Bella POV

I stirred in bed with the immediate feeling that something wasn't right. My stomach felt like it was full of moths, and some of them were dancing up the back of my throat, prompting me to believe that if I made any kind of sudden attempt to get out of bed, I was definitely going to be sick.

I was also surprised to see that Edward was indeed awake before me, and not only that, he was dressed and tiding up. I went to sit up but my stomach heaved so I lay back down, looking at him with one hand by my head the there on top of my abdomen trying to calm the every flying moths.

Edward appeared to be on the phone as he picked up the scattered about clothes that littered the floor of our room. It had got so bad at one stage that I had actually forgotten what colour our bedroom carpet was.

"Alice I told you I am coming in I'm just waiting for Bella to wake up..." He said and hung his jeans back up, whilst waiting for Alice to finish whatever rant she was in the middle of.

"I just said that, I'll be half an hour." He snapped and hung up before throwing his phone on the floor, curing things about his sister and how fame really should kill some people.

I knew he wasn't talking about Alice when he said that, but the people who were the lesser share holders in his record label, Edward being the majority one, the rest of them simply making Edwards life a living hell.

"Go to work." I sighed and he turned to look at me, ignoring my question completely as he came to kneel by the bed and taking my hand gently in his.

He leant forwards to kiss me gently, "How are you feeling?"

I sighed, "I just feel tired, go to work, I probably should be to." I said and went to get out of bed when Edward pushed me back down.

"Where do you think you're going?" He demanded, "I phoned Lauren to say you wouldn't be in."
I fought the urge to groan, "Why Edward she already hates me, now I'm going to be branded a skiver, thanks a lot."

He sighed and rubbed my shoulder, "You're not well no matter what you say, I would stay home with you but I have the recording studio booked and..."

I hushed him, "I'm fine, I'll probably just sleep all day away, I won't even get out of bed, I don't think I'll be eating today."

He frowned, "I'll be back at lunch, and I want you to try and keep something down then."

I groaned and rolled over to bury my face in the pillow in my hands ignoring the now angry and squashed moths in my stomach.

"Bella." Edward whispered next to my ear and his hand rubbed my lower back gently, helping to counter act the flapping in my stomach.

"What?" I mumbled stubbornly, wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep.

Edwards lips touched my hair, "I love you, go back to sleep."

I frowned and rolled onto my back to smile at him weakly.

"I love you to." I whispered and he smiled, leaning down to kiss me gently.

He pulled away to walk out of the door and down the stairs, announcing he was going to lock me in the house so I would be safe.

I almost rolled my house, the scariest thing in forks was his older brother, and he had a key to the house. I sighed; it wasn't like there were vampires living in this remote town or anything.

I sighed and went to reach for the glass of water he had left me when my stomach heaved and I climbed out of bed with my hand over my mouth.

I cursed and stumbled towards the bathroom, moving to free the moths from my stomach.

I slept on and off all day, and was about to hurl abuse at whomever it was ringing at four in the afternoon when I checked the caller ID. I sighed and put it to my ear.

"Hello Esme." I yawned.

I could almost hear my mother in law frown, "Bella you don't sound very good, are you feeling oaky?"

Well if I hadn't noticed it before I certainly would have realised then where Edward got his over protective side from.

"I'm fine, I think I've just got a cold or something, I've been trying to cram two days into one in order to get some hours off for this weekend, I don't think I'll want to work Monday after the week end Alice has planned." I laughed weakly at the end.

Esme sighed, "I remember those days when I was pregnant."

There was a pause while I gasped, "what?"

Esme's pause was even shorter, "You haven't taken a test yet, I just thought, with what Edward said yesterday, and with you feeling sick and tired and hungry... never mind, ignore me I just..."

I sat up in bed, "Do you think I might be?"

Esme swallowed and I think she nodded, "It had crossed my mind yes."

I seemed to have lost the ability of speech.

"When was your last period?" Esme asked after a few minutes of us both not speaking.

I counted backwards in my head, "About a month and a half ago."

It seemed to me as though Esme was trying to repress a squeal of delight; I myself was feeling slightly light headed.

"Do you want me to come over?" She asked.

I nodded, and then realised she couldn't see that, "Yes, and bring a test."

Esme let out a small cry of joy, "I'll be over in five... oh and Bella?"

"Yeh?" I choked out.

"I think you'd better make your way to the bathroom." She said and hung up. I just sat there in confusion for three seconds before the panic and fright rolled in my stomach and I lurched from the bed fighting the urge not to spray my fear anywhere but in the toilet.

As I gripped the sides of the bowl for the fourth time that day only one thing was fling flew my mind.

Was I pregnant, I couldn't be... could I?