Disclaimer- I do NOT own any of the Twilight characters or settings, only the plot and Oliver are my own.
I really shouldn't have been surprised how everyone treated me after he left considering how close we were. But the side effects of loving a vampire threw my whole world upside down. I figured out three weeks after he had left, that I was going to be a mother. The thought that I would be in charge of another life terrified me; what if I was a bad mother? The thoughts plagued me to no end; how was I going to take care of myself, pay for a child, and finish school?! My college fund was no longer existent in my mind. And would it be human or vampire?! It took me a few days but I explained to Charlie that I was pregnant-he didn't handle it well. He kicked me out of his house that night, forcing me into not only tears but the Cullen's mansion. I wouldn't have gone there if I had somewhere else that I could have gone but there was nowhere else that would have accepted me. It broke my heart to sleep in his old room in its empty and harsh state, to have to smell his scent everywhere I went, but the power and water worked so I forced myself through it. Thinking all the time that at least I was able to smell him one more time and that perhaps after the baby is born that I would bring he or she here, so they in a way get to know their father. But, once things had begun to improve I was called to the office and told that, because of my condition, I would have to either come back after the child is born or take my finals four months early. And if that wasn't enough I was told later that Charlie had been found, dead, of a heart attack, in my old room. His attorney explained that he left everything to me. Looking at the forms that the attorney had given me I saw that Charlie had saved enough for me to live off of with the child and not have to worry about starving or anything for well over 20 or so years. But whatever happiness I would have felt about all my burdens being taken away was nonexistent because in order to have it this way, my only father had to leave me. I was officially alone. The only person who was kind to me was Angela. She stood with me and helped me as much as she could while enduring the abuse that shouldn't have been her's to suffer. The abuse that should have been his to endure. So many things happened in those first months that I can barely believe where I am now.
~3 months into the pregnancy~
"Finally I'm done." I rubbed my stomach where my child was becoming more and more obvious to the world.
"See it wasn't that bad. All that studying paid off in the end." Angela responded, smiling kindly in my direction. I returned it as we walked to the cafeteria when I felt fluttering where it shouldn't be present. "Bella? What's wrong?" Angela turned around and walked back to where I was rooted to the spot.
"Angela…I think….I think I just felt the baby move." Stuttering as I spoke with both hands on my stomach waiting to make sure I was correct. I took Angela's hand and placed it next to mine. When the second movement occurred, causing her eyes to widen.
"I didn't know that it would move so soon!" She smiled. "But that means it's healthy. When's your next appointment?" We began walking again.
"Tomorrow, first thing in the morning, I figured that it would be best with today being my last day at school and all." Angela's eyes were a strange mix between happy and sad by the fact that today was my final day, although I could understand why. We ate lunch as normal, her making sure I ate as healthy as possible and me trying not to complain and cause too much trouble for her. My cravings had begun to get a little wild-German cuisine and rare meat- but I refused to burden Angela with them. The stares we received had become downright rude especially towards Angela. But she didn't seem to let it affect her, or at least didn't appear to in front of me, so I also attempted to ignore it as well.
"You know you really should get a new car soon." My expression must have been something to see because she backed up her statement quickly. "Your truck isn't safe for a baby." I began to think about it for a moment, before accepting that she was right.
"So what car should I get?" She smiled once again, before calling Ben-her boyfriend- over and asking him. Ben had plenty of suggestions and comments on where to look to find the good ones- which I only listened to half of. I went home after school that day feeling a bit better than when I went to school that morning. But as I drove home my thoughts suddenly flew to him; would he be happy I was having his child? Would he care? Would he ever see him or her