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

A little lemon ahead hehe

TW: Talks of miscarriage

Bella

I wake to my phone buzzing on the nightstand beside me. My heart almost leaps out of my chest, the memories of the last time I got a call in the middle of the night flooding as I reach for it. I sigh in relief when I see Edward's name. I sit up and answer.

"Edward? Edward, are you okay?"

It takes him a moment to answer. I haven't heard from him since he stormed out of his house. I tried to go after him, but Carlisle stopped me, telling me he needed to cope with it on his own and he would reach out when he was ready. Perhaps now he is, in the middle of the night.

"I'm... fine." His voice is hoarse. "Are-are you okay?"

His question has me looking at the mess I made in my room. Emmett's things scattered all over the floor, the missing pictures that I destroyed and were now all in the trash bin. All evidence of the chaos that reaped the moment I got home. It doesn't scream okay.

"I've been better."

"Do you have a moment?" He asked. "I'm home right now. My parents took Lucy for the night and I just... I-I need someone to talk to."

"I'll be right there, okay?"

"Thank you, Bella."

I hang up and get up from bed, changing into something more comfortable. An old sweater and a pair of sleep shorts. It was close to midnight, but Rita was still up, drinking tea in the kitchen.

"What are you doing up?" She asked, placing her cup on the counter.

"I'm going to Edward's. Will you be okay here with the boys? I'll be back soon."

"Is that wise?"

"I'll be with Edward," I said, grabbing my keys. "He won't let anything bad happen."

When I got to Edward's house, I found him sitting on the dining room table with scattered papers all around him, trying to sort it all out, but it seemed the more he sorted through the papers, the more stressed he got. I leave my purse on one of the chairs and approach the table, looking down at the scattered documents.

"What's all this?"

Edward sighs, dropping his arms on the table like dead weight.

"It's... well, finance records, permits, licenses from the garage. I've been trying to sort this out but with everything going on, I kind of pushed them aside."

"You do know of the existence of folders and cabinets, right? Ever heard of a computer?"

Edward rolls his eyes. "Yes, I have and for your information, I was a computer geek in high school. But when you're the only one running a business, it's kind of hard trying to keep things in order."

"Rosalie wasn't much help, was she?"

"No. She rarely went to the garage. She said it was my business, not hers."

The more I hear about Rosalie, the more I'm convinced she was an ungrateful bitch. And the more I hated her.

"And why didn't you hire someone to handle all the paperwork?"

"I thought about it, but the garage brings in enough for me to maintain the house, buy food and pay the bills. I can't afford a salary for an additional employee."

I hum to myself, looking down at all the scattered papers. I could help him, I've got experience and I have time. Loads of it.

"I'll work for you then."

Edward laughs. "What?"

I shrug, taking a seat beside him. "I have very good organization skills and I could use the job. Now, I'm no computer geek like you but I know my way around it. I can even be reasonable and not get paid until we get the garage up and running better than before."

Edward leans on the table and looks at me with a slight frown on his face.

"You don't work, do you? All this time we've spent together and I never asked you."

"No." I laughed. "I did before but when Emmett got his first good deal with an author, he made more than enough for the two of us, so I stayed home with the kids." I took one of the papers in my hand and said, "I kind of miss working."

"Well, if you don't mind the work and not getting paid right away, then you're hired."

I smile at him. "You know, you could always pay me in beer."

"That I can do." He gets up and walks to his fridge, getting two modelo bottles out. "And they're nice and cold."

I take the bottle from him and take that opportunity to really look at him. He looks better than I expected. While I was on my way here, I was expecting to find him a mess, maybe drinking his sorrows away, maybe angry and full of resent. I thought I'd had to deal with his asshole side, which I'm not even sure he has. But he seems okay. All of these lies that have surfaced and everything we've learned about their affair doesn't seem to affect him.

"Are you okay, Edward?" I ask him. "After what we found out today-"

"I'm... I'm trying not to think about it," he said, avoiding eye contact. "I just... my parents took Lucy for the night because they wanted to give me some space and I appreciate it. I just - I don't want to think about it any further tonight."

