Summary:-

What happens when your secret lover is also your best male friend, and your best female's friend ex? When Edward dies in a car accident,Bella alone and pregnant, where does that leave her when no one knew of the realtionship to start with?

Soo... I'm a dreamer... and when I have certain dreams, usually, I can not for the life of me get them out of my head! This is where most of my stories start. I know, I know, it sounds like a rip off of SM, but it's true, and that is where this started. It was a dream I had about me and a friend (and no, we're not together), and was the only way I could get it out of my head!

I also want to state that I have never been pregnant, nor want to be, well, right now anyway. So if there's any mistakes when it comes to the pregnancy details, I'm sorry, I've been going off info from fam/friends and the net and my own imagination.

I hope you enjoy, and don't need too many tissues... :(

Reviews are appretiated :)

I woke up that day with a fantastic feeling. Nothing, not even my chipped purple nail polish could ruin my mood, and yes, that damn purple nail polish has ruined it before. Nor the ramblings of my insanely gorgeous roommate, or her pixie, bouncing talkative little cousin who made our rented cottage.

I fisted my hand in the cold sheets on the opposite side of my bed. The silkiness slid through my fingers and I remembered what had happened last night. It made me smile, and giggly childishly. Edward's smell was still on my pillow. And my sheets. And, if I really thought about it, on me too.

My window still slightly ajar from when he slipped out of it, after our discrete and taboo rendezvous last night.

Oh My Edward. He and I were best friends from day dot. We were next door neighbours in the little town of Forks. Those next doors were almost a mile apart, but they were still next door none the less. When my mother left my father and I, for reasons unbeknownst still to me, he was my rock and my confidant. His mother was my mother after that, and my taxi to and from school, and my babysitter whenever Charlie, my father, had to work. And all together we'd play happy families, where I'd be the Mummy, and Edward would be the Daddy, and my little Baby Born doll would be our daughter. Or we'd play cowboys and Indians, I never minded really. As long as I got cross bow. I had a mean shot with that thing, and more than once stuck the suction cup right in the middle of little Eddie's forehead.

My childhood with him was bliss. We were thick as thieves, and more often than not were, stealing Esme's M & M Butter Cookies from the cookie jar, me on his shoulders because we were both too short to reach as far back as the jar. We were like brother and sister, without that sibling bickering. And in my last year of high school, Edward had become my brother for all intensive purposes when I moved in with the Cullen's after Charlie was shot, and spent months and months recovering in a Seattle hospital, leaving me fending for myself. During this time Esme and Carlisle became my guardians as my father couldn't take care of himself, let alone me, until I reached of age, and then simply mooched around with them to prove that I would stay, much to Esme's delight. I think she always secretly wanted a daughter, and that was what I was to her.

When Rosalie came into the picture, we were much older, much wiser. Edward and Rose hit it off instantly, as did she and I, just in a much different way. It was I who caught them making out in the back seat of Edward's black beat-up Ford pick-up truck when we were sixteen when Edward had first driven that pickup to school. He told me later that he had to christen it, and apparently Rosie was the perfect christening choice. Rosalie, being the good little southern girl she is, later told me that she and Edward would have never of got together if not for that ghastly black beast of a thing, apparently she's a sucker for a trucker.

She may have been the first choice for that, but it was me and only me who sat in the passenger seat when we took it for joy rides, driving too fast, being complete and utter reckless idiots with the stereo blaring the Red Hot Chilli Peppers, or Santana, or anything we could get our groove on with. And it was me that helped him push it from the muddy muck one day after he'd got it bogged up to its axles. Three hours later, one shovel and two filthy homebodies, the damn truck got unstuck, needless to say, I refused to ever help him with that dilemma again.

But I was truly ecstatic for them, especially when they decided to go steady. It was idealistic really, my two best friends in the entire world, as one. Rose and I planned their wedding, Edward asked me to be his best man, and they fought about who called dibs on me first, for Rose also wanted me to be her maid of honour. Yet, as high school is, things got complicated. Rosie was an overly jealous girlfriend, and Edward an overly protective boyfriend, and if each other would more than look at a member of the opposite sex, the fights would start. It was a typical on-again, off-again relationship which was forever progressing in someway either forward or backwards, and so hard to understand you sometimes just stayed the hell away.

