The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: #25
Pen Name:RockRaven244
Pairing/Character(s):E & B
Rating:T
Word Count:430
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My hands are shaking and my lip trembles.
I've made such a fucking mess of things and I don't know if I can fix it.
What in the hell was I thinking!
I just took for granted that she has always been there.
Good, bad, crazy, mellow, it's always just worked for us ... Until it didn't.
We've been apart for two months.
A really long two months.
And I realize that I just don't work without her.
Nothing works without her.
My music, my words, my body, my mind, my life ... I can't function if she's not with me.
And now, I'm going to be a father.
She called me and left a voicemail.
I can't believe I missed her call.
"Edward, listen," she sighed. "I don't know how ... I just left the doctors office. Ed ... I'm pregnant." She's crying and then she hangs up.
I'm sitting on her front porch, our front porch, waiting for her to get home.
I don't know what the hell I'm going to do but damn it, I'm not letting ten years slip away. She loved me before the fame, the money, the fans ... She's the only one who truly knows me and I love her with everything that I am. I just let other shit get in the way; I started expecting too much.
Her car pulls into the driveway and I stand.
She doesn't move, she just stares at me.
Her eyes are red and puffy but even so, she is the most beautiful woman I've ever known.
Slowly, she steps out of the car and walks over to me. Her eyes are glistening with fresh tears and I have to hold her.
I reach out and she falls into me, sobbing.
I hold her to me so tight, wishing I could fix everything with this one embrace.
I pick her up and carry her inside, whispering I love you and I'm sorry and I need you.
"I'm taking a break from the band. I want to be here with you and the baby. I want to fix what I broke. I miss you, I miss you."
Her eyes are wary and she frowns.
"Please. Please let me try," I whisper, laying a hand on her stomach. "I don't want to miss this. I don't want to miss anything anymore."
I can hear the rough texture of my voice and feel the wetness on my cheeks but she needs to know. I can't hide from her, I never could.
"On one condition," she says, her voice shaky.
I nod, "anything."
"Come home."