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Heres a little special something something for those missing E and B. It's actually Chapter 12 of the "sequel' which I really shouldn't call a sequel, it's more of a spin-off. And this is the only chapter featuring E&B so much, so I thought I would share it for those not reading Look Before You Fall, I think it works as an outtake of the future.

Bella POV

I found myself feeling sad and sorry for my son. I didn't want him to deal with this type of hurt and pain at such a young age. Then I began to feel guilty. Jasper and Alice had a very sick daughter, one that could very well...die. I had to swallow that horrible word back.

Alice was always smiling to hide her sadness, her fear. She said she had to be strong and positive - that someone in the family had to be. Jasper held it together for Lola and Alice, but he couldn't keep his composure when he was with me. Alice knew he was weaker, that he wasn't as strong as he pretended to be when he was with her. He needed to believe that he was fooling them, though, so she didn't let on that she knew.

I walked into my husband's office, still shocked by how beautiful he was. Age was had been kind to him. People would often mistakenly think he was in his early thirties to this day. To me, he had never aged past twenty-four.

To think that a few weeks ago we were fighting over a new life our son had made. Sure, it wasn't the perfect situation, but it wasn't a death sentence either.

Edward looked up at me as he rolled back in his chair, extending his arm to me, letting me know I could come and rest on his lap. I sunk into him. My head rested on his shoulder as my fingers toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Are you okay?" he asked, placing a kiss on my head.

"No," I said simply. I didn't need to explain it to Edward. He just knew.

I sat in his loving arms as guilt and sadness moved through my body in waves. I was silent until I thought of something to say; it was something Edward might want to know about.

"Alice told Lola it would be okay. They would get the best of the best to care for her. You know what Lo told her?" I asked, looking into his green eyes.

"Huh?" he responded.

"Money didn't save her Pop-Pop Hale. Money wouldn't save her. She said she wasn't crying, or angry when she said it. Alice said her tone was cool, calm, matter of fact."

"Poor Gabe," Edward spoke the words I felt too guilty to say out loud.

"He loves her. He loves her like you love me. It won't be easy for him. I think he is handling it great. I just hope he doesn't get too angry over it. I know what anger can do to a person. I don't want that to happen to him. Not when he has a baby on the way. Something so great... I don't want him to miss out on that joy," I let it spill out.

"He won't leave her. If he loves her like I love you, he won't leave. And he will get angry. I would be angry. As if he didn't question God enough, now he has this life lesson to learn - that God lets bad things happen to good people. I think it would be good to let him know that God also lets good things happen to bad people. That it's part of life."

"Edward, if she dies..." I began.

"Stop, don't think like that," he stopped me.

"It...It would just kill Gabe. It would kill Jasper and Alice." Bella thought back to the day Jasper came over to tell her about Lola. It was a day she would never forget. So much that Jasper had been holding in had come pouring out.

He just broke down, crying in as she held him. She smoothed his hair, which he was still wearing long then. Bella let his body rest against hers as they sat on the couch, sobs rocking through him.

"B," he began. "My life is a fucking mess. Alice didn't leave to go to LA just to do that show, she went because we were separating," Jasper cried. I was shocked.

"What? Why wouldn't you tell me?" I demanded, as I kept soothing his dirty blonde hair. That is when it happened. Something that hadn't happened in over seventeen years. He kissed me. He grabbed my face and kissed me, and it was...nice. Familiar. His tongue tasted the same. It felt the same. And I let it go on much longer then I should have.

"Stop," I said, pushing him back. "I love Edward. Why would you do that?" I asked.

"She got sick of never measuring up," Jasper began. He paused for a second before hesitantly finishing his sentence, "to you," he finally said. "That's why she was leaving me, well, until Lola got sick. Now, she doesn't want to cause her more stress."

"What?" I asked. Jasper had gotten over me years ago, in high school. "Jasper she must be...I don't know… but those issues were resolved years ago," I told him.

"Maybe for you, and for your sake I let you think they were for me, but Alice saw through it all along. She hoped in time and with enough love, I would move on...but I haven't. I'm sorry, Bella. I shouldn't be telling you this at all," Jasper said. "But my daughter has cancer and your son loves her. And my wife is done trying to be enough for me. My life is a fucking mess," he repeated.

"I don't know what you want me to say, Jasper! I don't know how to respond to this again! I am older and a little wiser, but I feel like I am in high school all over again!" I told him.

"I know! I am sorry! I shouldn't have come here," he said.

"No! You can always come here!" I told him. Was I being selfish by holding onto him? Was I selfish all those times I called him and took him away from Alice because I was having a breakdown when Edward was gone? Was it wrong of me to depend on him so much all these years? Selfish of me? But I wouldn't let him go.

