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BPOV
I wake up in our bed and remember why you aren't here with me. You had to work last night at the last minute. We had to cancel our wedding anniversary because of it. I missed you last night. I wanted to share some news with you but I wanted it to be special. I just wish we could have had last night because today I have to leave for a few weeks for my research. I never got a chance to tell you that I had to leave but I just hope you can forgive me.
CPOV
I walk in the door of my quiet house. Bella should be here somewhere. I just hope she isn't upset with me because of last night. I just love her so much. I don't know what I would do without her. I walk around the house looking for my lovely wife but she is nowhere to be found. I start to worry as I call out her name and find that she isn't answering me. I enter our bedroom for last expecting to see her on the bed, reading or relaxing but she is still nowhere to be seen. I check the bathroom but there is still no sign. I start to panic as I walk back into our bedroom. I open the door to our walk in closet and notice straight away that her suitcase is missing. 'Oh god', I think to myself, I plead in my mind to god that she hasn't decided that last night was the final straw and that she has left me. I search around our bedroom looking for some indication of where she has gone. I run through the rest of the house looking for some sign of where she would be. Hopefully she has just gone to stay with Alice or Edward.
I walk back into my study and just sit at my desk staring at our wedding photo. I am awoken from my trace by the phone ringing. Its the hospital ringing saying that they need my help in surgery with a car accident victim. I quickly grabbed my bag and coat and sped away from the house in my Mercedes. I mentally prepared myself for what I would have to see. It would be undoubtedly bad considering I was called in to assist. The hospital came into my line of vision and I hurriedly parked and ran into the hospital. I seen the victim and knew that the only visible injury was a nasty head wound. I asked for her to be cleaned up and prepared for examination. It was then that the similarity of the victim penetrated my consciousness. She looks like my Bella. I look down at her left hand see the ring I placed there a year ago yesterday. What happened to her?! I hear a nurse ask the paramedic if they have an identity for her. I automatically answer.
"Her name is Isabella Cullen. My wife."
I hear a gasp but I barely acknowledge it. My whole world is crashing around me. Then as I thought nothing could be worse, my world crashes further. I hear the paramedic that treated my sweet Bella tell me.
"Um, Sir. We also made sure that the fetus wasn't in distress or harmed in any way."
I turn to look at him.
"Fetus?" I ask in confusion.
"Yes, when she was briefly conscious she asked me to make sure her baby was alright. she told me just before she passed out that she was 12 weeks pregnant."
She was pregnant. We were going to have a child and be parents. Our only dream that we thought would never be fulfilled.
I look towards the ceiling and pray to god that she will be okay.
