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I'm not awake. I'm not awake. This is just some cruel dream. I'm not awake.

I kept saying that in my head over and over again, but I couldn't wake up, no matter how many times I repeated myself. I tried to pinch my arm repeatedly but nothing happened.

I was finding myself in the middle of a forest, the tall green trees surrounding me.

My heart was racing inside my chest as I kept walking in circles through it, not finding a way out.

A cry filled the Forks – I knew it was Forks because this forest sounded surprisingly familiar – air and my legs desperately started to run, tripping with every branch or rock that was in my way.

The cry continued and I was beginning to get more and more anxious. Where is this cry coming from?

I fell when my feet suddenly stopped running. I slowly got up from the dirty ground and cleaned my ass. I lifted my head and froze. There was an opening in the middle of said forest, and right in the middle of it there was a crib.

I tilted my head to the side, curious. The crying had stopped when I fell, but I was left confused. Why was there a baby in the middle of the forest? Where are its parents?

I took an involuntary step forward. I took a couple more. I had this weird feeling. Millions of thoughts came into my head. I had to save this baby. I had to.

A wave of fright took over me when I found a cobra getting in my way, threatening to bite me if I took one step closer. I nervously glanced at the crib. This time, I was more scared.

The fact that I was lost in the forest didn't scare me. The fact that there was no way out, that was nothing. The cobra in front of me, staring at me with evil eyes was like tripping a thousand times. Not important. All of these things were nothing compared to the scene that I was living.

A figure started moving towards the crib and I was getting more anxious as the man took steps closer to the baby.

I wanted to kick myself when I understood the scene. The man was Charlie. The baby was my baby.

Desperation felt like a flood in my body and I started running in zig zag through the trees, trying to figure the way of getting closer to the crib, but that damn snake was fast. Every time I got closer to the open spaces between the trees, the snake would hiss at me, showing me its sharp teeth, like a vampire.

My baby's cry filled the air again as Charlie lifted it.

A sudden piercing sound filled the air and it wasn't my baby's crying. It was a scream.

Charlie drifted his eyesight from the baby to me as he heard me scream. He looked at me as if he didn't know that I was there. His lips twitched into an evil smile and his pupils were fire.

Another scream.

Charlie hugged the baby close to his chest and ran towards the lost forest, not before giving a nod to the giant cobra.

I screamed again as the cobra opened its mouth and snatched it in front of my face.

"Bella! Bella!" a velvet voice shook me. "Wake up!"

My eyelids flew open and I was welcomed by the familiar scenery I had left before falling asleep. Edward's room.

"It's just a nightmare, Bella. It's okay. Don't cry," Edward comforted me as I sat up and cried into his chest.

I didn't care if I stained his shirt. I just wanted to cry all my worries out.

Edward didn't speak. He was wiping my tears away with his thumbs and stroking my hair. After what felt like forever, my cries faded to sobs.

"Do you want to tell me about it?" He finally asked.

"It's Charlie. I've been having nightmares about Charlie but this was the worst," I said against his chest.

"And what did he do?" He asked again with a soft, velvet voice. I shook my head as I sat straight, sniffing and putting my hair at the back of my ear. I didn't want to talk about the dream.

"I don't want to talk about it. It's scary enough as it is, and if I'll talk about it, I think I'll freak out," I replied honestly. He took this well and he smiled as he wiped the reminder of my tears.

"Okay, well you can tell me when you're ready," he told me softly, not pushing the subject. I had been quiet for a while and he kept giving me reassuring smiles and stroking my hair.

"So, dinner's ready. You can take your time if you want. Would you like me to bring some food here?" He asked gently. I loved how he was so considerate.

"That would be nice. I look disgusting and I don't want to look bad for Esme's wonderful dinners," I told him shyly. Esme was a wonderful cook. She always made elaborate dinners and a dinner at her house made you believe that you were celebrating something. But Esme was like that, she always made fancy things out of little things and I didn't want to insult her by showing up looking horrible.

"Why don't you go take a shower while I explain to my Mom the situation? I'll be here with your food when you're done,"

"Fine," I said as I leaned in and kissed him on the lips, "you are so good to me. So thoughtful. I love you," I said against his lips. He kissed me back and smiled.

"As I love you," he replied as he got up from the bed and handed me a t-shirt and sweatpants.

I left the bedroom and decided to say 'hi' to Emmet since I didn't when I got here.

Just as I was making my way to the playroom – where Esme had said that's where he was – I overheard Edward talking to her.

"…eat in my bedroom," Edward started.

"Is there a problem, sweetie?" Esme asked softly.

"She had a nightmare and she's still shooken up about it,"

"Oh, poor thing. What was it about?"

