After the last post, I've heard that Edward is being a total dick, and from an author's point of view...Yes, he is! It will get better I promise. But you'll have to see what happens later! Y'all want them to keep the baby, and I just had to do a little fake out with the whole Alice thing. Hope you like!

"Mom, no," I begged, feeling my heart sink. "Please, please don't do this to me."

"Bella, this is no life or death matter." She crossed her arms, displeased. "If you get sick Edward can come take you home, okay? They invited us for a bonfire, we can't just turn them down. You should know we do not turn down our friends. You are coming, Bella."

I sighed. "Mom, I really don't feel well," I complained. "I'm sick and I don't want anyone to get it." And I don't want to see Edward, I mentally added. Because we may or may not be broken up.

My mom exhaled, annoyed. "All right, but I want you coming over to the Cullens tomorrow. They invited us for dinner and a movie, and I want you there." I nodded bleakly as she turned from the door of my room and headed out. Just as she was about to close the door she poked her head back in. "Are you and Edward fighting?" she asked sceptically.

"No," I lied, curling back under my blankets when I heard the door closed. Jasper hadn't come home after going over the Alice's, so I was alone.

Alice's reaction still startled and confused me. She was angry – she was pissed that I was getting an abortion. Saying that word in my head hurt a weird part of my lower stomach, like a sudden pain. Its my baby, I thought, throat thick. I couldn't find the right flaws in what I was doing to what I was going to do. There was no doubt I had to get an abortion, though. I had no choice because Edward and I...weren't on the best of terms. Were we broken up? But that didn't even matter.

When I first took that pregnancy test and it came back positive, I was terrified but I was excited. A baby with Edward Cullen. It did feel like it was the happiest time of my life, but then I'd had to tell Edward and he got all angry and pissed at me...Was this my fault? We'd both made this baby together, it wasn't a one-sided thing. But I did decline having Edward buy me the Pill so we wouldn't have a problem like this, and he'd voiced that he was pissed about it. I could understand that though, because I did feel bad about this. Kind of. Maybe Edward should have brought back some protection instead of having me take care of it.

And now I start to blame this on Edward. God!

As I was lifting myself, groggy and dizzy, up from my bed the door opened, spreading in a light of yellow light. It was my dad. I smiled weakly, throat still thick.

Charlie stretched his arm out. "Edward's on the phone," he told me, voice unusually soft. I glanced down at the white object, feeling lightheaded.

"Can you tell him I'm about to get in the shower?" I asked helplessly, sad and bitter. I didn't want to talk to him at all, not after what he said. After what he did.

He pressed the phone to his chest, muffling his voice. "Bella, is everything okay?" he asked concerned.

I nodded bleakly. "Yeah, I'm just so tired and so sick. But I'm going to the doctor tomorrow, so. Hopefully I'll be better soon," I explained weakly, trying to raise my voice for Edward to hear. I didn't care that he would be hurt when he found out – I wanted him to hurt. "Everything will be taken care of," I added bluntly.

"Okay," he nodded, kissing my cheek and pressing the phone back to his ear. "He, Edward, she's in the shower...No, she doesn't feel well...Yeah, that's why she's going to the doctor tomorrow. Why?...What are you talking about?" My dad left, before I could even hear more. I sighed. Yes, I had to have hurt Edward bad.

Hoping in the shower I washed down my body, feeling the warm water run down my body and over the invisible baby bump that would be gone by tomorrow at noon. I hated to know that I would be killing an infant, a helpless baby that couldn't fend for its self. I would be the murderer of this child, of my child. Tears started to fall down my cheeks, because I really had no other choice. Edward didn't want the baby and I couldn't do it myself. I needed him, but he just didn't want it. And that hurt a lot. I wondered just how strong the love he had for me was if he would get so angry over the fact I got pregnant. I sniffled, my hand on my stomach.

I washed my hair as thoroughly as possible, washed my body and paying special attention to my stomach. I couldn't help it and spoke down to my stomach. "I-I love you," I whispered, sobbing in gasps of breath as tears flowed so fast, my vision was blurry. "An-and I'm so...so sorry." I sniffled, wiping my tears as my sobs got louder. I wasn't fair. What I wanted I couldn't have; but what Edward wanted, he was getting. This baby would be history, by consent of Edward Cullen.

I redressed in shorts and a T-shirt, before throwing up once more. I brushed my teeth and raised my mouth, then headed downstairs to relax. I already knew tomorrow would be a very stressful day that I would have to go through all by myself.

As I was reaching into the fridge for a bottle of water the phone rang. Uneasily I grabbed the cordless phone and pressed it to my ear. "Hello?"

"Bella!" Edward breathed.

A chocked laugh came from my mouth. "What the hell do you want? I said I didn't want to talk to you ever again," I said flatly.

"Please, we need to talk-" Edward pleaded, still sounding relieved, but I cut him off.

"I don't want to fucking talk to you, you bastard." I said the words evenly, level, but I could feel tears running down my face. "Leave me alone."

"But, Bella," he complained. "That's my baby."

"Edward, I'm getting an abortion, so leave me the fuck alone!" I snapped, taking the phone from my ear to my lips to sound louder.

There was a loud grunt and sigh of sadness and pain. I ignored the ache in my chest. "Bella, I know you better than this. You wouldn't want to hurt something so small and helpless. I know that. I know you. Bella, don't do this, don't be so overdramatic. Step back and look at the situation."