Now I know what your thinking, Bella Swan, how dare you sleep with your best friends' boyfriend? Well, really, it's not like that. After we'd graduated high school and move on to college and the rest of our lives, Rose and Edward were over. As in really and truly over.

It all happened over an empty bottle of scotch, and knowing Rose was out there screwing the brains out of Emmett McCarty. A simple one-night stand turned into so much more within a few short weeks when the one night of glorious sex, turned into two, which turned into three, which turned into weeks and weeks of amazing lovemaking between us.

It was after about a month of not so spontaneous nightly visits that Edward and I finally talked about us in intense post-intimacy bliss.

'It's not that simple Bells, think how people are going to see us. I mean, everyone thinks I'm so in love and heartbroken over Rosalie because I pined over her for so many years! Yet, incredulously, people do move on!' He sighed so incredibly frustrated with our little town. With it he turned on his side, propping his head up on his hand, his elbow firmly dug into my bed. Instinctively, I licked my lips a little with the sight of his body so shamelessly positioned in front of me. He raised his eyebrow at me, and I knew I'd been caught ogling him. I blushed and pulled the sheet higher, up and over my head.

I squealed loudly when he ripped the sheet away from me and started another round of ticklefest. Ten minutes later, we both panted softly, completely spent from entirely innocent games.

His head lay softly and comfortably on my naked chest, in between my breasts, my fingers weaving their way through his oh-so-soft auburn hair, his bare body tangled in mine, a feather light sheet was pulled to his waist. I felt completely content simply lying there. Not even the promise of sunshine and twittering little birdies could compare to my bliss. I laid there eyes glazed over, envisioning a perfect life of years down the track with little Bell-ward children jumping into our marital bed early on a Sunday morning, joining our ritual snuggle. It made me smile.

A silent sob shaking through Edward's body woke me from my lazy daydream.

'Edward?' I asked in alarm, moving his face to look at me, 'baby, what's wrong?'

He wrapped his arms tighter around my waist, and moved his body more on mine, careful not to crush me at all, 'I'm sorry! I'm so sorry' he whispered feverishly against my skin over my ribs, sobbing all the while.

I wiped away his tears, but more filled their place. 'Oh, baby, please don't cry' I begged him, not understanding his tears, but they broke my heart simply watching them fall. I couldn't stand to see my grown man cry.

'I've made such a mess of all this!' he choked out, in between a sob, 'why couldn't it just be you and me from the start? Why do people have to make us so hard!'

I sucked on my bottom lip and closed my eyes to calm and control my own sobs that were threatening. Neither of us wanted the rumours that would surly circulate about us if we were to come out as a couple, it would be hard on friends, it would be hard on our families, and most definitely hard on us. I didn't want to think what the women would chatter about, especially me being from a broken home, us being almost siblings, and Rose and me being the best of friends. I could see that going down now.

'Oh, sure, Rosie and I are tight as, we share everything... and when I say everything, I mean everything' wink wink.

Or damn well not!

And how would Esme and Carlisle and Charlie take it? Would they be happy for us, or damn us to hell? They trusted us; we slept in the same room for sleepovers almost weekly, if not more until I moved in, and then it wasn't uncommon for me to crawl in to Edward big brother like arms when the dreams of Charlie's accident haunted my every though. We'd been caught in some weird and compromising situations by both Carlisle and Esme, and always started with 'this is not what it looks like!' And it was always and completely true.

Would they still trust us? Would they believe us when we said this was a pure and simple from this time forward sort of thing? Would they assume we fooled around when we slept in the same room for completely innocent sleepovers?

'Shh, baby. Look, lets just keep us like this for a while until everything with you and Rose blows over and people see you're no longer together, and then we can come out bit by bit, sound okay?' I asked.

Edward's anger was evident in his eyes, yet his face kept any trace of that away. 'It's just not right, but it will have to do' he raised his body from mine, and I instantly missed the pressure he'd caused on my legs and stomach with his weight. He caught my lips with his, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth, knowing how much I loved it, kissing me with such passion there was no words to describe it. We both fell back onto the bed, thankful we were still completely undressed. I suppose one complete day in bed wouldn't be so bad.