I'd first like to say two things...

One; You all are amazing!

Two; You all are amazing!

I'm very sorry about not updating, but I needed time to write the chapter; I wanted to make it good, so I couldn't make any mistakes- even though I'm sure I did and I wanted to give you way more than this, but I hope you'll be satisfied. I'll be writing the next chapter and I promise that it won't just be filler. I'll actually make something happen.

There's also something you all should know; I was reading over my chapter to see if I made any mistakes and I realized that I just randomly switched from third POV to Edward's POV. I could have gone back and changed it, but I honestly like the flow and didn't want to mess it. This won't be a regular occurrence, but I wanted you all to know so you didn't have to complain about it.

So, without further ado, I give you He's Your Father.


I do not own Twilight.


She didn't know what to do

Ever since Bella had told Rosalie about how he had left her the same night she told him she was pregnant, Rosalie had thought time and time again about what'd she do if she got to meet Edward Cullen.

Her first thought was to kick him where the sun didn't shine, but that had been almost ten years ago. Now, Rosalie had thoughts of keying his car or registering him as a sex offender. Yes, her thoughts hadn't gotten any less juvenile, but who could blame her?

But now- after almost ten years of comparing Edward Cullen to her horrible ex- Rosalie was frozen. She couldn't move- she could barely even think as she watch on as Edward touched Bella's face. It wasn't hard to tell that he still felt something for her, but no feelings he had could make up for what he had done.

Looking over to the cot where Bella's daughter slept, Rosalie realized she had to get Edward out of the room before she woke up. The fifteen year old held nothing but contempt for the man she knew as her father and the last thing anyone needed was to be kicked out of the hospital for causing a scene.

Taking a deep breath, Rosalie cleared her throat, catching the attention of Edward. He looked her up and down, obviously checking to see if she was a nurse and Rosalie gestured towards the door with her head before setting down the coffee. Edward opened his mouth to argue, but Rosalie left the room before he could, forcing him to follow her out.

"Can I help you?" He asked once he had come out. Rosalie closed the door and faced him. Edward could already tell that she was going on defense. Why, he didn't have a clue.

"I could ask you the same thing." She pointed out. "You're not her family, you shouldn't have been allowed in her room."

Edward scoffed lightly as he ran a hand through his hair. "I'm the closest thing to family she's got." He claimed and Rosalie narrowed her eyes. "Her parents haven't even been here to see her. I'm still listed as her emergency contact; that's how I got in here." That's when Edward seemed to realize that he had been giving the answers without getting any in return. "I'm sorry, are you a nurse?" He asked, once again looking her over, taking in her dingy white tank top, red sweater, jeans and dirty sneakers.

Rosalie shook her head. "No," She answered. "But contrary to what you may have been told, I'm the closest thing Bella has to family...we live together." Hearing that, Edward held out a hand in greeting.

"Well, then we should probably introduce ourselves." He said, still holding out his hand. "I'm-"

"Edward Cullen." Rosalie cut in and he seemed both surprised and confused that she knew that. "I also happen to be Bella's best friend. There isn't much I don't know about her." 'Or you, you piece of trash.' She added in her head. "And as Bella's friend, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me." Rosalie crossed her arms. "You being here would only cause stress for everyone involved; me, Bella, El...and her kids." Rosalie doubted Edward even knew the name of Bella's kids.

"You mean Mary Elizabeth and Logan Cullen?" He stressed and Rosalie narrowed her eyes.

"Just because they have your name, doesn't make them yours."

"No, but my name on their birth certificates does." He snapped before taking a breath. If anything, Rosalie seemed even more guarded. "Look, what's your name?" She said nothing and Edward tried not to snap again. Instead, he simply gave her an expectant look that clearly said he wasn't talking anymore until he got a name.

"Rosalie." Was all he got.

"Look, Rosalie," He continued. "I didn't come here to fight- especially not with you or anyone else."

"Then why did you come here?" She asked. "You haven't spoken to Bella since you promised her that you'd stay in Forks and then packed your bags before getting on the plane to Who-The-Hell-Knowsville." If Rosalie noticed Edward's wince, she didn't say anything. "You didn't even come to see her or Logan when the doctors told her that he was deaf. You haven't called, visited or written to her at any point in the past sixteen years, so tell me," She stepped closer to him. "Why are you here?"

Edward swallowed, at this point in the conversation he was a lot less confident in what he was doing than when he had planned it.

He took another deep breath. "I'm here...I'm here to do the right thing- the thing I should've done sixteen years ago."

"And what is that?"

"...I'm here to take care of Bella and our children."


"This is bullshit!" Rosalie yelled at him. "You can't just abandon your pregnant girlfriend and come in here to stake some sort of claim on her children sixteen years later!"

After informing Rosalie Hale of his full intentions concerning Bella and their children, Edward had made a hasty escape from the hospital. It wasn't because he was afraid of anything she'd say or do- okay, it wasn't completely because he was afraid of what she'd say or do, it was because his mother had landed at the airport.

A month ago, when Edward told his parents about Bella, the children he abandoned and what had happened, his father had asked what he planned to do. Edward's first plan had been to leave them alone like he had for sixteen years, but he knew he couldn't do that- not if he wanted to be able to sleep at night. He knew that Bella Swan- no matter how much she may have hated him at that moment- needed him. She needed him to be the person he promised to be all those years ago and he planned to do just that.

