Rediscovering Love

Edward and Bella met in High School. After graduation they lost contact and went on with their life. Years later they meet again. Both have a lot of secrets. They're both unhappy and when they bump in to each other, they start to realize that there is more than just friendship. A/H OC ExB

All disclaimer are the same... I don't know anything but the plot!


6. Chapter five: Truth

Edward’s age: 21 – Savannah’s age: 2
Bella’s age: 21 – Nathan’s age: 7-8 months

Edward’s POV

I walk to my work and I’m thinking about the past year. Savannah is two years old and she’s growing so fast. I couldn’t have been prouder. Lauren is still ignoring our family and I don’t know what I can do about it. Every time I try to show her that I love her she leaves with a smile, but a couple of days later everything is just like it was before. She stayed away, came home in the early hours, and we would fight about responsibilities. I’m becoming tired from fighting with her. It’s all we’ve done the last few weeks.

When I arrive at work, I start immediately.

“Cullen,” Mr. Terry greets me. “You’re late.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Terry. I had to bring my daughter to daycare.”

“That may be, Mr. Cullen, but the past week you were not once on time. Can your wife not bring your daughter to daycare?”

I don’t know what to say. It was the second night in a row that’s she has not slept at home. I don’t know where she is.

“She has already left for school, Sir.” Mr. Terry just nods and lets me do my job. I work at the only Thriftway in Forks. I start filling the racks in the candy aisle. I’m not paying any attention and when I turn around, I bump into a cart.


“Oh, I’m so sorry,” a girl apologizes. I haven’t heard the girl’s voice in a long time. I look up and see Isabella Swan standing in front of me.

“Hi-i,” I stutter. “Long time no see.”

“Hi, Edward. Indeed long time no see.” Silence falls and neither of us says anything.

“It’s good to see you. Are you back?” I ask her. She shakes her head.

“No, just visiting my parents.” She takes a look at me and stops at my nametag. “Are you back?”

“Never left.”

She opens her mouth to say something, but no sound comes out.

“Mr. Cullen. Your wife is on the phone.”

I groan. “Can you tell her that I’m working and that I don’t need interruptions?”

“No, that’s impossible, because I already tried that once before.”

He looks at Bella and starts to smile.

“Hi, Mr. Terry,” she greets him.

“Back in town, Bella?”

“Yes, but I leave in the morning.”

“Oh, that’s sad. Be sure to drop by, it won’t take too long to visit us,” Mr. Terry says.

“I will try, Mr. Terry,” she answers.

“Edward, your wife. And by the sounds of it, I think she’s not happy.”

I turn around and walk to the office. I take the phone and sigh.

“What, Lauren?”

“Hi, to you too.”

“Lauren, I’m working.”

“Yeah, and I need money.”

“For what?”

“That is none of your business, Eddie.” I hold in a groan. I so hate that nickname.

“Lauren, we are saving for a better house. We need all the money we can get,” I say.

“I need the money, Eddie, so you can either choose to give me it, or I can take it.”

My anger is bubbling inside, but I cannot yell at her, because everybody will hear.

“I’m working, Lauren. I will give you some money when I’m home.”

“What time are you off?” I look at my watch.

“Four this afternoon.”

“That long? I have an appointment at three.”

“What appointment? Are you forgetting about our daughter?” I ask her.

“You can take care of her. You don’t need me. My friends invited me for a weekend out,” she answers nonchalantly.

Mr. Terry stands in the door watching me.

“Look, I have to hang up. We’ll talk about this later.”

“Yeah, I’m gone till Monday evening! So don’t wait up!” Before I can react, she already hung up. I put the phone down and sigh. Why in the hell did I marry that woman? God knows why. I return to my work and ignore the fact that I couldn’t talk to Bella and that my wife starts to spend more and more time outside our home.