I understood where he came from, but avoidance was not a good coping strategy. I've learnt this the hard way.

"I lost a baby two years ago."

Edward looks at me, shocked. "What?"

"Two years ago, around August I found out I was pregnant. I was happy because I thought I'd finally get my little girl, but by the end of September, I miscarried. Emmett seemed… relieved in a way. He wasn't exactly happy about the pregnancy, he seemed very detached. He never said it out loud, but I could see it in his eyes. It makes sense now, though."

The loss of my baby is something I've pushed deep in the back of my mind. But now, with this news, I couldn't help but to think about it again. To imagine what my baby would have been like, right here, with me and my boys.

Edward sighs, his hands clenching into tight fists as he takes a seat again.

"Are you okay?" He leaned closer and took my hand in his.

"I'm heartbroken... and I'm done, Edward. All of this has been too much and my boys don't even know what's happening. I'm tired and I'm done..."

Edward nods, looking down at our joined hands. "Me too. This with Lucy feels like the last straw. She's my daughter and I don't care what the DNA tests tell me. All I know is that I can't do it anymore, Bella. I want this over with."

"I do, too." I give him a gentle squeeze. "At least we'll be there for each other."

"Definitely," he said, before bringing my hand to his lips.

For the next hour, I helped Edward organize the mess he called paperwork. It was adorable to see him so concentrated on his work and very admirable to see him so focused on getting his garage to do better than it is now. He does this thing where he bites the inside of his lower lip and his eyes scrunch together when he's concentrating. I managed to get in a new system to file the documents and even joked around with him about being so old fashioned, he doesn't own a computer. So much for being a computer geek.

An hour later and after going through many beers, we finally manage to separate all his files into three piles. By the time we're done, we ate some leftover pizza and talked. We talked about everything. He told me about his childhood, about having an overprotective sister and his parents. His favorite color is blue and a massive Die Hard fan and apparently he was a quarterback in high school. Everything about him was so normal and free. He was a man with a belief system, with dreams and goals and an attitude. I admired him for it, and it made me question even more why wasn't it enough for Rosalie?

It was easy to forget the looming case over our heads and the betrayal of our spouses. It was easy being with him. He somehow managed to fill that hole that Emmett tore into my chest little by little. Somehow, with Edward, I was able to breathe a little easier.

It was close to 3 am by the time we were done eating, so I helped him clean the dining room table before heading home.

"Was Lucy happy about spending the night at your parents?" I ask as I finish washing off our plates.

"Yes. She loves any excuse to spend time with my mother," he said as he threw the bottles away. "Is Rita with the boys?"

I nod, wiping my hands on a rag. "Yes, she was awake before I left."

Edward nods, leaning against the counter and his arms cross over his chest.

"Thank you," he said after a short pause. "Thank you for being here, Bella. I don't know what I would've done without you."

I shrug, playing with the rag between my fingers. "It's nothing. You, Lucy and the boys are the only thing keeping me grounded right now."

Edward takes a beat looking around the kitchen and then says, "Detective Black asked me to go to the cabin with him tomorrow."

My body tensed. "The cabin? For what?"

"Apparently the FBI is coming to help with the case. He wants to give them everything he can and he asked me to go and see if I recognize anything, find something about Rosalie they may have missed that might help the case."

I cross my arms over my chest. "Why wouldn't he ask me to go as well?"

"It is their cabin, Bella, and we both know how this can affect you."

"It does affect me, but I am not weak, Edward. You can't keep me in the dark, not when it comes to Emmett and the case."

Edward sighs, running a hand through his hair. "If you want to come, I can't stop you. I'm just looking after you, Bella, I want you to be okay."

My heart swells. I've forgotten what it feels like to be looked after. With Emmett it was simply the idea that he wanted to protect me. From what? I have no idea. But with Edward it seems more like he cares for me. I can see this goes beyond the case, he has seen me at my weakest and while I hate that, I will forever be in debt to him for being there for me when Emmett failed.

I uncross my arms and look down at my feet. "Thank you..." I try to hide my blush but it's almost impossible. "I appreciate it."

