I want to make 'You Set Me Free' into a weekly thing, so I'll try to update every week, possibly Monday's. I start school in March and I want to be almost done with this story by then.

I don't think I'll be making a sequel, sorry

Thank you so much for the support!

Love,

XOXO.

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The smell of eggs and bacon woke me up the next morning. I rolled over to the side and found that Edward's side of the bed was empty.

"Edward?" I mumbled with groggy eyes. Nothing.

Sigh.

I got up from the bed and made my way to the bathroom. I took my own sweet time because being pregnant made it very difficult to walk and to pee.

After doing my usual morning routine in the bathroom, I found myself once again in an empty room. I followed the delicious smell and wobbled my way to the kitchen.

Just as I was reaching the staircase, I ran into Emmet.

"Hey, Bella!" He wrapped his big muscular arms around me and lifted me up. It always amazed me how strong Emmet was. I mean, he was lifting a heavy pregnant woman. "Long time no see! I hear about your little dream last night. Tough shit, huh?" He smirked.

Why, thank you Emmet Cullen. I haven't thought about my dream, or the fact that my Dad is a nobody until this very second. I think that I wouldn't have remembered that until later in the day.

Thank you.

As I gave him no answer, he looked at me awkwardly and scratched his neck, "Sorry," he mumbled, as if he had read my thoughts.

"It's okay," I smiled. "So where's Edward?"

"He's in the kitchen," he replied chuckling. Was something funny?

I made my way to the kitchen and found Edward cooking with his back to me.

"Since when do you cook?" I asked surprised as I sat at one of the chairs of the island.

He turned around abruptly and smiled at me, holding a pan and a spatula in his hands, "You don't know everything about me," he replied as he served the cheese omelet and the bacon on my plate.

"Don't I?" I asked back, quirking an eyebrow.

He just smiled his beautiful crooked smile that melted my heart like butter.

Thank you God for creating this amazing human being.

Thank you.

He took a place next to me and poured ourselves a glass of orange juice. I got a bite from the omelet and it was the most delicious thing in the world. When had Edward become a great cook? I guess I didn't know everything about him after all.

I was so busy shoving the omelet down my throat that I didn't even wince when my throat started to burn. I was just too hungry and I had missed Esme's lasagna last night. I also didn't notice that Edward's breakfast was completely different than mine. He was eating a toast with jam and a bowl of cereal.

"How come you're breakfast is less elaborate than mine?" I said as I stretched and got a toast from the basket.

"I wanted to surprise you," he smiled softly, "plus, I think the baby enjoys a good breakfast once in a while," he added as he chewed the last piece of his toast and patted my stomach. "So, Mom talked to the Principal at school today," he started slowly.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, she and Mr. Verona agreed that you'd take the classes online and you can graduate early or you can wait and graduate with us," he said as I stood up from the bench, taking the plates to the sink.

I loved Esme for doing this for me when my own mother wouldn't. And my father most certainly couldn't because he walked out on us. But this was something that I should have discussed with Esme and Renee – and Edward – before she went with Mr. Verona and talked about my education.

I started cleaning the dishes and had still a word to say. I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I didn't realize that Edward was actually helping me clean the dishes.

"Bella? You have been quiet for a time and I think you hardly notice that I'm still here. But can you please tell me what you think about this?" Edward pleaded.

My head snapped in his direction and my eyes started to water up.

Fucking hormones.

Edward's face completely changed and he's eyes were saddened as he saw me crying. "Oh, shit. What did I do? I'm so sorry," he apologized as he hugged me.

"No, Edward. You didn't do anything. Just thank you. Thank you for taking care of me and of our baby. This baby is going to have the best family ever and its father is going to be the best one by far. You are going to beat all of the other fathers out there. Just thank you for always thinking of me," I sniffed.

"Oh, Bella," and with that, his lips pressed to mine and my world became dizzy.

He totally dazzles you!

I know. Please shut up so I can make out with my boyfriend.

Thank you.

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Esme came home a few hours later, just in time for lunch – which I insisted on preparing – and I thanked her for "taking care" of my education. She had said that it was no problem that I was like the daughter she never had and to not worry because my Mom was aware of all of this.

For lunch, I made Fetuccini Alfredo and as we ate, we kept on talking about mine and Edward's future.

"So, Belly," Emmet said as he stuffed his mouth, "Are you gonna graduate with my man Eddie here or are you going to be graduating before hand?" He asked as he placed his hand on Edward's shoulder and he shrugged it off.

