselves with being with the kids, watching them laugh, interact, and tell us about their day.

It was a good night that ended on a bad note. At one point, my phone lit up with an email notification. I swipe it, revealing my lock screen background that's a picture of Emmett with the boys. I wasn't sure why I still had the picture as my lock screen. Not that I thought much about it with everything going on. Changing my lock screen was the least of my concerns at the moment.

"Hey, that's Emmy!" Lucy, who was sitting next to me, said.

I turn to see her pointing at my phone screen.

"What is it, Lucy?"

"You have Emmy on your phone!"

"Mom doesn't have an Emmy on her phone. She has Dad and us," Noah said between bites.

Edward's eyes meet mine briefly before going down to my phone on the table. Maybe she was confused. But then why would she confuse a teddy bear with an actual person?

"No, that's Emmy. Mommy's friend."

Edward and I are both still at her words, our eyes meeting each other again as her words sink in. I turn my phone on, showing her the picture on my lock screen.

"Do you know him, Lucy?"

Lucy smiles, nodding her head. "Yes, that's Emmy!"

Jaime frowns. "How do you know my dad?"

"He is Mommy's friend," Lucy repeats before taking a drink of her soda.

"Okay, but how do you know him, sweetheart?" I ask.

"He would go on playdates with me and Mommy to the park, and we get ice cream and go to movies. He got me dresses and he gave me Emmybear for my birthday!" She shows off her teddy bear at her side. "I like him because he's big like a teddy bear."

Edward and I glance at each other. His eyes were wide, almost fearful. Why would Rosalie take her daughter to see and play with Emmett?

"Lu, why didn't you tell me about Emmy?" Edward asked her, his voice hoarse.

Lucy shrugs as she plays with the meatballs on her plate. "Mommy told me not to say anything or else I could not see Emmy anymore."

I turn my phone on and show her a different picture of Emmett. One where he is on his own. This has to be some kind of mistake. "Sweetheart, are you sure this is Emmy?"

Lucy nods. "Yes, yes, that is EmmyBear."

"Excuse me." Edward stands abruptly and walks out the back door, slamming it on his way out.

"Kids, finish your food and stay here. I'll be right back."

I follow Edward outside, making sure the door is shut behind me and follow him into the darkness of the backyard. The sunset an hour ago. Edward is pacing around, running his hands over his hair frantically and cursing under his breath.

"Edward."

He looks at me, his eyes are wide and fearful. "What if... what if Lu... Fuck!" He kicks a chair out of his way. "Bella, what if Lu-"

I knew what he wanted to ask. It was right there on the tip of his tongue but even he couldn't say it because of how heartless it sounds. There's no way, I refuse to believe it.

"No, Edward, there is no way-"

"How do you know? I mean, how the fuck can we be sure?"

"Edward, they couldn't have been as selfish as to do something like this!"

Edward laughs, loudly and humorlessly. He rubs his face roughly.

"Please, Bella, don't be so fucking naive. Haven't the last two months taught you anything?"

"Edward-"

"Rosalie didn't want kids!" He shouts. "We fought about this for years because I wanted to have a family with her. I wanted kids, but she didn't. She fought me every step of the way and she made it more than perfectly clear that kids were off the table, so I accepted it because I loved her. I convinced myself that all I needed was her and we could be happy just the two of us. Then, six years ago I found a positive pregnancy test in the trash can. She wasn't even going to tell me.

"And we fought and fought, but it was perfectly clear she didn't want the baby, and I couldn't force her to have a child she didn't want. I couldn't do that to her, to myself and much less a child. I had to man up and be there for her. I stood by her side at the clinic, I held her hand during the entire process and then we acted as if it never happened and while on the inside I was crushed. Then, three years ago, I found out she's pregnant again and now she wants to keep the baby. She tells me that she had a change of heart…"

He stops pacing and looks at me. The look in his eyes breaks my heart. It's a look of total despair.

"What if... what if the only reason she wanted to have this baby was because she knew there was a possibility it was Emmett's? Their affair went on for five years and Lucy was born within that time span." Edward laughs again, running his hand through his hair. "Of course, it's been in front of me this entire time. I was too fucking blind to see it, or maybe I saw it and just didn't want to admit what's been in front of me this entire fucking time!"

"Edward, please-"

"I mean, you've said it yourself, Bella. Maybe I was an imbecile for believing Rosalie, for not seeing what was right in front of me. Five years and I never realized she was cheating. And then it takes me two months to even think of the possibility that my daughter is not mine! So you were right. I was fucking blind. I was fucking naive for thinking Rosalie could ever love me. I am the fucking imbecile!"

I stand there, stunned by his outburst. My heart broke for him. How could Rosalie do this to him? I mean, he wasn't wrong. There was a possibility, however slim, that Emmett could be Lucy's father, but for Rosalie to do something like that to Edward is heartless. Aborting the child he wanted and having one that might not have been his and for them to have a secret child together...

"You are not an imbecile," I said, my voice hoarse. "Not even close, Edward. They just hid it so well."

Edward scoffs and his shoulders drop. He looked broken. Defeated.

"What are you going to do?" I ask, trying my best to hold back the tears.

"I think I'm going to ask my father to run a paternity test."

"Edward, what good will that do? It will hurt you more if the results come back negative."

Edward shakes his head. "No, I need to know, Bella. I need to know at what lengths this went for Rosalie... if she ever loved me. I need to know."

"What about Lu?"

Edward shook his head, again. "I love Lucy with everything I have inside me, Bella. She's the only thing that has kept me from falling apart. This has nothing to do with her. This is about Rosalie and our relationship. I've never felt worthy of her love. She was too good, too beautiful to have settled for me and when I think of her with Emmett, it makes sense. It made sense why she would cheat on me with a man like him. Though, I cannot see why he would be as stupid as to cheat on you, but I understand her.

"I need to know, Bella. I need to know if the only reason why she aborted the first time was because she never truly loved me enough to want to have a family with me and she had this child only because she loved him. She loved him in a way she could never love me."

His words broke my heart. I wanted nothing more than to wrap my arms around him and hug him as tight as I could, to show him that he is worth loving. I've never hated Rosalie Cullen as much as I do now. She had a wonderful man by her side that tried to make up for the lack of money with his devotion to her, to their daughter, and she stabbed him in the back multiple times.

"Do it," I tell him. I reach over and take his hand in mine. "Ask Carlisle for the paternity test."

I could tell by the glossy look in his eyes that he was trying his best to bite back the tears. I couldn't stop myself then, not after seeing him so broken and terrified. Terrified about the truth of his daughter. It didn't matter how wrong this felt at times. Nothing in that moment mattered to me more than helping him, comforting him in the same way he had comforted me before.

I reach over and wrap my arms around him, pulling him to me. He comes to me easily, wrapping himself around me and burying his face in my hair and all I could do was hold him tightly. I don't know how long we stayed out there in the dead of night, in our tight embrace, but we knew then that we had to brace ourselves for what was about to come.

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"You fucking bastard."