Hours later I’m on my way to the daycare to pick up my daughter. I’m glad my day is over, because I’m so tired. Still, I have to make dinner for my little Princess and do the laundry. At the daycare I park my car and get out. Inside, my girl is playing with some of the toys. She’s so cute. She has blond-brown hair and brown eyes. If I am honest she doesn’t have one characteristic of me in her and I sometimes doubt that Lauren is telling me the truth about her. I never question her about this, because I’m scared of the truth. I love my little princess and if she’s not mine then I’m scared Lauren will take her away from me.

“Hi, Little Princess,” I greet Savannah.

“Daddy,” she squeals.  She jumps up and runs into my open arms. “Miss-ed you.”

“I’ve missed you too.” I give her a big hug and kiss her head. “What did you do today?”

“Dawing, sing, nap.” I have to smile at her happiness. She can always make my bad day a little bit better.

“So you had a busy day!” She nods eagerly and gives me a big smile. “Let’s get home.”


“She’s not home, Baby.”

“Miss Mommy.” She pouts. I sigh and take her hand.

“I know, Princess, I know.” We walk out the daycare and I strap her in her car-seat. I give her a kiss on her forehead and close the car door. I walk around the car and open the driver’s door.

“Mr. Cullen.” I look over the car and see Lindsay running at me. Lindsay is the person who runs the daycare. She always had dreams to run a daycare. When she graduated, she decided to open one with her girlfriend. Now, a few years later, she broke up with her girlfriend, moved out of Boston and back to Forks and has opened a daycare in between Port Angeles and Forks.

“Lindsay.” I frown. “Did I forget something?”

“Not really, but your daughter forgot her drawing.” She smiles when she hands me the drawing.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Are you going to bring her tomorrow?” Lindsay asks.

“I have to. My wife has to be somewhere and I have classes.” She frowns and then looks through the window inside the car.

“You know, I’ve never met your wife. Is she involved with the raising of Savannah?”

I don’t know how to answer that, because Lauren didn’t even come with me to register our daughter to daycare. I can still remember the day I went to register Savannah.

My Mom has less and less time to babysit Savannah and my classes start again next week. I heard that there will be a new daycare between Forks and Port Angeles. It will be on my way to Port Angeles Community College so I don’t lose time when I drop her off. I called last week to make an appointment and I hope they still have spots open. I arrive at the address I found on the Internet and see that it was a completely new building. I hope the inside was just as beautiful as the outside. I park the car and get out. When I arrive at the front door of the building I ring the doorbell. A young woman opens the door and smiles at me.

“Mr. Cullen, I presume,” she greets me. I nod and she lets me in. “I’m Lindsay Wilder.”

“Nice to meet you.” I shake her hand.

“Where is Mrs. Cullen?”

I sigh. “She isn’t coming, I’m sorry.” Lauren has another study group meeting and decided to let me go alone.

“It’s not so bad. We can arrange everything on our own,” she says, smiling. “First of all, we need to discuss the days that your baby will stay here.”

“Savannah is almost two years old, so I guess she’s a toddler.” Lindsay smiles and takes out some paperwork.

“That’s okay. Our oldest child in our care is three years old.”

“So do you have a place for my daughter?” I ask her.

“Yeah, it’s the last one. We had other parents call for appointments, but I wanted to wait till I discussed everything with you.” She leads me to an office and takes her place behind the desk. “Take a seat, please.”

I sit on one of the chairs before the desk. She looks through the paperwork she has taken from the file folder.

“I see that you and your wife both go to college,” she says.

“Yes, we found out that we were pregnant on our High School Graduation day, but both wanted to get our college degrees,” I explain to her.

“Who took care of your daughter before?” Lindsay asks me.

“I just started my first year of college last fall, while my wife started her sophomore year. When I had classes she stayed with my mother,” I answer truthfully. Lindsay takes notes of everything that is said. She asks me a lot of questions and I answer each one of them truthfully. Some of them make me think about my relationship with Lauren.