"Angel, what are you thinking about?" Edward asked, pulling me from the memory.

"I kept something from you," I began to tell him. "When Jasper found out about Lola, he came over. He told me some things he had been keeping from me...Alice and him were about to get divorced when they found out Lo was sick," I began. Edward's eyes got wide.

"Wow, I had no idea," he said.

"Well, the reason is," I swallowed back, hoping Edward would understand. "Me," I finished saying meekly.

Edward's eyebrows arched as he pushed me off his lap. "YOU?" he demanded standing up.

I went to him and started to place my hands on his chest in an attempt to calm him down. "Edward!" I said, trying to bring him back down to my level. "Jasper just said he never got over me, and he kissed me! And I told him I loved you and nothing had changed for me! Please, I love you!" I told him.

"He kissed you? When?" Edward demanded, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Last week," I told him.

"LAST WEEK?" Edward boomed. "And you're just saying something now? Why is that?" he asked.

"I don't know! Because I wanted to protect him! He has had enough pain and suffering and I didn't want to put a strain on things for him. Please, Edward, he is so lost right now!"

"Right, he wasn't lost three months ago when his wife figured out he would forever hold a torch for you! What? I mean, is he just going to spend his life waiting in the wings for you?" Edward asked.

"Edward, I don't know! I am happily married and my best friend is hurting, but you come first, and I just wasn't sure what to do!" I told him.

"I just...need some time Bella."

"I understand, I didn't mean to keep it from you, please." I begged. I hated it when he was mad at me. I hated when I had given him an actual reasons to be mad at me.

I walked to him slowly and gave him my signature pout face. "I love you, only you; it will always be you," I told him, sliding my hands down his chest. I reached the button on his jeans and began to undo it.

"Yeah, well, your best friend that you used to have sex with tells you he still loves you and kisses you… I get a bit upset about that," Edward said, allowing me to undo his pants.

"There is only one man I want. Ever," I told him, dropping to my knees. I released him from his boxer briefs and eagerly began to suck on his dick.

His hand was in my hair as my head bobbed back and forth on his sweet cock. I swirled my tongue around the head, before Edward yanked pulled me roughly to my feet.

"You are mine," he said, yanking down my yoga pants. He pushed me over the front of his desk and spread my legs, as he entered me just as quickly as I had put him in my mouth.

He fucked me hard and fast, as he repeatedly told me I was his. His hand pulled my hair back as he demanded, "Say it."

"I'm yours," I said, as he pulled my hair harder, causing me to grunt. He finally let my hair fall as he held my hips, slamming in and out of me. I reached down to flick my clit as he slid in and out of my slick center.

"I love you," I told him as I rested my head on his desk, savoring the rough way he was handling me.

"Who makes you come?" Edward demanded.

"Only you," I told him as I felt him slip out of me. He turned me around and lifted me onto the desk. The wood was cold against my bare ass as Edward pushed his papers to the ground before laying me down on his newly clear desk.

He lifted my legs to his shoulders and brought my ass to the edge of the desk. He slipped inside me more gently this time as he palmed my covered breasts. He slowly moved his hand down my stomach until he could take over stimulating my clit.

Neither of us lasted much longer. He exploded inside me with a loud grunt as I bit down on my sleeve in an attempt to muffle the scream.

"I forgive him for coveting my wife," Edward said, helping me up.

"Cause that's what we do, forgive. It's the right thing," I smiled.

"I love you," Edward told me, with a kiss.

"I know," I told him, with a satisfied smirk. I got dressed and made my way out of the office and into the kitchen where Gabe sat picking apart a sandwich.

"You gonna eat that or just tear it apart?" I asked.

"Lost my appetite after hearing the show you and Dad put on. I mean come one can't you act like normal parents that don't have sex?" Gabe asked. Three months ago, I'd have been embarrassed by this, but now, given the fact that Gabe knew enough about sex to knock a girl up, I just laughed it off.

"Want to talk about Lo?" I asked.

Gabe looked up at me, his green eyes sad, longing for answers and solutions I could never provide. As his mother, though, I would try my best. "What's going on in that head of yours?" I asked.

"I love her, I've known it since the moment I kissed her, and maybe even before that, and as scary as it is, I don't want to deny it, I don't want to run from it, and I don't want to let it run from me," Gabe said. "But I am scared. If I lose her...I don't know..." Gabe trailed off mid sentence.

"I know, baby. I know," I said, trying to soothe him. I rubbed his back as I talked to him. "Falling in love, sharing your life with someone, giving your heart to another person to the extent that losing them could potentially destroy you - it's such a crazy thing to do. But we do it anyway. Because it's better to have loved and lost then to never have loved at all, as cliché as that is, it's the truth." I told him. "Are you mad, though?" I asked. I didn't want to put that thought in his head, but I didn't want him to keep it to himself if he was.

