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BETA: My BFF LynetteCullen
DISCLAIMER: I own none of the characters used in this story.
Saturday morning came quicker than I was hoping, and I really didn't feel like being bothered. I had a killer headache, I was queasy as hell and to top it off, my feet were swollen, that added together meant that I really wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone or be bothered with anything.
"Bella, Rose is here to talk to you," I heard Charlie announce from the hallway. Really? I must have not heard that right. He didn't say Rose. Unless he meant another Rose. One that didn't stab me in the back. "Honey did you hear me?" Charlie asked after I didn't say anything.
"Yeah I heard you Dad. I'll be down in a minute," I managed to get out.
"Alright," he answered.
Hearing his footsteps as he walked away, I really wanted to just roll back over and go back to sleep, but I knew that I couldn't because Charlie would just come back, so I decided against that option.
Getting out of bed would be easier said than done. I rarely got up anymore without some kind of objection from my body, whether it be a sharp pain in my back, a slight crack in my ankles or my most common problem, dizziness.
"I really don't want to go down there," I mumbled aloud. A part of me wanted to see Rose and hear what she had to say, but the other part of me, the bigger part, was angry that she even had the balls to show up at my house to talk about ANYTHING!
"It's about to be a shit storm," I mumbled, gingerly getting out of bed, but not without a that sharp, nagging pain in my lower back.
I slowly made my way downstairs, not quite sure if I wanted to turn around and go back to my room. I must have stood at the bottom of the stairs for at least five minutes. I didn't have anything to say to Rose. Not one damn thing.
I used to think that it was impossible to all of a sudden stop talking to someone that you were close to, but after state, there wasn't anything that was impossible.
When I finally stepped around the corner into the living room and saw Rose sitting on the couch, I realized that I missed this girl like crazy. Yeah we had our differences, and sometimes she annoyed the hell out of me, but she was still my friend, well at one point she was, and I knew that I could count on her, at least I could at one point.
"Hey Bella," she greeted as I sat next to her on the couch. "How are you feeling?"
"To be quite honest, I feel like hell," I answered truthfully. "My feet are a swollen and I have a killer headache."
"I'm sorry to hear that," she muttered.
We sat in silence for a few moments before I began to fidget. Just sitting here was bothering the hell out of me. I didn't just want to ask her what the hell she was here for, but the suspense was killing me.
Unable to take the silence any longer, I finally asked, "Rose what did you come here for?"
"Honestly?" she questioned.
"Honestly," I repeated.
"I just wanted to check on you," she answered timidly.
I didn't see that coming. "That's sweet. Thank you Rose." I didn't know what else to say. Though I thought it was nice of her to come and see me, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something else that Rose wanted to talk to me about. "Is that all? I hate that you came all this way just to see me for a few minutes," I said, hoping that would make her talk.
She let out a long sigh before she began, "Can I tell you the real reason why I didn't want you to sleep with Emmett at state?" She asked, looking anywhere but in my eyes.
"Yeah you can," I answered, more than a little hurt at the statement. I'd thought the reason that she wanted me to not sleep with Emmett was because she cared about me, but apparently not, since there's a REAL reason for why she didn't want me to.
"I have the biggest crush on him. I always have," she informed me.
"You didn't think that was important enough to tell me?" I questioned angrily.
"Honestly I didn't Bella," she said, finally looking me in the eye. "Why would I tell you that I liked him, when you practically drooled every time that you saw him?" She inquired, folding her arms like she always does when she's angry.
"Rose, we used to tell each other everything. I wouldn't have been upset because you liked Emmett. What kind of friend would that have made me?" I asked, my voice raising louder than I'd intended.
"You're right Bella. We did tell each other everything. Until you just upped and stopped talking to me after you fucked Emmett and Edward at state. I never stopped wanting to be your friend. You made that decision," she reminded me.
"Yeah I did make that decision, and I miss you like hell, but you aren't exactly innocent either," I started. "You said that by me doing what I did at state, it made you look like a bad friend. You only ever think of yourself Rose, and you try to mask it as concern and care," I added, quite enjoying the look that crossed her face.
