Make it Fly

Chapter 6- The Other Half of Me

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I should have been back at the recruiting station by now. Yet my ass was still firmly planted on the park bench.

Pregnant…Bella was pregnant!

I had been on this same park bench for the past hour, watching all the kids with their mothers or nannies. I knew I seemed like a fucking pedophile, but I still didn't move an inch. I watched them climb the jungle gym or slide down the slide. I watched as they squealed in happiness as the swings flew higher and higher into the air. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the happiness that was clearly evident in every child's eyes. It was simplicity that could make a child smile. It was like, "Oh! It's a rock!", Then they would giggle a bunch and run away smiling, like they had just found a hidden treasure.

Would my child be that happy? Would I be able to place a smile that wide on my kid's face?

Regardless of my parenting abilities, that baby was coming. It was going to come whether I was ready, or the more likely situation that I wasn't.

My mind had been in tangles since I found out a week ago about Bella. The night I found out, the shock had made me think I was happy— not to say that I wasn't. But as time moved on, worry crept in to mix with the happiness. Shit, could we really do this? The whole thing: have a baby, raise It, and care for it. We could really fuck up this kid's life! If things didn't work out, we didn't have a receipt where we could return it. This was a lifetime obligation. What the fuck did we know about raising a kid? I was caught between bliss and being scared shitless. I didn't know what to think.

I don't know why I thought about it like there was any way around it. Bella was having this baby; the question was if I was going to step up or not. That answer was simple: yes. I would have stepped up even if the baby wasn't mine and she had just been alone. Of course I was going to take responsibility. That didn't stop me from wondering what the fuck I was doing or from being scared shitless.

All I knew was that I was thankful the baby wasn't coming tomorrow. I had six months or so to get my shit together and figure out what to do.

Bella seemed to be handling everything fine. She went on with her life as though not much had changed. She spent a bit more time in the bathroom and slept a bit more, but other than that, she seemed normal.

Alec had come by a few days ago and cleared out all his shit. He and Bella barely spoke two words to each other. She sat in the living room, reading some book, while Alec was in what used to be their room, packing all of his things. When he was done, he stared at Bella as if he wanted to say something, but instead he dropped his key on the kitchen counter and walked out of the door. I half expected water-works from Bella once he had left, but instead she said she was relieved that it was all over. She had other things to focus on, like the pregnancy.

We hadn't told anyone yet. Bella wanted to go to the doctor first, make sure everything was in proper order before dropping this bombshell on everyone. Not only was she telling everyone that she was no longer engaged, she had to tell people that it was because she was having my kid. Tough, if you ask me. I was pretty confident that our friends wouldn't give a shit; they would probably be happy and assume we would be getting together.

Except we weren't.

I understood— really, I did. She was newly single, dealing with a breakup, hormones from the pregnancy and the realization that her life, and mine, would never be the same again. Everything in our lives was about to change. I couldn't realistically expect that we would just jump into a relationship. So… why did I hope that it would happen anyway? My only consolation was that, as she was single and being pregnant, I doubted she was going to search for anyone else now. I would be the only man in her life, and I could only hope that with time she would see what was right in front of her.

Finally, I snapped out of my thoughts and went back to the recruiting station. I really shouldn't have been late since I needed to leave early, but who the fuck cared? Today was Bella's first doctor's appointment. I wanted to be there and experience all this shit with her. Plus, I didn't want her to feel like she was alone in this, because she wasn't, at all.

When I got back to the apartment, she wasn't there. I thought that was odd, because she had said she was going to be leaving work early. I noticed that her nurse's shoes were already in the shoe organizer, so she must have already been home. The mail had already been sorted on the counter. I looked in her bedroom and the bathroom, but both were empty, yet Bella was nowhere to be found. I was about to call her cell phone when she came through the door, breathless. She was in her running gear, iPod buds still in her ears.

"I know I'm late. I took the long route home," she said, still catching her breath. "Let me just wash my face quickly and change my clothes, and then we can leave."

"What were you doing?" I asked her.

She looked at me as if I was a retard. "Running… isn't that obvious?" she asked, waving her hands up and down her body, motioning to the clothes that clearly indicated what she had been doing.

