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Those Three Words

Chapter 2 - Somehow, We'll Make It

Dinner was an eerily quiet event. After Rosalie made her dramatic exit, not much was said. He still doesn't know. How am I suppose to break it to him now? He'll worry, I'll worry, and he'll get hurt.

"Bella we need to…"

"Edward I have to…" Edward smiled a little.

"You first," he murmured.

"I'm…devastated," I admitted. "We knew this was coming, but the timing was so wrong…"

He frowned a bit. "Why?" I kept my eyes down. I heard movement, and I knew Edward was getting up and coming towards me, his food long forgotten. He kneeled in front of me, taking my hands.

"Baby, I know this is hard," he told me. "But I honestly don't see a good time for any of it. It affects us all."

"You have no idea," I whispered. With our hands still clasped together, he lifted my chin, forcing my gaze to meet his.

"Something else is bothering you," He murmured. "Tell me, Bella."

I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. How could I say this?

"Bella," he groaned. "You're killing me. Please?" He squeezed my hands sympathetically and I took a deep breath.

"We knew this was coming sooner or later," I started. "But…now? Not when…not when…not now."

"What difference does now make than any other time?" he wondered.

"I…" My bottom lip trembled. I took a shuddering breath and then let out a sob.

"Bella! It's okay…It'll be okay." he hugged me close while I cried. I shook my head.

"No it won't!" I sobbed, pulling away. "I'm pregnant! I'm pregnant, Edward, and you're going away!" He was frozen, his expression, unchanged, like I hadn't said a word. I sobbed into his chest until I felt him pull me away from the table. He half sat, half fell onto the couch and held me in his lap, like a little girl.

"My God…" I heard him whisper after a long while. I sniffed and look up at him.

"I know it's not your fault, and I know this is an something we've never been through before but Edward, I'm terrified. I've heard good stories and bad stories about this…and now I'm pregnant! How are we going to…"

"Shh," He whispered. "We'll get through this…together. I promise. We'll make it."

"How long have you known?" I felt him stiffen. "How long?" I asked again.

"A few weeks ago, I got suspicious. They always train the ones who are getting deployed the hardest. I didn't want to think that, but today, me and a few others were called into Sgt. Tillman's office. And that's when we got the papers." He shrugged. And then he looked at me. "How long have you known you were pregnant?"

"Today, right before you came home," I stated. "Rose bought the tests as soon as I told her I was late…"

"How many did you take?"

"Four."

"And they all said positive?" I nodded. "Damn," he muttered angrily under his breath. "Bella, I'm so sorry."

I shook my head. "No. This is what you've been training for. We knew it was coming sooner or later."

He stared at the deployment package on the table for a long time. I had millions of questions to ask him, but only one was dominant on my mind at the moment.

"When do you leave?" He sighed again.

"Two months." I closed my eyes.

"So soon…" I whispered. He held me tighter.

I slowly picked up the package and pulled out all the contents. Brochures, papers…more papers and brochures. I picked up a brochure that read: "Dealing With Deployment: Taking it a Step at a Time." It's like they had all kinds of suggestions for the soldiers family, and ways to cope. I sat that down. I skimmed through everything, Edward quietly holding me to him.

I finally turned to him and gave him my best smile. "I always considered you my hero. Now go out there and prove to everyone else by kicking some ass." This response obviously shocked him and, despite his previous mood, he laughed.

That night, we stayed up in bed, talking about all of our options.

"Well, we obviously need to take you to the doctor," Edward said, a small smile on his lips as he stared at my stomach. My smile was just as weak. He turned over to his side and propped himself up on his elbow.

"Yeah…" I agreed. "You, know, I was thinking. You'll be gone a year…" he looked down. "The baby won't be that much over a month old when you get back."

I didn't want to think about the 'if' scenarios right now…

"Yeah, but I'll miss so much," he whispered, his voice anguished. "I won't be there to rub your feet when they hurt, or to hold your hair when you get sick, or to hold your hand when…" he didn't finish.

