A/N- Thank you all very much for the reviews :) I appreciate every one. So you all know, the title is based on the song by Brad Paisley – and the lyrics in the summary are from said song.

Nobody goes through this life and does
Everything perfectly
We're all going to fail so you might as well
Make a mistake with me.

(Make a Mistake – Brad Paisley)

Bella.

I've realised a plus side to being pregnant – your baby is like a human alarm clock. Seriously, ever since my nudger figured out what it could do with their legs, it's been non-stop kick, kick, kick and it always seems to be around six in the morning. But I'm not complaining, I love feeling my baby kick and move around – it's special. I had been talking to Alice yesterday at lunch – after she laughed hysterically at the amount I had to eat – she is certain that I'm having a boy 'cause apparently boys are always bigger than girls and you can tell the size of your baby by the size of your bump – obviously. She'd even made a bet with Jasper – if she's right, he gives her five dollars.

So from now on, I'm going to refer to the baby as 'he' because it's easier and a bit disrespectful saying 'it'. My baby is not an 'it'. Edward may think so… but he can take a running jump. Yeah, I'm upset that he reacted so harshly, and it's not like I haven't given him the option – he decided himself that he didn't want to be a part. As a child growing up, I only had the one parent and I don't regret that or wish that my mother had played more of a part in my life. As long as you have at least one person in this life that loves you, that should be all that matters.

I could hear Charlie plodding around downstairs, probably getting his breakfast, so it's about time I got up. I fully understand what Juno meant when she said that the only bit she's worried about is when 'they put that elastic band thing around the front of your jeans.' – I feel your pain girl; these bitches do my head in. That film has been my Bible; I have watched it so many times I've lost count.

The trousers aren't that bad, but I cannot wait for the time to come when I can forget all about them. I wore a plain black long-sleeved t-shirt and a grey cardigan over that – it tied together above the bump and floated down the sides. My hair is brushed into a haphazard ponytail and a tiny swish of mascara is added to my lashes.

My dear old dad had my breakfast waiting for me when I got down the stairs.

It included:

Wholemeal toast
Orange juice,
Selection of fruit
…and ketchup.

What? I'm pregnant…

Yesterday I had been craving dill pickles yesterday, and now ketchup seems to be the only thing I want. The hell? I don't even like tomatoes!

"Are you going to try and talk to Edward again?" Charlie leant back against the sink taking a sip of coffee from his favourite mug. I finished my mouthful of ketchup on toast before answering.

"Er… I don't know. I might leave him to cool down and see if he says anything first."

Charlie nodded. "Just remember that it's a big shock to him – Edward probably wasn't thinking clearly when he said what he said."

"Yeah… I don't know. But I'm not going to force him into anything. At least I can tell baby about his father and hopefully I'll be able to get in contact with him when baby gets older. If he wants to meet his dad, I'm not going to do anything to stop that. I just hope Edward would be willing to see him."

Charlie washed out his coffee mug, sat it bottom-up on the draining board and then took the seat across from where I sat. "Let me tell you something," he started, waiting until he had my complete attention before continuing. "I had only been a little older than you are now when Renee had been expecting you, and I'm going to be honest, I wasn't…. what's the word… thrilled to become a parent that young either. But as soon as you were born, everything changed. You start thinking 'why had I been so against it in the first place?' nothing matters more than that child in your arms. Edward may say all this stuff now, but I promise you, he will care for this baby as soon as he sees it."

Aww shit, my dad can't say stuff like that to me, man!

I held back my tears as best I could, but the odd few trickled down my cheeks and dropped onto my clothing.

"Are you ready to go?" I glanced up at the clock, oops, we've been sitting here longer than I thought.

"Yep, give me two minutes."

"Okay, I'll be in the car."

xxx

I didn't receive as many looks today, but I think they were all still getting used to my little addition. Charlie dropped me off at the only open slot in the parking lot. I had to cross the road to the get to the building, so I stood and waited as he drove off before crossing.

"Bella!" I turned my head to my name calling, and saw Alice all at the other end of the lot, kissing Jasper chastely on the lips and then ran steadily along the ice to get to me. Because my mind was on Alice running across sleek ice like a pro, I never noticed a car trying to get in the parking space I'm blocking.

The blaring horn surprised the hell out of me. I turned to the side so quickly; I must have messed up my balance. My feet were slipping from under me; they were skating back and forth over the ice, unable to grab any sort of grip.

"Bella be careful!"

Before anyone could do anything, I fell – the whole process flashed before my eyes. My side hit off the ice causing a stinging pain to radiate through my hip as well as an unusual pain in my back. I feared for my baby's life.

