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DevilsWriter

Week 49, Thursday 9th December

When I opened my eyes, everything was slightly blurry. Where the fuck is my glasses?

I wasn't sure where I was but things were bright, too bright, so I knew I wasn't in Edward's office anymore.

It wasn't just my sight that was blurry but the memory of what had happened wasn't so clear.

The door opened and a dark figure came into the room.

"Bella, thank God you're awake," Edward, he sounded much relived.

"What happened?" I asked as he sat down in the chair next to my bed

"You fainted in my office," he explained.

"Did they tell you anything?"

"No, they didn't, couldn't because I'm not family," he seemed annoyed. "But I called Charlie and Jacob, letting them know what happened."

"Are they here?" I really didn't want to concern Charlie any more than needed, he had his hands full with Jacob, and he didn't need to have me on his hands too.

"No, Charlie couldn't leave work and he didn't want to send Jacob here alone, even if I met him and took him here."

"I'm glad they couldn't," I admitted and explained for Edward the reason and he was relieved when he said he understood and that he would probably do the same thing if he was in my boat.

"Can you see if you can find a doctor that can tell me something? Anything?" I asked when we had waited for about half an hour without a glimpse of a doctor.

"Sure."

It didn't take long before Edward came back with a doctor.

"Ms. Swan."

"Call me Bella."

"Well, Bella, I'm Dr. Carlisle Cullen, but call me Carlisle, and I'm taking over you as a patient since your doctor, Dr. Goldman, apparently have disappeared."

"Carlisle Cullen as in Edward's father?"

"Yes," he smiled before taking a look at my chart. "Ok, from what I can read, you fainted, the lack of sleep and food, and high blood pressure, is the reason."

"Even I could have figured that out," I laughed and Carlisle joined before he went back to reading my chart. Edward kept a straight face.

"Oh." Oh? That wasn't good.

"What is it?" Edward asked, coming over to the bed and taking my hand.

"Congratulations Bella, you're pregnant," Carlisle smiled, though it wasn't hard to see that it was false.

"Come again?" I wasn't sure if I had heard him right. I couldn't be pregnant; Edward had used a condom the whole time.

"Bella, you're three months pregnant. Congratulation," as soon Carlisle was out the door, Edward let go of my hand and started to pace the length of the small room.

"We weren't together three months ago," Edward said after ten agonizing minutes.

"No…"

"I didn't know you were seeing anyone back then," he sounded hurt and it gnawed on my heart.

"I wasn't," I whispered and the way he looked at me…I didn't even have words for it.

"I need a minute," he headed for the door when Carlisle came back inside.

"Bella, you're allowed to leave but you have to stay home, no working for at least two weeks. I want you to eat three good sized meals a day, snack in between and four big glasses of fluid, water the best choice."

"Ok."

"Eat when you get home and go straight to bed. Remember to eat when you wake up again, no matter if you're hungry or not, a granola bar is more than enough."

"I will," I promised him and he left so I could get dressed.

Edward drove me home and walked me inside, making sure that I ate and was safe in bed.

"I'll see you later," he said softly before leaning in for a kiss. It was soft and tender, nothing like he had given before but I wasn't complaining.

Saturday, 11th December

I called Edward before the party, deciding that I couldn't wait any longer when he didn't call on Friday. I understood that he was busy but it would have been nice to hear his voice. I was already bored to death after just one day at home, watching reruns of old series all day, eating when I needed and drinking so much water that I visited the bathroom at least ten times before dinner.

Charlie and Jacob came, though I didn't tell them. Jacob had been a little unstable lately and he didn't need to know that he was going to be an uncle to a bastard baby, although, it was going to be just as loved as any other baby that would come in the future.

Three tries and no answer, I gave up and decided to see how things were going with my soon-to-be house.

Charlie and the guys from La Push had been working hard and from what I could see, I would be able to move in after New Year some time, if the snow that had been promised would be so nice and wait a week or so.

"Bella!" Jake came running towards me and brought me into a crushing hug.

"Jake…please let me breath," I managed to laugh and he put me back on the ground. "Is dad close?"

"Yeah, just wait here," he mentioned to the back of Billy's truck where several cups of coffee stood, all of them looking unappealing.

It didn't take long before Jake came back with Charlie.

"Hey kiddo, finally coming to take a look at your house?" he laughed as he brought me into a hug too.

"Yeah, I thought it was about time. It's looking great dad, thank you."

"Don't thank me but the guys inside is the ones you should says thanks to, not me kiddo. They've been doing an excellent jog, trust me."

"I do," I smiled. "When do you think it's finished?"

"From what Sam told me, you can move in at the end of January, unless you want some color on the walls and so. They've been laying the new floor for you, the one you wanted, and they did it gladly but when it comes to painting the walls, this is not the right guys." Charlie laughed as he poured himself a cup of coffee, this one steaming hot.

"I guess you're right."

"So, do you want to take a look inside?"

"No, not today, I think I'll head back. Stop by before you leave, would you?"

~O~O~O

I must have fallen asleep after seeing Charlie and Jake because when I opened my eyes after blinking, or that's what it was supposed to be, it was dark outside, the clock on my VCR saying six thirty-seven.

Surely Charlie and Jake would have come inside even if I was asleep; they had the key and knew their way around house as much as I did.

A note was lying on the floor in hall, in front of the door, holding the messy handwrite from Charlie, which I unfortunately had inherited.