"Bella said that Charlie was involved in it, but that's all she said to me. I think that the baby was involved in some ways because when I went to the bedroom to find out what the reason for her screaming was, she had her arms wrapped around her stomach and when she screamed again, her arms were tight around it," Edward told Esme. I hadn't realized that I had my arms around my bump. Maybe I didn't have to explain my dream to Edward after all. It sounded like he had it all figured out. Suddenly Edward's tone became sad.

"She said that these nightmares have been going for a while, but this was the worst. I mean, she stirred and talked a lot in her sleep, she would always mention Charlie, but I figured that it was because she missed him, not because she was having nightmares,"

"Well, it's normal for her to have this sort of dreams. What Charlie did was," Esme stopped as she thought of a word. I had one; fucked up. I knew that she wanted to say that so badly, but it was Esme. And Esme never cursed, not even her oldest enemy, "it was extremely wrong. Leaving her when she's about to become a Mom at such a young age. As if he didn't make that mistake too…" Esme kept talking but I could only hear the last sentence she said.

As if he didn't make that mistake too.

I was confused. Mom and Dad got married when they were 26 and had me at 27. So what did that mean?

I could hear footsteps near so I ran to Edward's bedroom and headed to the bathroom.

I turned on the water and stepped into the shower.

What had Esme meant by saying that he had made that mistake too? Did it mean that he had a kid when he was young and his Dad didn't support him? Or his family?

The hot shower going through my muscles felt good. I hadn't realized how tense I was.

The water started to turn cold so I quickly washed my hair and my body. I stepped out of the shower and dressed quickly as I hear a door close and the mouth watering smell of lasagna. Edward's grey sweatpants where floating on my legs whilst his black "Beatles" shirt was tight on me and marked my baby bump perfectly.

"Hey baby," Edward smiled as I left the bathroom and put on a pair of socks. He was holding two plates in his hands and the lasagna looked delicious.

"I feel bad for eating here and not downstairs with your family," I confessed, embarrassed.

"Don't be. Mom understands completely," he said as I sat next to him on the bed and he took a bite off his plate.

My mind was still confused to this whole Charlie thing. Edward could sense this.

"What's wrong?" He frowned with his mouth full.

"I sort of overhear you talking with Esme," I started. A surprised and nervous look took over his face, "I was on my way to greet Emmet when I heard Esme say that Charlie had made the same thing we did," I cleared, pointing to my stomach.

He chuckled nervously as he drank all of his water and looked at his hands. What's wrong with him? Does he know something I don't?

"Do you know something about this?"

"What? Me? N-n-n-n-no! Why would I? Pff," He stuttered.

"Edward…" He did know something about this. Why was he hiding this from me?

"Fine," he sighed in defeat, running his hand through his hair and pinching the bridge of his nose –something he did when he was frustrated. "Charlie may or may not had made some stupid things in his past," he started before I cut him off.

"What kind of stupid things?" I blurted out and Edward gave me a tired look, "Sorry," I apologized, blushing.

"If you don't let me speak, you'll never gonna find out. Anyway, let's say that Charlie's a hypocrite. I know he's your Dad and all, but he did go through the same thing we are going through now,"

"Oh, God," I felt sick to my stomach, "What did he do?"

"When he was 17 he had this girlfriend from La Push,"

"Yeah, Sue Clearwater," I knew Sue. She was nice. She had two kids, Leah and Seth, "Mom and Dad have been great friends until…"

"Until your Mom found out that one of Sue's kids is Charlie's?" He finished my sentence and his face fell when he saw my incredulous face.

WHAT. THE. FUCK?

Charlie had a kid with Sue Clearwater? Did that mean that Leah was my half sister, besides Rosalie?

"Bella? Are you alright, love?" Edward asked nervously snapping his fingers in front of him.

"C-C-C-Charlie did what?"

"I'm sorry, I never imagined being myself the one who would give you this news," he apologized.

"No, no it's okay. But why do you say that he is a hypocrite?"

"Well, when Sue found out that she was pregnant, she told Charlie and he kind of flipped out. After calming himself down, he figured that this was what destiny had in for him and that he couldn't do anything about it, especially when Sue's family was part of a group where abortion and adoptions were no options and sex had to be without condoms or the pills.

"After a few weeks, they told Sue's parents and they were happy. Of course, they were disappointed at first, but they were supporting her 100%. Charlie wished he had the easy way," he cut off before turning his body so he would face me and looked right into my eyes, his green irises were distracting when I had him this close.

"W-what happened?"

"Charlie's Dad was fucking pissed. He kicked him out and said that he was a big disappointment and that he never wanted to see his sorry ass again. He went to Sue for comfort and Sue's family welcomed him with open arms. He was with her for a while and then Leah was born," I was totally shocked. Leah Clearwater was my sister?

What the fuck?

