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Chapter 4: Who did what?

EDWARD

I took her back to my place after we ate and pulled her right into my room. She knew I knew something was wrong, and I was trying to give her time to tell me. I started undressing her and lay her back on the bed. I loved on her lips and neck, before I hit my titties. When I moved down to her tummy, I paused. I realized right under my lips was my baby. I kissed it, just trying to figure out how to deal with this mess. Her fingers were running through my hair, and when I looked up, her eyes were glistening.

I leaned up, kissing them, before I kissed her lips again.

She took a deep breath and asked, "Edward, how do you feel about children?"

I knew exactly why she was asking, and I would give her a positive response, because whatever she decided, it would not be because of me. A small part of me didn't want her to get an abortion, even if our lives would go to shit. I thought a kid with her would be cute, it had to be with her as a mommy. I leaned down, kissing her lips. "I love kids." I moved to her neck. "How do you feel about them?"

"Um, they're good…" She didn't sound sure of herself.

"You'd make cute babies," I whispered against her lips and claimed them again. We kissed for a while longer, but I could tell she was distracted. I lay back and pulled her against my side, kissing the top of her head, waiting for her to open up.

We were silent for a while, until she said my name, "Edward?"

"Yeah?"

"I…I'm…" I was hoping she'd have the courage to tell me, because if she did, then she most likely had decided against having an abortion to avoid telling me. She tucked her head down in my side, "Nothing."

I had to do something to encourage her. "Anytime you're ready, baby, I'm here. There's nothing you could say that'll change the way I feel about you."

Her grip had tightened on me, and I heard her sniffle.

She had to know she could tell me. I was dying for her to tell me. I tipped her chin up and looked her right in the eyes. "Just tell me, sweetheart. Don't torture yourself." I kissed the side of her mouth in encouragement.

"It would change the way you feel about me."

I startled her, when I pinned her underneath me. I kissed her neck several times. "Try me, just trust what I feel for you is real and tell me."

"What is it you feel for me?"

I grinned widely. I wasn't sure myself. I hadn't admitted to love yet. "It's something big, undeniable and unchangeable. Now tell me."

"You're going to hate me." She covered her face.

"No, I won't. I can't."

"Yes, you can, because you'll think I've done something I haven't, and I can't even explain it myself. It can't be. It just can't!" She was getting hysterical.

I sat against the headboard and pulled her into my lap. "Hey, I've got you. How 'bout this, I'll guess things. I want you to know, though, what I guess will not upset me if I've guessed right." My plan was genius. I just hoped it worked.

"Okay."

"Good, now were getting somewhere." I pushed the hair out of her face, so I could look in her eyes. "You have cancer." She shook her head no. "You need an organ transplant." No again. "You have a drug problem." No once more. "You have an angry ex who wants to kill me." She shook her head no, and I laughed. "Have you met Jake? Please, that one was right, but I'll guess some more. You have an STD." Her eyes watered, and she knew I was getting close. She shook her head no, but tried to look away. I wouldn't let her. "You're pregnant."

She gulped hard, her eyes watering more. I leaned down and kissed her. "Did I guess right?"

She sucked in a deep breath and nodded yes.

I hugged her tighter. "Okay." I honestly didn't know what else to say. At least now she knew she had me, and she could make her own choice. She cried herself to sleep, and I sat awake, wondering what the hell I'd gotten myself into. I had done this to her. This was in no way her fault. Whatever struggles she went through, however she chose to deal with it, it would be my fault. Its affecting her life, changing things, was all on me.

I looked down at her, thinking about how sweet and innocent she was. She didn't sleep around with anyone. I'd heard her tell Angela that she didn't even go to parties. She was obviously serious about her education, and I had just thrown a wrench into it. Even if she did get an abortion, I'd heard it messed up a girl's head and possibly their insides. That damn health class had made a lasting impression. That was back when I had been kid and thought I would never have to deal with anything like this. I thought I would never do anything this stupid. Well, I was obviously wrong.

She looked so small in my arms. We had been dating for almost three months, and she'd suspected that I wanted to take her out of town, so she was going to do the responsible thing and get on birth control, so this wouldn't happen. I was the irresponsible one. I was the one who hadn't been safe.

If she didn't want to abort it, I wondered if she would give it up for adoption. Would she be able to do that? If she stayed pregnant, how in the hell would she tell her family? How would I tell mine? Even if she gave it up for adoption, we would have to deal with it all through her pregnancy. I should call it my pregnancy, since I was the one who had done it.

I snuggled her closer, scared for her, for myself, and scared about the possible outcomes of her decision. I didn't even want to think about her choosing to keep the baby. It would destroy all her plans. It would mess up mine just as much, because I wouldn't be able to let her do this on her own.

I squeezed her tighter, sort of hoping she would wake up and tell me what she wanted to do. I just wanted to get it over with and begin preparing for the aftermath of it all.