"Beyond mad. Mad doesn't seem to sum up the anger I feel. I don't get it," he said.

"And we never will understand. We just have to live each day. I don't know what the future holds. I know a beautiful baby is coming, and Lola is going to have a hell of a fight, but all we can do is live in the present. I can't promise you that everything will be okay, because I don't know that. I don't really know what to say. Just promise me you won't let anger take your joy? Because it will rob you and Lola of anything happy, and that's what you both need to be embracing." I said, hugging him close. I wanted to cry for him. "And Dad had some good advice; God doesn't just let bad things happen to good people, he lets good things happen bad people too, ya know."

This was my son going through so much. It was too much for one person to bear. Renee's words rang true in my ears, "The Lord doesn't give us more then we can handle." They were words I had once rolled my eyes at. Gabe must be strong enough. Or he has one hell of a lesson to learn.

I just wanted him to learn one life lesson at a time. Wasn't becoming a father a big enough one? Now he has to deal with an illness that could be terminal. The doctors were not happy with Lola's CBC. She was very close to a blast stage, which would be hard for her to fight.

Even though Alice and Jasper were on the verge of divorce, they discussed creating a perfect match baby for Lola, since Jacey wasn't a match for her. Jasper said they could take her egg, his sperm, join them and then look at the ones that matched Lola's DNA the best and implant that one into Alice. It just seemed so....wrong. But they were looking into every option. And a perfect match stem cell donor was a great option. The doctors just weren't sure Lola would make it long enough with how unstable she was. And then Alice and Jasper would have a baby for all the wrong reasons.

To even think about how that baby would feel if he or she ever found out the reason they were brought into this world. As someone to 'use.' As much as I wanted Lola to have every chance to get better, I believed there was a line.

"You going to see her?" I asked him.

"Can't," Gabe said sadly. "She is too sick. Only Jasper and Alice are allowed in during her first round of chemo. But I have a phone date with her later tonight, that is, if she is well enough," Gabe explained.

I should have known. I should be more aware of what was going on with my best friend's daughter and my son's girlfriend. Honestly, I was so busy with Zoe and Jacey. Keeping them occupied. It was almost as if Jacey had moved back in.

"Do me a favor?" I asked.

"Huh?" Gabe said, looking up at me.

"I promised I would take Zoe and Jacey to the bowling alley - can you do it for me?" I asked. I didn't want him sulking around the house. I could tell by his face it was the last thing he wanted to do. "Please, Jacey could use something fun, and I can't do it."

"Whatever," Gabe relented. "I guess I could ask Evie to go or something," he suggested.

"That would be a good idea, except that's why I need you to go. Evie and I are going to do some work on the nursery for the baby," I told him, kissing his head. "Plus, I picked up some clothes for her - she told me her clothes were starting to get tight," I informed him.

I knew he talked to her everyday at school, and maintained a good relationship with her, but I also knew he didn't realize the extent to which Evie and I talked.

She was a smart girl. I was coming to love her like a daughter. She had a very good head on her shoulders. I loved how strong she was - how she had picked herself up, and didn't fall for Gabe's bullshit when he tried to restart a relationship. She was very independent. I admired that about her so much.

Her heart was broken from the death of her mother. She told me it had never healed, the hole was always there. She was resigned to the fact that it would never fill in, but she didn't want it too. She didn't want to forget how much she had loved her mother. Although the hole would always be there, she said it became easier to live with. Almost like a disability.

I was surprised when she told me about the crack Gabe had left. It wasn't quite as big, and didn't leave her feeling as empty, but it still scarred. I told her that once she held her baby, a new love would enter her heart. Maybe even heal it a little. She insisted, it would get better, but never fully heal.

I asked her if it was hard to see him with Lola. I was surprised when she said sometimes. But she knew he was happy, and Lola was good for him. She knew they were good together. That it was harder for her to see him be self destructive with Naomi. All she wanted was for him to be happy, and she hoped one day to find someone she loved as much as she had loved him.

Gabe left with Zoe and Jacey just as Evie came in. I hugged her closely, noticing the tiny bump.

"How are you feeling?" I asked her, leading her up to the soon to be nursery. We were both very anxious to fix it up, but we had about one month to go until her ultrasound.

"Good," she smiled.

"You are so lucky that you are having it so easy! I was so sick with Gabe," I told her, as I handed her the bag of clothes I had gotten from Bella Blu. "I hope you like it them. I searched online for trendy clothes," I told her. I didn't want her walking around high school in anything that resembled a moo-moo.

