Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.
Information you need to know beforehand:
Ages:
Sam and Emily - 22
Paul and Jared - 19
Kim and Bella - 18
Jacob and Embry - 17
Prologue
The dull grey colour of the sky did nothing to lift my mood. I stood outside the hospital, gripping my jacket around my shivering body.
I took a deep breath and did what I was taught to do all those years ago. I put one foot after the other and entered the building. In the far corner of the clinical establishment sat a young woman who was busy tapping away furiously on the computer. Cautiously, I approached her like I would a wild animal. She didn't even look but I spoke anyway.
"Hi." I initiated timidly. "I have an appointm-"
"Name?" She snapped.
"Isabella Swan." I replied in the same cold tone she gave me.
"Have a seat. The nurse will come and get you shortly." She scowled, her eyes never leaving the computer screen.
I frowned and took a seat in the waiting room, just behind me. I lowered myself into the uncomfortable chair that was placed directly under a baby poster, noticing a speck of pink paint on the floor. I passed the time by letting my mind wander into nothingness, my eyes wandering past the speck every few minutes. I wasn't quite sure how much time had gone by until the pink speck was covered by a familiar person stood in front of it.
My heart stopped. Who told him? Because it sure as hell wasn't me!
"What are you doing here, Bella?" His voice was strained. I snorted. He already knew why I was here.
"What are you doing here, Paul?" I countered. He slammed both his hands down on the armrest either side of me. I twitched and he lowered down to my level. The lady to my side made a disapproving tsk and Paul growled at her.
"I asked you first." He challenged. "Look at me," I refused to look at him, and shifted to the side. "Isabella!" He sneered. "Look. At. Me." He hissed under his breath. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. I don't want to look at him! I can't see you. I can't.
"Swan! I asked you to do something and I expect you to do it!" He bellowed.
I prepared myself for the hatred that I knew resided in his eyes, the eyes that had once conveyed so much love and adoration for me and what we stood for.
My eyes made the same journey they had been doing for months; they trailed from his white knuckles up his tense arm, mapped with veins, to the strong steady pulse in his neck and settled there.
My gaze crawled up his perfect features, stopping when met with his hazel eyes. His world stopped. His breathing hitched and he released a shaky breath.
I knew what he saw in my eyes. I had been seeing the same thing for a while now. He saw nothing. No love, no anger, no sadness. Just a lifeless shell.
"What are you doing here?" I asked again, a cold edge to my voice.
"I'm here to stop my imprint from aborting our baby." He whispered.
Imprint. Not girlfriend. I heard what he didn't say.
I stared into his eyes.
"Leave." I said with more conviction than I thought I was capable of. His eyes glazed over as he fought the instinct to obey his imprint's orders. His whole body was now ramrod stiff.
"Isabella Swan." The dumpy, brunette nurse called my name. I placed my hand on his arm and his body relaxed. I took my other hand and pushed his arm off the armrest and stepped away from him.
"Please don't do this." He begged, but I ignored him. I walked to the nurse and gave her a faint smile.
"Right this way." She said, pointing to a narrow, white corridor. I didn't turn around to see him. I didn't need to, I wasn't interested. He was dead to me.
A short while later, I was lying on a hospital bed, my legs spread and wearing a god awful hospital gown. Looking around the room, I saw various machines and instruments. The counter by the door had stacks of glove boxes piled, literally, to the ceiling. The sterile trolley and sonagraphy machine were parked by the bottom of the bed. The surgical lamp hung just above my slightly swollen tummy and in the corner of the room, at his computer, sat my doctor. He swivelled in his chair.
"Ready, Miss Swan?" He asked.
I stared at him blankly and nodded.
Beta: MissElenaMasen
