Chapter Ten: Never Imagined We'd End Like This

November 22, 2017

After getting Edward to accept the pregnancy, he admitted that he had broken up with Rosalie for good this time. When I told him he didn't need to break up with her because he was pregnant, he told me it felt wrong to be with her when we were in this situation. Which only made me feel worse about everything going on. I hadn't told Emmett yet, but I was avoiding him like the plague.

The day before Thanksgiving break started, Edward approached me at my locker. Emmett was with his buddies down the hall and when I caught his eye, he simply waved at me. I was starting to wonder if I was subconsciously hoping he'd break up with me before I had to tell him.

"Hi," Edward smiled awkwardly.

"Hey."

"How are you feeling this morning?"

"Shhhhh!" I shushed, not wanting anyone to overhear our conversation. He looked at me like I was crazy as I looked around the hall making sure no one was paying attention to us before I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the nearby janitor's closet. I reached up and pulled the string to turn the light on and he just rolled his eyes at me.

"Is this private enough?" He sounded agitated.

"Yep," I nodded. "I'm not feeling super sick this morning. Just a little bit nauseous."

"You didn't throw up though?"

"Nope," I shook my head. I looked at him thoughtfully, wondering if I should tell him what was running through my head. "Tuna makes me sick, though."

"Tuna?"

"Dad was making a tuna sandwich this morning and I thought I was going to puke."

"Gotcha. I won't make you anything with tuna."

"And I've been craving peanut butter lately. I've always loved peanut butter but it's like…really heightened now."

"The way to your heart is peanut butter…"

"Extra creamy."

"I'll make a list," He chuckled.

"I'm going to Port Angeles today to meet my OB."

"Aren't there like three of those here in Forks?"

"They're all friends with my parents," I sighed. "I don't want them telling them anything."

"Aren't you protected by a law?"

"Yep. HIPAA," I nodded. "But I don't want to run any risks. Jasper set up a meeting with the best OB in the hospital he works at. And having Jasper there will be comforting."

"How often will you go to the doctors?" He asked.

"Until week 28, Jasper said I'll only need to go once a month. After that, every two weeks until I'm 36 weeks along and then once a week until I have the baby." He nodded. "Do you…" I took a deep breath. "Wanna come?"

"Come?"

"To my appointments with me," I shrugged and his eyes lit up. "Only if you want to…"

"I want to."

"Great," I smiled. "I'm leaving for Port Angeles today after school if you wanna follow me and meet the doctor."

"Are you sure?"

"You're…the father," I said quietly. "You should be as involved as you want."

"Thank you," He sighed and wrapped his arms around me in a hug. IT was weird at first but after a few seconds, it felt kind of nice. He must have realized it was weird too because he pulled back and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Sorry."

"It's okay," I assured him. "You can go out first."

He nodded and opened the door to the closet. I waited a few seconds before leaving the closet and ran right into Emmett as I walked out. He cocked an eyebrow at me and smirked when I started blushing.

"Hey," He laughed. "What are you doing in the janitor's closet?"

"I just needed somewhere kind of quiet to think," I shrugged. "I should go…"

"Bella, come on." I stopped in my tracks. "Did I do something?"

"What?"

"You've been avoiding me at all costs for two weeks now. I gave you your space…but I miss you. Whatever I did…I'm sorry."

Great. Now I had him apologizing to me. He didn't deserve this and I was finally ready to come to terms with everything. Emmett wasn't the father and it was about time he knew the truth. He at least deserved that. I turned to face him and was desperately fighting back tears.

"You didn't do anything," I snuffled.

"But…"

"Why don't you come over tonight? After dinner?"

"You sure?"

"My parents have a business dinner tonight. We'll have a little bit of privacy."

"Yeah. That sounds good." He smiled and walked towards me. He leaned down and gently pressed his lips to the top of my head and turned to go to his first period. It took might strength to not break down in tears as I headed to my class.

I was distracted all day and was really thankful when the last bell rang. I found Edward amongst the end of the daily chaos and gave him the address to the hospital, just in case he got lost. When Emmett found me, I told him I had an appointment I needed to go to and ran out the door.

When I got to the hospital, Edward was right behind me. When he got out of his car, we met at the front entrance and didn't speak to each other as we walked through the small hospital and up the stairs to the correct floor. I filled out the insurance form and felt immediately better when I saw Jasper walking down the hallway.

"Hey," He enveloped me in a tight hug. "How are you?"

