I want to be your Crystal Baller
I want to be your diamond ring

The one I never gave you and the promise that it brings
Let me be your Crystal Baller
I will show you everything.
I'll be your Crystal Baller

Crystal Baller by Third Eye Blind

Blushing, I take my seat again and decide to just continue my story, "Well, here's a famous ice breaker… I have a kid."

I watch as many emotions fly across his face. So many that I can't even keep up. I think I saw amazement, curiosity, excitement, happiness, and many others like that. What is up with this guy? I should be seeing disgust, horror, and maybe even hatred.

"What is wrong with you?" I ask bluntly, confused.

"Nothing," Edward said grinning and practically bouncing in front of me," This is perfect! Its fate Bella! Really!"

"What? You wanted to become a father? Is this the way you think is easiest to become one?" I freaked out.

"Bella, calm down, love. No, listen. I have a daughter. Her name is Malia. She's in first grade; six years old. And she is the sweetest little girl you will ever meet. She's my world." He said, looking out the kitchen window towards the end of his little speech. I would have been having a panic attack from him calling me love, but I got too caught up in the image of his daughter.

"His name is Jackson, but he prefers Jack." I whisper.

He turned back towards me, his dazzling emerald eyes sparkling.

"How old is he?" Edward asked curiously.

"He's eight, second grade." I say, smiling proudly about my little man.


"Do you think he wants another sibling?" He asked.

I wasn't quite sure if this was just a random question or if he was refereeing towards Malia.

I decided to believe it was the former, for my sake.

"Yeah, he always asks for a sibling. Um actually… he, ah… has always wanted… ah, a little… um ah… sister." I say hesitantly.

"Well that's good; and perfect." Edward smiled. Guess it was the latter.

"So, uh, if you don't mind me asking… where's his mother?" I ask in a whisper.

"No don't worry, her name was Tanya. We both were 20; young and stupid. So she got pregnant. She only hung around for a couple months after Malia was born, then suddenly left one day; leaving a note explaining that she was too young and wasn't ready for a child. Sure, it was painful for a while, but Malia soon became the center of my world then."

Aw. I feel so bad for him! He's so nice too!

"Oh, I'm sorry about that. It was probably really hard raising her alone." I said sympathetically.

"You would know. But, I did get a lot of help from my sister Alice and her husband/ my best friend, to get through the first few years. But now she's pregnant and is going to be starting a family of my own; and I'll have to do this more on my own." He explained some-what sadly.

"But enough about me, what's your story." He questioned. Oh joy, this is going to be fun. Not.

"I could go into a longer story, but I'll keep it short and sweet. In short… I was raped when I was seventeen." I reluctantly said.

He gasped and adopted a horrified/ angry look on his face.

"What! What kind of a… who would do that to you… why would they… do that, to a seventeen year old! So I'm guessing he didn't stay around?" He asked sputtering.

"No, I did find out who it was though. It was a guy named Tyler Crowley.(A/N: I hate him) He'd been sent to jail for eight years. So, that means he's getting out this year. Actually… it's kinda scary." I admitted, not letting the tears well over.

He quickly grabbed my hand, sending a shock through me, and said softly, "Don't worry, he won't hurt you or Jackson. I won't let that happen." He finished off with such conviction in his eyes, I had to look away.

"Um, yeah, by the way… can we talk about that? Us." I said, putting both my hands in my lap.

"Oh yeah sure!" Edward said happily. Wow, I thought he was going to be difficult about this. It seemed like he was going to be.

"So how do we want to go about this?" I asked. I had no idea how to get divorce papers.

"Well, I was thinking that you could just come and live with Malia and me." He said planning.

"Okay that sounds…"

Wait a second. What did he say?

"Can you repeat that?" I asked, shaking my head.

"Um sure. I said that you and Jackson could come and live with Malia and me." He repeated.

Okay… maybe we're not on the same page here.

"Ahhh… Edward, I think you have the wrong idea here. Well sure, I'm attracted to you and like you a bit, but we can't be married. I can't." I said, feeling bad for what I said. He was willing to have me in his house, meet his daughter, but I turned him down.

Waiting for the dejected look on his face, I peaked up at him, because my eyes were set towards the floor.

But, as always, I was surprised. He was smiling like a goof.

"Um, Edward?" I question, kind of nervously.

"You think I'm attractive. And you like me?" He stated/ asked, grinning a perfect crooked smile.

"I said a bit." I retorted. No way was I going to inflate his ego.

He chuckled and said, "Okay, a bit?"

I blush a deep red and mumbled a yes.

Laughing harder he said, "What? I can't hear you! Speak up!"

"Fine. YES! I like you… a bit. But that's irrelevant to the situation. How are we going to get a divorce?" I question, changing the subject.

He then frowned and asked, "Haven't you been listening to me? Have you not noticed? Felt it?"

Of course I have. You never shut up about it. And how could I not notice how we would be perfect for each other? And oh, that spark!

I ignore his questions and ask," So; what do we do?"

"No." He said.

"Um, sorry; what?" I ask, shaking my head again.

"I said no." He said defiantly.

"What? About what?" I ask confused.

"We're not getting a divorce." He said bluntly and boldly.

Pursing my lips, I say, "And pray tell why not?" I narrow my eyes and set my hands on my hips.

He stands up too, and folds his arms, saying, "Because we're meant to be and I'm not letting you ruin this for us."

"What! Are you crazy or something? What is your freaking problem?!? I am divorcing you!" I yell, waving my arms wildly in the air.

Still standing there, he argues back, "No. No. No. We are going to be together. I will become Jackson's dad and you will become Malia's mom. Don't you see how it all fits together? We even live by each other! It's fate. We're soul mates." He finishes off.

"You are crazy! Oh geez, I married an insane guy!" I wailed hysterically. (A/N: she's not crying)

"Love, calm down. I'm not crazy. I am a perfectly normal man. I even got my doctorate. I'm the doctor at Forks Hospital with my father, Carlisle." He explained in a calm, rational voice

Okay… maybe my imagination ran a little wild there for a second.

Sighing, I walked into the living room and plopped down on the couch, resting my head in my hands.

"Bella?" Edward asks hesitantly, as he walked into the room.

"What do you want from me?" I ask, exhausted.

He sat down on the couch, next to me and took my hands from my face, holding them in his.

"Bella, at least give me a chance. Us… a try. See if it's something you would want. I believe that you will be happy with us. I bet even Jackson would like it. And if we don't work out, which we will, you are free to leave. I promise." He said, giving an option. It didn't really sound like one though. But I realized that I wasn't going to win this one. He was relentless.

"Fine." I sighed, defeated.

"Good. I promise you won't regret this Bella!" He said happily.

This was either the stupidest or smartest thing I've ever done. I don't even know anymore.

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