“Okay, that was the last question. It looks very good. I think Savannah will fit right in.” She pushes a paper towards me. “You have to fill out this form and bring it back to me, along with a copy of her immunization record when you bring Savannah for the first time.”

“Okay, when can I start bringing her?”

“Well, it depends on your schedule, of course,” she answers. “When both you and your wife have to go to classes or work, you can bring your daughter here.”

“Well, Monday starts our first class of the next semester. Is it okay that I bring her at eight in the morning?” I ask her.

“No problem. If I’m not here, one of my employees will be here to greet you.”

“Thank you,” I say to her.

“See you next week.”

“See you next week,” I repeat.

She leads me back to the front door and I shake her hand one last time. I walk to my car and smile at the progress I made.

That was six months ago and not once did Lauren go to the daycare to pick up our daughter. Sometimes I ask myself why she has not asked for a divorce and give all parental rights to me.

“Mr. Cullen.” I look up and see the worried look of Lindsay. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Mr. Cullen, I don’t want to make insinuations, but I’m guessing that your wife doesn’t take part in bringing up your child,” Lindsay says timidly. I look at her and feel very embarrassed, because I know she is speaking the truth.

“I-I,” I stutter. “I don’t know how to answer to that.”

“What do you mean?”

“Lauren is very busy with her studies and she has a lot on her plate.”

“Excuse me, Mr. Cullen…”

“Edward,” I interrupt her. “You can call me Edward.”

“Edward, I’m sorry to say this, but studies cannot be an excuse for not being there. Savannah is an amazing child, but did you look at her drawings?” I nod and look once again at the drawing in my hand. There is a lot of scribbling’s, but you can see two figures.

“She only draws herself and you,” Lindsay says, when I don’t answer. “I have never heard her talk about her mother. The only thing she says about her is that she misses her mommy.” I swallow and look at Lindsay.

“I don’t know what to do,” I whisper. I look into the window of my car and see my daughter sleeping.

“She needs her mother and maybe you should talk about it with your wife.” I can only nod. I turn around and open the car door.

“I have to go,” I say quietly.

“I am sorry, Edward. I never wanted to confront you with this, but I think you have to think about solutions.” I give her a small smile and get in my car. She walks back to the building and I look into rear mirror at my daughter. She looks so peacefully. I start the car and pull out the parking.


The next few days, I am very busy, but finally I have a day off. I have nothing to do for school, so I can spend the day with Savannah. She’s still sleeping, so I do some house work. I dust the living room and then start the laundry. At that moment my little princess decides to wake up. I can hear her through the baby monitor. I walk up to her room and take her out of her crib.

Today we are going to the zoo in Seattle. It’s been a long time since I took my daughter out.  I’m hoping Lauren would come with us, but I haven’t see her since she called me at work. I change Savannah’s diaper and put her in fresh clothes. I take her down and put her in her highchair by the kitchen table. Then I prepare her breakfast - some fruit juice and milk in her cup. I sit next to her and start feeding her. During her feeding the front door opens and closes. I look up and see Lauren stepping into the kitchen.

“Mama,” Savannah squeals and claps, but at that moment the spoon with her food was in front of her face. Her clapping throws the spoon across the kitchen.

“Lauren,” I say, while I stand up to clean up the mess Savannah made.

“Hi, Baby.” Lauren moans. Instead of making me all hard, it gives me chills all over my body. Lauren kisses me and pushes her tongue inside my mouth. “I missed you.”

“You did?” I question her.

“Yeah, I did. I just needed some me-time.”

“Lauren that was four days ago. I thought you would be back the next day.”

“I told you I was going away for a couple of days.”

I throw away the paper towel I used for cleaning up the mess and look at Lauren.

“I don’t want to fight, Lauren, but the last couple of weeks I haven’t seen you. Or you were already gone, or you never came home. It’s like you are avoiding us.”

“I’m not avoiding you. It just was a little bit busy at school. The classes are harder than I thought and the teachers gave us a lot of work.”

