AN: Sorry it took me so long to get this out.

Keep Holding on by Avril Lavinge

Disclaimer: Don't own.

Bella POV

I walked back inside to see Edward sitting on the couch, watching something. When I left he had been packing, and I hadn't been gone very long.

"Edward?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"Hey, honey. I was just taking a break," he said. Then he and his stupid, beautiful green eyes dazzled me.

"Hi," I said, and he got up and wrapped his arms around me.

"How did things go?" he asked.

"Have you ever seen Rosalie cry?" I asked. He shook his head. "Then I have no way to explain it to you."

"So when do you think it'll be fine?" I smiled.

"Tomorrow afternoon, tops," I replied.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Alice had a feeling about it, and I don't think Emmett can stay away from Rose for long." He nodded.

"Crap!" I said suddenly. Edward looked at me curiously. "Renee."

"Oh."

"I'll call them tomorrow. Let's go to bed," I said, pulling him with me.

The next morning I woke up to Edward whispering, "Bella, it's moving day," in my ear. Not that I'm complaining.

"Ugh," I grunted as I rolled over.

"I already went out and got the moving van, so we just need to load it up then unload it. With Emmett, Alice, and Jasper we'll be able to finish in no time," he said. Since my mind was slower in the morning, it took me a minute to remember why Rosalie couldn't help us load.

"'Kay," I said before getting up and going to the closet. I picked out a random outfit and showered quickly.

It had been nine o'clock when we got up, and it was four now. We were finished. So what did that leave me to do? Call my mother.

This was going to be interesting.

Alice POV

I grabbed the phone and collapsed on the couch after we were finished helping Bella and Edward move. I just had to tell Esme and Carlisle, my adoptive parents, that I was getting married. I wasn't too worried.

Jasper sat next to me, wrapping his arm around me as a sign of support. The phone rang twice before Esme picked up.

"Hi, honey!" Esme said through the phone.

"Hi, Mom." I still called her Mom, even though she really wasn't. "I have something big to tell you."

"Should I put you on speaker so Carlisle can hear you?" Why not kill two birds with one stone?

"Sure." I heard a beep than Carlisle was talking.

"Hi, Alice."

"Hi, Dad. You guys ready?"

"Yes," they said in unison. I sucked in a deep breath.

"I'm getting married."

"It was about time!" I rolled my eyes.

"Thanks, Mom."

"You know what I meant. We've known that you and Jasper would be together since we first saw you two."

"Okay. And you didn't mention this because..." I trailed off.

"We didn't want you to feel like you had to marry him. So congratulations!"

"Thanks."

"Do you mind if we drive up tomorrow?"

"No. All you heard was my news, there's a whole lot more. But since it's not mine to tell, I'll wait."

"Alright, honey. We love you."

"Love you too. Bye," I said before hanging up. "They're driving down tomorrow."

"You're going to make Rosalie tell them the news?" He knew that my parents were more like Rosalie's parents than her own. But they would take the news better than her own parents.

"Yeah. It's not my news to tell."

"Alright," he said with a sigh.

"What?"

"I have a feeling that it won't go well if she doesn't have a little help. Her emotions will get all out of control and she'll freak out before she tells them," he explained.

"Oh. Okay, I'll help a little then," I said before popping in a movie and sitting back down on the couch.

Rosalie POV

"Oh God, oh God," I said as I held the phone. Emmett sat next to me, rubbing my back. Preparing for a disaster.

"It's okay, they can't do anything," he said soothingly. I almost laughed.

"Except disinherit me," I said bitterly. He knew as well as I that they would have no problem with doing that. They wouldn't even lose any sleep.

"We'll be fine even if they do that," he said, nothing supportive. I pushed the numbers in slowly, taking deep breaths. It rang three times before my mother picked up with her usual gracefulness.

"Hello, darling," she said. Her I'm-above-you-and-you-know-it tone drove me crazy.

"Hi, Mom. I have some news for you."

"Well, could you hurry. I have some guests arriving for a dinner party soon." Of course. Dad wanted some business, so I was put second. As per usual.

