Chapter 1 – Lucid dreams

NY, November, 2010

Ever had one of those dreams where you know you're dreaming but can't wake up? You try and try to force yourself to wake up, and then you think you've done it you open your eyes, yawn, stretch your arms out and everything... but you're still trapped inside the dream. You think the nightmare is over, but it only just begun.

In this particular nightmare the turning point was a phone call one early Tuesday morning….

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"May I speak to Edward Cullen,please?" The voice was formal, crisp, just the hint of an accent.

"That would be me," Edward answered, cradling his phone between his shoulder and ear as he stepped into his shoes and put his coat on. He had been about to get ready to head out the door when the phone had rung.

"Edward Anthony Cullen, born on June 20, 1983 in Chicago, Illinois.".

"Yes," he replied warily. "Who's asking?"

"My name is Maggie Thompson," the female voice introduced herself. "Please allow me a few minutes of your time, and I'll explain wh-…"

"Who do you work for?" Edward cut her off impatiently. "If you're a telemarketer you're wasting your time. I'm already late for my chiropractor appointment."

"I'm not a telemarketer," she informed him. "I'm a social worker with the Seattle Department of Social Services. I have something that I think may belong to you. That's why I need to ask some questions."

"Okaaay… ," he answered hesitantly, "uhm… I mean, fine, go ahead. I'm listening."

"I know you grew up in Forks Washington, so I assume you're well acquainted with Seattle area? Does the name 'Kebi' sound familiar to you? "

"Nope, I can't say it does. It sounds like a bar or a teenage hangout or something."

"It's not a bar; it's a person, and a female one at that. What about Warwick Seattle Hotel? Have you ever stayed there?"

"That's in Belltown, right? Yeah, I think I might have stayed there once or twice."

"When was this? I you don't mind me asking."

He hesitated before answering. "I'm not sure, 2006, maybe? I was working on recording some instrumental pieces. It was right around Easter time, if I remember correctly. I was there for four, maybe five weeks. "

"2006 you say? Could it have been in Mars 2007?"

He hesitated again. "Are you going to tell me what this is all about?"

"Well, as I told you previously, I work for the Seattle Department of Social Services. As of two days ago, we have a little boy, a two year old, in protective custody. I hate to bring up such a sensitive subject over the phone like this, but there is really no way around it. The reason I'm calling is because I'm trying to locate living relatives of said child. "

"Well, in that case you got the wrong person."

"You sound certain."

"I am. I'm an only child with no living relatives. I have a big adopted family with many cousins, aunts and uncles, but there is no possible way that this child is related to me biologically."

"Would you be willing to take a DNA test?"

"A DNA test? What for?" He was briefly confused, but then realization hit him like a fist to the gut. "Wait hold up! You're talking about a PATERNITY test? Is that what this is all about? You have a child that you think is… is.. MINE?"

"Yes, that's correct. That's why I'm calling. Someone abandoned this little boy on the steps of a church in the outskirts of Seattle and I have reason to believe that he is in fact your son."

"I think you've got the wrong number, lady. I don't know anyone by the name 'Kebi' and that boy can not possibly be mine," he said, with a little more force than necessary.

"You might want to hear what the letter says before you hang up on me, Mr. Cullen. "

"What letter?"

"The letter that was found with the child. The letter that names you as the child's primary care taker."

Edward never made it to his chiropractor appointment that Tuesday morning. Not to his lunch meeting either. Before the day was over he was on a plane on his way to Seattle.

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Dear Eddie… Edward… Mr. Hotshot… or whatever you're going by these days.

I've been trying to get in contact with you for a few months now, but it looks like your phone number has changed multiple times in the last six months. I would have come by your place, if I knew where it was. With no permanent address listed there is only so much I can do. Don't you ever check your facebook account? Anyway, I guess I have your attention now, don't I?