"I do not only think of myself, and I can't believe that you just said that to me, after all that I've done for you," she sounded genuinely hurt, and for a minute there, I saw a look of pure dispiritedness cross her face. "I don't even know why I came here," she whispered so low that I was entirely sure that it wasn't meant for me to hear.
'I don't either,' I said to myself. "Well that's something that you should have thought about before you got here Rose."
"Yeah I guess," she agreed with a sigh. "This whole conversation was worthless," she added as she stood from the couch. "I'll see you later Bella," she said before walking right out the door before I could even utter a word.
'I knew it was going to be a shit storm,' I said inside my head.
If there's one thing that I know, it's that Rose never does anything without a reason, and this visit wasn't just to see if I was okay, or to tell me the reason that she didn't want me to sleep with Emmett, because honestly, she could have done that a long time ago. No, there's something else, and I wasn't quite sure that I even wanted to know what that reason was.
With a loud sigh, I got off the couch, and had begun the ascent to my room, when I heard Charlie's voice ring out from the kitchen, "Bella is everything alright?"
'Hell no,' I thought. "Yeah dad," I retorted.
"It didn't sound alright," he shot back. I should have known that he'd be listening in. Wait a minute. If he'd been listening, then that meant that he'd heard everything we'd said. Hadn't Rose said something about me having sex with Emmett and Edward? Would he bring it up if he did hear? "Isabella can I talk to you?" He asked, stepping around the corner into the living room. Yep, he was going to bring it up.
"Sure Dad," I replied rather dryly, making my way back over to the couch.
"I don't want you to think that I was eavesdropping on your conversation with Rose," Charlie began after he'd taken a seat next to me. "But I did happen to hear something about the state track meet," he added after a lengthy pause.
Oh shit. "And what was that?" I asked, knowing full well what the question would be, but for some reason, playing dumb was the first thing that came to my mind.
"Did Rose say that you'd slept with two guys, or was I just listening too hard?" He knew full damn well that he wasn't listening too hard, but that was Charlie for you. That man could dance around a subject like no other. "I probably heard wrong," he mumbled awkwardly.
"No Dad, you didn't hear it wrong," I confessed. "I did sleep with both Emmett and Edward at state, and to be honest, that's not the worst part of it," seeing the puzzled look on his face, I continued. "Either one of them could be the father of this baby," I finished, looking over to see Charlie's reaction.
"Who in the hell is Edward?" Charlie questioned, looking more than a little puzzled. I was about to answer when he held his hand up to silence me. "On second thought, I don't want to know," he amended. "I really don't."
The look on his face nearly broke my heart. Hell nearly, it did. I'd never seen a look like that from my father a day in my life, not even when I'd told him that I was pregnant. It was such a strong look of disappointment, that when he got up and left the room, I completely understood why.
I'd disappointed him even more than I already thought that I could. I knew that Charlie was embarrassed that I'd gotten pregnant, but he never really said anything about it because it just wasn't in his nature to be confrontational.
After beating up on myself for several minutes, I happened to glance over at the clock and see that it was 11:30. 'I still have to go to the damn doctor today,' I thought, and to make it worse, I had to go with Emmett and Edward, meaning that at some point today, I'd probably end up extremely pissed off.
As I slowly made my way back up to my room, I wondered if I could disappoint myself or anyone else any more than I already had.
Emmett didn't know why he was so nervous when he woke up this morning, but for some odd reason, he was. He wanted to know more than anything whether or not this was a boy or a girl. He wanted this baby, and he wanted Bella.
He had always kind of liked her. He'd never really been one to exactly express all of his emotions, and that had always come back to bite him in the ass, because that made people see him as a heartless, egotistical jerk.
On his drive to Edward's house, Emmett could only think of what today would entail. Would Bella make the decision of who she wanted to help rear the baby without even knowing who the father was? Who would even want to help with a baby that they knew wasn't theirs?
'I think I would,' Emmett thought. That's something that he never thought he'd say, but it was the honest truth. He didn't care if it were his baby or Edward's. He just wanted to be in this child's life, though being the child's father would be the highlight of his life.
