Milan is so amazing….there are so many amazing things to see and do!

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BPOV

Tap.

I sat up in bed, clutching my blanket around me.

Tap.

What was that? I looked around my room frantically; searching for the phantom noise.

Tap.

Again. But this time, I could tell it was coming from outside. I tiptoed to the window and pulled the curtain back a little to look out into the night. My heart racing, I pushed the window pane open and leaned forward, resting my elbows on the windowsill.

"Bella!" Edward called softly from below, holding a tight bundle in his large hands. Those hands….just the thought of what they could do to me hand me blushing. "Can you come out?" He asked; his eyes pleading.

I held up a finger to show I'd just be a moment; then closed my window and slipped on one of Edward's old tee shirts. Making sure that Charlie was fast asleep, I quietly padded down the stairs and then slipped out into the cool night air. Edward was waiting by the backdoor, his hands playing with the bundle in his hands.

"What?" I asked shortly, crossing my arms over my stomach.

"I'm sorry." Edward whispered, looking at me through his long eyelashes. "I'm so sorry, Bella. I acted so….so stupid, but I was freaking out. I mean, you're pregnant. With a baby." He was on a roll now; his eyebrows were furrowed. "If you let me make this right, I'll be better, sweetie. Please, please forgive me." He took a deep breath and his hands traveled down to my stomach, resting there.

"Edward, I can't keep this baby." I whispered, tears welling up in my eyes. "I can't be a teenage mother!" His face fell and his hands dropped from my stomach.

"You can't kill our baby," He stated; a hint of anger in his tone. "It's…it's ours, Bella. Our baby. He or she was created by us, and we're supposed to keep the baby safe. Protect it."

"Have you even thought about this" I jabbed my stomach "will lead to?" Edward raised his eyebrows at me, frowning. "Parenthood, Edward. Responsibility. Our lives will be over." He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his noise. Finally, he opened his eyes and smiled sadly.

"If you can forgive me, Bella, it's up to you." He finally whispered. "It's your choice; if you let me back in." I looked up at him, contemplating.

"I forgive you. And thank you for letting me make this decision." I leaned into his body and Edward wrapped his arms around me, burying his face in my hair.

"Thank you." Edward whispered, pecking the top of my head. "I really am sorry, Bella. For everything." We stayed like that for a moment, intertwined together. I reluctantly pulled away and sighed.

"I'm really tired." I murmured, glancing up at the house. "I'm going to Planned Parenthood tomorrow to, uh, take care of it. Do you…want to come with me?" Edward stiffened and looked down at the ground.

"I don't think so, Bella. But you could come over afterwards, if you want." He muttered, playing with the bundle in his hands again.

"That would really help." I said quietly, eyeing the package. "What is that?" I asked, gesturing to it. Edward met my eyes and shrugged, slipping the package into his pocket.

"It's nothing." He said quickly, his eyes downcast again. "I'll see you tomorrow. I love you, Bella." He pecked me on the lips and then turned away, walking to his car.

"And I love you, Edward." I called after him. "No matter what."

EPOV

She didn't want our baby. She saw it as a burden. And I had done this to her.

I sat in the living room, restlessly flipping through the pages of my English book. Bella's appointment was at 2, and she would be over around 3. I couldn't wait to see her. But I wasn't sure who would need the most comforting; me or her. Although I knew this wasn't a remotely good time for a child, I couldn't help but feel attached to my unborn child. How could Bella not feel that? People say that the mothers often feel the strongest emotions for their unborn babies, and she seemed a little reluctant to let her emotions out.

I wish I had the courage to talk her out of this. I was a coward; I hadn't had the guts to tell her that I wanted to have children with her; no matter when it happened. Now or in 20 years, I loved Bella and would love the children she and I had. But this child….this child wouldn't even be given the chance to be loved by the two of us; this child would be gone in a matter of minutes.

I had no way to stop her. If I tried, Bella would resent me and our child. She thought the baby would hold her back, and I couldn't blame her. I just had to accept that Bella had the right to decide this.

BPOV

"Isabella Swan?" The receptionist called my name and I stood nervously, wringing my hands.

I was doing this; it was for the best.

Then why couldn't I stop thinking about the baby that grew within me? Our baby; the baby Edward and I had created in that night of love and passion. That one night, that one time.

"Miss Swan?" The receptionist asked again, gesturing to the exam room. "The doctor is ready for you."

The baby. Edward's baby….I couldn't do this. I couldn't take the life of my child.

"I'm sorry, I have to go." I blurted, making a dash for the door.

"Do you want to reschedule?" She called after me, but I shook my head wildly. I couldn't do this.

Sitting in my car, with my head bent and my arms wrapped around my stomach, I realized something.

I loved this baby.

A/N: I hope you guys are liking it! So…continue? Please review!

Xoxo- Melodyella aka Mellie