"I'm okay," I assured him and he looked past me to Edward. "Jasper, this is Edward. The father."

"Hi," Edward reached his hand out and Jasper gave him a wary look before taking his hand in a handshake.

"Hello. I'm her future brother-in-law."

"You're the proctor. Understood," Edward nodded nervously.

"He's smart," Jasper laughed as he turned his attention back to me. "Dr. Brooks is great. You're in good hands."

"Thank you for setting this up for me."

"Of course," He hugged me again and then his pager went off and he left us alone. We waited another ten minutes before someone came to get us to take us back to the room. I laid down on the table and Edward stood a few feet away, looking at the tile floor. I was about to say something when another person came in and introduced herself.

"Hi, Bella. I'm Dr. Brooks."

"Hello," I whispered suddenly feeling very alone despite Edward being here with me. Dr. Brooks looked over at Edward and smiled.

"This must be dad." I nodded. "It's nice to meet you…"

"Edward," He said softly. She smiled at him and encouraged him to step closer to me in order to see the monitor.

"Jasper told me he did a sonogram for you a little bit ago?"

"Two weeks ago."

"Let's check on that baby again, shall we?" She asked and I was starting to warm up to her. I could tell that she wasn't judging us at all despite our age and was solely there to do her job. I lifted up my t-shirt and she placed the cool jelly on my stomach. She placed the wand in the correct spot and then stared at her screen. I was definitely starting to see a slight bump and I noticed Edward biting his lip next to me.

"So?" I asked nervously when she didn't say anything for a few minutes.

"Everything looks good," She smiled as she turned back to us. "You look to be about nine weeks along. Did Jasper give you any kind of due date?"

"He said it would be sometime in June, but wasn't sure of an exact date."

"I would say you would be due around June 9 by the size of your little one," She explained.

"How big is he?" I asked.

She smiled. "He's about the size of a green olive right now. Would you like to listen to the heartbeat?"

"Yes," Edward spoke up.

She nodded. "Don't be alarmed if you can't hear a heartbeat quite yet. He's still small." She moved the wand around my stomach and I suddenly began hearing a gentle thump, thump, thump. My eyes filled with tears as I looked up the screen and looked at my baby while hearing his heartbeat. When I looked up at Edward, his eyes were a little bit glossy.

"The heartbeat is around 170 beats per minute."

"Is that good?" I asked.

"Yes, that is perfectly normal," she explained. "Do you two have any questions for me?"

I looked at Edward and he gently shook his head. I looked back up at her and nodded. "When will this show up on our insurance?"

"Have you two told your parents yet?" She asked. We both said no. "I strongly suggest telling your parents about the baby. You won't be able to cover this up forever and the earlier you tell them, the better."

"How long?" I asked again.

"Within a week typically," My eyes began filling with tears. I was just now getting the courage I needed in order to tell Emmett about the baby. I needed more time to get myself ready to tell my parents. She gently wiped the gel off my belly and I pulled my shirt down.

She gave me the prescription for my prenatal vitamins and a list of things I can and cannot eat during the pregnancy. She also encouraged me to keep living my life as normally as I could and that gentle exercise was encouraged. After we went to the front desk to pay my co-pay, we headed outside in the cool November air. Edward walked me to my car but left for his car without saying a word.

He looked like he was processing everything.

After watching him drive away, I started my car and headed home. I took the entire hour drive to think about everything Dr. Brooks said. Our baby was healthy and he had a strong heartbeat. But he was also growing pretty quickly and I wouldn't be able to hide under baggy t-shirts and sweatshirts for much longer. One day I was going to pop and it couldn't be stopped.

When I pulled onto my street, I noticed Emmett's jeep was already parked outside of my house. I took a deep breath, put my big girl pants on, and readied myself to face him and have this conversation. When he reached me before we went inside, he gave me a sad smile. I led us inside, grabbed two bottles of water, and sat down at the kitchen island with him. We sat there for five minutes before either of us said anything.

"Bella,"

"I need to tell you something," I sighed and I could already feel the tears pooling in my eyes. "Something…bad happened."

"Did someone die?" He asked immediately. I shook my head no. "Phew. You scared me for a second."

"Emmett," I said. I was already starting to lose my cool.

"Whatever happened…whatever is going on, we can fix it," Now he was being really sweet making me feel even worse. "We can go camping this summer before school starts. We can have the summer of our lives before we go to school. We can fix it."

"Emmett," I cried. "We can't."

"Why?" He was starting to sound desperate. "I love you."

"I love you too."