“I can understand that Lauren.” I pick Savannah out of her chair and walk to Lauren. With each step I take, she takes one back. “But you just admitted that you went out with your friends for four days.”

“Yes, because I needed some time to relax and that’s hard when you have a two year old at home.” Lauren is still walking backwards.

“When you have a daughter, you cannot just go out and leave her for days. Savannah misses you.”

I walk in the living room, where there is a play-pen in the corner for Savannah to play in safely.

“I’m sorry, Baby, but sometimes it gets too much and I need an outlet.” I say as I put Savanna down.

“I get it, Lauren, but sometimes I need an outlet too. I just put my daughter before my needs.” I look at Lauren who is now standing across the living room.

“I can’t, okay? I never wanted a kid in the first place.” Lauren yells and walks past me to our bedroom.

I look at Savannah and I see she’s too busy with her toys. I hope she didn’t hear anything of our fight. I walk up to our bedroom. Lauren is sitting on the bed and wiping away some tears.

“I wanted an abortion, but you were so against it,” she whispers. “You convinced me to keep it and asked me to marry you. I thought I would grow to love the kid, but it never happened.”

“It was a human life that you were going to kill,” I tell her. “Savannah is an amazing girl.”

“That may be true, but I just don’t love her. During the pregnancy, I thought a lot about adoption, but I was scared to mention it to you.”

“Y-you we-ere go-o-ing to…,” I stutter. Lauren nods and stands up. “I can’t believe this. You never told me.” I stand up too and leave. I pack up a bag with some of my clothes.

“Where are you going?” she asks me.

“I’m going to Seattle with our daughter. I don’t know when I’ll be home.”

“Don’t you have classes tomorrow?”

“It’s Saturday tomorrow.”

“Work?” she insists.

“I also don’t have to go to work.” I zip the bag and walk to my daughter’s room and put clothes in a small backpack.

“You can’t leave me here after that confession. We have to talk.” I turn around and see Lauren standing in the doorway.

“We don’t have to do anything. You are the one that isn’t truthful and now you have to bear the consequences.” I walk past her back to the living room and pick up my daughter before I head to the front door.

“Edward, Baby. I love you.” Lauren cries. “I cannot live without you.”

I stop walking and turn around.

“That’s weird. The last weeks you weren’t home and then you didn’t miss me.” I open the door, going to my car. I put Savannah in her car seat and strap her. Before closing the door, I kiss her forehead.

I feel someone yanking at my clothes and I turn around.

“Please, Edward. Don’t go. We need to clear everything up.”

“I’m going to spend a day with my daughter and when we get back home, we will talk. Until then, leave me alone. I have to think,” I say dryly.

I sit in my car and start it. I look back at the house and see Lauren crying in the front door.

Today I realized that discovering the truth can be very hard.


Isabella’s POV

Forks. It’s been three years and I can’t believe I’m back. This time I am in Forks as a wife, a premed-student and a mother. Yes, I’m a mother. Seven months ago, our beautiful son, Nathan Paul Collins, was born. I couldn’t be happier and Paul was so proud, but not everything is rosy. A couple of months after the birth of Nathan, Paul started to change. He became distant, came home late and he drank a lot more. In the beginning, I ignored it, but now it is harder to ignore. Last week was the biggest fight we had about everything.

Nathan is asleep in his room and I’m making dinner for me and my husband. The last couple of months he was very busy in the company and I didn’t see him much. I understand it, but sometimes I feel very lonely. Tonight he finally could get a night off and I’m so happy. I’m putting the last touches on dinner and then start setting the table. In the background plays a song of Sleeping At Last. It’s a Turning Page song. I quietly sing along with the lyrics and dance around. I’m so happy that I can finally spend one quiet night with Paul. I look around the dining room and see that everything is perfect. I walk upstairs to our bathroom and start getting ready. I put some make up on my face and then put on a beautiful, pink dress. I hope Paul will like it enough to not to rip it off me. I walk back downstairs and take one last look at my dinner and put in on a lower setting, so it would not burn. I go back to the living room and sit on the sofa. I don’t know how long I waited, but I close my eyes.