As he pulled into Edward's driveway and saw him sitting there, it dawned on Emmett that Edward was probably having the same feelings that he was.
Edward has always been one to get upset easily and sometimes even obsess over certain things, and this was definitely something to obsess and worry over, seeing as how a baby was involved. He was probably about to have a heart attack over this.
When Edward got into the car, Emmett saw that the boy looked like he hadn't slept in days. His hair was disheveled, he had dark bags under his eyes and he just overall looked to be in a state of mental and emotional hurt.
"Hi Emmett," he grumbled, not even bothering to look over at his friend.
"Hey," Emmett mumbled back.
On the way over, there wasn't much conversation at all. There were quick comments on the weather, last night's game and the upcoming talent show at school. Not one thing about the subject of today and what was to come was even touched on.
'Gee I wonder why that never came up,' Edward said to himself with a slight chuckle.
"What's so funny?" Emmett asked, looking back and forth between Edward and the road.
"Oh nothing," he began, still chuckling. "It's just kind of funny that we're trying to have small talk, and there's obviously a bigger issue that we're avoiding," he finished, glancing over at Emmett.
"Yeah you're right Edward," he agreed. "So let's talk about it," he added. "How do you feel about going to the doctor with your maybe baby mama?" that came out way harsher than he'd intended, but oh well, it had already been said now, may as well go with it.
"I don't know how I feel to be honest," Edward answered. "I'm excited, but in the back of my mind, I can't help but think that I may be getting pumped up for nothing," he admitted, turning to look out the window.
"We both feel like that," Emmett informed him. "But I feel ten times worse because this entire situation was my fault, and we wouldn't even be having this conversation were it not for me," he added as they turned onto the street Bella lived on.
Edward wanted to disagree, but hell, it was Emmett's fault, so he didn't reply to that statement as the pulled into the Swan's driveway.
Edward's silence did not go unnoticed Emmett. 'He probably thinks he's better than me,' he thought as they made their way up the front steps of the house and knocked on the door.
"Hello boys," Charlie greeted when he opened the door, opening the door and ushering them over to the couch before leaving the room.
Both of the boys noticed that Charlie wasn't being very friendly this morning, but both just blamed it on the stress of having a pregnant teenage daughter. That couldn't be easy for anyone to go through.
When Bella came down the stairs, both Emmett and Edward knew that something wasn't right. She seemed very sad and deep in thought about something. 'Damn, we haven't even said anything. Does she think today is going to be that bad?' Emmett thought.
"Hey guys," she greeted glumly. "You ready to go?" she asked.
"Well we've got a few minutes before noon," Emmett said. "Why don't you tell us what's wrong?" he urged.
She looked conflicted. Like she wanted to tell them whatever was bothering her, but was fearing what they'd have to say. After a very deep sigh, she came over to sit between them on the couch. "He knows," she said simply.
Emmett and Edward shared questioning look before Edward asked, "Who knows what?"
"My father knows about what happened at state," she clarified, still not looking at either of them.
'Well that would explain why she's looking like that,' both of the boys thought before similar looks appeared on both of their faces. No wonder Mr. Swan hadn't been too friendly when they'd arrived. They were lucky that he'd let them in at all.
"How did he find out about it?" Emmett asked after a moment.
"Rose came over this morning and said something about it. My dad was just in the other room, so he heard everything that we said," Bella explained.
It wasn't until then that it dawned on her. That's why Rose had come over. Not to check up on her or to air dirty laundry, her sole purpose had been to make sure Charlie found out. The reason that she wanted him to know that information was still unknown, but Bella was certain that's why Rose had shown up.
"Why on Earth would she do that?" Emmett muttered. He really didn't understand her antics, but all of Rose's moves were planned, and she always seemed to be, at least, one step ahead of everyone at any given moment.
"I don't know, but I really don't want to talk about it right now," said Bella.
"Okay, well we can talk about it later, or maybe tomorrow," Edward suggested. "We do have somewhere to be."
"You're right. Let's go," Bella agreed, wanting more than anything for the rest of the day to go off without a hitch
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