I have given much thought to this whole education thing. I had said that I would handle the embarrassment of walking around with a huge stomach but it would get bigger and I would feel intimidated by all the whispers, the talks, the looks and the pointing.

Are you embarrassed of being pregnant?

No.

But you just said you were.

I'm not embarrassed it's just that it's overwhelming.

I continued my internal discussion with myself as I kept on eating and I hadn't noticed that Esme was talking to me, "Bella, dear? Are you alright?" Her voice was just a faint one but I still heard. Yet I still had to answer.

"Bellaaaaaaaaaa!" Emmet yelled at my ear as Edward shook me and slapped Emmet's head with his other hand.

"Yes?" I replied coolly.

"Are you alright, dear? You seem a little bit distant," Esme said hesitantly.

"No yeah I'm fine. Just thinking," I shrugged as I took a bite of the pasta. "What were you saying?"

"I asked what you are going to do with graduation. Are you graduating early or with Edward?" Esme asked again with a soft smile as she brought her glass of water to her lips.

"Oh, I think I'll be graduating early. I don't think I'll be able to handle the ugly glances I'll be getting," I laughed softly.

"Well, I think it's a wonderful idea for you to get your classes online. That way you don't have to worry too much about stuff," Edward said as he smiled at me.

"What?" I asked incredulously.

Edward looked completely shocked at my outburst. "I'm just saying that you are going to be spending too much time with school that you'll be distracted and won't have your mind on things that I or anybody else can do," he said simply but a little scared.

Fucking. Hormones.

I stared at Edward completely shocked as everybody in the table was looking at us with eyes wide open. Edward still had his same expression on his face and I wanted to slap it off of his face.

"Are you saying that I worry about unimportant things? Well, excuse me Mr. Perfect, but having this" I pointed hideously at my stomach, "in my own body is something to worry about. I have to worry about a lot of things, okay?" I was now standing up and pointing my finger towards Edward this time. No one spoke and Edward opened his mouth to say something but was completely surprised as Esme and Emmet were. "I'm so sick that people keep doing things for me that I can, only because I'm pregnant. I'm pregnant not about to die. I have to worry about my baby's future. I have to worry myself constantly if we are going to be able to give a good home and education to it and if we we'll be able to have a career we are both comfortable with, even though there's a baby in the middle. I also have to worry with the fact that my Dad is a total hypocrite, if Leah Clearwater is my sister and if the person that I call a Dad is even my father. So yeah, excuse me for worrying about stupid things."

I turned around and stalked off the dining room. I about to go up the stairs as I heard Edward mumbling angrily and Esme trying to comfort him. Angry tears were going down my cheeks as I felt a pain in my stomach. I ignored it at walked towards the steps.

"Ow!" I yelled as another pain stabbed my stomach and I couldn't help but clutch my stomach and duck. More tears were coming down my face and more pains came.

Was this me losing my baby? Or early labour?

Edward, Esme and Emmet came running and saw me lying on the floor. They were all quiet for a moment before the chaos began.

"Call Carlisle!" Edward yelled at Emmet as he came to my side. Emmet did as he was told and Esme started running up and down getting things and called Renee – I supposed.

"Bella, Bella, listen to me," Edward said as he sat beside me and put his hands against my face. I breathed deeply as the pain lingered in my body, "Emmet is calling Carlisle and we'll take you to the hospital. But first you have to tell me, what's wrong?"

A loud whimper came from me and the tears welled up in my eyes before falling down altogether as another pain took over my body. I started sobbing at the sudden strong pain the last one had been.

"Bella, please talk to me. If you won't tell me what's wrong, I can't tell Carlisle to help you," Edward ordered stubbornly, but softly.

"It hurts so much," I managed to croak out as Edward's hand came from my face to my hand.

"What hurts?"

"My stomach. Pain… stabbing… baby…" I croaked out with my hands protecting my belly.

"Were, exactly?" He asked like a Doctor as one of his hands started running through my stomach and his other one was grasping my hand.

"Everywhere," I whispered.

"Okay, just breathe deeply and we'll get you to the Hospital," he informed and I nodded, "I'll tell Emmet to carry you," he said as he started to help me up from the stairs.

"Okay. Oh, God!" I yelled once again as more stabbing pains were flooding my body and I couldn't help but once again duck. An intense pool of tears was coming like a waterfall and little spots of blood stained Esme's perfect white carpet.

