Chapter 7 – SPOV

I had been surprised that my parents had responded so well to my pregnancy. I know they had been through it themselves, but still: it must be hard to see your baby becoming a mother in front of your eyes, before she's ready. I had expected them to be more understanding than most other parents though, which they were. There are all those programmes and films you watch on the television which show the parents throwing their child out of the house; disowning her or forcing her to abort the baby. I could never get rid of my Coco Bean. Alice had come up with the nickname for it after seeing the sonogram pictures.

"It looks like a bean," she'd commented after she'd removed it from the envelope before running upstairs to pin it to her wall.

Mum had only sent out the envelopes to the twins after we'd thought about it, and then had sent them to all my aunts and uncles once we'd broken the news to them over the phone. It wasn't the best way for them to find out, which was why I was going to tell my grandparents to their faces.

"Mummy, Mummy, Mummy, come upstairs now," Alice had shrieked, sounding upset.

So Mum had run up the stairs to find Alice looking distraught with the sonogram picture in one hand and a bottle of Chanel perfume in the other.

"I spilt it over it," she admitted tearfully.

Long story short, she had put it on the desk to find some blu-tac, but knocked over the perfume in the process which didn't have a lid on properly. It did dry, but then stunk of Chanel and still does causing Alice to tell us it was now a Coco Bean, and henceforth the child growing inside me was nicknamed Coco Bean.

The time for breaking it to my grandparents was fast approaching. We had invited them over for lunch today so I could tell them and pray they accepted it as well as they had their son's and daughter-in-law's. But, as usual something had to happen, and in this case it was that the lettuce for the salad had all been put in the garden by my twin sisters to feed the rabbits. Not only were my parents unimpressed that we now had to get rid of these animals, but we also now had no basis for the salad. So, I was sent out to buy some more.

The shop was relatively empty for a Saturday, but that meant I could grab what I needed quickly. However, it also meant there was a higher risk of me seeing someone I knew.

"Sana," someone called.

I froze. There were only two people that called me that, and one was at home helping to prepare the lasagne. The other, I hadn't spoken to since I shouted at him down the phone. But, I would have to face him sometime, and there's no time like the present.

"Harry," I replied coolly.

"How are you?" he asked eying my stomach warily.

"Don't worry; it's not that obvious yet, but I'm okay. Or as okay as you can be when you spend half of the day puking your guts up, and the other half eating more food," I told him.

"Right. Well, um, it was good to see you," he said and turned to go.

"Wait," I told him and he turned, "I want you to have this. In case you ever decide to let me back into your life."

I passed him the envelope I carried around in my purse with his copy of the sonogram in it. He opened it carefully and took the image out.

"It's the baby," I told him.

"Cute. It looks like you," he said, looking at it carefully.

"Well that could be taken as a compliment or a criticism, if you're implying I look like a big headed bean then that'll be the criticism," I teased.

"That's not what I meant. What I mean is it's perfect. Beautiful, just like you," he told me smiling his god like smile.

"Thank-you. I miss you, really badly and I hope you can find a way to let me into your life again," I said feeling my eyes well up.

"Don't cry please," he soothed, taking me into his arms.

"Damn hormones," I laughed, "But you have to realise that the baby is now part of the package."

"I want you back Savannah Karlie. I was stupid to ever let you go, it was just overwhelming that this baby wasn't mine, and I know if we could that we would both go back in time and change things, even if that were only the fact that I was the father but we can't. Your parents accepted Bella even though she wasn't their flesh and blood because they loved her, and I can do the same with this baby; you'll see," he told me truthfully, his eyes welling up as well.

"Even though that baby will have none of your blood running through its veins you will always be the Daddy. I'm just hoping that that man was at least half as good looking as you, because I don't want an ugly baby: no offence," I said hugging him tighter and breathing in his scent that I had missed.

"I won't let you have an ugly baby, I promise," he whispered into my hair and then he laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"The fact that we've both been brought to tears in a grocery store: now that's embarrassing."

"See, I can blame it on the hormones whilst you just look like you're crying about my lettuce," I told him before realising that I was meant to be home about five minutes ago.

"Harry, I have to go, I'm sorry but my grandparents are coming round. Call me though, and I love you," I said kissing him and grabbing my bag of lettuce.

"I love you too," he replied, "And the baby."

"Call it Coco Bean, everyone else does," I laughed before blowing him a kiss and getting into my car.

I arrived home, in much better spirits but I had to face the Spanish Inquisition from my mother as to why I took so long. Once she had the answer though, she was as delighted as I was; repeating what she's said about him just needing time.

My grandparents arrived perfectly on time as always. My grandmother had hugs, kisses and presents for all of us whilst my granddad looked on amused, before taking his turn. I was so nervous I felt sick, or maybe that was just the morning sickness. Either way, I wasn't looking forward to this, so when Alice let slip that I had something to tell them all eyes were on me. All except my mother's who were glaring at my baby sister who looked sheepishly at the floor.

"What is it Karlie darling," my Grandma asked.

"Can I, um, tell you in the living room?"

"Of course sweetheart, we'll come through."

As the four of us (my Dad came too for support) went into the living room I could hear my mother quietly telling Alice that she shouldn't have done that, and should have waited until I was ready to tell them.

