A/N: Outfits:
Bella's: lazy_school_day/set?id=51578682
Edwards: edward/set?id=57651748
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I drove all night to my dad's. He was my last option before I would have to start looking for a place for myself. How do you tell your dad that you've recreated his past?
'Hey dad, funny story, I got myself pregnant over Christmas break while I was here… can I stay with you?'
Yeah. That would totally work…
I just hope that he doesn't react the same way as my mom did. But then again his baby is having a baby.
How did my life come to be this cluster fuck? Don't get me wrong, I love kids! I even want three or four, but after I'm married and have actually gone to College. That's how I had planned out my life! All in an organized list… First finish High School. Second get into a great Art school. Third find a great boyfriend that is total husband material! Next get married after we graduate College. Finally move into our house and start having kids!
Then only thing that I will have accomplished would be graduating High School. College can wait, but that's only because I have such a great job that they will be able to work around my now pregnant schedule.
I still have to find and talk to Edward too. I wish that this whole situation was different. Maybe Edward and I could have talked and tried a long distance relationship, to see where that took us. Then we could have over summer to see how we work together. Then we'd get through College and then my plan would have worked out perfectly!
I don't even know how to tell him that I'm pregnant with his child either. We talked all of an hour and he left after I fell asleep and left an asshole note for me to find in the morning!
All I know is that I want him in his kid's life, even if he doesn't want anything to do with me. I know what it's like to grow up without a father in your life, at least for a while. It's horrible that your mom has to be the one there on father daughter, mother son days in elementary school. I don't even want money from Edward, I have plenty of that to take care of myself and ten kids, but that won't be happening, ever!
When I finally reached my dad's, the lights were off and the cruiser was gone. I guess that I'd just have to wait until he got back from work and after he'd had a nap to talk to him. I took my lightest bag into the house with me just in case things went just like they did with mom.
After unlocking the front door and turning on a couple of lights, I went to the kitchen. It finally hit me that I had drove twenty-seven hours straight with only stopping for gas twice, without getting myself anything to eat. I was eating for two now, so I guess skipping out on meals wasn't going to happen anymore.
After making some easy mac and cheese I headed up to my room with my bag on my shoulder. I'd finish eating, take a shower and then go to bed. That way I was at least clean if I had to go and look for a house or apartment to stay in.
Eating made me tired, and even taking a shower took all of the energy out of my entire body. When I finally got to my bed, I fell down and was asleep before I could even hit the pillow.
Waking up in the morning was not what I expected. I heard my dad yelling on the phone and he didn't just sound upset. He sounded angry as hell. I also had a really bad headache and I was about to throw up.
I ran to the bathroom as fast as I could with my head hurting the way it did. I pulled my hair back and let everything leave my body. Even when there was nothing left in my stomach, I kept dry heaving.
Flushing the toilet, I walked over to the sink and rinsed out my mouth before taking my toothbrush and toothpaste out and brushing my teeth vigorously. I didn't want to stop brushing my teeth, or else I would have to face the music and to be completely honest, I wasn't fucking ready.
But alas it had to be done. So I go back to my room and get out of my pajamas and get dressed in to a pair of dark wash jeans, an oversized sweater, and my moccasins. I hope that my mother hadn't called. That it was just something going wrong down at the station. I had a feeling though that my mom had beaten me to the punch while I was asleep.
Going down the stairs as quietly as I could I could hear my dad pacing the floor in the living room. I peeked around the corner to see that he had stopped in front of the fireplace, looking at a picture of him and me when I was about three.
"Dad?" I said as a slowly came around the wall and into the living room.
"How could this have happened Bella? I thought that you had a better head on your shoulder." He said, still facing the picture.
"I do dad! It just happened! I didn't intend to ruin my life like this!" I said a little bit louder.
"But here we are. Having to talk about your options and what you should do against what you want to do." He finally turned around to look at me.
But I wish he hadn't. Making my dad cry wasn't what I wanted to see. I didn't want to be a disappointment to him.
"I know what I'm going to do. There is no other option. This is my fault, not the baby's. I could never do that." I said as I walked up to my dad.
"I thought that you'd say that. Did you at least talk to the guy in Phoenix that got you pregnant?" he looked me dead in the eyes.
"No." I said looking down.
"Why not? Bells he has a right and a responsibility to help you out in all of this. That kid is half his." He said.
"I know, but the father doesn't live in Phoenix, he lives here." I said quietly still looking at the ground.
There was silence for what felt like an eternity… but that couldn't last forever.
"Who is it?" my dad said with a rigid tone.
I looked up into my father's eyes, hoping to not see even more disappointment…
"Edward Cullen."
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