Bella POV

I stirred awake by the sound of my son crying. I groaned and stood up, wiping ht tears from my eyes and walking towards his bedroom. The house felt so empty without Edward in it, but not nearly as empty as my chest did.

When he left when I was human, from what I could remember of it, it was like a huge hole had been punched through my chest. Now was the same.

Only now it was like I was the hole, I was hollow, an endless void of loss.

I sniffed and was about to push open the door to my sons room when I heard muffled voices from inside... just one voice, and it was too low for me to really make out.

I froze and grew stiff as I listened to the voice comfort my son. I suppressed a growl as I imagined a stranger holding my son. I reached blindly for something to wield as a weapon, quite what I was hoping to do with it I and no idea but still.

My hand clasped around the lamp behind me and I brought it around in both of my hands, I pushed open the door gently with my shoulder, and growled, swinging my arms and hitting the offender around the back of the head with it.

Glass went everywhere and the offender spun, chuckling and grabbing both my hands as I went to tackle him.

I froze when I saw his eyes.

"Easy love." He breathed.

I couldn't move, not even when he smiled and moved my arms around his waist, pulling me gently into a hug.

"Its okay love." He whispered and it was only then I realised that I was crying. He pulled me tightly to him and it was then I broke down. I sobbed and rubbed my face into his chest for a good ten minutes before I calmed down, and another half an hour after that before I fully understood just how he was back.

Our son stirred in his cot and I sniffed, pulling away to bend to pick him up. I shushed him and Edwards hand rubbed the base of my spine gently.

"This is Charlie, Charlie Edward Masen Cullen. Your son." I told him and handed him back to him.

Edward smiled down at his boy, "Charlie?"

I swallowed, "I hope you don't mind."

He chuckled and Handed me back our son, before leading me to sit with my son in my arms in his lap on the large armchair in the corner of the room.

"He'd be very proud of you you know." He whispered after a few minutes of just looking at our son.

"Who?" I asked in confusion.

He kissed my temple, "Your father. He'd be as proud of you as I am."

I turned my head to look at him, smiling brilliantly.

"I love you." I whispered.

He beamed, "I love you to, my wife."

We kissed for a good few minutes, before he politely reminded me that I did have a new born baby in my arms, and in our sons best interests, we should save it for later.

When Charlie was down for a nap we started making dinner. It was indescribable, the feeling of having him back home, and safe.

As safe as he could be with only six months to think of a good plan to stop the Volturi form killing us all...

But I was determined not to over think that. He had told me that he would protect me, and I was dammed if I was going to just watch them take him again.

I would fight for him, for everyone in our family needed him, not just me.

He turned on the radio and we both began to sing along to some song from decades ago. I supposed it would have been called a 'golden oldie' and most of the people as familiar with it as we were, were well into their fifties.

"Do you remember where we were when this sing came out, when we heard it for the first time?" He asked from behind me suddenly as he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind to slide his hands into the front pockets of my jeans.

I smiled and reached to put the carrots into the pan which I was trying to make soup in, Edward being his distracting self, was making it harder than necessary.

"Well?" He persisted and paced a soft kiss on my neck, moving my hair out of the way to do so.

"We were in San Francisco, on our one hundredth anniversary." I whispered and he beamed against the side of my throat.

It was just then the front door opened and everyone came piling in from shopping with their 'favourite' aunt. They were all stating to ask wheat was for dinner when all five of them froze, staring at either their father, father in law or prospective thereof.

"Hey?" He chuckled just as his daughters launched themselves at him. The force was such that he was knocked away from me and onto the floor. Edward was being careful of Aimee as he hugged them all back.

"Miss me much?" He laughed and Ness gave him a good dig in the ribs.

"You are such and arse honestly." She cried happily and hugged him tight, before letting go so he could hug Ellie and then his two boys. Only one was related to him genetically, but it did not matter, in our eyes, Chris was our son, a part of the family, just as Aimee was our daughter.

"I missed you dad." Ant said quietly and Edward smiled sadly at me, who was trying so hard not to cry. He patted him on the back as they broke away.

"I missed you to my boy."

After dinner was finished and everyone was making their way to bed, Ellie caught me on the landing. I knew what she was going to ask, and I tried to dodge her, but she caught my arm.
"You need to tell him mum." She stated.

I swallowed, "I just want one day, where everyone is happy..."

"If you don't someone else will." She said and hugged me before going to bed.

The worst pat about the whole thing was that I knew she was right. That Edward deserved to know.

I sat down on the edge of the bed cross legged, playing with my fingers in my lap as he came and sat next to me.
"What's the matter?" he asked quietly and I glanced at him.

"Just promise you won't freak out okay." I whispered.

He nodded, but I doubted it would mean anything at all once he knew the truth.

"When we arrived back... Jacob he... he tried to... have his way with me." I tried to put his delicately, but Edwards face became like stone faster than i had time to register.
"What?" He snarled and went to stand up but I caught him and pulled him to lie on his back on the bed. He was curing and growling so I moved to straddle his chest, locking his hands in my own like fetters by his head.

"Get off me..." He growled, "I'm going to kill him."

I frowned, "You can't."

"Why not?" He demanded and I sighed.
"Because he's already dead."