Bella had picked up running in college. She needed some sort of outlet to let out emotions and keep her occupied. Plus, it kept her in great shape. She tried to run at least three or four times a week. It shouldn't have caught me by surprise that she was running.

"Shouldn't you stop doing that?"

"Why?" she questioned as she grabbed a water bottle from the fridge.

"Uh, because you're pregnant?"

"So?"

"So? You're pregnant! Isn't that, like, unhealthy, or some shit?"

"I'm pregnant, not crippled, Edward. I can do all my normal activities, as long as I stay hydrated and eat the proper foods. I don't need to act any differently. As long as I feel up for it, I can do it. I read online that it's actually healthy to exercise and stay in shape during pregnancy. It helps for a better delivery," she told me.

"I don't know, B. Running seems pretty strenuous work; it could be unnecessary stress on the baby," I said.

"Well, Mr. Worry-wart, good thing we are going to the doctor. I'm sure she can sort this all out for us," she reasoned, grabbing an apple and heading to the bathroom to get ready to leave.

She was quiet as we began our drive out to Long Island. Bella hadn't switched her doctors since she had moved into the city all those years back. All of her doctors were still on Long Island because that was where she felt comfortable going.

I glanced over at her and saw her twiddling her fingers and pulling at her shirt; she was nervous.

"What's wrong, B?"

"Hm? Oh, nothing. I'm fine," she answered robotically.

"Come on. I've known you forever. I know when something is bothering you. Now, spill."

I saw her look at me from the corner of my eye. She took her bottom lip into her mouth and nibbled on it, another nervous habit of hers. "I'm scared, Edward. Scared of what the doctor is going to tell me, if the baby is okay. I'm scared I'm not going to be a good enough mother or that I'm going to screw up. I'm just so scared about everything. Maybe you were right about the running. What if I've already did something wrong?"

I reached over and took her hand into mine, leaving our intertwined hands resting in her lap. "Look, I was probably just overreacting. I'm sure that nothing bad could have come from a few runs. We'll ask the doctor today and we'll know. I know that it's scary. I've been freaking out since you told me, half-happy and half-scared. But at least we have each other. Whatever happens, we're in this together. We can figure out how to get by, just like we have with everything else."

"Thanks. It means a lot that you didn't, like, run in the opposite direction when I told you. I'm happy that I'm doing this with you," she told me with a smile and a light squeeze of my hand.

Once I parked, I reached over the center console and placed a kiss on her cheek. Like clockwork, her cheeks filled up with a rosy hue and her head fell in slight embarrassment. I couldn't help but laugh at her predictability. I got out of the car and went over to Bella's side to help her out and grab her hand.

"Ready?" I asked her.

"Ready as I'll ever be," she replied as we made our way into the large building.

Bella had to fill out a shitload of paper about all her information and symptoms. When her last period was, did her breasts ache, was she experiencing morning sickness, cravings, or fatigue, and a bunch of other bullshit. As I glanced around, I noticed that I was the only male in there; a few other women occupied the waiting room, some of which were visibly pregnant. I couldn't imagine having Bella go through this alone. I felt sympathy towards those other women, wondering if they were always alone.

"Do you have any family medical problems that I should add to this list?" she asked me.

I had to think, since most of my life my parents had sheltered me from knowing about any misfortune. "I don't think so. I just know that my grandmother, on my mother's side, died from breast cancer. I'll have to ask my parents if anything else runs in the family."

"All right. I'll write that down, and we can always update it next time."

Bella hopped up after that and walked toward the reception counter. She spoke briefly with the receptionist before a nurse lead her into the back where the exam rooms were. I went to get up and follow, but the nurse told me to stay put.

"She has to get examined first. Just give her a few minutes alone with the doctor, and I'll come out and get you before the show starts," the nurse said enthusiastically with a smile.

I shot Bella one last smile before I sat back down, tapping my feet against the floor. I hoped that Bella would be all right in there by herself. I really should have gone in there with her; it wasn't like I hadn't seen it all before anyway. My legs wouldn't stop bouncing up and down, and I kept fidgeting in my seat. I couldn't wait until I could be right back next to her and make sure she was okay.

After what seemed like an hour, the nurse finally came out to get me. I nearly ran into the room where she was laying down with her jeans unbuttoned and her shirt pulled up to reveal her still slim stomach, but for the first time I noticed a tiny bump. If you looked at her with her clothes on, you'd never really notice it. Now, with her bare stomach in front of me, it looked just a bit swollen. It was the most beautiful sight in the world.