I wake up startled from a door that slams closed. I stand up and look around, my eyes falling on the clock in the room. It is half past eleven! Paul stumbles into the living room.

“Honey, I’m home,” he slurs. “Oh, you look sexy in that dress.”

“Paul, are you drunk?” I ask upset.

“Just a little bit, Babe,” he answers me. “We were celebrating.” I feel tears in my eyes and look at my husband. I can’t understand why he forgot his promise.

“Celebrating?” I question him.

“Yeah, I won a case.” I can’t believe him. I’ve looked forward to this night like forever and now he had to ruin it. “My client is free of all charges.” He has a big smile and stumbles to me. He gives me a sloppy kiss on my mouth and I can smell the alcohol. I pull away and make a face.

“What’s the matter? Am I not a good kisser?” he asks.

“You stink,” I say. His mood changes quickly and suddenly I feel a sting on my face. My hand goes automatically to my face.

“Don’t speak to me like that.”

“It’s the truth. You stink of beer and smoke,” I say. He hits me once again.

“You respect me and don’t speak such words to me,” he says between his teeth. “I’m your husband you have to respect me.” I know that I have to keep my mouth shut, but I cannot help it.

“You don’t own me and I can say what I want.” All of a sudden everything goes black before my eyes.

I woke up the next morning in the hospital. Paul was sitting at my bed and kept apologizing. I forgave him the moment he started to apologize. The doctors believed his forged story and didn’t question anything. For a few days everything was fine again, only to start over. Paul came home drunk and I said once again something about it. This time we stood at the stairs and he pushed me. The doctors thought I tripped over my own feet and tumbled down the stairs.

I look in the mirror and see the black eyes Paul gave me before we left for Forks. My parents notice a change in my behavior, but every time they want to say something, I gave them a look that made them shut up.

“Put make-up on that eye. I don’t want your parents to know.” Paul is standing in the doorway of our bathroom and I just nod. He turns around as I use the concealer. After I’m done, I walk back to the bedroom. Paul is sitting on my childhood bed.

“Are you finally done?” he asks rudely. “I thought you were going to live in the bathroom.”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. He stands up and walks out of the room. I walk to the portable crib, pick up Nathan, and walk out of my room. Once downstairs I see my parents sitting in the living room.

“Where is Paul?” I ask them.

“His cell phone went off and just walked outside,” Peter answers.

“Is everything okay?” my mother asks. “We are worried.”

“Mom, everything is fine. We are just tired. This little one is still not sleeping through the whole night,” I answer her.

“I think it’s more than that.” I walk to the sofa and sit down and look at my mom. “You never call us anymore.”

“We are just busy. Paul has a big case going on and I have to take care of Nathan.”

“We understand that, Darling, but that doesn’t mean that you can’t call us, once in a while,” my father says.

“It’s not hard to dial our number,” my mother adds.

I can feel the tears fill my eyes and I’m trying so hard not to cry. I want to answer them, when the backdoor closes and Paul walks in our room.

“Are we ready to leave for breakfast?” he asks us. There is a lump in my throat and I cannot answer him.

“Yes, let’s go,” my father says while standing up. My mother follows his lead and together we leave the house.


Breakfast is spent in silence. Nathan is sleeping in his car seat next to me.

“And what are the plans?” My father asks finally. I don’t answer and look at Paul, who carefully puts a piece of pancake in his mouth. When he swallows he looks at my parents and smiles.

“Tomorrow we leave for Port Angeles, where I have to stay a few days,” he answers. “Afterwards, we have to go to Seattle. My company wants to open a branch there.”

“Does that mean that you are going to stay permanently in Seattle?” my mother asks him.