Kiddo, you was asleep so we decided to let you just do that, knowing that you need it. Christmas is coming soon and I'll be calling you sometime next week to find out what we're going to do.

Charlie and Jacob

Week 50, Wednesday 15th December

Monday, Carlisle Cullen called me, ten in the morning, asking me if I had time to come to the hospital so he could have a check, to see how I was doing. He told me that after just two days, I was getting better and he wanted it to keep it that way, more or less ordering me to eat a lot fruit to get vitamins, to eat proteins and everything I could get my hands on, even candy to keep the blood sugar up.

Fast food was a big NO though, not that I ate much fast food I had woken up in the middle of the night, Sunday, craving chicken nuggets and fries from McDonalds.

I had also craved Edward and I had called him several times, getting no answers. I had given him time to gather himself after the party, thinking that maybe he had a little too much to drink and needed to sleep it off. And of course he and Alice had a heck of a cleaning to do, so I didn't call him before eight pm Sunday, thinking, hoping, that he would be home and available to talk to me.

Tuesday was spent eating oranges, like ten of them, while I called Edward all day, his cell and office phone. I called James and he told me that Edward had been in his office all day when I called him, asking him if Edward maybe was out. If he had been, I would have understood why he didn't answer hi office phone and I could even understand why he didn't answer his cell.

And here I was, Wednesday, sitting in my car, looking up at Edwards building, hoping to see some light coming on up there. It was stalkerish, I knew that but when I doesn't hear anything from him on five days, I had the right to be worried.

I had just talked to Alice, asked her if Edward was alright since I hadn't heard from. She had had lunch with him earlier that day and told me that he was just fine, content and happy. She also invited me to spend Christmas with her family in Forks.

Charlie had called and told me that Jacob was going to celebrate Christmas with Sue and Charlie was going to his sister, my aunt Helen, in Phoenix and I could come if I wanted. Truth to be said, I really didn't want to go, aunt Helen and I had never gotten together good and would probably never do it.

I accepted Alice invitation and looked forward to be with friends and not alone. I would be able to talk to…

The light in Edward's apartment came on and I jumped out of my car, running across the street over to his building. The door man had seen me before, thought back then it was work, so he let me in without a word though a smile on his lips.

Edward owned the whole top floor, the two apartments build into the nicest penthouse I had ever seen before, everything about it screaming Edward. It was only six floors so the elevator ride should be fast… and straight into his hall.

It wasn't. It was quiet and I couldn't help but think of the night when the elevator back at the office got stuck and how I had panicked.

Don't think like that, Bella I scolded myself. If I thought about it, I knew I would panic all over again and this time there weren't any one in the elevator with me to help me get my breathing back to normal.

The little 'ping' told me that I was at Edward's place and I braced myself, though I had no idea why. The hall was empty when the door opened and I stepped out, the elevator going back down.

The hall smelled of chicken and I found myself hungry, my mouth watering. How did he have time to make chicken Alfredo in such a short time? Had been home barely fifteen minutes and it was a dish that took at least half an hour.

"Excuse me, can I help you?" I turned around to see a petit woman, her black hair cut short, her tight dress hugging her whole body, making her breast look big and round. Her lips were smeared with a too red lipstick and her heels were just too high, at least that was my opinion. I felt kind of bad for thinking it but she looked a little like a hooker but she was beautiful. I could understand why Edward had invited her to his home; I would probably have done the same if I was a man.

"Uhm, no, I'm just here to see Edward," I smiled at her before turning away and walking into the living room.

It was like getting punched in the stomach. The living room was lit up by candles, soft music flowing into the room and in the middle, a round table set for two.

He was on a date. I wanted to cry but who wants to cry in front of the date of the guy you might love? Not me. I braced myself but wanted to run out when Edward came from the kitchen, food in his hands.

He didn't notice me before he had put the food down on a side table and straightened up, smiling, expecting to only see the black haired woman. His smile fell and for a second I thought I saw anger flash in his eyes.

"Bella."

"I need to talk to you." God, get a back bone girl. You're voice is so much stronger than that, so use it.

"Uhm yeah. Charlotte, would you mind if I talk to Bella for a minute?"

"No problem Eddie," she smiled at him, batting her eyelashes. He smiled back before gesturing to me to go into the hall. He closed the door behind him.

"You're on a date?"

"No, I'm having an operation. What does it look like; yes, I'm on a date. What do you want Bella?" He looked truly bored.

"No need to get pissed. I just wanted to know why you haven't answered any of my calls. I've been calling you since Saturday and I even called James to see if you were at the office yesterday." I crossed my arms over my chest and waited for an answer.

"I've been busy since you haven't been at work."

"I'm sorry but if I remember right, you were there with me when your dad told me to stay home for at least two weeks and as you know, this is the last week before Christmas break."

"I remember but I'm not the one who wind up pregnant." Ok, that stung.

"…" I had no respond to him but managed to murmur to him "I'll leave so you can go back to your date." I turned my back to him and waited for the elevator come.

He didn't say anything but he didn't leave either; I could feel his eyes on my back and I sighed in relief when the elevator arrived and as soon the doors closed again, I let the tears run freely.

They did just that till I came home and even then they continued as I curled up in my bed and fell asleep.

Why I was crying, I didn't know. Was it because Edward, without saying it, called me a whore? Or was it that he had a date and would most likely fuck her brain out while I cried?

I wasn't religious but right now I prayed to God to give me an answer.