"You'll be able to hold my hair when I get sick," I teased, trying to lighten the mood. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly. "Can we not worry about this until the time comes?" I asked, grabbing his hand. He played with my fingers.

"Whatever you like," he murmured, kissing my hand. "But we still have to tell everyone else. Tomorrow." I sighed and nodded.

And that wasn't going to be easy.

The next afternoon, we invited everyone over. I didn't think I'd be able to tell them; I could barely find the words to speak right now.

Rosalie gave me a hug when she and her husband, Emmett, arrived. "How are you feeling?" she whispered to me.

I shook my head slowly and shrugged. She smiled weakly. "We're here for you."

When the whole family arrived, I almost panicked. I turned to Edward.

"I can't…tell them," I said, shaking my head. He took my hand and kissed my forehead.

"I will," he murmured, leading me into the living room. Edward's father, Carlisle, was the first one to notice our expressions.

"Son? Bella? What's the matter?" Everyone looked at us.

"Well," Edward started. "We have some good news and bad news…"

"Let's hear the good news," Esme, Edward's mother, says. Edward turned to look at me. I sighed and took a deep breath. I could handle this part.

"Well, yesterday, I found out…that…" I sighed. "That I'm pregnant." Rosalie gave me an encouraging smile while Esme and Carlisle gasped, and Emmett grinned.

"That's wonderful news, Bella!" Esme gushed. "Congratulations!"

"Finally!" Em teased. "I've been waiting…" Edward chuckled and looked back at me. I gave him my encouraging smile, squeezing his hand.

"Wait…" Emmett said slowly. "What's the bad news? The baby okay?"

"Well, I'm sure he is," I told him. "I haven't been to the doctor yet. But that's not what we were talking about." Rosalie looked down.

"What's the bad news?" Carlisle asked.

"Yesterday, I also found out," Edward sighed. "That, in two months, I have to go away."

"Away?" Esme said slowly, her voice shaking. "What…you mean…?" Edward nodded.

"Yeah I'm, uh…getting deployed." Esme closed her eyes, and shook her head slowly. Carlisle stared at Edward, frowning with concern. Emmett's eyes were wide.

"Wow," Emmett muttered. "Bro, I'm so sorry." Edward nodded.

"Is that why you're not at work today?" Esme asked, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"No, um, actually, I took off today to take Bella to the doctor," he explained, squeezing my hand.

"We're here for you, both of you," Carlisle said. "We can help out with whatever you need." Carlisle looked at me. "We can help take care of you and this baby while Edward's away." I smiled.

Despite everything, I knew they would always be there for me to fall back on.

"I know," I smiled.

"Don't worry Edward," Rosalie said. "We'll take care of her. And of course, we'll skype everyday, and write letters, and send pictures…"

They each talked about how they would help. We all talked about how we would cope.

Esme looked at the clock on the wall. "Oh! You better be going," she told us. "And don't forget, I want some pictures of my grandbaby!" I chuckled and we all gave each other a hug.

The ride to the doctor was quiet, but it was a calm type of quiet. Of course, I had a lot on my mind, but I felt a sense of comfort knowing my family will be extremely supportive. Edward took my hand.

"Nervous?" He asked. I nodded, not saying anything. "We'll get through this. You heard them; they'll be with you all the time until I come home." I looked out the window.

"But you won't be," I whispered. I instantly regretted those words. It wasn't his fault.

"Just for one year," He murmured. "And then I'll be with you and the baby forever and always when I come back." I turned to look at him.

"You can never be so sure of the future," I told him, my voice shaky. "If…if I lose you, I'll…"

"Bella," he said simply. "You need to stop worrying. I was trained for this. I can do this. I just need your support, just like you need mine." I sighed and nodded.

He's right. We could do this.

Some way, somehow, we'll make it.


A/N: Alright guys, here's another chapter for you! Next chapter should be up tomorrow, and it'll start off with the doctor's appointment! Leave me your thoughts below; even if you hated it!