"Okay. I eloped and I'm now pregnant. Bye," the words tumbled out of my mouth in a rush and I clicked the phone off as soon as I was done.

"Great tactic," Emmett said sarcastically. I was about to answer when the phone rang. That would be my father.

"Hello?" I said nervously, already holding the phone slightly away from my ear. I almost dropped the phone when he answered.

"What do you mean you eloped, young lady?! And now you're pregnant?! This is such a disgrace!" Well, apparently, pregnancy hormones kind of got to me there. Not that I wouldn't have exploded usually.

"I am not a disgrace! Just because you don't have a romantic bone in your body, and all you care about is money does not mean that I have to be that way too!"

"You do not talk to me that way. You show your elders respect."

"Well, haven't you heard of the Golden Rule? You treat others the way you want to be treated. So I'm not respecting you, because there's a snowball's chance in hell that you'll respect me or even one of my decisions!"

My mother came on the phone.

"You will show your father respect, or you will not be in this family!" I was surprised, but I covered it up with anger.

"Hm... That's a toughie... Let me think... I think I'll be out of the family."

"Suit yourself. Goodbye, Rosalie McCarty." Then the phone clicked off. I sat still for a minute, numb. Then the words hit me.

I started sobbing as if on cue. Emmett pulled me onto his lap as I cried. I had enough sense to think about how horrible this would be for him.

Bella POV

I sat on the couch, Edward sitting next to me, the phone on speaker. I dialed Charlie's number first.

"Hello?" Andrea's voice floated through the phone.

"Hi Andrea, can I talk to Dad?"

"Sure, sweetie." I heard some shuffling then my dad answered the phone.

"Hi, Dad."

"Hey, Bells. What's up?"

"Well, I just moved into a house right inside Forks."

"Really? You should've told me, I could've helped you move," he exclaimed.

"Dad, you have back and heart problems. You would've helped us move to the hospital."

"You moved in with Edward, right?" I sighed.

"Yes, Dad, I did."

"I thought so."

"Um, Dad, we're getting married," I blurted out. There was silence on the phone. Then I heard a thump and a scream.

"Charlie!" Andrea screamed, her voice muffled.

"Dad? Dad?!" I yelled into the phone. I motioned for Edward to grab the keys.

"Bella, Bella, I'm calling an ambulance. I just know something's not right... Oh my God..." Andrea panted into the phone. She spoke quickly, it was hard to pick out individual words.

"O-okay. I'll meet you there," I said, hanging up the phone.

"What happened?" Edward asked as I ran out the door, almost tripping on a box.

"Charlie. I think he had a heart attack or a stroke or something," I said before running to the car.

Edward stayed silent as I bounced in my seat on the way there. I felt horrible. It felt like moving would just keep me from being as guilty.

We got there in record time, thanks to Edward's maniac driving. The ambulance arrived the same time as we did. Andrea was stepping out, crying.

"He-he-he had a heart attack," she said as I ran up and hugged her.

"Is he okay?"

"They say he should be... but it's my fault. I know it is. I wasn't feeding him like I should've been. This could've been avoided, but we weren't careful. It's not your fault, Bella, it has nothing to do with anything you did."

"I know, I know," I said as I patted her back.

We walked inside, Edward holding my hand and my arm around Andrea.

"Do you want to know what I wanted to tell Charlie?" I asked.

"Sure," she said, wiping her eyes. I wordlessly lifted my hand up in front of her face. She gasped and squealed. Then wrapped me in a tight hug.

"This great!" she exclaimed.

"Yeah, it is," I said as Edward slid his arms around me.

"I told Charlie this would happen someday. And he just said, 'As long as it's not today... or tomorrow... or anytime soon.'" I laughed as she tried to imitate Charlie's low voice.

"I was hoping it would," I said, thinking about how much I loved Edward rather than Charlie.

AN: Drama, drama, drama. I write it, I live it. Sheesh. You'd think once I told a girl to leave me alone (with a few more cuss words) that she would back off and stop gossiping to me. Well, anyway, review!