"The doctor just went to look at your urinalysis. She should be right back in," the nurse informed us and left us alone.

"Everything okay?" I asked her, grabbing her hand and enclosing it in mine.

"Yeah, Edward. The doctor said that so far everything looks perfectly normal."

"What did she do?"

"The normal stuff. Listened to my heart and lungs, checked my blood pressure and then did, ya know, gynecological stuff," she said, with a blush on her cheeks.

"Okay, what now?"

"We get to see our baby," she told me with a wide smile on her face.

The doctor knocked and then came in and introduced herself to me. She informed us, as if we didn't know, that Bella was indeed pregnant and all-around healthy. Bella still needed to get blood drawn to undergo a battery of tests that were necessary. The doctor seemed confident that everything would turn out to be just fine.

"Okay, Bella, this is probably going to be cold," the doctor told her as she squirted a bluish gel onto her abdomen.

Dr. Gerandy began to move the wand-like tool across her belly, and all of a sudden a loud whooshing sound filled the room. On the screen, it just looked like a black and white mess, but somewhere in the middle of that mess, a tiny peanut-sized baby was growing.

"So, based on the date of your last period and what I see here, you're about 13 weeks pregnant. Next week, you'll be in your second trimester and start to feel a lot more normal, well aside from being pregnant. I'd say that your due date is October 26th. Congratulations!"

I kissed the top of Bella's head and stared at the screen. She had tears along the rim of her eyes and a smile that went from ear to ear.

"Where is the baby?" I asked. I knew Bella had an idea of what she was seeing, being around these monitors all the time. To me, it looked like a three-year-old's drawing with a black pen.

Both women looked and smiled at me. It was Bella who sat up slightly and pointed to the middle of the screen. Her fingers traced a tiny blob of grey-white matter. "You see that…" she said, pointing to a specific section of the ultrasound, "…the little area that seems like a big circle? That is our baby's head."

"It's so much bigger than the rest of its body! How is that normal?"

The doctor laughed at my nervous excitement. "That is entirely normal. The baby's head grows at a quicker pace. Over the next few weeks, as the organs further develop, the body length will catch up with the head and be in perfect proportion. I assure you, Edward."

"Everything looks okay, though?" Bella questioned.

"Everything looks perfectly normal. The size of the baby is within a normal range. Your uterus is a good size and everything seems in perfect placement. Now, Edward, I would like your blood to be tested for something specific to see if Bella needs a special injection toward the end of her pregnancy," the doctor informed me.

Injection? "What does my blood have anything to do with her?"

"Well, half your DNA makes up the baby. There is something called an Rh factor that is a protein on the surface of blood cells. If you two have opposite types, the baby could end up with your Rh factor rather than Bella's. If that happens, her body may fight against the baby as if it were a foreign substance. So she would need an injection to prevent that. It happens quite often, so it's nothing to worry about."

I was skeptical and worried about anything that could hurt Bella or the baby, but the doctor's assurance was all I had to go on. Bella seemed happy and was positively glowing. Her radiance was infectious, and I couldn't help but be happy, too.

"Do you two have any questions for me?" the doctor asked as she was finishing up her notes in Bella's chart.

"I have been running for a few years now, and I continued after I found out I was pregnant. Is that safe? I didn't cause any damage, did I?" Bella asked nervously.

"No. Everything looked fine. I would say that since you were already a runner and you have a healthy, low-risk pregnancy, you can continue to run like you normally would," the doctor told us.

Me, being the ever worried one now that I had two girls —well perhaps a woman and a boy to worry— about, had to ask more questions. "What things should she look out for? Is there anything she should do differently? When should she stop?"

Both ladies laughed at me again. "No need to panic, Edward. I think that Bella's body should tell her everything she needs to know. She is pretty in-tuned with her body's signals to itself. I know from speaking with her she already feels like her balance is a bit off, which is normal since it does shift during pregnancy. So she knows to prevent falling. She knows to support her body and drink the proper amount of fluids. If you do ever feel contractions—at any point, not just while running— you should call me. But other things, such as shortness of breath, dizziness or lightheadedness, should signal you to take it easy. I think that you could run up until your third trimester. You might find it too much, with the aches and pains pregnancy brings along. But I think that you'll know when to go easy with the running."