"Then why can't we fix what happened?" He asked. "Is it because of what happened at my house a few weeks ago? Because…I just wanted it to be special. I didn't want you to feel rejected."

"You were right to stop me," I told him. "We weren't ready."

"Okay. Then we can fix whatever happened," He repeated. "Because we love each."

"Love isn't going to be enough to fix us, Emmett."

"Why?" His voice broke a little bit.

"Because…" I trailed off as I gently put my hand on my stomach. "I'm pregnant."

He stared at me blankly. "W-what?"

"I'm pregnant," I repeated as I let the first tear fall.

"No," He shook his head. "You have to have sex…to get pregnant." I nodded. "We…we haven't…had sex. You're a virgin. I'm a virgin."

I stayed quiet. "You're a virgin…right, Bella? This is just some kind of sick joke."

"It's not."

"What the FUCK?" He screamed as he jumped up. "You're pregnant? How? Who?"

"Jess' party back in September. We were fighting…I was drunk. Things got out of hand."

"Yeah, things fucking got out of hand!" He yelled. "Whose is it?"

"It doesn't matter."

"It matters."

I couldn't lie to him. Not anymore. "Edward's."

"Edward?" He asked. "Edward who…Ed-Edwardward Masen? You lost your virginity to Edward Masen? You don't even like him…no one does…and now you're going to have a baby with him?"

"Emmett,"

"You barely know him! How'd you end up in bed with him?"

"I told you. I was drunk and upset that we were fighting and…"

"Two years, Bella," He shook his head. "We've been together for two fucking years and…this is what we have to show for it?"

"I'm sorry," I knew it didn't mean anything, but it was the only thing I could think of to say. Whether it meant anything to him or not, it was the truth. I would never not be sorry for what I had done.

"I was so in love with you," He shook his head. "Everyone said I was such a fucking moron because we're only in high school and we're still so young but…I loved you, Bella."

"I do love you."

He snapped. "No, you don't! If you loved me…you wouldn't have let this happen!"

"We were…"

"Drunk. I get it. That doesn't make anything better, Bella."

"I know," I cried.

"I can't believe this! I can't believe you."

"I'm so sorry."

"I'm done," He had no emotion in his voice anymore. He sounded empty. "I'm fucking done with you." I knew it was coming, but it didn't make it any less painful.

"Please don't tell anyone!" I begged as he ran form the kitchen. I knew he didn't owe me anything, but I still didn't want him telling everyone in the school.

"Go to hell," He snapped as he slammed the front door shut. I wanted to follow him, but my legs felt like jelly. My body felt numb and I slid down the kitchen wall and burst into tears. I hated myself. I was the world's worst person.

I was awful.

My hand instinctively went to my baby bump as if I were trying to protect him from the cruel world.

"I'm sorry," I whispered to my stomach. "I'm so sorry. Mommy will make everything better. It's going to be okay." I wasn't sure if I was talking to the baby or to myself, but I didn't know what else to do.

Thanksgiving was absolutely miserable. I was feeling incredibly sick and nothing sounded appetizing. When I woke up, I had forgotten for a split second that Emmett and I weren't together and I started to cry again. I had cried myself to sleep on the kitchen floor when Emmett left and was beginning to wonder how I'd wound up in my bed.

I was too afraid to go downstairs and find out. Fearful that my parents would ask why I was passed out in the kitchen because I wasn't ready to tell them that Emmett had dumped me. I mean, I understood why it happened but they would ask questions and I wasn't ready to answer their questions.

Finally, when they were making so much noise downstairs they knew I couldn't keep sleeping, I rolled out of bed. I pulled on one of Emmett's football sweatshirts because I missed him and just wanted to smell like him. I put some leggings on, brushed my teeth, and braced myself for the unwanted conversation for when I went downstairs. I could tell mom was stewing, but my dad was warning her to keep quiet.

I was so grateful to have the dad I did.

I was even more grateful when I heard keys in the front door and knew that Alice was finally here. I rushed over to them and pulled her into the den before she could be sucked into anything mom had for her to do. Before I could say anything, though, I burst into tears. She hugged me tightly and soothingly rubbed my back until I pulled myself together enough to talk about it.

"I came clean to Emmett last night," I said. "He told me to go to hell."

"I'm so sorry, Bella."

"I miss him already," I cried. "Even before we were dating…we were friends. I liked hanging out with him as friends and I've always liked his company. I don't…" I took a deep breath. "I don't know how to live without him."

"I wish I had some life-changing advice for you."

