"Bella, you know you're the only one for me, right?" Edward whispered in his girlfriend's ear one warm summer evening.

"I know," Bella giggled, a slight blush creeping up her cheeks as they sat on her bed in the empty house. "And you're the only one for me."

"I swear I'm gonna marry you one day," Edward breathed into her hair. Bella closed her eyes and soaked in the love radiating from Edward's shirtless form as he leaned down and covered her lips with his own.

Bella smiled into the kiss, trying to ignore the blush climbing its way up her face again as she wrapped her arms around Edward's neck, pulling his body closer to hers. Silently thanking God that her father was at work, she allowed Edward to remove the blue shirt that was sticking to her chest as her hands made her way down to Edward's belt, her fingers fumbling to unfasten it.

Edward groaned as she unzipped his pants and pushed them down his thighs, her hands grazing over his bulging boxers, making him squirm excitedly.

"Sorry," Bella giggled as her hand lingered a moment longer than necessary.

Rolling his eyes, Edward playfully pushed Bella firmly down onto her mattress with one hand over her racing heart. "Your heart races for me?" he murmured, gazing at Bella through his long lashes as she hurriedly nodded her head.

Taking Bella's hand in his own, he pressed it to his chest, covered in sweat from the heat of the summer afternoon. Bella smiled as she felt the erratic pulse of Edward's heart against her palm. "As mine does for you," he whispered as he lowered himself on top of her, his nose skimming over her cheek as he let his lips linger on her neck, kissing her tenderly, yet desperately, a combination that only Edward could pull off.

Bella whimpered pathetically as Edward's hands trailed down her body, lightly unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them down her legs agonizingly slow.

"Edward," she moaned, arching her back as he brought one hand up and cupped her left breast through her black lacy bra.

Edward eagerly reached behind Bella to unhook her bra and watched in amazement as she fell free from her constraints. Biting his lip hungrily, he lowered his head and happily placed his mouth around her breast, her bra laying lost in the sea of clothes strewn on the floor.

Panting, Bella trailed her hands down Edward's toned chest, smiling as she felt his muscles quivering in anticipation of what was to come. Slipping two fingers under the elastic of his boxers, Bella yanked them down his legs and set his throbbing member free. Biting her lip softly, she hesitantly reached down and placed her right hand around his shaft, giving a light squeeze, eliciting a groan from the back of Edward's throat as he threw his head back at the sensation her touch brought to him. Her eyes always on Edward's face, Bella began to pump up and down, smiling as she watched the flashes of deep pleasure echoing on Edward's face as he was lost in ecstasy.

"Oh God, Bella!" Edward growled in ecstasy, opening his green eyes as his seed spilled out into Bella's hand. Leaning down and giving her a hard kiss on the lips, Edward reached down and ripped her panties off of her body.

Bella gasped in anticipation as Edward began to slowly kiss a path down her body, starting at her lips, working down her throat, between her breasts before smothering those, too in kisses before sponging his way down her flat stomach, finally reaching the inside of her thigh, which was quivering in excitement.

"Oh, Edward," Bella whined. "Please, please," she begged as Edward playfully began to kiss his way back up her body.

"What did you want, sweetheart?" Edward asked innocently as he planted a kiss on her lips again. Looking down into Bella's eyes, he smiled as he saw that they were clouded with an uncomfortable arousal.

Bella glared up at him before arching her back once more as Edward placed a finger at her entrance. Ever so agonizingly slowly, he pushed his forefinger into her before swirling them around in her wetness, reveling in the fact that he could bring these reactions out in the beautiful girl lying under him.

Suddenly, Edward pulled his finger out of Bella's folds, making her whimper and open her eyes to pout at him.

"Relax, love. I believe this part will be even better," Edward chuckled as he leaned down and kissed her lips lovingly before positioning himself at her entrance. "Are you ready?"

"Yes. Always for you," Bella breathed, grabbing Edward's lightly muscled forearms as he slowly pushed himself into her, stopping when he reached her barrier. "Do it, Edward," she moaned, burying her face in his chest as he pushed forward through the barrier.

He stopped as soon as he was through, looking down at Bella's face in concern. Her eyes were closed as she fought the pain and tried to get used to the feeling of having him inside of her. After a moment, she opened her eyes and looked at him. "Carry on, please," she smiled.

"As you wish, love," Edward chuckled as he pulled out and then pushed himself back in with a slow, tender thrust.

"Ah, Edward," Bella moaned headily.

"Oh my God, Bella," Edward breathed unevenly as he continued to thrust in and out of her slowly. "You feel so good."

"Edward!" Bella exclaimed in elation, unable to say anything else. "Oh God, oh God! This is amazing!"

Bella bucked her hips, meeting Edward's careful thrusts. "Faster, Edward, harder!" she breathed as Edward complied, both of them nearing their peak.