The doctor gave Bella her prenatal vitamins and advised her to get a check-up once a month during her second trimester. She told her that she needed to gain more weight, since she hadn't gained much yet, but that should be easier once she could keep more food down. Apparently, Bella should gain around thirty pounds throughout the entire pregnancy. She scoffed at that, but then the doctor went pound by pound explaining what it was needed for, and she was silenced. Otherwise, Bella should go on with her normal life and everything would be fine. We got a sonogram picture to take home with us.

As we were walking out, Bella couldn't stop asking about French fries and begging me for some Burger King. But I had an even bigger idea to ask her about.

"I'll get you whatever you want, baby. I just think we should make another stop…"

"What kind of stop?" Bella said skeptically raising an eyebrow at me.

"We're already out on Long Island…"

"Edward…. Today?" she questioned, already knowing where I was going with this conversation.

"We are going to have to tell them eventually. You're almost in your second trimester; we have a picture. Hell, my mother is already going to think that we hid this for longer and that we're probably married. You know how she is."

She took her bottom lip into her mouth and a nervous look took over her face. Reluctantly, she nodded her head, and I took off in the direction of my parents' house. I knew that this was something that had to be done.

My parents were quite understanding people, and I had always been close to them. Bella had been pretty close to them as well. Through the years of us growing up together and being attached at the hip most of the time, my parents had gotten to know Bella quite well. Bella's parents were usually absent most times. Bella's father was a retired cop; he had retired when we were close to graduating high school. Her mother was eccentric and a bit flaky. She tended to have a hobby-of-the-week and was more of a friend to Bella than a mother. When Bella graduated from high school, her parents had taken off to see the country. I don't remember the last time Bella had seen them, but I knew that she often received postcards from their latest adventure.

I was most worried about telling my mother— she had always believed that Bella and I would end up together. She constantly said how well we got along and that our relationship reminded her of my parents' relationship in its early stages. We were always accused of ignoring the chemistry that was right under our noses. I was certain that she would tell us that we had been hiding our relationship from her and that more was going on than what we told her.

Bella seemed to relax once she got her french fries and seemed to be content. I, on the other hand, was shitting a brick.

As soon as we pulled into the driveway, my mother was already making her way towards the car— to Bella's side of course. She pulled her into a hug automatically and whispered something into her ear.

"Bella, dear. I haven't seen you in such a long time. I've missed you," my mother cooed.

"I've missed you too, Esme. It's great to see you."

"So, to what do your father and I owe this visit, my son?" my mother asked me when she reached to me to pull me in for a hug.

"Bella had a doctor's appointment out here, so we figured we would stop by and visit," I explained.

"Hmm, any big news?" my mother asked, with her all-knowing look and wide smile across her face.

"Let's go inside, Mom."

Her smile only grew when I said that, assuming that our news had to do with our relationship. It did, just not in the way she thought. We followed her up the porch and into the house. I was surprised to see my father in the living room, in casual clothes, watching television. He normally was very uptight and all about work. It was unusual to see him so relaxed.

"Bella!" my father said, yet another person to greet her before me. He embraced her as if she was his daughter, and he, too, whispered something into her ear, causing Bella to smile. "Son," he said as he approached me to shake my hand. "What is this big news that your mother tells me you two have to share with us?"

My father was never one to skirt around matters; he always came right out with things.

"Well, Esme, Carlisle, Edward and I recently found out something… interesting," Bella started to say.

I moved over from the fireplace I was standing next to in order to sit beside Bella on the loveseat. My parents were sitting across from us on the other couch. I grabbed Bella's hand and gave it a tight squeeze before I spoke. "Bella is pregnant. It's mine," I said, just blurting it out. No reason to beat around the bush.

My father gasped and my mother pretended to be shocked, but she couldn't completely hide the small smirk that appeared on her face.

"But I thought you two weren't together..." my mother brought up, her smirk growing a bit wider. Like I had expected, she thought this meant we were dating.

"We're not. It was a one night thing; we were both a bit drunk," I admitted.

"Yeah, now it's just two best friends, having a baby together," Bella added.