"Do you think I haven't?" I yelled. "I've been crying myself to sleep all day. I've been wishing you weren't such a dick and walked away from me. You have fucked this over, Edward. Just leave me alone!" I hung up the phone and cried until I cried myself dry.

This wasn't right. I shouldn't be fighting with Edward, but I knew once this baby was taken from me, the fighting would be done with. But I still wondered why Edward suddenly cared so much about what happened.

But then, soon after I hung up on Edward, there was a knock on the door and I knew exactly who it was. Reluctantly I got up from the couch to get the door.

"What point of 'leave me alone' don't you understand?" I whined, silently and tearlessly sobbing. As I went to shut the door Edward reached out and stopped me. "Edward, stop it!" I tried again, but he continued to press the door open with his big hand. "Edward, I swear-"

"Bella, would you just let me talk?" he demanded, agitated.

"No," I said flatly, crossing my arms. "Why do you suddenly care so much? Why do you think..." I drifted off, then tried again. "How do you know we're still together?"

This seemed to hurt him. "This relationship is not over, and it never will be, do you hear me?" His voice dropped from the fierceness to a soft, pleading tone. "Please, Bella I love you. I love you so much."

"Then why did you say those things?" I sobbed, tears falling over my eyes. I wiped them away, biting my lip.

He exhaled. "I overreacted and said the wrong things. I don't even know where those things came from, but I don't feel that way and I didn't mean it. I swear. I was just so shocked," he mused. "I thought you were going to be mad and blame me for it, and I guess I just made it all worse."

Any second now, I felt like I would cave in so I turned around and headed for the kitchen, suddenly so hungry. I heard Edward's heavy but graceful footsteps behind me and the front door shut quietly. When I felt his presence in the kitchen, as I sifted through the refrigerator, I said, "You hurt me. Badly."

"I know, Bella, and I am so so sorry," Edward whispered, voice cracking. "I didn't mean any of it. Please."

I sighed. "Edward, what do you want right now?" I asked, breathing just a step from sobbing.

"Bella, I want you to forgive me for what I said. I want you to stop yelling at me for those mistakes. I want you to tell me that you love me. I want you to say this is not going to affect us. I want you." As he said the last three words he turned me around and kissed me. My body reacted in that fast and unearthly way. I instantly wanted him, too. I wondered if it was just hormones or what that I shoved myself at him and kissed him so hard. My arms locked around his neck tightly, as I moaned into his mouth, wrapping my legs around his waist. "Edward..." I moaned, twisting my tongue around his with my palms on his cheeks.

His jaw moved under my hands as he moved his mouth faster against mine, forcing my back to arch. God, it felt so good to have him this close.

Pulling away breathlessly I nuzzled his neck, wrapped around him. "I'm sorry," I whispered, kissing the area of his neck closest to me. "I love you."

This seemed to make him relax and I felt him smile. "I love you, too, and I'm sorry. I said the wrong things," Edward whispered, kissing my hair. We stayed like that for a few moments, feeling each other's breath and stealing small kisses.

"Edward." I looked up and smiled suggestively. "Why don't you take me upstairs?" I breathed, biting my lip seductively.

"Bella," Edward said, almost warned. Nuzzling his neck again I moaned, pushing my most private area against him and grinding. This time my name was moaned. "Take me upstairs," I begged in his ear, sucking down on it. I grinded harder against him. "Please?"

"But Bella-"

"No, Edward," I cut him off. "No saying no. Let's make up in the truest way possible." I leaned down and kissed up his strong neck, up and down. I breathed deeply into his skin, overwhelmed with his delicious scent. "Please, Edward, don't starve me," I pleaded.

"Bella, your bed is way too small," Edward complained. I stopped my ministrations. Damn, I hadn't thought of that! But before I could say anything Edward held onto me and walked us out of the kitchen. I tightened my legs around his waist for the fear of falling on my ass. I didn't know where he was taking me until he dropped me down on the couch.

I gripped his T-shirt in my hands and pulled him down on top of me. "Sexy and smart," I said, pulling his face down to mine. Sure, the couch wasn't much bigger but it did guarantee us to not really fall off...I hoped. Just as I was about to grab his T-shirt, Edward stopped me. I gave him a confused look as he straddled me.

"Bella, before we do anything we need to talk," he said, sounding sad or upset or worried. Carefully I slid out from under his body and sat cross-legged in front of him.

"What's going on? What do we have to talk about that could be better then sex?" Now, that confused me. After those weeks of all that perfect sex, how could he not want to do it?

Gently Edward lifted my shirt to reveal my flat stomach, and he gently put a hand to the surface. "Are you really getting an abortion?" he asked quietly, sullen. My heart sunk, almost like reflexively. Back to the baby.

"Edward," I started slowly. "I...have wanted this baby sense the day I took the test. I wanted to have this baby with you. But you got so angry and mad at me for not agreeing to the Pill, so I figured you don't want my baby. I-I decided that the abortion is the only way." My jaw shook. No, it wasn't the only way.

He was quiet for a moment. "I'm sorry," he finally mumbled.

I sighed, again confused. "Edward. I don't know what you want," I complained.

"Bella," he scooted closer to me. "I want to keep the baby."

*Gasp*
Damn, a lot of you want this. I wonder what's so going to happen...
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