When I look up, Edward bites the inside of his lip again. The atmosphere in the room goes from light and carefree, to suddenly heavy. It didn't go over my head that I'm standing in the same spot we kissed, nor have I been able to stop looking at his lips. My heart slowly picks up its pace and my hands grip the rag tighter.

"Bella..."

I look at him in the eyes. They're dark, full of desire. I swallow, hard as anticipation builds in the pit of my stomach.

"Yes?"

His eyes travel to my lips. "I... I haven't been able to stop thinking about the other day."

"Me neither," I admit, breathlessly.

Edward takes a cautious step toward me and when he realizes that I'm not about to run for the hills, he walks toward me until we're face to face, our nose barely grazing each other. I have to tilt my head up to be able to look at him. Our heavy breathing is the only sound in the room. His hand gently cups the side of my face, his thumbs slowly caressing my cheek while his fingers play with my hair. The sensation of his nails running through my hair, slowly massaging the tension out of me is enough to make me close my eyes and let out a quiet moan.

Edward leans in, his lips barely grazing my cheek.

"I can't understand how he could do this to you," he whispers, leaving small butterfly kisses along my cheek, down my jaw line. "How could he be such a fool to betray you like that..." Edward pulls away enough for me to look at him in the eyes and says, "If you were mine I'd worship you every fucking day."

I'm holding onto the counter for dear life. I want his lips on me. I want him to kiss me and make me forget everything we're going through. I want to lose myself in him and remember what it feels like to be solely consumed by someone.

I want him. I want everything.

"Edward," I beg.

His lips linger over mine as his free hand travels down to my chest, stopping right where my heart pounded against my chest.

"When was the last time he made your heart race like this?"

He looks at me, expecting me to answer.

I can hardly concentrate on breathing as his hand gives my breast a gentle squeeze, circling his thumb over my puckered nipple over my shirt. Next thing I know, he grabs me by the waist and holds me up. I gasp, quickly wrapping my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his waist. He brings my face down to his with his free hand, pressing his lips against mine as he walks out of the kitchen and into the living room. He doesn't stop the feverish kiss as he lays us on the couch. His touch feels like fire against my skin. His lips are hard and demanding. I run my fingers through his hair, giving him a gentle tug that makes him buckle against me, rubbing his erection against my hips. My breathing stops when his fingers slip under the waistband of my shorts, feeling me over my panties. I throw my head back, breaking our kiss when he adds pressure over my sensitive area.

"Edward," I beg.

He moves my panties aside and his fingers, rough and calloused, caress me slowly, rubbing over my sensitive clit. I moan, gripping his arms tightly. With his free hand, he tugs my head back and kisses me as his fingers work their way inside me. He swallows each and every one of my moans, his heavy breathing mixing with mine.

"Christ!" I moan against his lips and look away when it becomes too hard to breathe.

His lips never leave my skin and his touch doesn't stop, thrusting his fingers into me hard and fast. I squirm under him, the sensations becoming too much.

"That's it," he moans against my ear, slightly thrusting his hips against mine. "You feel so good, Bella."

"Edward," I moan, arching my neck as works his fingers inside me, my legs riding higher on his hips. I cry out when his lips wrap around my nipple. I hadn't even realized he pulled my shirt up.

It all became too much. The streaky rhythm of his fingers pumping into me, his hot mouth against my breast and the weight of his body on mine, it was too much. I came, my moan filling the room. My hands grip his hair tightly as I come down off my high. The only sound in the room was of our heavy breathing. Edward leaves small, butterfly kisses along my forehead, down to the tip of my nose and my lips and removes his hand from my shorts and pulls my shirt down.

"Stay," he whispered against my skin.

I look at him, still panting. His emerald eyes are dark with desire. I know it cannot go any further tonight, no matter how much I wanted it, but I've dreamt about sleeping in his arms. I want to remember the feeling of being cherished.

So, with a gentle kiss, I say, "Okay."

Author's Note:

Just wanted to take a quick second and thank everyone for following and reviewing my story! I appreciate it so much!

Chapter Fourteen Preview -

"Everything about this cabin screamed home. The warm brown leather couches, the scattered blankets, the fireplace, the old radio, and the red brick walls."