A/N- Hello awesome readers. I just want to clarify something before we start this chapter. I didn't intend to make it seem like Bella was purposely trying to hide her pregnancy from Edward- she wasn't. She just knew it wasn't the right place or time to make that kind of announcement. She only just found out herself, so she's not really leaving Edward in the dark. In fact, she's going to tell him right now ;)

Thank you all so much for the lovely reviews!

Chapter 4- "Week 8 Part 2"

As soon as the cake cutting ceremony was over, I pulled Alice aside to a more quiet corner. She frowned at me as I explained my predicament to her.

"She passed out?" she said, her eyes widening in concern. "That's why she left?"

"Yeah. I'm really sorry that I have to leave early," I said. The sad look on Alice's face was making my heart hurt. "But everything was beautiful, you're beautiful, and I love you so much. Will you call me when you guys get to Bermuda?"

"Of course," she said, wrapping her little arms around me. "I'll call tomorrow morning actually, to check on Bella."

"Sounds good," I said, kissing the crown of her head. Her veil, along with her shoes had long come off, barely a half-hour into the party. Jasper approached us then, and I shook his hand. He promised me that he would take care of my sister and I had no doubt about his sincerity.

On the way to the exit, I was stopped several times by guests gushing about how beautiful the ceremony was. Most of them were inebriated, and I was becoming increasingly frustrated trying to excuse myself politely and being ignored.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I finally made it to the elevator lobby. The ride up to our suite felt like it took hours, the elevator stopping on every floor as people came in and out. I tapped my fingers on the elevator wall impatiently as I waited.

Finally the elevator came to a stop on our floor, and with quickened steps I made it down the hall to our suite. When I pushed the door in, I found Charlie and Sue sitting curled up on the sofa of the main room watching a movie. Charlie turned off the television instantly when he saw me.

"Hey Edward. She's in your room. She's feeling a little better, but wanted to sleep for a while. She told me to have you wake her up when you got back."

"Thanks, Charlie," I said. "I appreciate you guys staying with her."

Charlie chuckled. "She's my daughter, Edward. It's not like you had to beg me. I would do anything for you guys; you know that. Besides, we're not really wedding people. It was a good excuse to get out of there," Charlie must have noticed my anxious fidgeting, because he got to his feet and pulled Sue up with him. "We'll just give you guys some privacy. Have a good night."

"Did you want to stay and watch the movie?" I asked. I really didn't want them to stay, but I felt like it was polite to offer.

"Nah, it's just on cable. We'll finish it in our room."

Before they left, I promised I would call them in the morning and let them know if Bella was up for breakfast.

I padded over to our room quietly, not wanting to startle her awake if she was sleeping. I was a little surprised and worried, to find that she wasn't sleeping, though. She was lying in a tight little ball in the middle of the bed, the bedside lamps both on.

"Hey, baby," I said softly, sitting down next to her. She had changed into pajamas and washed her face. Her cheeks were still stained with fresh tears though, her eyes bloodshot and red rimmed. "Have you been crying?" I asked, and kissed her cheek gently.

"Yes," she sniffled.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Yes," she answered, but didn't continue.

"Okay… so talk?" I asked helplessly. I needed desperately for her to talk to me, and I knew that her one-word answers would eventually drive me insane.

"I don't want you to be mad," she said so softly I had to really focus to hear her. I couldn't believe that whatever she had to tell me, whatever made her panic, was so bad that she thought I would be mad at her. I couldn't even fathom what could be causing her this much anxiety.

"Why do you think I would be mad?" I asked carefully.

"Because something happened. Something you don't want."

"Just let it out, Bella," I said gently. "You'll feel better when you do."

She sat up suddenly, and I could tell the motion made her dizzy. Her hand flew to her forehead and she closed her eyes tightly. After a minute, I reached a finger under her chin and dipped her head up to look at me, and she opened her eyes slowly. I could see plainly the fear and sadness in her eyes as she tried to look away.

"Bella, please?" I whispered, staring at her intently. "What's going on, baby? I'm so worried about you right now."

"I'm pregnant," she choked out, as her tears started to flow once more. Her words then began to come quickly. "I'm so sorry! I didn't… I didn't mean to. I don't know how it happened." By the time she was finished talking, she was gasping for air, and I worried that she would pass out again.

