Suddenly, as wet tears traveled aimlessly down my cheeks; a strong anger surged through my veins causing me to throw the pregnancy test viciously at the mirror before me. I broke down in tears, falling to the cold floor. I rested my head against the tile as my tears poured from my brown eyes. Hysteric struggled breaths came from my mouth, as the tears continued to come. I honestly could not believe this was happening. It seemed just like a dream. A terrible, sick surreal blur of a dream. But it wasn't. I was pregnant. And not only was I pregnant, but I was pregnant with Jacob's baby. Jacob Black, a man who raped on the day after I had gotten engaged. A man who used to be my best friend. A man who I had confessed hatred towards only two short weeks ago. The same day our baby was conceived. No! Not our baby. My baby. Maybe Edward and my baby… but not Jacob's baby. Never Jacob's baby. Wait, what is it that I'm saying? That I'm going to keep the baby? That Edward is going to happily play along? What?! God. More tears were coming. I had no idea what the hell I was going to do… what could I do? Get the baby aborted? Oh God. Why is everything so hard?! I continued to cry hard, hot tears in a horrible pain until I eventually cried myself into a much needed sleep.

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I wasn't dreaming. It was just peaceful darkness. Or maybe this was my dream. If it was, it was a pleasant dream. Something I needed. Calm, peace. An inactive aroma to take me away from this cruel place. A few hours ago, I would have described it as heaven, a moment that I would want to last.. But I guess these days I didn't get what I wished for by a long shot because cold hands began to shake me, almost yelling my name.

"Bella! Bella!" Edward continued screaming my name as he shook me with great panic in his voice. His behavior lead me to believe that there was a fire or emergency of some sort happening. But as my eyes flashed open, clearly panicked; all I saw was Edward's glorious face. By the lack of light, I could tell it was now dark out. "Oh, thank God!" He rejoiced loudly as he took me tight in his arms. Awkwardly, I wrapped my arms around his frame. I may have been a bit out of it, but I could swear it sounded as if he was laughing.

"Oh, my silly Bella. Why would you fall asleep on the bathroom floor?" he asked, perhaps himself; shaking his head with gentle laughter. "Bella," he continued, his voice a bit more vulnerable. "Bella, you scared me."

I should have said something like "Oh, Edward. I'm sorry. I love you." and all would be well. But in deep stupidity, I pulled myself away from him so that we were face to face. There were tears running down my cheeks already. He looked at me with worry as he began to wipe them away with his cold and gentle finger. He didn't speak though, for he could tell from the troubled look on my face that I had something to say. With a broken voice and more tears, I said "I need to tell you something."

He continued to stare at me, with questioning eyes. He nodded, as if for me to go on. But instead of saying more, I scrambled from his arms, looking for something that would say it all. For I wasn't quite sure if I could. Still on the floor, I found exactly what I was looking for under the sink. I reached for it and turning back to Edward, I noticed the puzzled look on his face. The weeping came as I realized that in a moment there would be no more confusion and he would know the truth. As my continued heavier, I handed the test to him with trembling hands. He took it with hesitance. Though, it wasn't smart, I watched his expression.

Edward took the test in his hands, studied it and his face went from confusion, to enlightenment to something that looked a bit like anger, to a shade of remorse. He placed it to the side, staring down at the bathroom floor. We were both set on that cold floor now. He refused to meet my eyes which hurt me and caused the tears to continue. After a few minutes of sitting like that, only a few feet apart, I realized I couldn't take it anymore. I was crying. He was looking to the ground concentrating and deep in thought.

"Edward… please say something," I pleaded with struggling breaths. I just wanted him to say something.. To at least look at me. I couldn't stand this silence.. Not knowing what he was thinking. "Please tell me what's on your mind.?" I continued, my voice a bit high pitched as I cried.

He looked up at me then. His eyes looked a bit more gentle yet still fierce. "Bella, what do you want me to say?" his voice was troubling too. His breath was short, though heavy. I recognized as this the way vampires cried.. Dry-weeping.

This caused more tears to come. I closed my eyes and brought my hand up to cover my eyes and wipe a few tears away. In a moment I was in his arms and as both of our weeping continued, he carried me to bed. The comfort of his arms reminded me of the love we had.. have. It's been hard these days. It feels as if with everything happening, that.. That our love may be fading. No, no. I reassured myself silently. Ours is a love people only dream of. It cannot fade.

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Now we were lying in my bed. I lay in his arms, my head resting against his chest. With great self-control I had managed to stop crying. In any moment of vulnerability, I would grab onto Edward's hand or inch myself closer to him, burying my head into his chest.

He would comfort me of course, as he always did. But I just couldn't shake the distance I feared was forming between us. I wouldn't let it… I couldn't. We needed to talk, I knew we did. For the sake of our love, we needed to have this talk. I also knew we both wanted to avoid it but if we wanted to remain together there were things that had to be said, things that had to be figured out. We needed to talk and we would.. Soon. Soon we would talk about this seriously. We would sort this out.