Warning: this story is extremely OOC for Bella. This story does on into some detail but it isn't too graphic. Not sexual at all. As romantic as it can get while still talking about crap. LOL. This is extremely gross as well. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! If you cannot handle poop and such then I suggest you exit out of this story right away.

Summary:

After munching on an assortment of nuts all afternoon Bella isn't feeling to well. Her bowels definitely confirm that. Edward takes care of her while she is sick. All night he brings her to the toilet and helps her through the pain. What happens when she is feeling better? A breakdown from embarrassment maybe? Start reading and find out!

Bella's POV

After munching on a bag of mixed cashews and peanuts all afternoon I'm definitely paying the price right now.

Here I am cuddled up to Edward while Charlie was gone for the weekend on a fishing trip. My stomach was rumbling furiously as gas churned in my stomach. I clutched my middle section hoping for the pain to ease.

"Bella?"

"Yes."

"Are you alright?" Edward whispered worry creeping into his voice.

"Yeah, just a bit of stomach pain, no big deal." I forced a smile, hoping to sound truthful.

I snuggled up closer to his cold chest inhaling his wonderful soothing scent. I felt his cool lips press the top of my head.

My stomach violently jerked and I snapped my head up. Pain stabbed at my stomach and the intense urge came over me. My bowels needed to be emptied and FAST.

"Bella?" Edward questioned, with a great amount of concern in his tone.

"Oh god, I don't feel good. I'm going to bathroom." I said, my words rushed together as I hopped off the bed and sprinted toward the door leaving behind a very worried Edward. It was on it's way out. Bolting to the bathroom, quickly closing the door but having no time to lock it. I flung the toilet seat up and ranked my pants down to my ankles. I barely had enough time to sit on the porcelain saviour before gas was rushing out and really painful oily liquid. I moaned in a great amount of pain.

"BELLA!" Edward yelled as he banged on the wooden door. I knew he heard everything, the blood drained from my face.

"Are you okay?!

"No." I croaked out.

"I'm coming in."

I was about to protest but another wave of pain stabbed at me causing me to groan. I no longer cared, I was in too much pain. Hot tears stained my cheeks. I covered my parts as the door flew open exposing Edward.

"Edward," I whimpered, "it hurts."

He looked down at me hunched over the toilet, clear pain reflecting in his golden eyes.

"Bella, what happened?"

I choked out, "Too many nuts."

I let out a small yelp as more oil made it's way out. My hands flew to my stomach, engulfed in pain.

"Oh Bella..."

I broke out into sobs.

"It hurts really bad. Make it stop." I cried.

"I'm so sorry love, I feel helpless." Edward sighed. He reached down and grabbed my clenched fist. I immediately relaxed from his touch. Edward pulled me into a small embrace. It may sound romantic but remember I'm seated on a toilet.

"I think it's finished." I whispered between cries.

"Let's get you cleaned up." Edward flushed then hoisted me off the toilet. He disappeared but in a flash he was back with a damp washcloth.

"Here, use this to clean up. Would you like me leave?" Edward asked in a gentle tone.

"No, don't leave me. Just turn around." I whimpered like a small helpless child.

He turned around while I cleaned my derriere. I yanked my pants up and washed my hands. A small sob escaped my mouth. Edward whipped around facing me and came over wrapped his arms around me while I cried into his chest ruining his shirt.

"I'm sorry, I ruined your shirt." Which only made my cry harder.

"Shhh, it's okay." Edward picked me up and carried me to my bedroom. Carefully he laid me under the covers and started to hum my lullaby.

"Don't leave please." I whispered, my voice cracking in the end.

"Never."

It didn't take long before I was sound asleep. Well that is until I was woken up from a sharp pain in my stomach. Lurching off the bed, I started towards the bathroom, but before I could take a step Edward picked me up and raced there instead. He yanked off my pj pants ad sat me on the toilet to do my business. More painful liquid rushing into the porcelain bowl. Poor Edward having to witness this.

"Edward," I grunted, "this is gross, you shouldn't have to see this. You can leav-" A sharp stab hit my stomach cutting me off as I yelped in pain.

"Of course not, I'm NOT leaving you here. It's 'in sickness and health' right?"

I nodded as tears started to make their way down my flushed cheeks.

He kissed away the tears. "Aw, don't cry love, it's okay."

I sniffed, "it hurts so bad." My bottom burned intensely. My stomach churned violently as what felt like blades stabbed me in the abdomen.

Edward sat at the edge of the bathtub beside me and gave a gentle squeeze to my hand.

Minutes later I spoke up barley audible, "It's over."

Edward came back with another washcloth leaving me to clean up again. Then shortly after he carried my back bridal style to my empty bed.

"Bella my angel, sleep."

He cradled me to his chest and kissed my forehead with his stone cold lips. I dozed off a second time.

What seemed like hours later, I awoke once again. I rubbed my upset tummy and moaned.

"Bella? Do you think I need to take you back to the washroom?" Edward questioned.

"No." I whispered.

"Bella?" His voice stern.

Tears rolled down my cheeks. "I'm too scared."

"Shh, it's okay. I will come with you."

"No, please don't make me." I pleaded sounding like a little girl.

"I'm sorry Bella, I know you have to use the toilet." With that, he gingerly picked me up and headed to the bathroom. I whimpered. He set me to my feet in front of the toilet but I made no move.