"Shh, it's okay," I said, pulling her tightly against me as she continued to cry. "I'm not mad. I'm not mad," I murmured over and over until she calmed down. Only after her sobbing subsided did I really take a moment to process.

Pregnant? The news was certainly unexpected, but also not awful. Of course Bella and I decided when we were first married that maybe having children wasn't the best option for us. On the other hand, it wasn't a nightmare either. I always wanted to have children someday, but Bella was and would always be my first priority. My only concern was the emotional turmoil a pregnancy could cause to someone as fragile as Bella was.

I hated to see my wife in any kind of distress, and as we sat together, with me holding her in my arms as she sobbed, I felt utterly helpless. My heart ached for her now, and I couldn't even find the words to say to make her fear and pain go away. I just sat rocking her gently as she spilled her tears out onto my chest.

After a seemingly endless flow of emotion, I heard her sniffle once, and then she pulled back from me a bit. She looked up at me with her terrified brown eyes, and I brushed a few remaining tears from her cheeks.

"Bella, why did you think I would be mad at you, baby? How could you think that?"

"Because you don't want children. You told me that," she said sadly, looking down at her hands.

"Hey," I said, turning her towards me a bit. "I never said that I didn't want children. I only said that I worried about the stress a pregnancy would cause you. But this isn't so bad, is it? We'll get through it. I could never be mad at you, Bella, especially not for this."

"I didn't mean to get pregnant," she sniffled.

"Baby, it's not your fault. It takes two to make a baby, remember? Birth control isn't always a hundred percent effective. We both knew that when you started taking it."

She just nodded sadly.

"Look. Maybe this isn't how we planned it, but this is happening whether we're ready or not. It's going to be okay. We just need to keep supporting each other, and it will be okay. I promise." I looked deeply into her eyes to make sure she was understanding what I was saying- that I absolutely wasn't mad, and that we would get through this, together.

"Thank you," she whispered, scooting closer and back into my arms. She buried her face into my shoulder again and I wrapped my arms around her once more.

"Are you absolutely sure you're pregnant?" I asked her.

"Pretty sure," Bella answered. I heard no evidence of doubt in her voice. "I took a pregnancy test and it was positive. I'm pretty sure my period is late too, but I'd have to check the calendar at home."

"Okay. Well we'll see if we can get an appointment for you on Monday," I said. I realized I had one more burning question I needed to ask before we turned in for the night. I could tell that Bella was still exhausted. "Bella, how long have you known about this?"

"I just found out during dinner tonight. On the way to the bathroom, I told Rosalie I wasn't feeling well, and she told me I might be pregnant. I'm pretty sure she was just joking, and she was kind of drunk too, but I couldn't relax until I took a test. I didn't expect it to be positive."

"You keep a test in your purse?" I asked confused.

"It's a long story, trust me," Bella said quickly. "But no, I don't routinely carry one."

I decided to let the pregnancy test subject drop. Something in her voice told me that I probably didn't want to know why she had it. "Why don't we go to sleep and then we can talk- really talk- in the morning?" I suggested.

"That sounds good," she said with a small yawn. "I'm exhausted."

I changed out of my suit as quickly as I could and used the bathroom. By the time I was done and crawling into bed, Bella was already asleep. She was snoring softly and laying diagonally across both sides. Without the heart to wake her, I crawled in beside her as best I could, and tried to get comfortable.

Trying to sleep was a wasted effort. My head spun throughout the night with images of Bella a few months from now, round with my child. In every image that forced it's way into my mind, she was glowing and happy, so much like I wished she could be now.

Instead, my angel was terrified, plagued with nightmares, and thrashing in her sleep. I think I heard her say several times throughout the night "Not like you," but I wasn't quite sure that's what I was hearing. Whatever she was saying, she kept repeating it over and over, all throughout the night. It was as if she was having the same nightmare over and over. Each time I heard her mumble the phrase, I would wake her gently and whisper to her that I loved her and she was okay. She fell right back asleep every time.

Bella had nightmares on and off for years. Much of the time, she never remembered what they were about, only that she had them. These dreams she was having were fairly mild in comparison to some others I had witnessed over the years- ones that resulted with her screaming herself awake, and then being too afraid to fall asleep again.