"Oh, shit!" Edward muttered nervously as he took in the scene," Emmet! No time for ambulance! We'll take her! Come and carry her to the car!" Edward yelled.

Emmet came running as he carried me to the car, followed by Edward and Esme who had a bag on her shoulder and closed the house door.

Emmet sat me on the backseat of Edward's Volvo as Edward drove with Esme on the passenger seat and Emmet next to me.

"Don't worry, Belly. Everything is going to be alright," Emmet whispered while he stroke my hair softly and I placed my head on his lap.

Another small whimper escaped my lips and I squinted my eyes shut as another pain came.

The last thing I remembered was Edward glancing at me with scared eyes through the rearview mirror.

I'm sorry.

And that's when everything went black.

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As I began to wake up, I could smell the nice Hospital smell and the beeping of the machines. My back was hurting like a bitch.

I opened my eyes and found Edward mumbling quietly to himself and biting his nail as he paced back and forth in front of my bed.

"Edward? What happened?"

He immediately snapped his head in my direction and came to my side of the bed.

"Oh, Bella," he said relieved.

"Is the baby alright?" I asked terrified.

"Yes, yes, yes. The baby is fine. You are fine," Edward rambled as he stared into my eyes, his watering up. "God, I love you," he said before pressing his lips to mine.

The baby's fine.

Thank you.

"I'm sorry,"

"For what?" He said against my lips as he kept giving me pecks on them and holding my face with his hands.

"For snapping at you before. I was just scared and too overwhelmed,"

"Oh no, baby don't cry," he said softly as he finally broke apart from me and wiped my fresh tears with his thumbs, "I should be apologizing,"

"What for? I mean, you always think what's best for me and I snap at you for the most ridiculous things," I cried out.

"Bella, you worrying about your family, that's not stupid. I'm the stupid one for thinking that those things didn't in fact worry you,"

"So, we're both sorry?"

He laughed, "Yeah. I guess we are."

"Oh, Bella. You're finally awake," Dr. Carlisle Cullen said as he walked into the room with a chart in his hands.

"So, Doc. What's the verdict?" I asked. I wanted straight answers.

He laughed as he ran a hand through his perfect blonde hair. I guess I know were Edward gets the habit.

"Bella, you're 5 months pregnant, correct?"

"Nearly 6," I answered back politely.

He walked to the other side of the bed and sat at the end, "Okay, so what happened is that you're starting to lose your mucus plug which should happen a few weeks before labour, not months before it."

"What's a mucus plug?" Edward asked, scrunching his face in a disgusting way.

"Just what it sounds. A plug of mucus which prevents the bacteria and germs to get in the body," Carlisle replied coolly, "And as I said, it should start to come out a few weeks before labour. Have you been experiencing big amounts of stress lately?"

"Yeah," I replied shyly.

"Well, I think that's what causing it to come out. You should start bed rest Isabella," he was now serious; "If you go into an early labour it can be dangerous for you and the baby. And when I mean bed rest, I mean the kind that you only get up to pee or go to a Doctor's appointment. Got it?" Carlisle asked in a very serious tone which I had no answer to, except just a nod. "Good. Edward will make sure you get complete bed rest." He nodded towards him and Edward squeezed my hand as he nodded with a smile.

"So, when will I be out of here?"

"We want to keep you in observation tonight, just for the baby's sake. If everything turns out to be fine, you'll be discharged tomorrow morning and that's when the bed rest starts, okay?" he smiled as he patted my leg. I nodded and he stood up and left.

Esme, Emmet, Jasper, Alice and Mom stopped by at the hospital and had stayed a few hours before a nurse came and kicked them out because of the visiting hour thing.

Occasionally, a nurse would come in and keep track of the baby's and my heartbeat.

Edward stayed with me during the night and he made the move to sleep on the couch once again, but I refused and made him sleep beside me in the bed. I was small and he would fit perfectly.

He fell asleep quickly. Poor thing must have worried his brains out while I was here.

My mind was swirling with various thoughts and that kept me from sleeping. I would rub my stomach and hum to my baby – and the occasional talk – lovingly.

The hum came to an end and I turned my head towards Edward. He was so peaceful when he slept. And gorgeous. His bronze hair would be all over the place. I loved it.

So many things I wanted to tell him. So many. But only two words came to my mind at the time as I smiled sadly to myself.

I'm sorry.