Bed rest sucks something serious.

On the plus side, I just finished my story 'Letting Go', which was the sequel to 'My Love, My Life'. If you have the time, it would be much appreciated if you could check both of those stories out! I've also started a new story called 'Alone', and it is definitely not your average E/B story. It's very sad, but I am really enjoying writing the story.

This chapter will be a tad short…I apologize in advance.

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BPOV

"God dammit, that was fucked up." Edward muttered under his breath as we left the hospital together and we got into the car. "I had to do it in a cup. A fucking cup!" He spat, sounding disgusted.

I rolled my eyes, resting my head against the window of the car. "Yeah, and I basically got probed." I said bitterly, crossing my arms across my chest. We had both gone into the doctor today to check if we were both able to have children. Although Edward made been the one to volunteer to come with me, he had been complaining the entire time. "Look, I get that it was awkward, but it was necessary, okay? We need to know what…what's stopping us from starting our family."

Edward was eerily quiet for a moment, and then inhaled loudly through his nose. "I know. I'm sorry." He said in a low, gravelly voice, looking at me from the corner of his eye.

"It's fine. It's…it's no big deal" I said quietly, rubbing my forehead. We were both silent on the remainder of the trip home, but I just didn't have the energy or motivation to talk. I had been up late all night worrying about the results of the tests we had taken this morning. Edward had been a little gruff but supportive. I was thankful for that, especially since I was so worried about this whole thing.

We got back to the building and went up the back stairs so that we didn't have to go through the shop and get pestered by Alice or maybe even Jasper and Emmet. Alice knew why we were going to the hospital this morning, but no one else did, and we definitely wanted to keep it that way. It was a little embarrassing, and it was also none of their business. This was between Edward and I right now.

As soon as I got into our apartment, I plopped down on the couch and curled into the fetal position, tears immediately flooding to my eyes. What would I do if the tests came back and said that there was something wrong with me- keeping me from having the baby that Edward and I wanted. Edward sat down next to me on the couch, putting his arms around me and looking down at me with concern. "Baby, why won't you tell me what's wrong?" He asked in a soft voice. "You said last night that you were scared of something. Why are you scared?" I hesitated for a moment, trying to talk myself into telling him what was really wrong.

"I'm scared because I think that if I can't have children, you'll leave me. I'm scared because I don't want anyone else to have your heart, I don't want anybody else to kiss your lips, I don't want anyone else to be in your arms, and I don't want anybody to be the one you love." I blurted out, rambling and tears to stop from crying. "I'm scared because I don't want anyone to take my place." The floodgates were open now, and I couldn't stop things from just falling apart.

Edward kissed me softly, his hands cupping my cheeks as he used the pads of his thumbs to wipe away the tears that were falling down my cheeks. "I'm not going anywhere." He whispered. "I know that I act like an ass most of the time and I don't say this enough…but I love you, B. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I'm not going to leave you."

I nodded, kissing him again. I gently pushed him back onto the couch and moved on top of him. Right as I started kissing him more, Edward groaned loudly and arched his back, hissing through his teeth in pain. "What's wrong?" I asked, sliding off of him.

"Goddamn tattoo chaffed against my shirt." He groaned, and then I glanced at the clock.

"Sorry about that." I murmured. "But you have to go downstairs and earn a living. I'll be right here when you're down." He sighed and kissed my nose before rolling off the couch, grabbing a water bottle from the kitchen, and heading downstairs.

Just before the door closed behind Edward, I heard him call, "I love you, B!"

There's a saying that I heard recently- Don't go and find love, let love find you. That's why it's called falling in love, because you don't force yourself to fall…you just do.

And it's so true. I hadn't been looking for love when I had met Edward, and our relationship had become the best thing in the world. I sometimes had some very stupid and silly doubts, but Edward always came through for me. When we fought or disagreed about something and I was upset, Edward would do whatever it took to make me feel better- even if it made things harder for him. He made me feel smart and perfect and beautiful with even just a simple touch or look. But lately, things have been getting harder and harder between us. The pressure of trying to start our family has been getting to both of us. It's been putting a lot of stress on us, but I know that we are going to be able to work through all of these problems.

I can't wait for the doctor to call us back with the results. I needed to know what was stopping us from having what we wanted so badly. It was like some kind of sick obsession for me. I had to find out.

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Sorry for the little delay in updating, but please review!

Xoxo- Melodyella aka Mellie