He nods. “Yes, but for now I have to look at buildings where we can locate our business. My boss hopes that I can open the business within a year and then we can move back.” I look shocked at him. I can’t believe he is doing this to me. The plan was that I stay at Harvard for pre-med. Then I was going to start looking at Med Schools where I could finish my degree. Now, he decides to move back and he didn’t even talk to me about it.

“And Bella’s degree?”

“Isabella can study anywhere, but she doesn’t have to go to school anymore.” Since when does he call me Isabella?

“What!” My father shouts. The whole diner looks at him, but he doesn’t care. “Do you hear yourself?”

Paul takes a sip from his coffee and just nods.

“My daughter has always wanted to become a doctor and now you are taking away her dreams.”

“I’m not taking away her dreams,” Paul answers. They are totally forgetting that I’m sitting right next to them. I look at my Mom and see the shocked look in her eyes. Tears are falling down on my cheeks and I don’t know what to do.

“Oh no, what are you doing then?” my father asks Paul angrily.

“I’m being realistic.”

“Realistic?” Mom asks quietly.

“Yes. Who is going to take care of my son when Isabella goes back to school? A daycare,” Paul says. “I don’t want my kid to grow-up in daycare. He needs to be with his mother.” I can’t believe what I’m hearing. This is not what we agreed on four years ago. Ever since this conversation started, I didn’t say a word. Both my father and my husband ignored the fact that I was listening to that conversation. They don’t care about my feelings.

“So that’s the reason that my daughter cannot study anymore. Nathan,” my father says. “That’s just bullshit and you know it. Bella wasn’t born to be a house wife.”

“CAN YOU BOTH STOP TALKING ABOUT ME, LIKE I AM NOT HERE?!” I finally yell. They both look shocked turning toward me.

“Paul, we both need to talk about this. It’s the first time I am hearing that we are possibly going to move. You make decisions without talking about it with me.” Then I look at my father and take deep breath. “Dad, I know you are just concerned about me, but this is between Paul and me. We have to talk everything through. The decision has not been made yet.”

My father nods silently and then drinks from his coffee. I look at my husband and get shivers from the look he gives me. Paul looks so angry and I’m scared for what is going to happen when we are alone. The rest of our morning goes by peacefully. Mom and I go shopping in Port Angeles, while Dad and Paul are going home with Nathan.


After a lot of shopping, we start to drive home.

“Oh, I need some candy for your dad,” Mom tells me.

“Well, I will go to our local shop and pick up some things. I’ll drop you off at home first,” I answer her.

“That’s a good idea.”

“Is there something else you need?” I ask.

“Hmm, yeah, bread, milk, and some meat for tonight.”

“Okay, I will get what you need.” I park the car and let my mother step out. “See you later.”

I drive to the only shop in Forks and park my car in a spot right in front of the entrance. I take a cart and walk around. First I get bread, and then I go looking for the milk and the meat. Last I walk down the candy aisle and start to look for my father’s favorite. I’m not looking where I’m going with my cart and bump into someone.


“Oh, I’m so sorry,” I apologize. The person looks up and I see it’s Edward Cullen. I can’t believe he’s here in Forks.

“Hi-i. Long time, no see,” he stutters.

“Hi, Edward. Indeed long time, no see,” I greet back.

“It’s good to see you. Are you back?” he asks after a long silence.

“No, just visiting my parents,” I answer. I’m starting to look at him and see that he has a nametag. Does he work here now? “Are you back?”

“Never left.”

I open my mouth to say something, but no sound comes out. Mr. Terry interrupts us.

“Mr. Cullen. Your wife is on the phone.”

Edward groans. “Can you tell her that I’m working and that I don’t need interruptions?”

“No, that’s impossible, because I already tried that once before,” he answers and then looks at me.

 “Hi, Mr. Terry,” I greet him.

“Back in town, Bella?”

“Yes, but I leave in the morning.”

“Oh, that’s sad. Be sure to drop by, it won’t take too long to visit us,” Mr. Terry says.

“I will try, Mr. Terry,” she answers.

