A/N: Random idea that I had while watching TV

A/N: Random idea that I had while watching TV. I have no idea what show it was, but I thought of Twilight and New Moon. Anyway, over the summer between Twilight and New Moon, Bella and Edward made their love real. And one month later, before Bella discovers she's pregnant, Edward leaves her. And then, when Bella takes the first step back into normal life, which happens only a month later in my version of the story, she notices that she's missed her monthly-mark twice already. She goes to Seattle to take a pregnancy-test, where she finds out that she's pregnant with Edward's child.

Bella's POV:

Tears were flowing down my cheeks. I held the pregnancy test in my hand, staring at the little red plus-sign.

"Damn it," I muttered to myself. "Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT!"

I was yelling. I couldn't help it. I had his—cringe—child growing inside of me, and he—wince—didn't...love...me...

"Bella?" Of course Charlie would hear me yelling. "Are you ok?"

I heard a knock on my door, and I froze.

Charlie popped his head into my room.

"Bella—" His eyes went from my face, to my hand—which was on my belly—to the test in my hand. "No," he said in a horrified whisper. "Bella, how-?"

I shook my head, and bit my lip in an attempt to keep in the tears.

Charlie came over to my bed and sat next to me. He held me close, just like any father with a daughter coming out of a depression—barely—would.

"With...his?" he asked carefully. Just saying that pronoun, his, was enough to push me over the edge again. Tears came in rivers, more or less.

Charlie shook his head and got up. I followed him with my eyes. I could imagine how pitiful I looked.

"Bella," he said, running a hand through his hair. "Bella, I thought you were smarter then that."

I stared at him, dumbstruck.

"But I— Dad, it was two months ago. I didn't even remember about it until now." Charlie wouldn't really be that mad at me...would he?

"Why did you...do that in the first place, Bella?" Charlie asked with concern.

"Because I didn't think he would ever leave me that's why!" I half-yelled, tears coming quicker down my cheeks. I was half-blind from the moisture in my eyes. I stood up and stormed toward the door.

"Bella—" Charlie started. He tried to put a hand on my arm, but I shook him off.

"Look, if you don't want me here, that's fine," I cried. "I have enough money for an apartment, and I can take school classes at home!" I got my duffle-bag out from under my bed and started throwing clothes and other belongings of mine into it.

When I went to my closet to grab a few more things, I stepped on a loose floorboard. I pried up the loose board, and underneath it was just a mid-sized garbage bag with stuff in it. I picked up the bag and carried it in the same hand as I held my duffle bag.

"Bella, I never said—"

"Its fine, Charlie," I told him, hastily wiping away more tears. "I've decided long ago I don't care about anything. Why should I care about leaving?" I hastily wrote down the number to a cell phone. The one he had given me.

"Bella—"

"It just didn't work out, ok?" I yelled at him, trusting the number at him. "Reach me at that number if you ever want to know how your grandkid is doing when I have him or her." I was at the front door now. "It just didn't work out here. Forks is...fine, but living here...," my voice trailed off, looking around the room. "Living here, there are too many memories now. I can't stay here."

And with that, I turned around and, slamming the door, I left. I put my bag in the passenger seat of my trunk.

I didn't know where I would go. It was the middle of the day—a rare, cloudless and sunny day—and I still had to worry about school... Oh, god, school! In about a month, I'd be in my 12th week! I'd be showing at least a little by then... Holy crow, what would people think when they saw I was pregnant?

"It doesn't matter now," I mumbled.

I stopped after a while at the edge of a bare forest. I knew that my subconscious was taking me somewhere, but I couldn't tell where yet.

I took my bags with me and started walking randomly through the forest. I had an idea of where I was going, but I knew that it wasn't possible, but after a few hours—I lost track of time pretty quickly—I could see a light just a bit ahead.

I stepped into the meadow.

"No," I whispered. I sank to my knees and cried. I felt something sharp poking me from the garbage bag. I took out the sharp object. It was a CD. There was nothing written on it, and I couldn't think of anywhere it could be from, so I took out my CD player—I don't know why I brought my CD-player. I had broken and tossed out all my CDs after he had left.

I popped the CD in and shoved the earphones roughly into my ears.

And my heart could have frozen.

The first song was my lullaby.

I sat, unable to move...in his meadow, listening to the song he had written for me when he claimed to still loved me. If he had ever even loved me at all, really. He left me a month after we loved on each other.

I heard something... A rustling... I pulled off one earphone, enable to stop the beautiful music.

"Bella," I heard a beautiful voice sigh.

I looked up and saw him, standing at the other side of the meadow.

A/N: Who's standing there? I know who, but do you?