Chapter 3

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Chapter 3

THE POSIBILITY OF IMPOSIBILITYS

HOW is this possible? HOW can I have a baby? THAT'S JUST NOT POSSIBLE!

I wracked my brains. I had NEVER been with ANYBODY except for Edward EVER. Not in Phoenix, not in forks. Never. There was only one possible father. Plus I am one hundred and sixty seven percent sure I've never taken lunesta.

I picked up my messenger bag and unceremoniously thrust the tests into the box. I shoved the box into the bag and left the bathroom and a mess of toilet paper and test wrappers scattered on the grimy blue tiled floor.

I raced to my trustworthy hunk of scrap metal and started the engine. The familiar groaning and grunting of the machinery calmed me a bit.

I need to get out of here, I thought drastically.

My heart raced with the speedometer as I pushed fifty on the main road. Where to go? Where to go? The mall! I just realized I was thirsty and they have milkshakes! Milk shakes are to me as young blond skuzzy ho-bags are to Hugh Heffner.

I swerved into the parking lot just in time. I nearly collided with a frumpy old woman who was chewing nonchalantly on her dentures. And of coarse the old fart had a few choice words for me and 'those damned teenaged imps'. Old bat. Just to piss her off I stared at her with a dazed look like I was young and stupid and had no idea what was going on in the world, let alone the street. I grimaced and held my churning stomach, completely forgetting about the old woman.

I need a bathroom NOW, I thought turning off the engine and swinging my legs out of the truck so fast I fell on the floor. This is in the mall parking lot Too late. I lay on the floor retching and bitterly greeting my breakfast for the second time today, only it was not as nice as this morning. Tears streamed down my face, burning trails threw my face powder. I pressed my head against the cool cement, letting the cold rain wash over me and clean the mess I had made. If only it would work with the other situation, I thought sullenly, if only. I laid there for what must have been half an hour before I realized something.

I have to get out of the rain, I could get sick. If I got sick then the baby got sick too. It was only four months old! It could die because of my stupidity, my recklessness. I got up slowly and hopelessly made my way to the mall.

I walked through Macy's in a daze, ignoring the pointed stares and mutters. I looked down at myself. I was soaked through. When I got in the car earlier I had taken my jacket off because the car was stuffy. My plain old wit t-shirt soaked all the way through to reveal my lacey pink bra. Oh joy.

I walked to a store and picked out a hoodie that was on sale. What was twenty dollars to shield myself from pervs? Feeling a bit better I walked over to the food court, noticing I was starving. I ran my hand threw my hair, surveying my choices, which goes without saying- not much. I walked up to IN UR FACE DAWG the new hotdog on a stick spin-off that advertised itself as 'the cooliest hot dog place in town dawg. Damn strait'. Not that that was helping their business. At all. I bought a large tea Breath Bella, remember coffee, bad alcohol baaddd. Caffeine baaddd I reminded myself sadly, coffee was my one addiction. I am totally and royally fucked, I thought cynically.and a Ginormo Dawg with extra everything, including canned sardines.

I sat down and people watched. A girl who was about thirteen wearing hooker shorts and an extremely low cut black shirt with entirely too much make up was making out with a boy who looked about four years her senior. Apparently the fool was 'mackin' out' as his hand was steadily traveling up her shirt. What a skuzzy asshole. Doesn't she know he only wants one thing from her? God. How depressing.

Near the garbage can a haggard looking woman looked to the point of braking. She sighed dejectedly and moved her baby to her other hip. She looked like the thirteen year old would probably in about three or four years. Did babies do that? Did they fun you ragged until you broke? I saw a drop of wetness on my shirt and realized was crying. I pulled the sleeve of my brand spanking new sweatshirt and wiped the tears from my eyes.

It wouldn't be like that, I assured myself, I have Edward.

I got up and tossed the desiccated remains of my hot dog into the bin with my finished tea. Walking out of the mall, practicing what I was going to say to Edward… gosh, he is so beautiful. How could he like me of all people? My thoughts drifted from my speech to Edward, his voice, his smell, his totally hot bod ha-ha! …

I threw my clothes to the tiled floor and turned on the shower in Edward's room, for once using his shampoo. I was trying to re create his smell.

Once I was out of the shower I trotted to the laundry room and went to Edward's green basket marked to be washed. I pulled out a pair of black boxers and a black t-shirt. I threw off the towel and pulled the boxers over my panties. I laughed out loud, almost crying it was so funny. Panties is a vile word. Still giggling I shrugged on Edward's black shirt.

I walked slowly up the stairs to our bed. Where it all went down which is to say practically nothing, omitting that night four months ago. I stopped only to pull out Edward's skeleton sweatshirt that I had rescued from the car earlier.

Snuggling deep in the covers that embraced me like the warm bosom of a caring mother I breathed in deeply. Edward's scent clung to the sheets like thousands of grains of sands. I felt safe, as if nothing could ever dare to touch me. My thoughts muddled as I fell away to a dreamless sleep.