My parents glanced at each other and then stared at us as if we both had multiple heads.

"I don't understand…" my mother said.

"I'm with your mother on this one," my father said.

"What's not to get?" I asked, a bit dumbfounded. They were old enough to know how biology worked. Alcohol plus two horny people minus a condom equal a baby in nine months. There wasn't much to really understand.

"You're not getting married?" my mother half-asked and half-stated.

"I'm sorry, Esme, but we're not. I just broke off my engagement, and added to that, I just found out I'm having a baby. Now isn't exactly the time to be starting a new relationship," Bella told my mother. She looked to me to add something, but to be honest; I didn't know what to say. I would actually love to marry Bella. I knew I had to give her the space that she needed. I knew that she was dealing with a lot of changes. But was it that crazy of an idea that she actually marries and end up with the guy that fathered her child? I didn't think it was that crazy...

"This wouldn't be a new relationship. You and Edward have practically been together since high school. It just seems like you two fight awfully hard against something that seems perfect. If a child isn't a sign from God that you two should end up together, I don't know what else is!" my mother declared, throwing her hands up into the air and stalked off to the kitchen.

My mother certainly had a flair for the dramatic

"I think what your mother is trying to say is: don't you two love each other?" my father questioned.

"Of course we do!" we stated in unison. We looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh at our perfectly timed exclamation.

Now it was my father's turn to give us the all-knowing, I'm-a-parent-so-I-know-more-than-you look, and smile. "I think you two will figure things out just fine. Let me go rein in your mother, as if I ever could..."

My father came back in shortly after with my mother and a few trays of some appetizers. My mother kept flashing Bella and I odd looks as we picked at the food, but we both, or at least I, tried to ignore them. She would get over it.

"So, when are you due, dear?" my mother asked Bella.

"October, I believe the doctor said the 26th," she replied.

"Oh my! You'll be nice and pregnant for the warm summer months. Good luck with that!" my mother told her, laughing.

"Edward, what are you going to do about the Air Force?" my father asked me.

He was the first person to bring it up. Then again, we hadn't really told anyone. But Bella and I hadn't even begun to discuss many things, especially something as touchy as the Air Force. I really hadn't thought much about it either. Did I want to continue to go through with my plans to become a pilot and get my wings? Fuck yes, I did. On the other hand, I didn't know if I could leave Bella and my child, for a year. I didn't know if I was being selfish or smart by trying to provide for my family. There were so many things to consider and I didn't even know where Bella stood on the issue.

"I don't think he knows yet. We haven't really talked about much; everything is so new and complicated. Plus, he has some time to decide. But, whatever he decides, the baby and I will be there to support him." Bella answered for me, squeezing my hand to emphasize what she had said. She smiled at me and nodded, assuring me that she meant what she said. There was no way I could ever deserve this girl; she was beyond amazing.

I didn't think there would ever be a good time to leave and spend a year away from Bella and the baby. If I left when I was originally slated to leave, then I would miss my child's birth and all the firsts that would come. If I left later and was able to experience all of that, then my kid would be more able to miss me and be able to comprehend my absence. I did not want to be an absentee parent. It seemed like there was no good time to leave.

"We will support you with whatever you decide as well, sweetheart. If you do decide to leave, we will be here to help Bella and the baby," my mother offered.

"Thanks, Mom. When we decide, you guys will be the first to know," I told her. I looked over at Bella to see her yawning and her eyes beginning to flutter. "I think that we're going to get going. Bella over here seems to be quite tired. She is normally is napping by now."

"No dinner?" my mother asked.

"No, thank you. Edward and I will grab something on the way back into the city," Bella replied.

"Nonsense. I'll pack up some dinner for you two that can be heated up when you're ready to eat. Let me go pack it up," she said and scurried off into the kitchen. My mother always was the nurturing type, needing to help and take care of everyone in her presence.

My father came up to Bella and me and placed a hand on each of our shoulders. "Most parents might be put off by their child coming in and saying they're having a baby with someone they have never really dated. That's not to say that I agree with everything you two have decided. But I am truly happy that you two are giving me a grandchild. No matter what happens between the two of you, I know that you'll both be the best parents in the world and always put the child's needs above your own. Congratulations," he told us once more and kissed Bella on the cheek.