You have a son, his name is Anthony. He's two years old and his birthday is January the 24th.. I know right now you're racking your brain so let me help you out there. If you count backwards you'll know approximately WHEN it happened…. and as for WHERE…. I don't expect you to remember this, but there was this party, a fancy dress affair, I guess you could call it a 'birthday party' of sorts. It had an open bar and you got fucking smashed that night. This leaves us with HOW… I'm going to assume you know about the birds and the bees. It was a drunken one-night-stand, a consensual act between two legal adults… Nuff said… That's not what's important here, Anthony is.

He's a good kid, who only fusses when he's hungry, tired or in need of a diaper change. He's really great and smart and everything. Here's the deal. I can't do this; I can't take proper care of him. I love Anthony. I love him as much as I possibly can, but I can not be a mother to him. As much as I want to think I can and as much as I have wanted to try… I just can't.

You seem to have your shit together, financially at least. I'm begging you to step up and do the right thing. You can give him the stability he needs and you can afford to buy everything he could ever want. You will be able to give him so much more than I could, and he deserves that.

There are a few things you need to know. He's allergic to nuts and strawberries. He won't go to sleep without his tiger striped stuffed toy. He's terrified off taking baths. The rest… well… you'll learn as you go.

I wish you the best of luck.

Take care

Kebi.

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"Jesus Edward, is this legit?," Alice asked, looking up from the wrinkled fax document in his hand.

Nosy to a fault, his slightly older sister and close confidant had showed up on his doorstep determined to find out the real scope behind his somewhat hasty decision to leave town for a few days. She had known without being told, that something wasn't quite right. "Something is rotten in the state of Denmark," she had declared and squeezed herself past him in the doorway. Her intuition had been spot-on as always.

"The letter in itself is real," Edward sighed throwing another pair of jeans into his open suitcase. "I had the social worker fax me her ID and a copy of the report that was filed when they first found the child."

"But is he… I mean, could he be….is it true?"

Edward paused mid packing and glared at his sister for a second before answering. "Of course it's not true," he stated in a voice that left no room for discussion. "I can't believe you would ask me that!"

"Alriiight, I was just checking," she threw her hands up in a 'why do I even bother' gesture. "I could always get Emmett to come by after work, if you rather talk with him."

Edward snorted in what can only be described as frustration. "Yes, because I would just LOVE to hear what Em has to say about this."

If Alice was the all-knowing gossip queen, Em was the obnoxious one, the one who never shut up. The one that would take every opportunity to tease and torment his siblings. They had all known each other a very long time. Not only had they grown up together, but they shared a similar past; all three of them had been orphaned at a tender age and all three of them had been adopted into the same family at roughly the same age. They were as close as any siblings could be… too close even… to the point where they tended to be all up each others business, all the time.

"I can't believe I'm about to have this discussion with you." Heaving a heavy sigh, Edward snapped his suitcase closed with a thud. "I have not had sex with this woman; in fact I don't even know who she is. "

Alice opened her mouth to speak, but he raised his hand to silence her. "I know, what you're thinking. It wouldn't be the first time I forgot a name or a face… or an entire night, for that matter. I'm not stupid though, drunk or sober, I use condoms religiously. There is just no way that child is mine."

"Good for you, but you do realize condoms are not 100% effective, right?"

"I'm aware of that, thank you very much. That's why I need to cancel everything on my schedule for the next couple of days so that I can go to Seattle and settle this once and for all."

"That's probably wise. Don't you think you should speak with a lawyer before you go? A child was abandoned, that's a criminal offence. I could make a few calls. Maybe I should go with you… Unless you want dad to b-…"

"NO!" Edward all but shouted, causing his sister to jump visibly. "Sorry," he muttered, racking his hand through his hair. "I see no point in worrying Carlisle and Esme with this. And no lawyer, I can handle this on my own."

"Alright, but I am coming with you whether you like it or not, "she said with finality.

Edward just shook his head, knowing it was a losing battle to argue with Alice.


AN: Okay so that's the first chapter what do you think? Please review!

A certain special agent Swan will make an entrance in the next chapter…