I made a mental note to apologise to Alice later, as she was really doing me a favour. Without that slip of the tongue I would not have been able to break it to them. My little sister was an angel, but sometimes she didn't realise it, or act like it.

"Savannah, take a seat honey, and then you can tell us," my Grandma suggested.

"No, I want to stand up and look you in the eyes when I tell you this."

"Baby, you shouldn't be on your feet for too long though," my Dad warned.

"Dad, standing up is not going to affect me in any way: I've stood up for longer than this before."

"Emmett, just let her tell us," Grandpa told his son.

"I know this is probably not what you wanted, especially after Mum and Dad, but it wasn't my fault. Well okay, maybe it was my fault that I went to the party but I didn't know what was going to happen and as they say; the apple doesn't fall far from the tree," I explained.

"I'm going to be a great-grandmother Carlisle," Nanny said as tears filled her eyes.

"Yes, you are and I'm going to be the proudest great-grandfather in the Universe," he said hugging his wife.

"So, you're not angry?" I asked confused.

"Far from it darling. You said yourself it wasn't your fault and we could hardly be condescending after letting our son get away with it. That would be extremely hypocritical. Besides, without teenage, unplanned pregnancies we wouldn't have you here would we," my Granddad said, holding his arms out to me.

I fell into them, welcoming his warm embrace.

"We love you baby, and that baby inside of you no matter what," my Grandma whispered to me through her tears.

"Wait, I have something for you," I said and ran into the kitchen to grab their envelope.

"How was it Princess?" Mum asked as I ran through.

"Good – they're extraordinarily happy about it," I said as I ran back through.

"Told you they would be, and don't slip."

"Here," I panted putting it into Nanny's lap. "It's the sonogram picture."

"Oh, it's beautiful," she smiled through a fresh wave of tears.

"You're going to have a stunning child there Karlie; that picture looks nothing like your father did so it's guaranteed," Grandpa teased.

"That's a relief," I giggled, kissing my father's cheek.

"Come on you lot, lunch is ready," Mum called from the kitchen.

We went through to find Alice and Jess putting plates on table, whilst Mum served up the food. I looked at my sister who looked apologetically back at me. I couldn't let her blame herself any longer.

"Ali, come with me a second will you?" I asked and she nodded.

"We'll be back in a sec," I told my parents and Bella who looked questioningly at me

"I'm so sorry Karlie, I didn't mean to force you into that too early," she apologised.

"Hey, you helped me more than you know. I would never have told them without your outburst," I admitted.

"Really?" she perked up, "I was helpful?"

"Absolutely," I told her, hugging her tiny body.

"Love you Karlie."

Love you too Dilly-Dali."

We went back downstairs and found everyone seated around the table: their plates untouched. All except for Dad's which had a half eaten piece of garlic bread on it.

"Can we eat now?" Jess moaned from her seat next to Bella.

"Yes, sorry about that," I apologised, taking a seat next to my Grandma and opposite Bella.

Later, when everyone was in bed I lay there remembering the events of the day. Harry had called and promised me he would never leave us again, and how he was sorry. We'd talked for two hours and I felt happier than ever. A door creaked along the corridor and I heard footsteps. I thought it was probably someone going to the loo or to get some water, but after that I heard the sound a bag being dragged across the hall.

I slid out of bed and crept across the room, silently opening the door and peering out into the hall. The figure stepped into the moonlight with their bag and I realised it was Bella.

"Bella," I hissed and she stopped and turned to face me, "What are you doing?"

She motioned for me to go back into my room, but I shook my head: she was not going anywhere without telling me. She sighed and pushed me gently back into my room, following and shutting the door behind her.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"I need to find my parents Sana. You of all people should understand that, and with you all pregnant and everyone playing Happy Families I thought I could slip out unnoticed."

"You are part of this Happy Family, and I understand about you needing to find your parents, but let's at least talk about it with my parents first: don't you know how worried they'd get if you went missing?"

"I did think, and I would have come back after, whether my family had wanted me or not: I'd miss you, but I have to go."

"Well then I'm coming with you."

"You can't you're pregnant and-"

"Will everyone give it a rest? I'm pregnant, but I'm not incompetent," I said frustrated, "I found my parents with your help, so it's only fair that I help you in return."

"But what will your parents say?"

"They'll be glad that I didn't let you go alone, but more angry than I care to imagine. But they'll be relieved when we get back, and only after that will the angriness kick in. But I refuse to let you go alone, if this is what you've got your mind set on."

"It is, and thank-you ever so much Sana, I didn't want to go alone," she admitted.

"Let me pack and write a letter to my parents then," I told her before adding, "You do realise that I'm not the least bit happy about doing this, and I'm only doing this because I love you. I hate lying to my parents, and I'd hate to hurt them, so you're going to have to let me ring them every day or we're waiting till the morning and telling them before we leave; which I'd prefer."

"I promise you can do that, but I won't risk them saying no. So, it's now or never," she whispered before leaving me to pack.

I chucked the essentials in a bag, grabbing toiletries and all my prenatal drugs before sitting down at my desk to write my parents a letter which would hopefully prevent their hearts from being broken again by me, their daughter.


Sorry it's taken so long, but life is busy! We have loads of exams when we go back to school tomorrow, so I will try and update when I can. Thank-you, XxX