"God, Bella! I'm gonna cum!" Edward groaned into Bella's sweaty neck as he felt her walls tighten around him.

"Oh God, Edward!" Bella exhaled as they came together.

Edward collapsed on top of her, panting heavily as he was still inside of her. He reached for her face, pushing the hair out of her sweaty face as he kissed her cheek lovingly.

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"I love you Bella. I swear I'm going to marry you one day," Edward's voice echoed in Bella's mind as she woke to the feeling of a hyper five-year old jumping on her bed.

"Mommy! Mommy! Guess what!?!" a little boy with bronze hair and green eyes shouted as he collapsed on Bella's stomach.

Bella groaned as she opened her eyes to look at the little boy who so resembled his father.

"Yes, Brandon?" Bella asked groggily, trying in vain to remove the memories from her mind.

"I start kindergarten today!" Brandon exclaimed excitedly.

"Oh do you?" Bella asked, chuckling slightly. "I didn't know that school started on a Sunday!"

Brandon's precious face dropped suddenly. "You mean I don't start today?" the pout on his face almost broke Bella's heart.

"You're only a day early, sweetheart," Bella said softly, sitting up and cradling her son in her arms.

"But I wanna go today!" Brandon whined as a tear escaped his brilliant emerald eyes.

"Well, baby. I can't do anything to change the fact that the school isn't open today, but I'll tell you what," Bella leaned in as if she was telling him a secret. "I'll take you to see Grandma and Grandpa. If you're lucky, maybe Aunt Alice and Uncle Jasper will be there."

"And Aunt Rose and Uncle Em?!" Brandon exclaimed, perking up immediately.

"Very likely," Bella nodded seriously, looking down at her son fondly.

"YAY!" Brandon shouted as he jumped off the bed and ran out of Bella's room and down the hall. "Come on, Mommy! Let's go!!"

Chuckling, Bella hoisted herself out of her comfortable bed and walked over to her closet before changing into a pair of grey skinny jeans and a form-fitting green shirt. Walking into the living room, she chuckled to herself as she saw Brandon bounding around the room excitedly.

Bella sat down, her eyes still smiling as she watched her son, and pulled on a pair of black boots that came to the middle of her calves.

"Okay, kid!" Bella exclaimed, heaving herself to her feet. "Let's get going!"

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"Bells!" Alice called from the living room as Bella let herself and Brandon into the Cullens' large white house.

"Aunt Alice!" Brandon shouted excitedly as he took off running in the direction of the living room.

"There's my big boy!" Esme called as Brandon flung himself into the room, laughing wildly as Emmett ran down the stairs towards Brandon, pretending to me a monster.

"Emmett Cullen! Stop scaring my nephew!" Rosalie called from her spot on the couch next to Alice.

"Grampa! Uncle Jasper! Help me!" Brandon called as Emmett ignored his wife and continued to chase him around the living room.

"Oh gosh, Emmett's turned monster again?!" Jasper said in mock-horror.

"I don't know that there's anything we can do to save you," Carlisle said innocently, looking down at his grandson gravely.

"Ah! Help!" Brandon shouted, looking over his shoulder to see Emmett gaining on him.

Rosalie lazily swept her leg out as Emmett ran past, making him trip and fall flat on his face in the middle of the living room.

"Ow!" Emmett whined as he lifted his head to scowl at Rosalie.

"Get him!" Rosalie shouted as she lunged off the couch and landed on Emmett's back, poking and prodding at his sides as Brandon ran over and jumped up next to her, doing the same. Emmett twitched around, shrieking like a helpless little girl.

"Okay, okay! I give up! I give up!" Emmett laughed, holding his arms up at his sides.

"Good," Rosalie said as she stood up and pulled Brandon up at her side. "That goes to show you. Next time, listen to me," she said as Emmett heaved himself to his feet.

"Yeah, yeah, sure. Whatever," Emmett grumbled as he wrapped his arms around Rosalie's waist and she responded by placing her arms around his muscular neck.

"I love you, you goof," Rosalie said softly, leaning in and kissing Emmett softly.

"I love you too," Emmett grinned sheepishly as he pulled away to see his entire family watching him and Brandon covering his face in disgust.

The awkward silence was broken by Jasper's suddenly ragged breath. "Oh no," he gasped, his hand reaching for his heart dramatically.

"What's wrong, Uncle Jasper?" Brandon asked, fear clouding his eyes as Jasper looked up at him.

"I-I-I'm becoming a monster!" Jasper roared as Brandon screamed and took off out the back door, all the men chasing him outside. Through the great glass wall, the women could see Carlise and Jasper running after a terrified Brandon while Emmett chased after them.

"I'll save you, Brandon!" they heard Emmett shouting.