The first thing Edward had done was contact Jason Jenks; a lawyer friend of his parents. He wanted to know what rights he had as a father and what his options were. After getting their game plan ready and the proper papers filed, Edward had flown to Seattle. His mother and Jenks had followed a day after since there had been no more available seats on Edward's flight; coach or first class.

Now, after they had arrived in Seattle and Edward had gotten Rosalie to come, they were in Edward and Esme's hotel discussing things.

Well, at least, they were. Rosalie wasn't as compliant.

"Ms. Hale," Jenks began. "Legally, you have no say over what happens to Mary Elizabeth and Logan. Mr. Cullen is still their father and has never signed over his parental rights. At this point, I'm surprised DCFS hasn't stepped in and placed the children in a foster home."

"Because I have been taking care of them!" She exclaimed. "Me! I make sure they eat and sleep and go to school-"

"Mary Elizabeth hasn't been to school in weeks." Esme cut in, getting a glare in return. "They're threatening expulsion."

"Well, I don't know if you noticed, but her mother was hit by a car and put into a coma." Rosalie spat. "Everything will be fine once Bella wakes up."

That's when Jenks spoke up once again. "And who knows when that will be." He pointed out. "Ms. Swan has been unresponsive for several weeks now and the doctors don't think that will be changing anytime soon. If I was informed corrected, they're setting her up in the coma ward this week, aren't they?"

"And what about money?" Esme cut in again. "Her hospital bills can't be cheap and we know that she doesn't have health insurance. How do you expect to stay in your home with three children and pay off her bills?"

"I will figure something out." Rosalie gritted out. "I always do."

"But you don't have to." Esme insisted. "These are Edward's children and he wants to do the right thing by them. He's not trying to take them away from Bella- or you- but he does want the chance to be the father he should've been to him from the beginning."

Rosalie scoffed. "Well, that's a very- a very democratic way of telling me that your taking Bella's kids to Massachusetts, but the call I got from her social worker last night telling me that you filed for full custody already tipped me off!" She yelled and I sighed, knowing that she was only getting angrier.

"Rosalie," I started, hoping that she'd see reason. "This is what's best for them."

She laughed. "What's best for them?! You don't know what's best for them because you don't know them! You haven't even met them and now you're taking them away from their home, their school and their mother!"

"And we don't want to do that-" My mother began, but I put a hand on her shoulder to stop her. She didn't need to fight my battles for me, especially when I knew that nothing we said would appease Rosalie.

"Guy," I looked from Jenks to my mother. "Could you two give Rosalie and me some time to talk?...Alone."

She didn't like it, but my mother seemed to realized that I was capable of talking to Rosalie myself and left with Jenks who had more paperwork he needed to file. Once they had left and I could no longer hear the sound of my mother's heels walking down the hall, I looked to Rosalie. She sat on the love seat opposite of the couch I sat on, with her arms crossed and eyes, while no longer glaring, still hard.

"There is nothing you can say that will make any of this okay." She told me and I nodded. I already knew that.

"I know." I admitted. "But I do need you to know that I'm not doing this to hurt you or the kids or Bella. I'm doing this to help and I know you don't believe that-" I added in quickly when she rolled her eyes. "But it's true."

"I could give a rats ass whether it's true or not." She replied. "You wanting to be there now means nothing; It meant nothing when Bella was working two jobs just to afford her crappy apartment, it meant nothing when Elizabeth was seven and came home crying because she didn't have someone to take her to the father daughter dance and it meant nothing when Bella got hit by a car on her way to the bank to cash in your five hundred dollar child support check."

"The accident wasn't my fault Rosalie."

"Oh, I know," She nodded. "But, since you're to blame for most of my problems at the moment, I figured I'd blame you for that too."

I sighed. We were getting nowhere with this. "Rosa-"

"Just stop, Edward." She interrupted with a sigh. "You're taking Elizabeth and Logan away from their mother and there is nothing you can say that will ever justify that. Now," Rosalie stood and picked up her purse. "If you can excuse me, I've got two kids to go home and cook for and another to convince, unsuccessfully, to leave Bella's bedside."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "I thought Bella-"

"The third one is mine, dumbass." She rolled her eyes and I stood up as she started towards the door.

"Rosalie," I called, but she didn't stop. "Wait."

"I don't want to hear anything that you have to say." Rosalie said before leaving and slamming the door behind her. Knowing we had more to talk about, I went after her. She was nearing the end of the hallway so I jogged to catch up with her.

"Rosalie, I'm not doing this to hurt you." I tried to tell her. She didn't stop; she just simply continued on to the elevator and pressed the down button before turning around. "Or the kids."

"That doesn't matter." She shrugged. "It doesn't matter that you're not doing this to hurt me or Bella or her children, because you are." The elevator doors open and she took a few steps back to get inside, only taking her eyes off of me when she went to push the button for the lobby. "I've got your number- your lawyers number." She corrected. "I'll call and set up some meeting or appointment or whatever between you and the twins; you're the one ripping them away from their mother, so you're the one who's going to tell them why."

"Rosalie-"

"It is in their best interest after all." And then the doors closed.