"Bella." He was completely serious. I burst into another set of tears. "I'm so afraid." I clutched my stomach barely able to stand up straight.

"I know sweetie. I wish I could take away the pain. You can do it. Please."

"Fine." I said defeated. Fear ate me up, I stayed frozen. Edward sighed and tugged at my pants then lifted me onto the seat.

"Please Bella. Do it for me."

My heart melted, I couldn't say no to him. I barely had to push before it all came out into the bowl. The pain was less than before, so I figured I was almost over this. But still I moaned as tears overflowed from my red puffy eyes.

"Shhh, it's okay. It's going to be over soon. I'm sorry Bella." Pain was clear in his topaz eyes.

The pain dulled and the period of time on the toilet was much less. My eyelids drooped slightly as they became heavy, exhaustion washed over me.

"Bella, you can sleep soon. Let's get you cleaned up first." Edward's velvety voice smooth and soothing.

After I was clean, I was lifted into the arms of my Greek god, sometime on the way to the room I fell into a deep slumber. I slept through the rest of the night with no more complications.

Sunlight spilled through curtains covering the window. My eyelids fluttered open blinded my the light. I groaned and rolled over staring up at my glorious angel.

"Morning love. How are you feeling? You had a rough night last night." He frowned slightly, sorrow relevant in his delicate features.

"Damn, I hoped that was just a nightmare."

Edward chuckled, "So does this mean you're feeling better?"

"I guess we will find out soon enough. I will be back."

I slowly got up careful not upset my already weak stomach then crossed the hall to the bathroom. Bracing myself for the worse, I carefully tugged at my bottoms bringing them to my ankles and sat on the cold seat. I swallowed and took a large gulp of air, my breathing quickening it's pace. Deep breaths Bella. Everything will be just fine.

"Bella? Are you positive that you are alright in there? Do want me to come in?" Edward called from outside the door.

Not responding right away, debating whether or not to allow him to comfort me or just tell him I was fine. No, he has seen enough, he's probably already disgusted.

"I will be fine, just wait in my room for me. I will be there shortly." I lied, hoping he would protest but instead he replied,

"Okay, remember to breath love." I could hear his light footsteps as he retreated back to my room across the hall. Not realizing till now, I was taking in short small breaths quickly.

I took a deep breath through my nose and letting it out through my dry mouth. I closed my eyes, tensed my muscles and pushed slightly.

My bowels erupted loudly, but no more excruciating stabbing pain and no more oil. It wasn't completely back to normal yet but it was on track.

Finishing shortly after I cleaned my bottom up and washed my hands under luke warm water. Sighing, I trudged back to my room.

Before I got a chance to close my bedroom door, cold arms wrapped around me.

"How did it go? I notice no tears." Edward said through a tight smile.

"Better than last night." I smiled as I took my gaze away from his beautiful face and walked over to the window. I wasn't looking at anything particularly interesting but trying to hind the prickling in my eyes as tears tugged at the corners of my eyes threatening to fall.

"Bella? Why are you crying?" Edward questioned from behind me.

I sniffed. Stupid vampire senses. He must have smelled the saltiness in my tears. A silent tear leaked from my eye sliding down my pale face. I felt a cold hand on my shoulder,

"Bella, please look at me." Edward's tone was soft and reassuring. But I continued to stare blankly through the window.

His stone cold hand cupped my wet cheek as he turned my face to look at him. I avoided his watching eyes.

"Please. Please look at me." I knew if I peeked into his liquid pools of gold, I would get lost and become a total goner.

Surrendering, I shifted my gaze to stare into his perfect face. My breath hitched as my heart melted all over again just like the first time. His complete and utter perfection. Unwillingly another tear betrayed me as it rolled down my cheek.

Edward brushed the falling tear with his thumb and began again, in his soothing tone

"Why are you crying?"

I threw my arms around him pulling him into me. I inhaled his sweet scent as a strangled sob escaped my cracked lips. Edward rubbed smooth circles on my back reassuringly. I struggled to get words out but soon gave up as my sobs became heavier. My breathing picked up as I sucked in some deep breaths hoping to calm myself. I completely soaked Edward's shirt my salty tears. Gasping for breath as tears ran down my face,

"I'm s-so-rr-y." I managed to get out between sobs.

"Bella, it's alright. Please tell me whats wrong. It hurts me to see you this way."

I was hurting him, a burst into another set of tears, I was hysterical.

Minutes later after my breakdown was coming to an end, I sniffed a few times before taking a deep breath and starting to explain,

I hi-cupped, "I ju-just I'm sorry," tears blurred my eyesight, Edward kissed them away.

"You are just so perfect and you always have to care for me. I'm not worth it, I'm just a weak frail little human. I get sick but you can't, don't you get tired of taking care of me? Besides what you say last night was gross and completely mortifying!"

"Bella! Never say such a thing again!" He yelled at me! Edward yelled at me. More tears fell at a quicker pace.

Edward's expression softened and he began once again,

"Bella, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me, you are my everything and I love you. I love every bit of you, your smile, your blush, your clumsiness and believe it or not I love taking care of you. Life would have no meaning if you were not part of it."

Cupping my cheek with his cool hand, his lips crushed against mine, but not rough, gentle and passionate. Perfect.

"I love you Isabella Marie Swan." He whispered as we broke off the kiss. His liquid gold eyes filled with lust.

"I love you Edward Anthony Masen Cullen."