"Well, I have to go do the dishes," Esme sighed, standing up from her chair and turning to Bella, who still stood in the doorway. "I'll talk to you later, sweetheart," she said, leaning in and giving Bella a comforting hug.

"Okay, Esme," Bella said softly.

"Bells?" Alice said tentatively. "Are you okay?"

Bella looked up, putting a very fake happy façade on. "Me? I'm just fine," she lied.

"Oh, Bella. You really should know better by now," Rosalie shook her head impatiently. "We know you better than that. You can't lie to us."

"Yeah," Alice said softly. "What's wrong?"

Sighing, Bella stepped forward into the room, sitting on the couch inbetween her two best friends.

"I had a dream last night," she said slowly. "About… him."

"You always dream about him," Rosalie rolled her eyes. Alice turned and glared at her. "Sorry."

"What was the dream about?" Alice asked, placing an arm around her friend's shoulders.

"Our first time," Bella whispered. Alice and Rosalie stayed silent, unsure what to say to that. Bella continued, "It was so real, like it was actually happening all over. I can still hear exactly what he said to me. 'You're the only one for me. I swear I'm gonna marry you one day,' What a lie."

"Bella, he meant it. He really did," Rosalie said tentatively, not at all sure how to go about comforting her.

"Yeah. Bella, he loves you. He still does," Alice added, shooting a significant glance in Rosalie's direction.

"Have you talked to him lately?" Bella asked.

"Very recently," Rosalie said hesitantly.

"How recently?" Bella whispered.

"Last night," Alice said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Bella's face remained determinedly blank, refusing to remember the countless times she had called him the first few months after he left for college, trying to let him know that she was pregnant with his child. He never answered her phone calls, though, and his family refused to tell him for her, so he still didn't know that he was a father.

Well as long as he stays away from me, then there's no need for him to ever know. Bella thought to herself.

"There's more," Alice said hesitantly. Bella looked up to see her and Rosalie in some kind of silent battle.

"What are ya'll doing?" she asked, looking from Alice to Rosalie suspiciously.

Rosalie took a deep breath and wrapped her hand around Bella's. "He's coming home," she breathed quietly.

Bella sat in a stunned silence, trying to comprehend what Rosalie had told her. 'He's coming home.' The words echoed in her mind, refusing to let her get her thoughts straight.

"Oh God," she finally said. "When?"

"Today," Alice whispered.

Bella shot up from the couch and walked away from them, toward the back door.

"Where are you going?" Alice asked, standing up hurriedly and following her.

"I think Brandon and I should go home," Bella said blankly.

"Bella, you're going to have to face him eventually," Rosalie said, suddenly at Bella's other side. "What are you going to do? Take Brandon and leave the state? You know you won't. You love Forks too much."

"I can't see him, Rose," Bella whimpered. "He broke me so badly. I can't face him again. He doesn't even know about Brandon."

"Bella, that's his own fault," Esme said from the doorway. All three girls turned to face her, unaware that she had been there.

"What?" Bella whispered as Emse slowly walked over to them and looked out the window at all the boys playing together.

"I love my son, Bella. You know that and I'm sure you understand better than anyone else," Esme said, gesturing out the window at Brandon, "but he messed up when he left you and I know he regrets that decision every second of every day. If he would have gotten over the fact that he left, he would have answered the phone and he would have known that you were having his child, but his guilt got the best of him. Bella, don't you see? Even if his not knowing about his son were your fault, he would never blame you. He has too much of a guilty conscience. He has always shouldered all the blame and I doubt that he's changed. Wouldn't you rather get it over with? Tell him now, rather than drag it out and wait for him to come see you?"

Bella stared out the window, watching as Brandon rolled in the grass, laughing as Carlisle scooped him up in his arms and twirled him around.

"I don't want to just ambush him the second he gets here," Bella whispered. "I love him too much."

"Bella, he doesn't deserve your love or any mercy from you," Rosalie said harshly. "He should have known about Brandon before he was even born, but he was too stubborn to answer his damn phone!"

"Bella, I love my brother, but she's right. You should tell him as soon as he gets in," Alice agreed.

Bella stood still, contemplating whether to wait for him to get there and tell him instantly, or to wait a while and tell him later, but her decision was made when the front door opened.

"Hello? I'm home!" Edward called through the house.

"Oh, God. I'm not ready to do this," Bella whispered.

"It'll be fine," Esme said quietly before raising her voice to call her son. "We're in here, sweetie!"

"Hey Mom!" Edward said as soon as he stepped into the room. He wrapped his arms around his mother and sighed. "I missed you so much."

Bella breathed deeply in and out as she felt Rosalie and Alice leave her sides to hug Edward as well. He still hadn't seen her.

"Edward! Hey! It's been so long!" Alice exclaimed.

