Thanks for reviewing, as always! I've been on a little vacation for the past week, but now I'm back and in a writing mood. I'm not exactly sure how many chapters that are left in this story, but I do have the outline mostly worked out. Shouldn't be too much longer now, even though I started this story way back in like, February. Which seems like a long time ago, but really isn't.

I have a couple of different stories out now…go check them out if you need something to read! I'm also going to try and update 'Eye of the Beholder' this afternoon, and maybe get through writing the last chapter of 'Divine Mercy'. We'll see how that works out…Blakely feels like being a free-spirited young lady today, and wants to be the center of the universe.

The quote for this chapter is from James Monroe.

"A little flattery will support a man through great fatigue."

EPOV

I sighed heavily and ran my fingers through my hair, shaking my head and pushing the papers away from me. "This is impossible." I said darkly, pursing my lips. I had just gotten back to the White House a few minutes ago, and I was already feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders again.

Alice sighed, perching on the edge of my desk and picking up the stack of papers. She leaned over slightly and brushing up against me, but didn't look at me. "It really isn't." She disagreed, flipping through the papers. "We can do it, we'll just have to figure out how." Alice said, running her manicured fingertip over a few words.

"No one is going to be happy with this." I pointed out, pushing the papers further towards Alice. "You're my publicist, so tell me how to handle it." I said firmly. Alice sighed again, and I noticed that she was leaning further into my side, scooting closer to me. Then, she reached over and ran her hand down my arm as we both looked down at the papers again. Through the months that Alice and I have been working together, I've noticed that she has always tried to get closer to me. I've ignored it up until now, because now I'm stressed and feeling overworked. "Alice, don't do that. I'm married." I said, blatantly shifting away from her slightly.

She sighed, touching her arm again. "Yes, I'm aware of that." She said, a little snidely. "Your wife shoves it in my face every single time I'm around her.

"For a good reason, apparently." I said dryly. "You know that I have a wife, so why are you doing this kind of thing?" I asked, frustrated as she touched my arm again.

"I also know that you and your wife aren't exactly on the best of terms. There are a lot of rumors going around, and you must be dying to alleviate some of the…tension that comes along with your job." Alice said huskily, slowly reaching up and touching the line of my jaw.

"My relationship with Bella is private, and I'm going to stay faithful to her no matter what. Trust me, if any tension needs to be alleviated, she'll take care of it." I snapped, swatting Alice's hand away. This was getting out of control, but Alice was good at her job. If I stopped things now and didn't let it go on, there would be no problem.

Alice huffed loudly, but moved a little closer. "I've seen the way you look at me." She whispered, her voice soft and her eyes gentle. "And I feel the same way."

I stared at her in confusion, wondering when I had given out these vibes. Before I could move away, the door to my office opened. I glanced up quickly and saw Rosalie, my brother's wife and my wife's best friend, standing there with her eyes widened and her mouth open. "Alice, just go." I said abruptly, nudging her away. Alice did so, hurrying out of the room past Rosalie, her high heels clacking as she left.

Rosalie continued to stare at me and I continued to stare at her, until she finally walked towards me. "What the hell was that?" She asked angrily, gesturing towards the door Alice had just walked through. "Are you insane? Having an affair with your publicist? This is completely wrong, even if you weren't married." She fumed.

I held my hands up, trying to communicate that I hadn't done anything. "It isn't what it looks like." I said calmly. "She came onto me, and I turned her down. That's all." I swore.

"Bella has told me about her." Rosalie snapped, stepping closer to me. "Ever since Alice started working for you, Bella has felt insecure and threatened. And you're her husband, Edward; you should never make her go through that. And then I walk in here and I see you with her, and I can't help but wonder if Bella has the right to be so scared." Rosalie rattled off. "You make me sick."

"I didn't do anything!" I protested, slamming my fist down on my desk. "Do me a favor, Rosalie, and get your nose out of our business. I haven't done anything with anyone. Bella's my wife, and I love her. I would never hurt her by cheating on her."

Rosalie pursed her lips, clenching her fists. "Tell her about the things Alice did." Rosalie said, arching her eyebrows at me. "Just tell her. If nothing happened, then she at least needs to know that someone is pursuing her husband. So if you don't tell her, then I will."

I just stared at her in stony silence, wishing she would get the hell out of here. "Go." I said firmly, pointing to the door. Rosalie hesitated, but eventually turned on her heel and left. I took a deep breath and ran my hands through my hair, wondering what the hell had just happened and how I could take care of it. Rosalie was right, Bella probably did need to know, but how in the hell would she react? And she could be pregnant…

Signing, I picked up my phone and dialed Bella's cell phone, holding my breath as it rang. Finally, she answered, sounding slightly out of breath. "Hello?"

"Haven't you taken the test yet?" I asked abruptly, not at all ready to confess to her what had just happened with Alice. Especially if Bella was pregnant- she had told me she would call after taking the freaking test, but never had. Bella signed loudly over the phone, and I waited impatiently for her to reply to my question. I tapped my fingers on the top of my desk, restless and anxious.

She was still hesitating, but then she finally answered. "Yes, I took the test. And I'm pregnant." Bella said, her voice flat and practically lifeless. And that told me exactly how she felt about this whole situation. She paused again, and I waited for her to continue. "This doesn't change things, Edward. I still want some time away…to try and be happy again. I miss you, but-"

"I'm not going to miss out on this." I said, a little angry. Our life together was going to go up in flames if Bella and I didn't fix this, and that couldn't happen with her in New York. "You really think I'd be willing to be away from you during your pregnancy? This is our first child, Bella. I don't want to be over 200 miles away from you while you're pregnant. What if something were to happen?" That, and I wanted Bella to be around so that Alice would get the message.

"You were the one that suggested we be apart for a few months." Bella pointed out, sounding angry as well.

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose between my fingers. I couldn't tell Bella about Alice over the phone. She was mad at me now and she was probably scared, and telling her about Alice's advances would probably only make things work. "That was before we knew you were pregnant." I said, trying to regain my calm. Shaking my head to myself, I wondered what was wrong with Bella and I. For a long time, we had been unbelievably happy, and now things were starting to fall apart. Finally, I sighed and decided to try and compromise. "Stay with my parents for the rest of the month, and then come home." I stipulated.

Bella paused again, and I could practically picture her pursing her lips. It was what she always did when we fought, and I found myself missing it. "For the record, New York is my home." She said bitterly, and I closed my eyes briefly, not wanting to revisit that argument. "But fine. I'll be back next month." Bella conceded, and then there was another long moment of silence. "Edward, I'm getting old." Bella said softly, and I could practically hear the tears in her voice. "I can't have a baby."

"You're only thirty four." I said, sighing heavily and rubbing my forehead. "And I'm older than you, anyway." I pointed out. And in that moment, I did feel a lot older than my forty years. This job was something I had wanted, and still wanted, but it was so much pressure and stress and pain. I checked my watch, and sighed loudly. "Love, I have to go into a meeting. Have a nice day, and I'll try and give you a call tomorrow. I love you, Bella." I said, and then hung up the phone before I lost it.

I didn't know what to do.

I tried to make this chapter longer than usual, and now it's time for lunch.

Xoxo- Melodyella aka Mellie