Please, please, please.

I wrapped myself in the foetal position, mumbling 'please' continuously. A crowd had formed, worried, anxious and scared voices all merged into one. Alice had crouched down, touching my knee and stroking my hair; she whispered comforting words as well as ordering someone to phone for an ambulance.

Please, please, please.

"You'll be okay, Bella. My nephew will be okay too."

Please, please, please.

xxx

Edward.

"Shit!"

Why did nobody wake me? School started five minutes ago and I only just woke up!

"Bollocks."

Chucking off the boxers I wore to bed, I tore on a new pair as well as the first pair of jeans I laid my hands on and a t-shirt that had been in my recently ironed pile of clothes. I didn't have time to apply toothpaste to a toothbrush etc. etc. instead I squeezed a pea-sized drop of paste onto my finger and rubbed it vigorously over my teeth, flinging the tube of paste into the sink and gargling with a mouthful of water.

I shoved my feet into some socks and then my favourite shoes, grabbed a jacket and phone before running out my room. I stole a bar of chocolate from the cupboard and ate it in three large bites. I washed that down with some orange juice straight from the carton. My bag still sat at the door from when I chucked it there yesterday.

I only stopped to catch a breath when sitting safely in my car. It had only taken me ten minutes to get out the house. Brilliant – a new personal record. My phone had been flashing when I saw it this morning, so I took this spare thirty seconds to see who loved me now.

Alice.

Three missed calls from her actually.

Meh, probably asking where I was.

Throwing my phone onto the dash board, I switched on the engine and tore out the drive way. Esme better not drive home and see me drive this fast – she can be scary when angry.

Thankfully, I made it to school without any sighting from the mother. Except Ms Cope caught me sneaking into school and asked for an explanation for yesterday and this morning.

"Er… I was, uh… ill yesterday and had to go home and I slept in this morning." Not far from the truth – only a little white lie.

"Okay, because of this morning's disturbances I'll let it go for now…" She shot me a stern look.

What disturbance this morning?

Oh well, I'll find out sooner or later.

All the books for the first class were in my locker. I had been walking past the girls bathrooms on my way too my locker when the door opened, then someone screamed my name. It was Alice.

"Edward! Oh, my God! Where have you been?"

"Erm… at home?"

Alice couldn't stop freaking out for some reason. "I've been trying to call you! You have to get to the hospital, now!"

"What? Hospital? Why? What's wrong?"

"Bella slipped on the ice – you have to go!"

The fuck? I don't have to do shit.

"I don't have time for this, Alice."

Never, and I mean never, have I seen a look so… outraged appear on Alice's face.

"You…" She had to calm down first, "… your baby could be in potential danger and you would rather sit in a math class? I… how the hell are we related?" Alice didn't give a fuck if anyone could hear, she shouted her shit loud and clear. Her eyes grew red and watery, her tiny body shaking in, what I assumed, was anger.

"Look, I'm -."

"Don't! Don't you dare say a word to me, Edward; I've never wanted to throw a punch more than now. Don't provoke me."

"I've got to go…"

Alice didn't reply until I reached the end of the hallway. And when she did, she shouted every word.

"Yeah! Have a fun math class! I'll tell you later whether your child is alive or not!"

xxx

"Mr Cullen?"

I shook my head back into the real world. "Huh?"

My English teacher tapped his foot with a frown on his face. "Did you hear my question?"

I looked at my notebook and at the white board, trying to remember something that he might have said. "Er, no. Sorry Sir."

"Pay attention next time."

Fat chance of that happening – I haven't been able to concentrate all day.

Alice's final words rang around my head.

I'll tell you later whether your child is alive or not!

Whether your child is alive or not!

Child.

Alive.

or not.

Alive.

Or not.

Not alive.

My child.

Mine.

Not alive.

dead.

Why does this bother me? I had said I didn't want anything to do with it, why is it affecting me?

Because you love it.

No I don't! I don't love anything about it!

Alive or not…

No first cries.

No first smile.

No first laugh.

No first word – momma?... dada?

No first steps.

My throat tightened like someone had it in an iron grip.

Tears were forming.

I don't know what was happening to me.

But whatever it is, I don't like it.

Something surged through me like electricity.

The next thing I know, I've leapt from my seat, grabbing my things and running out the door.

My teacher shouted for me to come back.

But I didn't.

I didn't want to go anywhere, apart from the hospital.

I had to see Bella.

Right now.

xxx

A/N- I personally love that chapter, but, not going to lie, it was so hard for me to write. *wipes brow* *wipes tears*