“Edward, your wife. And by the sounds of it, I think she’s not happy.”

Edward turns around and goes to the office.

“I’m going to go,” I say to Mr. Terry. “My parents are waiting for me.”

“Goodbye, Bella.”

“Goodbye, Mr. Terry.”

I go to the cashier and pay for my stuff, before leaving the shop and Edward behind me. On my way home, I think about him. The last time I heard things about him was right before graduation, when Alice told me about his acceptance letter from Julliard. Alice was convinced that he would leave Lauren behind.

I arrive at my last day of school before the exams start. Alice is already waiting next to her yellow Porsche. She has a big smile on her face and is jumping up and down. I haven’t seen her do that for a long time. I get out of my car and walk up to her.

“Hi, Alice,” I greet her.

“Bella,” she squeals. “I’ve got amazing news.”

“Jasper is coming back,” I laugh.

“Yes, for Edward’s graduation, but that’s not it.” She starts clapping making me laugh more. “I found a letter this morning.”

“Doesn’t everyone receive letters?” I ask sarcastically with a big smile. She gives me a small slap on my arm.

“That is not what I mean.”

“What do you mean, then?”

“You know I told you about Lauren and her plans for Edward.”

“Yeah. Isn’t she planning his whole future?” I ask her.

“Something like that. She decides which college he should go and stuff like that, but Edward’s dream always was to go to Julliard.”

“Yes, and what has that got to do with the letter of this morning?” I ask her.

“Well, I always thought that Edward follows Lauren like a lost puppy, but this morning I found an envelope in his room with the logo for Julliard.” She starts jumping up and down again. “I opened it and started to read it.”

“Alice, have you ever heard about privacy?” I ask her.

“Yep, but I don’t care.”

“So, what did the letter say?”

“He’s been accepted into Julliard. He can start this fall.”

“Oh, that’s great and is he going?”

“I don’t know, but I think so. It’s been his dream like forever.”

“And what will Lauren say?”

“I don’t care. I hope he goes to Julliard and dumps Lauren,” Alice answers. “I‘m practically certain that he will follow his dreams.”

“Do you think so?”

“No, I’m sure about it,” she answers without doubt in her voice.

Now, I walk in him on his job and he tells me that he never left Forks. What happened these past four years? I’m almost absolutely sure that he’s still together with the wicked witch of the west. I have arrived at my parents’ house and park the car. I get out and walk in the house.

“I’m back!” I yell in the house.

“Give me the bags,” my father says, while taking over the bag. “Nathan is asleep in your bedroom.” I smile and walk upstairs to our room.


We leave my parents the next day, after dinner. We decide to stay at a hotel in Port Angeles. When we arrive at our room, Paul closes the door and turns to look at me. He takes big steps to me and while he does that, I step backwards till I’m against a wall. I can feel his breath on my face. I still have Nathan in my arms and I know that he will not harm him. He pulls away and walks in the bathroom. I look at Nathan and lay him carefully on the bed, while I’m installing his portable crib. When I’m done I put Nathan in it and sit down on the bed. I sigh. I can’t believe that I’m scared of the man that I once loved. The door of bathrooms opens and Paul walks out. He still looks like the man I fell in love with, but his character changed so much.

“I’m going to bed. I have an early meeting.” He pulls back the covers and lies in bed. “Are you coming?”

“I’m going to change into some pajamas.” I walk into the bathroom and look in the mirror. I turn on the hot water and step in the shower. The heat of the water relaxes my muscles and I can feel my tears falling down my face. The stress of the last couple months is getting to me and I don’t know how long I can take this. Ever since the discussion at diner, Paul ignores me. He doesn’t talk about it and when my parents were around, he acts like nothing is going on. The whole thing hurts me and I cannot do anything about it. When the water starts to feel cold, I step out of the shower and dry myself off. I look back in the mirror and see the black eye. It’s starting to heal, but it’s still yellowish. I put on my sleep shorts on and a t-shirt. I walk into our room and see that Paul is already sleeping.