I fell asleep and dreamed about screaming babies. I was humming, trying to get them all to be quiet, but it wasn't working. They all hated me. I started singing the song my mother used to sing to me, hoping to appease them.

I felt a hard nudge, and a baby started calling my name, and then I realized it was Bella. I opened my eyes and looked down at her red-cheeked smile and bloodshot eyes. "Hey, baby, are you alright?"

"What were you dreaming about? You were singing in your sleep," she asked with a smirk.

I sat up, rubbing my face, trying to wake up. "Babies, I was putting them to sleep, or trying," I confessed, before I realized what I'd said. When I saw her face, I didn't mind the slip. She smiled widely and hugged me hard.

Dear god, she was going to keep it!

BELLA

I couldn't believe the mess I had gotten us into. The more Angela pushed, the more uncomfortable I became that she was hitting a little too close to the truth. He talked in his sleep, I sexed in mine. I didn't think it would lead to this. Well, to be honest, I hadn't been fully asleep.

That first night I had stayed over in his bed, he had been driving me nuts. The way he looked at me, like he wanted to devour me. The way his hand twitched, just itching to get inside of me. I was a mess by the time I climbed into bed, so it was no surprise to me, when I woke up to him pulling my hair. I didn't think he'd meant to do it, but that was what woke me. I was straddling his body, riding him. I didn't know how or why I had ended up in that position. It had been years since I'd had sex, so I was surprised that he was able to slip in without any prep work. He was bucking a little under me, and I was pushing down, wanting it harder. I looked up at his face to tell him we needed a condom, but his eyes were closed. I had hoped it was in ecstasy, but it soon became clear that it wasn't.

His hand was tangled in my long hair, and he was mumbling something about a castle and a pretty pony for a princess. I knew I had to do something. His hand was on my backside, pushing into me more. I was so out of practice, but insanely sensitive. I'd never heard of a guy doing this in his sleep. I realized he might not be thinking of me at all. I didn't know what he was dreaming about. It could have been Princess Leia for all I knew.

"Bella…Princess Bella," he mumbled. His hand untangled from my hair and moved down to my thigh. At least he was thinking of me. The shifting of hands was enough for me to get out of his grip and move off of him, before he could come inside me. As much as I would have loved to stay in his grasp, he didn't have a condom on, and I wasn't on birth control. For the first time in a long time, I really, really wanted to have sex. I had a feeling if he had been awake, he would've been really good at it.

I scooted back to my side of the bed, only to notice it was wet. I reached down between my legs and realized I was drenched. The dream I had been having was insanely hot and left me oddly satisfied and horny at the same time. I glanced over at him and let out a relieved sigh, he was still hard, so I was sure I'd made that mess by myself. It was embarrassing. He woke me later that night. I had been dreaming of sucking him off to return the favor of a very satisfying orgasm. I was too embarrassed to face him awake, between the sleep sexing, leaving a huge puddle in his bed, and then nearly sucking him off, I knew I had to get out of there fast.

I was stunned that he'd offered to let me sleep in his bed again, after the mess I'd left behind. Once again, I woke up riding him and stopped, before he figured it out. I didn't know if he had a girlfriend, and we still didn't have a condom. I was tempted to bring some, but I worried that me rolling one on might wake him, and he'd not want me like that. I didn't know if he'd want to have sex with me if he was awake.

He ended up waking me twice, me on the verge of sucking him, and then second time, I was full-on doing it, and it woke him up at the same time as it woke me. I tried to play it off as no big deal, but I wasn't sure how he took it. How did you say, "Sorry I attacked you in your sleep. Mind letting me ride you like that pony you so often talk about in your dreams?" It was awkward, and he was hesitant, not to mention there was no form of protection, and I had given him a big lecture on how sex sucked the last time I'd been there. I knew I'd look insane for suddenly begging for it.

The next night, he asked me on a date. I wasn't sure if it was because he felt obligated after me giving him head the night before, or if he really wanted to take me out. He looked nervous and hopeful, and when I finally agreed, his smile was huge. The thought of him and I dating filled my dreams, and I wasn't surprised when I once again woke riding him hard, with my hair being tugged. It still amazed me how easily he slipped in. I moved away faster this time. I didn't want to get caught having sex with him and him not want to go out on a date with a freak who attacked him in his sleep.

When I woke to him grabbing my shoulder, his eyes rolled back in his head, I couldn't leave him hanging. He obviously was interested in me beyond my dick sucking skills. I knew it hurt guys to get this far and not get their release. I sucked him, watching his face contort in pleasure, and I was relieved that he warned me, before he came in my mouth. He was sweet afterwards and surprisingly snuggly. I knew I had to get back to my side of the bed, or I'd wake up to riding him again. He didn't want to let me go, though, and held my hand instead. He was sweet, and I could see myself keeping him around for a long time.