"When Leah was about 7 months old, Charlie decided that this was not the life he wanted and that he was still young and had to live his life and have a career. So, he left Leah and Sue, got in contact with his Dad, made up and lived his life. And then he met your Mom and, well you know the rest," he finished.

"Wait, so Mom didn't know anything about this? Didn't he tell her?"

"No. She found out a couple of months ago,"

That's when it all clicked. Mom found out months ago that Charlie had a daughter. Months ago. That's when all the fighting began and Renee introduced the divorce papers.

"How do you know all of this? What are you, some sort of a spy?" I joked.

He found it funny. He laughed at least. "Why yes Ma'am. I'm Bond, James Bond," he joked back with a superior look on his face.

"Shut up," I chuckled as I elbowed him on his ribs," but seriously how do you know?

"Mom has her contacts. You know how they gossip. Plus, Forks is really small. News fly," he shrugged.

"Yeah, you're right. I wouldn't be surprised if our news of having a baby were out by now," I said as I rubbed my stomach.

"Well, it is a small town," he smiled as he hugged me from the back and rested his chin on my shoulders, rubbing my stomach also. "Mmmm," he moaned, "Your hair smells like strawberries. My favourite,"

I laughed. "Yeah, well you always loved my smells," I blushed as I thought how dirty that sounded and he laughed.

"You are a pervert," I stated.

"But still here you are. In love with a pervert and you are having my pervert child," Edward replied coolly as he gave me kisses on the neck.

"Like father like son, right? Oh, and don't call my child a pervert,"

"Your wish is my command, Ma'am," he said before pressing his lips to mine.

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The next day, I woke up and remembered that I had an appointment with Dr. Gerandy today. I told Edward and he told me that he would accompany me.

The ride to the hospital was quiet until we were getting near the Hospital.

"So, have you thought if you wanted to know the sex?" Edward asked, excitement in his voice.

"Surprisingly I don't," I laughed, "I don't see were the fun is if you find out before hand. I would like to be surprised,"

"But you hate surprises," Edward smirked.

He was right. I hated surprises. When I turned 13, my best friend Alice Brandon and my Mom had planned a surprise party for me – even though they knew I hated them and Edward tried to stop them – and when I came to my house and was greeted by the 'Surprise' cheer, I groaned loudly and started to cry.

"Yeah I know, but I think that this will be a lovely surprise," I confessed. Edward had his hands tight around the steering wheel and concentrating on the road. "Do you?"

"Yeah, I kind of do," he replied timidly and I swore I could see a little faint of red appearing in his cheeks, "if you don't mind of course."

"Not at all," I said as we got to the Hospital and made our way to the Doctor's Office.

"Please sit in this table and Dr. Gerandy will be here soon," the nurse – who I think her name, was Kate – said.

"Are you nervous?" I asked Edward as I sat on the table with my legs falling from it.

"A little. I just want to know if the baby is still healthy and perfect,"

"And the sex," I muttered and he chuckled.

"Good morning, Bella. Edward," Dr. Gerandy said as he shook both of our hands, "Let's get this show on the road, okay? So Bella, I'm going to need you to lie down and lift your top up to your bra," he ordered as Edward scooted his chair closer to the table and hold my hand, giving it a squeeze once in a while. "I'm going to put this gel on your stomach, it might be a little cold," I winced as he placed the goo stuff and started to move the wand thingy on top of it. "Alright, so, right here is the uterus," he pointed to the screen as he kept moving the wand, "and here is your baby," he said as he pointed something that looked like a jelly bean.

Happy tears started to pour down my face as I saw my baby. I couldn't believe that Edward and I were having a baby. I glanced at Edward and he had glassy eyes. He was smiling and I swear I saw a tear run down his cheek.

"The baby is perfectly healthy and everything is normal. Would you like to know the sex?" Dr. Gerandy said as he turned off the machine – not before printing some pictures and giving us the recorded tape of our baby – and handed me a tissue to wipe the gel off my stomach.

"I don't but the father does," I informed him.

"Actually, I've changed my mind now," he looked at me, smiling.

"What?"

"Yeah. Bella, I want to be surprised with you. Plus, I think that if I knew, I would tell you sooner or later," he said as he scratched his neck.

"Okay, Bella. I'm going to need you to come back in a few weeks and we'll check if everything is still going good. Remember that you have to have blood tests every month and as the baby's due date is near, it's going to change to every week," he ordered. Ugh. Fucking blood tests.

We kept talking to the Doctor a while and we then left to Edward's home since my Mom was at La Push visiting Rosalie for a couple of days.

As we were riding in the car, I couldn't help but think about Charlie.

If he didn't like what his father had done to him, then why did he do it to me? Was there something I didn't know? Was he secretly married to someone else and had a second family in some other country?

Was he even my father?

I mentally punched my face as I shook the thought off. Of course he was my Dad. That was no doubt.

Then why does it feel wrong?

Shut the fuck up.