"Hey Edward! You missed my wedding," Rosalie said in an overly-sweet voice.

"Heh, well, you know. School is demanding," Edward said, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

"My wedding isn't all you missed," Rosalie mumbled before Alice jabbed her elbow into her side.

"What was that?" Edward asked, before his eyes lit upon Bella, still standing at the window, looking like a deer in the headlights. "Bella? Wow," he breathed.

Bella stepped away from the window slowly and, without a word, walked past Edward, and up the stairs.

"Edward, you should go talk to her," she heard Esme's voice follow her as she made her way up to Edward's third-floor bedroom.

Opening the door slowly, Bella stepped in and took a deep breath, waiting for Edward to come. All too soon, she heard the door close softly behind her and, with another deep breath, she turned around to face the love of her life.

"Hey, Bella," Edward said softly, taking a step closer to her, reaching his hand out to touch her arm softly.

Bella took a small step back and Edward's hand dropped to his side. Ignoring the pained expression on his face, Bella turned away from him and walked over to his window, looking out into the yard.

"Are you going to say anything?" Edward asked sadly.

"Six years," Bella sighed without turning around. She heard a sharp intake of breath behind her and turned to look at him again. "I haven't seen you in six years."

"Bella, I…." Edward started to say, but Bella cut him off, holding her hand out to stop him.

"No. I don't want an explanation, nor do I need one. You had bigger and better things on your mind than a girlfriend," Bella shrugged, noticing that the pained expression in his face only got worse with each word she spoke. "I get that, really I do, but I have something I have to tell you. And you can't blame me, because I tried to call you everyday for four months before I gave up."

"Bella," Edward tried again, but she interrupted him again.

"No, Edward. Let me say what I have to say, damnit!" Bella exclaimed, slapping her hands to her thighs in exasperation. Edward went painfully still and looked at her expectantly. "Are you going to let me finish?" Edward rolled his eyes and nodded his head. "Okay. I tried calling you everyday for four months to tell you something, not to beg you to come back to me, but to tell you something that I thought you ought to know. When you left me six years ago, I was pregnant. I had your baby five years and a few months ago and the very last time that I heard your voice or tried to call you was on the day Brandon was born when I got your voicemail… again."

Edward stood stock-still as he allowed this information to sink in. "I-I think I need to sit down," he muttered as he wobbled a bit in his spot by the door. Bella rushed forward and helped him over to his bed as he plopped down and sat there, staring off into space while it sank in.

After a moment, he looked up to see Bella looking out the window again. "Why do you keep looking out there?" he asked.

Bella looked up and saw him watching her curiously. She walked over to the bed and grabbed his hand, pulling him up. "It's excruciatingly painful how much he looks like you sometimes," she muttered as she led him over to the window and let him look out.

Edward watched his brothers and his father running around the backyard with a little boy, his little boy. The untidy bronze hair would have given it away even if he hadn't just found out about his son.

"His name's Brandon you said?" Edward asked, surprised to find that there were tears streaming down his face.

"Yeah. Brandon Edward Cullen," Bella said, also looking down on the yard, her shoulders touching Bella's.

"When I decided to come back, I did hope to see you again. I wanted to apologize. I hoped that you would forgive me and that, maybe, if you hadn't moved on, you might agree to try again," Edward said quietly, a little embarrassed. "Now I have to work to earn your trust back twice as hard. I screwed up so bad, Bella. I-I totally understand if you don't want me to see him, but I just want you to know that I want to be in his life."

"Edward Cullen!" Bella exclaimed suddenly, looking away from the mirror and pivoting to face Edward. "Did you for one second think that I wasn't going to let you see your son? God, he is going to flip out over this! Today he meets his daddy, tomorrow he starts kindergarten. He'll be twice as excited!"

"Really? You would let me see him?" Edward asked.

"Of course! How could you possibly be dense enough to think otherwise?" Bella answered.

"I don't know. I screwed up so bad…." Edward trailed off.

"Edward," Bella said softly. "That's the past. You're back now and that's all that matters. Besides, if I didn't let you see him, then when he grew older and found out about this, he would probably hate me for the rest of his life!"

Edward stayed silent, still staring out the window until he saw the party head inside and he turned away to face Bella. "Kindergarten, huh?" he asked.

"Yep," Bella nodded.

"You scared?" Edward smirked.

"Honestly? Yes. But he's so excited, so I'm pretending I'm not, just for his sake," Bella said.

"Don't worry about it," Edward said. "I'll be there to help you through the separation," he joked.

"Oh shut up," Bella said, slapping his stomach with the back of her hand. It was amazing how naturally it all came back to her, being friendly with Edward. "Are you ready to meet your son, then?"

Edward took a deep breath and nodded his head. "Yeah. Let's go," he said, his voice cracking a little.