"He hates me. And he has every right to hate me. I cheated on him, Alice."

"I know."

"I had sex with someone else because…what? Because we were fighting? We had fights before…why was this time any different?"

"You chose to comfort yourself with alcohol."

"He was perfect. We were perfect," I sighed. "And I ruined that. And when people learn what happened and why we broke up, they're going to side with him. And I'm going to be all alone during this…"

"You're not alone."

"Everyone is going to know how terrible I am."

"You make a mistake. A really big mistake, but you didn't cheat on him to hurt him. If anyone knows what kind of a person you are…" She took a deep breath. "Plus, it sounds like Edward's been pretty supportive this week."

"I cried myself to sleep on the kitchen floor last night," I explained. "What do I tell mom and dad? They're gonna ask what had me so upset."

"Tell them you and Emmett broke up."

"They're going to ask why?"

"Tell them you had a really big fight and that you just aren't up for talking about it."

"They're going to keep prying."

"No, mom will try to push you. Dad won't let her though. He's in your corner." I nodded. "But you need to tell them next."

"How? They're going to be so mad…and so disappointed."

"It'll be better to hear it from you before you pop and they figure it out for themselves," She shrugged. "And like I said, dad's in your corner. Yeah, he'll be pissed but he'll do everything he can to make sure you get through this."

"I don't wanna ruin their holidays," I shrugged. "I feel bad enough for ruining Emmett's Thanksgiving."

"That's fair," She agreed. "But promise me it'll be soon."

"Promise," I smiled and she pulled me into another tight hug.

"Oh, Jasper changed your insurance papers at the hospital."

"What?"

"He put our insurance on the forms. So you have a little more than a week to tell mom and dad. But it's gotta be soon…"

"It will be," I promised again. "Thanks."

We stayed in the den for a few more minutes while I calmed down. When we went into the kitchen, I could tell my mom was dying to ask me what the hell happened last night, but she was biting her tongue. Probably because dad asked her to keep quiet.

"Everything okay?" Dad asked as they put the turkey in the oven. I nodded. "Bella, you okay?"

"Yeah," I lied.

"Then why did I carry you to your room last night after you fell asleep on the kitchen floor?"

I sighed. "Emmett and I broke up."

"Oh?" Mom perked up. "Why?"

"We had a really big fight," That wasn't a lie. We did have a big fight, they just didn't need to know any context right now. "And…we broke up."

"What was the fight about?"

"I don't want to talk about it," Which was the truth as well.

"Bella, you've been together for two years. What was this big fight about that ended your relationship?"

"College," I lied because it was the only reasonable explanation I could think of. "He still wants to go east and he wants me to go with him. I told him that I couldn't do that and we got into a fight and…we broke up. That's it."

"Bella," Mom pushed.

"Renee, leave her alone," Dad sighed. "Let's just enjoy our day as a family. I was really thankful for my dad and his confidence to stand up to my mom.

"I'm just saying…" Mom started but dad slammed the pepper shaker on the counter to shut her up. I smiled at him to thank him and then got to work helping Alice make breakfast. But, the smell of the ham they were cutting into cubes to put in the eggs made me want to vomit. I dropped the knife I was holding and bolted to the bathroom. I barely made it in time to make it into the toilet and even then I got some on the rim of the seat.

Afer I was sure I was finished throwing up, I flushed the toilet and stood up to wash my hands. There was a soft knock on the door and I hoped it wasn't one of my parents.

"It's me," Jasper's soft voice said from the other end of the door. I slowly opened it and smiled weakly at him. "You okay?"

"The ham it…just made me feel really sick."

"That's happened to a few friends of mine," He smiled as he touched the back of his hand to my forehead. "Well, you don't feel warm or anything so I think you'll be okay."

"Did my parents ask what happened?"

"I think they think you cut yourself because you dropped your knife so quick," He told me. "I can put a bandage on your fake cut if you want me to." I smiled and nodded at his sweet gesture. He pulled out the first aid kit and put a band-aid on my pointer finger. "Dr. Brooks couldn't stop talking about you guys when you left."

"Really?"

"She said you remind her of herself when she was a senior in college," He smiled. "She's a great doctor."

"I liked her. Thanks for setting that up."

"Anytime," He smiled. "Ready?"

"I'm going to go brush my teeth," I cringed. He went back to the kitchen while I went upstairs to brush my teeth.

I hated feeling like this, but it was only the beginning. I had a long way to go and telling Emmett was just the first part.