Disclaimer: I would really really really like to own Twilight. But I don't. :(
This is very very short. I just got the idea to write Edward's thoughts while he is 'frozen' when Bella discovers she's pregnant. it's not very good, i ran out of ideas, but oh well. Here it is.
I think Edward wouldn't just be thinking 'impossible' when he discovers the pregnancy, and that he likely would believe it, so maybe this isn't exactly realistic, but i like this idea, so i wrote it.
please review, I love feedback.
Impossible
Impossible.
It was the only word in my mind. There was nothing on earth except for that word. Impossible.
Subconsciously, my mind was still cataloguing everything around me. The big spacious bedroom in the house on Esme's island. The fluffy white bed. The door. The window. Bella standing there, frozen in mute shock and horror.
But otherwise, my mind was focused on that word. Impossible. Because this simply could not be happening. It had never happened, would never happen, and was not happening now.
Although, if it was, I was more of a monster than I'd ever imagined.
Because I'd thought I'd endangered Bella in every single way possible. Even having a proper honeymoon had been dangerous enough, and had been painful enough to see the bruises marring her soft skin. But I'd never imagined it could hurt her like this.
I'd thought, no matter how foolish, that the pain I'd inflicted on her from being with her physically had ended. Apparently not.
Well, it must have, actually. Because, of course, it was impossible to even consider the crazy notion that…. Impossible. It was impossible.
But what explanation was there. Everything had been normal this morning, and now…
There was something different, certainly. Bella couldn't be eating all that much, and having nightmares, and throwing up, and not sleep-talking for no reason. Maybe there was a foreign disease?
Because this crazy notion, this insane idea was impossible.
I was frozen. I couldn't think.
Bella suddenly stood, squeaking out a surprised, "Oh!" I couldn't even move to see what surprised her. Not until she spoke.
"Impossible," she whispered. So she thought so, too.
I was still frozen a moment later when the phone rang. I didn't answer. I wasn't breathing, wasn't moving wasn't thinking. No, no, no. Impossible.
We let it ring. Until Bella answered it.
I couldn't focus on the conversation. Bella was talking to Alice about something and then Carlisle. Then I heard her properly.
"This is going to sound crazy—look, I know it's way too early for any of this. Maybe I am crazy. But I'm having bizarre dreams and eating all the time and crying and throwing up and… and… I swear something just moved inside of me now."
I instantly unfroze. No. Not happening. Impossible.
I needed to talk to Carlisle myself. Maybe there was a disease that he knew of… this could not be real….
I held out my hand for the phone.
"Um, I think Edward wants to talk to you."
Of course I did. I wanted to know what the hell was going on. Because Bella had to be wrong, she was probably just sick…
Bella handed me the phone. I pressed it to my ear.
"Is it possible?" My voice was a whisper. Because it wasn't… it was not possible.
Carlisle's voice was grave and stressed when he spoke, after a pause.
"It could be."
Possible.
