Hey again. So, thanks to everyone that has reviewed! And, an extra thanks for those people who actually understood the situation and didn't get mad.

Originally, I was going to replace the Author's Note with this chapter, but decided against it. Mainly because if anyone else gets confused about the situation then they can go back and read the Author's Note.

And, the reason why in the Preface, Bella didn't call herself the real mother of the baby because she thinks that Tanya is the real mother. She thinks that the baby would like Tanya more than her, and when the baby comes out, Tanya is going to be the real mother. Tanya is going to take care of the child, and even if the baby is biologically Bella's, a real mother is somebody who is there to take care of you. I mean, of course, Bella is going to be there too, but not like Tanya is.

Also, sorry if I seemed angry on the Author's Note. I'm just really tired—totally not your fault—and I didn't get any sleep the last two night. So, I was cranky then, and my teeth are aching, but luckily, I had a dentist appointment this morning, and they gave me painkillers and Antibiotics.

Tanya's car is on my profile!

Disclaimer: All character and the Twilight Saga itself belong to Stephenie Meyer. I do not own any songs in this story. I also do not own Tanya's car or Bella's truck. I only own the plot!

Chapter 3: Whispers

Soon after straightening myself out, I walked out of the room and received a pregnancy test from Dr. Clearwater. I continued on my way out of the clinic; not even waiting for the others to catch up, but I had seen Edward when I first walked out, and he still looked pretty whacked out for some odd reason.

Hearing loud footsteps and whispering behind me, I trudged to my enormous red truck. I was starting it up when Emmett got inside and sat in the front seat while Edward—still shaken up—and Jasper just climbed in the back.

I listened to the truck as it roared to life and then asked, "What are you two doing? Why are you in my truck?"

I grimaced when Tanya's hideous pink car—I don't know anything about cars, not even the names—drove by with Rosalie, Alice, and herself inside it.

Jasper chose to reply in his southern accent, "You're moving over to Edward and Tanya's house, so we thought that we'd help you get packin'."

My eyes widened and I recognized Emmett's chuckle from beside me. I spoke to Edward as I put the truck in the correct gear, then began to drive to my house, "Since when am I moving into your house?"

"Since now. Tanya and I thought it'd be more convenient for everybody," he replied, and when I looked in the rear-view mirror, I saw that he still wasn't looking at me.

"Right..," I murmured softly; then adverted my attention to driving.

While about five minutes away from my house, Emmett just now decides to turn on the radio and "My Heart" by The Perishers came on.

It's my heart you're stealing,
It's my heart you take.

I inhaled sharply as the tears threatened to overflow.

It's my heart you're dealing with,
And it's my heart you'll break.

This song reminded me so much of my relationship with Edward. I ripped my hand off of the wheel and smashed the 'off' button on the radio.

Emmett started to complain, "Hey, what the hell? Why'd you do that?"

I sighed and turned into my dirt driveway as I answered, "'Cause we're here."

"Whatever."

I rolled my eyes at his immatureness as I turned off the truck, and climbed out, slamming the door shut afterwards.

I wrapped my arms around my stomach tightly—pretty soon I wouldn't even be ableto do that because I'd be too big—and examined my old house that I've lived in since I moved to Forks.

The gutters were full of leaves; the porch was slick with rain, and the tiles of the roof were beginning to peel away. My father, Charlie, and my mother, Renee, had given this house to me as a college graduation present since they somehow afforded to buy a house in Jacksonville, Florida. Charlie had once said that he dislikes the sunlight, but I knew whatever Renee wanted, he would get it for her.

Abruptly, the front door of my house flew open, and out stepped Carlisle and Esme. I smiled as I took sight of my second pair of parents.

To summarize Carlisle would be impossible. There is just so much to him; the summary would have to go on and on. But, in the shortest of terms, Carlisle is a clever and good-looking Dartmouth Graduate whose profession is being a doctor. Very kindhearted and always straight to the point, Carlisle always treats me whenever I get injured—mostly by tripping.

Just like Carlisle, Esme is also impossible to summarize. A woman who was repeatedly there for me when my own mother wasn't, Esme is an impressive home designer whose beauty matches the buildings she creates. While not a Dartmouth Graduate, she still managed to become excessively intelligent, and find a man who loves her.

Carlisle and Esme's love for one another is undeniable. Even after twenty-five—Carlisle is forty-one and Esme is forty-three—years of marriage, their still positively in love with each other. And even though I loved them like my own parents, when I watch them, I can't help but feel jealousy pulse through my veins for having something that I don't have. But I sucked it up and kept myself together, for everyone's sake.

I jogged over to Carlisle and wrapped my arms around him as he did the same to me. When we released each other, I gave Esme a hug.

Something popped up in my mind suddenly, "How did you get into my house?"

Esme responded while hugged Emmett, Edward, and Jasper, "Well, hi to you, too, Bella. Charlie and Renee gave us a key before they moved out and gave you the house. They wanted to make sure that you were treating it properly."

She and Carlisle laughed and I blushed as everyone shuffled into the tiny house.

"Did I pass the inspection?" I tried to act confident but failed miserably.

Carlisle answered for Esme, "Sorry, but no you unfortunately didn't. Clothing was everywhere, dirty dishes were in the sink, and milk jugs were out on the counter. But we fixed all of those problems by cleaning it all up. And we brought boxes over here for your things."

I looked down at my feet as I remembered that Carlisle and Esme knew about the situation. They just didn't notice how I was hopelessly in love with their son—just like everybody else. They knew I was going to have his child so that he and Tanya could have it since she is infertile. They perceived that soon they were going to be grandparents, and they loved the thoughts of a little child or two running around again.

My head snapped back up at the sound of Edward's voice, "Dad, can I talk to you for a sec? It's really important."

"Sure, son," Carlisle replied and then he, Edward, and Emmett—I guess they wanted him to go too—walked into my kitchen to talk.

I observed Edward longingly as he sauntered down the hallway to the kitchen; I watched the muscles in his back; the movement of his legs; the flexing of his neck muscles when he moved it.

"So, Bella, think we should get started now, don't you?" I turned my head toward Jasper, but kept my eyes trained on the hallway with curiosity.

I replied with a little white lie, "Yeah...sure. I guess I'll pack up my room first. You two can start on the living room if you want."

In the corner of my eye I saw him nod his head and then take off with Esme to the living room.

When I knew that they were gone and not coming back any time soon, I let my feet carry myself down the hallway quietly, and I stopped at the entryway of the kitchen. I knew that spying was a horrible thing to do, but I couldn't bring myself to stop.

I directed my listening to the one area in particular, and listened to their conversation—which was in whispers.

Carlisle's voice came first, "Edward, calm down. It is perfectly normal to think like that about someone."

"I'm not going to calm down, Dad. She's my best friend. And I just can't think that way about her if I'm married! Hell, even if I wasn't married I shouldn't be thinking that way about her at all," Edward's soft voice whispered to him.

Emmett responded to Edward, "Dude, it's fine! Listen to Dad and calm down already. Look, just because you accidentally fantasized about Bella once while jacking off in the Sperm Bank Clinic's bathroom, doesn't mean you're going to do it again!"

My eyes nearly popped out of my eye sockets as I gasped at the new information. I blushed furiously and attempted to walk past the kitchen, but caught my foot on something causing me to fall forward. Luckily, though, I caught myself with my hands, but there was still a loud thump as I landed.

At first, I thought they had heard the bang of my body falling on the ground, and the gasp before that, but they never came out of the kitchen to investigate anything.

I let out a breath that I realized my lungs were holding as I pieced together why Edward wouldn't look at me before.

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