"This is great, Bella, way too much!" she said, looking at the receipt I hadn't meant to leave in the bag.

"Oops," I said, grabbing it from her hands. "You weren't supposed to see that," I told her.

"Bella, a hundred and twenty-nine dollar jean leggings? Really?" she asked. "I mean, I spent that much on my entire fall wardrobe."

"Look, I wanted to do it, okay? I enjoy shopping for other people," I told her. It felt good to be able to give her things. It had taken a very long time for me to appreciate gifts. It makes life much easier to say thank you and enjoy the gift, on me and Edward.

"Thank you, Bella," she told me.

"It was my pleasure," I told her. I wasn't exactly thrilled at the idea of becoming a grandmother at thirty-five, but I was happy. I insisted the baby never call me Grandma, or Mom-Mom, or Nanny. I was working on something cool, something young for the little one to call me and Edward. I was thinking something as simple as E and B. It would be so easy for him or her to learn to say.

Evie and I bonded some more while working on the nursery, before she left a few hours later. I always enjoyed her company. I almost wanted her to move in now rather than later. Her father loved her very much, but her step motherdidn't show much interest in her.

Over the next few days I thought more and more about names for grandparents. Gabe called my mom Renee. Just like me. Figures. Esme and Carlisle like to be called Nana and Grandpa. It was had been hard for Carlisle recently. He felt like maybe he hadn't been a big enough influence in Gabe and Naomi's life, and he was heartbroken over the mistakes they had made. He still loved them, and made sure he told them. They both knew they could ask him for anything, and go to him to talk whenever they wanted.

Edward did get made a bit mad when Carlisle suggested a more in depth conversation with Zoe about safe sex. It was actually a bit amusing.

"She is tweleve!" Edward's mouth practically fell to the ground in shock.

"And how old were Gabe and Naomi, Edward. Please don't be naïve," Carlisle rationalized with him.

"She is a good girl, she isn't as rebellious as Gabe and Naomi," Edward argued.

"Edward, no one had a clue about Naomi's behavior," Carlisle pointed out.

"She isn't going to have sex, okay? I know my daughter." Edward stated with certainty.

"Edward," I interjected, "I think we should," I said, siding with Reverend C.

"Bella, you think she would have sex?" Edward asked me, raising one eyebrow.

"I don't want to take the chance, Edward. It's like having a pool in your back yard...you can tell your kids not to swim it, you can even build a fence around it to try and keep them out, but if you know they can find a way into that pool, don't you think you should at least teach them how to swim?"

"You are crazy," Edward said, laughing at what I thought was a pretty serious little speech. Carlisle laughed at Edward. "Fine," Edward relented, pulling at his hair.

That night, as a united front, Edward and I entered Zoe's room.

"Zoe, your Mom and I want to talk to you about sex," Edward blurted out. Zoe's big brown eyes grew wide as she stared in shock at the man who last week could barely utter the word period to her; who in his nervousness forgot the name of pads and tampons.

"What about it?" she asked slowly. Her brown hair was pulled off her neck in a messy bun as she sat on the middle of her bed surrounded by homework, and a phone that seemed to buzz every few seconds.

"Well," I began, "Your father and I hope you choose to wait until you are married, but we want to make sure you know about all your options, to be safe," I explained.

"Like, if you do have sex, that you make sure you use protection, like a condom." Edward picked up where I left off.

"Oh," Zoe said. "I wouldn't make the same mistake as Gabe," she informed us.

"Zoe, what happened to Gabe was a mistake, people don't make mistakes on purpose," I told her. "But one day, if you find yourself ready, and in love, and want to have sex, I want you to know you can come talk to me or your dad."

"Yeah, I'd much rather have you come tell us you want condoms or birth control pills then tell us you're pregnant." Edward practically cringed as he spoke that sentence. I smiled a little at him trying to contain the giggles that threatened to spill out of my mouth. He just looked at me with his 'what the hell look'. He was so adorkable.

"Just make sure you are ready; it's a huge emotional commitment, and sex should be special. Your Dad and I aren't going to be mad if you are responsible and take the time to follow your heart," I said, pushing a piece of her golden brown hair behind her ear.

"I promise," Zoe said.

"Good, cause we just love you and want the best for you, baby," Edward said. He kissed her head, and messed up her hair, before I hugged her tight, telling her again that I loved her.

Edward and I left her room. "See that wasn't so bad was it?" I asked.

"Nope, she is a smart girl. That is my kid," Edward said, pointing back towards Zoe's room. "That one," Edward said, pointing at Gabe's room, "is yours."

I shook my head at my husband, not wanting to admit that he was right. Zoe probably would never hook up, or smoke pot. She was Daddy's girl through and through.

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