"Thank you, Carlisle."

"Yeah, thanks Dad," I added, shaking his hand.

After my mother packed us up with almost a week's worth of food and we finally managed to break free of her hugs and kisses, we were back on the highway, finally on our way home. It felt like we'd been gone forever. Yet it was only seven at night.

"That wasn't too bad," Bella mentioned with a yawn.

"What did my parents whisper to you when we got there today?"

She giggled as she thought back to what I was asking about. "Oh, the same thing. 'Are you marrying my son yet?' And then your father told me that I was glowing, as if he could just tell I was pregnant."

"Oh, that's it?"

"Yeah, what did you think they would tell me?"

"I don't know," I replied.

"I'm glad that we did this and that I have you, Edward."

"I'm always going to be here, Bella. Always, that's never going to change, baby," I assured her. We were stuck at a light, so I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. She smiled as I leaned my forehead against the temple of her head.

"I wonder what my parents are going to say…"

"No idea," I said absentmindedly. I wasn't paying much attention to what Bella was saying. My mind was traveling at the speed of light with thoughts of Bella, the baby, the Air Force, and marriage.

With my parents, we, mainly Bella, had made it seem like marriage wasn't the least bit on the horizon. I couldn't deny that it had been on my mind, though. I wanted to do this right. Give Bella a gorgeous ring that would sparkle off her slender finger. Let her pick out a princess-style white wedding gown and get all dolled up. Pronounce my love for her in front of all our friends and family. It wouldn't just be because we were having this baby together, but because there was honestly no other woman I could see spending my life with.

Bella was perfect; from her looks to her giving personality to the sexy, sassy, quirky things she said and did. There were a billion and a half things that I loved about Bella. I'd be the luckiest guy in the world to be able to marry her.

"Edward? Are you listening to me?" she asked.

"No, I'm sorry. I was thinking about some things. What were you saying?"

"I was talking about the nursery. But maybe your thoughts are more interesting than my ideas. What has you so preoccupied?"

"Can I ask you something? Please, keep an open mind." I pleaded to her.

"Anything."

"Will you marry me?"

"Edward!" she exclaimed. She was smiling and blushing, thinking that I was joking just to embarrass her with flattery. I flashed her a look to show her I was serious and her smile dropped and her eyebrows furrowed. "You're serious?" I nodded at her. "Edward, we're not even dating! Why are we going to get married?"

"We're having a baby together, Bella! I love you and I want to be with you. Why does this have to be as complicated as you make it seem?"

"Our relationship has always been complicated, Edward. From that first time we kissed. All of your relationships have been complicated. Just because we're having a baby doesn't mean we have to get married. I'm not getting married out of some obligation you feel you have for me!" she yelled.

"I just told you I love you, and you think that I only said it because of a stupid obligation?"

"Oh, please. We always tell each other that we love one another," she scoffed. But when she turned to face me, her face turned serious. She could tell by looking at me that this time, when I told her I loved her, it wasn't a best friend love. This wasn't an "I love ya," type of thing. This was serious, L-O-V-E, his-and-hers sinks love. "Oh. Edward…"

I put my hand up without looking at her. I knew what was coming next and to be honest, I didn't want to hear another rejection from her. "I said what I said and I meant it. I don't want things to change. I want to be in your life and the baby's life, any way you'll have me. I doubt these feelings I have will change. If you decide yours do, then I'm here and I promise I will make you happy. Until then, it will be like it always is."

"Okay," was all she said.

We stayed quiet the rest of the car ride home. Bella kept her eyes straight ahead, as did I, for the most part. I couldn't help myself; I had to sneak a few glances at her. Once I was parked in the garage, Bella and I wordlessly went up into our apartment and dug into the food. It was delicious; my mother mad the best chicken parmigian. I took our dishes and had intended to start washing them right away. Bella walked out of the dining area and toward her bedroom. In the doorframe, she paused and turned to me. Her face was cast downward and she was looking up at my from beneath her full eyelashes. She was nibbling at her bottom lip and shifting her weight between her feet.

"What's wrong, B?"

"I have to ask you something," she said nervously.

"Go ahead."

"Make love to me?"

AN: So, a bit of a cliff-hanger there for the ending!

What will Edward say to her? Will he give in to his obvious temptation?

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