The few days we spend in Port Angels are boring. I can’t describe it any other way. Maybe I shouldn’t have come with Mom to shop, but I wanted to spend some mother-daughter-time with her. But that’s the reason why I spend my days in the hotel room or the restaurant with Nathan. Paul leaves very early and when I’m already asleep he comes back. Now we are in Seattle and Paul still didn’t tell me anything about the current move. I can’t believe he is busy with everything, but forgets my opinion.

“I’m going to the realtor and I don’t know how long it will take,” he says suddenly. We are sitting in the hotel restaurant, eating our breakfast.

“Okay, I’m going to take Nathan to the zoo.”

“That’s okay. Tomorrow we are going to see some places to live in,” he tells me. I look up.

“Paul…” I start, but he interrupts me.

“Did you not hear what I told your father?”

“Yes, but…”

“Then we are going to look for a place to live.”

“Doesn’t my opinion matter?”

“Do you have an opinion?” he asks without emotion. “I thought we were on the same page?”

“I want to finish pre-med at Harvard.”

“And I want you to quit your studies,” he insists. It doesn’t sound like a suggestion, but an order. “Do you understand me?”

“Paul, I want to become a pediatrician.”

“Isabella, you’re my wife and you are going to do what you are told. Understand?” he orders.


“I’m not going to repeat myself.” He stands up and looks at his son. “Go to the zoo and tomorrow we have plans.” He leaves the restaurant and I sit there too thunderstruck to move.


At the zoo I walk around with Nathan in his stroller. I know he is too young to comprehend what is happening, but I want to spend a day with my son. Certainly, after all that has happened I needed some time for myself. I look at the monkeys. I look in the stroller and see that Nathan is sleeping. Why did I choose to visit a zoo with an eight month old baby, I don’t know. I walk further and look around.

“No, Savannah!” I hear someone yell. I turn around and see a toddler running towards me. A few meters from me, she falls down and starts to cry. I push the stroller toward her and crouch to her level.

“Hey, everything alright?” I ask the little girl.

“Hurts,” she pouts.

“Can I take look?” She nods.

“Savannah!” I look up toward the voice and see Edward running to us.

“Edward?” I ask surprised.

“Bella,” he says out of breath. “Savannah, Princess. Are you okay?”

“Daddy, hurts.” So Edward has a daughter.

“Daddy will make it all better.” He kisses Savannah’s knee and smiles at her. He then looks at me.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m visiting the zoo,” I say with a duh-voice.

“That is not what I meant,” he says. “I thought you went back home, wherever that is.”

“Cambridge,” I answer him. “I’m studying at Harvard.”

“That sounds amazing.”

“It is. It’s an experience I’ll never forget.”

“And what are you doing in Seattle?” he asks. I stand up and look in the stroller.

“Paul has some business to attend. We are staying a couple of days and then we are going back.”

Edward looks inside the stroller.

“Is that your kid?”

“Nathan Paul Collins, our son,” I answer.

“How old is he?”

“Eight months old. How old is Savannah?” I ask him.

“She’s two. She grows so fast.”

“The same goes with Nathan. It feels like yesterday that he was born.”

“Let’s go get a drink,” he offers. “A coffee?” I smile and nod.

Edward picks up Savannah and I push the stroller.

“Daddy, baby,” Savannah points at Nathan.

“Yes, Princess. That is a baby.”

“Is she your child with Lauren?”

Edward looks away and sighs. “Yes,” he mutters. “It’s not that I don’t love her, but my whole future was changed when Lauren told me she was pregnant.” We walk further down the street when I see something familiar in front of us. I hold my steps and take a good look. I can’t believe what I’m seeing in front of me.

“Bella, everything okay?” Edward asks concerned. He stops and follows my sight.

“Isn’t that…” He doesn’t finish his question.

Today I realize that discovering the truth can be very hard.

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