** Updated as of 12-27-10**
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Chapter Six - Didn't See That One Coming
The next week was, for lack of a better word, fabulous. Edward and I got the whole house to ourselves while the rest of the Cullens went on a little 'camping trip' to give us some privacy. I wanted to stay at home. I told Edward we could take a proper honeymoon trip later on.
For the first time in forever we just got to be together. We didn't have to worry about anyone overhearing . . . anything, curfews, or impending doom, because I would be making my change very shortly. The Volturi wouldn't be a problem for much longer.
Our honeymoon wasn't what one would call typical. We did consummate our marriage on the wedding night, but never again after that. He was afraid he wouldn't be able to keep control again, because it had been very difficult, almost unbearable, the first time around.
A couple of things had gotten broken during our rendezvous; a lamp, a vase full of lush pink and white roses, the posts on our bed . . . But he never hurt me. Just like I told him he wouldn't.
Every moment we spent together that night was wonderful. Perfect. I'd never been so nervous about anything in my life, but Edward took good care of me. It's one thing to read about it, or think about it, but another thing entirely to experience it.
It was a little painful at first, but not as much as I'd feared. And a lot more intense than I'd imagined. There was no awkwardness between us. We'd wanted this for a very long time. I wanted it again, but I didn't push him. I could tell he was scared. Besides, we had forever right?
Instead I held on to the blissful memories of that night. We kissed and cuddled a lot, watched movies, ate . . . well I did anyways, and talked. We rarely got to sit down and just talk about nothing. Not since the beginning of our relationship. It was simple, wonderful, and I would cherish these days forever. I thought it would be smooth sailing from here on out because the only thing left to worry about were the Volturi, and I would be turned within the next couple of weeks anyway . . . piece of cake.
That is what I thought until the final day of honeymooning, when I woke up in a frenzy with the overwhelming urge to vomit. I got up that morning feeling lightheaded and dizzy. When I had tried to sit up the nausea hit me like a tidal wave, causing me to immediately bolt into the bathroom.
Edward was quickly by my side, smoothing back my hair with one hand, and massaging my shoulders with the other. If I wasn't so distracted I would've been completely mortified by his presence, but it was also nice that he cared to sit there with me. I could sense how extremely worried he was because he knew that I barely ever got sick.
I was by no means a vampire. My plain looks, and uncanny clumsy abilities proved as much. The only possible way I did compare was in my freakishly healthy immune system. This was something bad.
I got up to brush my teeth then slid back down to the floor exhausted. I slumped against the toilet thankful that it was over, and Edward, bless his soul, passed me a glass of water after a short moment. I sipped it slowly, testing my body as he pressed a wet towel to my forehead.
"Are you alright?"
"I should be asking you that. You are the one who had to sit and watch it after all. Sorry by the way . . . I know that was pretty gross."
"Are you seriously apologizing right now," he asked me in a way that questioned my sanity.
Without waiting for an answer, he pulled me up into his arms and walked us back over to the bed. As he laid me down one of his elbows dug into my chest.
"Ugh," I breathed in pain.
I could see the alarm shoot through him as he asked me what was wrong.
"I don't know Edward; maybe it was the fact that you just punched me in the boob!"
"What are you talking about?" He was obviously confused. "I barely touched you."
I couldn't even think about his answer before I was on my feet and running toward the bathroom again. What the heck was happening to me? I realized as I finished the second round that he hadn't followed me this time. I was partly relieved and partly worried because he never left me alone when anything was wrong with me. The worry feeling increased as I reentered the room and saw his face.
"What's wrong," my voice raised in panic. Did he know something I didn't?
He was instantly by my side. "Calm down love," he whispered in my ear. He gave a minute while my heart slowed.
"Could you do me a favor," he asked with that dazzling voice of his.
"Anything," I replied.
"I need to ask you a couple of questions. Do you think you can just answer yes or no for me?"
"Sure. " I felt uneasy about this, but what could I do? I already told him I would do anything, and I would never go back on any promise I made to him.