I didn't sleep much at all that night. I just sat and watched her sleep. Occasionally my hand would ghost over her flat abdomen, in absolute amazement that she was growing a baby- our baby. The more I thought of the life inside her, the happier and more hopeful I became. I was excited for the prospect of starting our own family. I just wished Bella could be happy too.

It was a shock for her to discover she was pregnant. She hadn't had a lot of time to process it yet. I hoped that maybe after a day or two she might feel some amount of joy.

I managed to drift off in the early morning hours, only to be awoken by the sound of Bella retching in the bathroom again. Startled by the noise, I jumped to my feet and ran in after her, quickly pulling her hair back for her as she finished. I rubbed her back gently until she got it all out, and finally she relaxed back against me. She was panting and sweaty, and I wished I could take this from her. It wasn't fair to her that she had to go through all the symptoms herself, and I vowed right then that I would do whatever it took to make sure she was as comfortable as possible, even during the worst times.

"I hate throwing up," she muttered, as she rose unsteadily to her feet.

"I know," I murmured. I waited while she rinsed her mouth and brushed her teeth, and then guided her back to bed. "How are you feeling now?" I asked, after we were settled once more.

"Better, I think. I'm actually kind of hungry."

"Charlie wanted to know if we would have breakfast with him and Sue, if you're up for it."

"That's fine," she said. She started chewing on her lower lip, as she often did when she was concerned or thinking too hard about something. "Do you think we should tell them?"

"Maybe we should wait until after we see the doctor?" I suggested. I was pretty sure it was too soon to tell the family. We weren't even positive ourselves, though we had no real reason to doubt it. Between the positive pregnancy test and Bella's morning sickness, there really wasn't much room for doubt.

"I'm kind of worried about telling them anyway. I just… I'm not sure I'm ready for people to know. I haven't even really had time to think about it myself even. It's definitely too early. Please don't say anything?" she begged.

"I promise," I said firmly. "Not a word from me."

We showered and dressed and headed down to the restaurant inside the hotel. It was a nice day, so we sat on the attached patio. Rosalie and Emmett sat down with us a few minutes after we got there. Rosalie looked absolutely awful. Her hair was a mess and she was wearing dark sunglasses and no makeup.

"You look like hell," I said with mock politeness in my voice.

"Eat me," she muttered, flipping me the bird before laying her head down on the table. Emmett laughed loudly next to her, but stopped when Rosalie kicked him under the table and shot her a glare.

Charlie and Sue joined us right after Rosalie and Emmett, and we placed our orders and waited. I couldn't help but notice the uncomfortable silence around the table. I chanced a glance at Sue, who happened to be sitting across from me. She was looking at Bella, as if she were analyzing her, and at that moment I knew that she knew.

The test. I thought. She must have seen it when she went back to get Bella's purse. Looking at Charlie, I knew instantly that she didn't tell him anything, because he was just chatting with Emmett, clearly not seeing that anything was amiss. I breathed a sigh of relief. I knew Sue wouldn't say anything, and Bella wouldn't have to share any news until she was comfortable.

Our meals arrive, and Bella only picked at her plate. For as hungry as she claimed to be this morning, she seemed to have lost her appetite. Halfway through our meal, Bella had another round of morning sickness. It hit her so fast that she didn't even make it to the bathroom. She ended up leaning over the bushes near the patio table. I knew that she would feel embarrassed about that. I had followed her to make sure she was okay, and when she finished, she held onto my arm with an iron grip as I walked her back to her seat. Quietly in her ear, I promised her that there was nothing to be ashamed about and that nobody would know why she was throwing up. I could tell she didn't believe me. She was right to be skeptical.

"Umm… sorry about that," a very red Bella said as we sat back down at the table. "I just wasn't feeling well."

"What's wrong, Bella? Pregnant or something?" Emmett asked as he shoved a bite of pancakes into his mouth. He chuckled at his own joke, but nobody else was laughing.

Sue's fork dropped to her plate with a deafening clang. Charlie raised his head up sharply and stared at Bella with wide, almost hopeful eyes. Bella's face paled and she started hyperventilating. Her nervous reaction left no room for doubt around the table that she was, in fact, pregnant.

I guess the cat was out of the bag.

A/N What are you thinking so far? Love it? Hate it? Please review and let me know! Next chapter should be out mid-week sometime.