"Besides your sickness this morning, how else have you been feeling . . . any headaches?"
"Yeah, right now actually."
"Backaches?"
"Really bad." Everything was aching right now. I still wasn't sure where he was going with this.
An indescribable emotion marked his face as he asked the next question.
"Have you been feeling any tenderness in your . . . chest?"
I thought back to just a few minutes ago, because until then I hadn't noticed anything. I felt one trying to check it out, and regretted it right away.
"Most definitely."
For a very brief moment a flash of anger crossed his face, but was replaced by something that looked kind of like sadness, confusion, horror, and awe, all wrapped up into one. It was such an unusual expression it almost made you want to laugh. Or take a picture.
After what felt like hours of waiting I couldn't take the silence anymore.. "Edward, will you please tell me what you're thinking?"
"Hold on a minute," he replied, rubbing the palms of his hands against his eyelids. "I have one more to ask first."
"Okay . . ." I was getting impatient now.
"Please, make sure you answer me honestly."
"Don't I always?" I was hurt that he thought otherwise.
"I know you do, but no matter what . . . whether you think I'll be mad or sad, just tell me the truth."
He was waiting for me to give him the affirmative, but I was very apprehensive now, feeling the nausea coming back to me. Instead I stood there staring at him and waited.
"Besides me, you haven't been with anyone else have you?"
I could tell how much effort it took Edward to ask me that. For a moment I couldn't even breathe let alone answer him. How could he question me like that? We were married after all, and I'd shown him time and time again that no one else was of interest to me.
My eyes watered heavily as I tried to speak, as I tried to defend myself, but I couldn't seem to get anything out. So I simply answered him with a shake of my head. As fast as his vampire speed could take him, Edward was holding me to him once again. Stroking my hair, and kissing the tears from my cheeks, as he tried to calm me.
"I'm sorry Bella," he breathed against the skin on my neck. "I know you would never . . . but when I was gone . . . you and Jacob . . ."
"You would know if I had," I reassured him. But he wasn't paying much attention. He was still mumbling to himself. It was scaring me.
". . . Nothing else makes sense really . . . I don't know how this could happen, but all the signs-"
"Edward, what the hell is going on," I demanded, cutting him off. He just wasn't making any sense.
"I'm sorry Bella," he repeated again. "I didn't mean to accuse you of anything." The remorse in his voice was so heartbreaking that I felt helpless to do anything else, but forgive him. He was the love of my life after all.
"It's alright." I sat down next to him on the bed, bringing one hand to up to cup his face. "But, I don't really understand why you even asked. I mean, what does my having headaches have to do with me sleeping with someone else?"
"Bella, you really can't guess?"
I groaned as I tried to come up with something, anything, to explain the way he was acting. What did we know? Well, I'm aching all over the place, which is weird, and I'm vomiting, which could just mean a stomach bug or something. Except . . . what kind of sickness do you get that makes your breasts as sore as mine were?
I glued my eyes to his as everything began to make sense to me. He could see the change in my face and waited patiently for me to voice my conclusion out loud. Oh. My. God.
"I'm pregnant," I choked out looking questioningly to him for a confirmation.
"Carlisle is the only person, who can confirm it for sure, but I've been alive for a long time, and I've spent some of that time in the medical field. Bella, I don't know how this happened, but I'm pretty sure," he paused for a minute trying to give me a little time to soak it in. "I think you are pregnant."
The pause didn't help one bit. As soon as those last words left his mouth, I felt my consciousness start to slip away. How was I pregnant?
"Shit," I breathed. If there was ever a time for curse words it was now. Everything in my world quickly turned into a black abyss, and I could no longer see, feel, nor think.
~Bella's pregnant? WTF? Lol. Sorry I skipped over the honeymoon, but I've never written a lemon, and I'm kind of wary about it, so the wedding night was out … and the only important thing that happens during it is Bella finding out … so …
I hoped you liked it :P Please let me know. Thanks so much for reading!~
