Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. crowd below gasps in shock and horror. There is much tittering and gossip Furthermore! Nor do I own any of the characters besides the embryo! There is much swooning and the crowd is full of weeping mourners
BPOV
I woke up early in the morning. I could hear my angel down at breakfast. I was tired, but chilly, so I decided to leave the lights off but put on a sweatshirt. I got one on and traveled down stairs. As soon as he saw me, Edward ran up to me, picked me up, and carried me down the rest of the way to the floor. After he set me down, he looked at my sweat shirt and frowned. What was wrong? I looked down at the offensive item. Was there a stain on it? No, I realized in horror, it was the sweatshirt I had snuck past Alice and Baby's Beginnings. Oops.
"Bella, what is that?" asked Edward, with barely controlled rage.
"I- I got it when I went shopping with Alice. Don't blame her; I snuck it past her without her noticing. I didn't mean to wear it now; I just put it on without the lights on today. I was tired." I stammered, trying to explain.
"Really? Continue. Explain to me why you chose this in the first place."
"Um, OK... well, I like it. It shows how I feel towards my pregnancy and you"
"Great Bella, but I don't like it. I don't find it humorous."
"That's what Alice thought you'd say. I want it and I'm keeping it."
"Bella," he sighed, "you are so stubborn. I won't let you keep it."
"I know I'm stubborn. It's fun. I don't care what you want, I'm keeping it"
"Bella, no."
"Yes,"
"No," and before I knew what was happening, the sweatshirt was off and hovering dangerously over the trash.
"NO!" I ran over, picked it out of his hands, and put it on. "Don't even think about it, Edward Anthony Masen Cullen."
"OK!" Alice announced just then as she came walking in and she gasped, seeing what I was wearing and Edward across from me, both of us with our hands on hips.
"Bella! I told you not to get that!"
"I didn't listen," was my witty comeback. "And Edward's letting me keep it."
"Since when?!"
"Fine," Alice huffed and walked out of the kitchen, back the way she came.
"Bella, love, be reasonable. Besides, look at what it asks me to do. If I bit you right now, our child would most likely die from lack of nutrition and room to grow," He sighed, pulling his hand through his hair. "Do you see how looking at that would create stress when I look at it?" My eyes became blurry as the tears rolled out of them and down my cheeks. Edward gasped. "Oh, what did I do now? What's wrong, love? What did I say? I'm so sorry for what ever it is. Oh, Bella, please stop crying. I love you so much." His face was twisted with regret and guilt. I wanted to stop bawling. Truly, I did, but the tears wouldn't cease and a feeling of anger mixed with heart-wrenching sadness boiled up from the depths of my very large stomach and spread throughout my body. I had to get away. I shoved my hand out in front of me as if to stop him from coming near me. Then I turned and ran. I ran to my truck, got in, and turned it on. I put it on full blast at its high of 50 mph and drove away.
I drove off my anger leaving only the sadness. I didn't realize where I was going until I pulled into Jacob's house in La Push. Edward couldn't follow me here, I thought, but didn't stop crying. I didn't have the energy to get out of the car so I just sat there head in arms supported by the steering wheel. I don't know how long I was there, only that by the time the door creaked open the steering wheel was so wet it looked like it might have to be replaced. Luckily, my favorite mechanic had just opened the door and could give me an analysis.
"Bella! What happened?!" I had to tell Jacob. He would comfort me, help me see reason. Tell me what to do. I had to start at the beginning. With Edward. But I was crying so hard I couldn't make words.
"E-E-E-Ed" That's all Jacob needed.
"That blood-sucker did this?! I swear I'll kill him!" Then he noticed my stomach. "Look at that! Did he do that, as well? Swell you up like that?" I nodded. It wasn't what Jacob thought, but he needed an answer and I couldn't talk. "Bella, we have to get you inside. Come on, I'll carry you. It's going to be all right." He picked me up and took me up to his bed. He left, and I curled up with one pillow under my head and the other between my legs and up to my face. I breathed in his scent and began to calm down, my laud screams turning to soft, body-shacking sobs. Since the room had quieted down, I could hear Jacob talking to Billy.
"…And her stomach's all huge, too. Like some massive swelling. I didn't look closely, because I didn't want to upset her further, but she's a wreck. I don't know what he did, but whatever it was he'll pay." Then Billy spoke.
"She seems to have quieted down a bit. Go try and talk to her. Don't take any rash action until you know the full story."
"Okay," I heard Jacob coming up the stairs, "Bella?" He asked, tentatively.
"Mm hmm?" I asked through the pillow. I didn't trust my ability to speak quite yet.
"Bella, what happened? You can tell me. It might be hard, but I need to know. Bella?" He got slowly onto the bed next to me and awkwardly started rubbing my back.
"E-E-Ed" I couldn't say his name, "He d-d-didn't like my s-s-sweatshirt and he s-s-said if I kept it h-h-he'd," I couldn't go any further. I had tried my hardest only to start sobbing at the end.
"Shhhh, Bella. It's okay. He can't get you here. You're safe. You can do it. You're strong. Just please, please finish what you were saying. For me?" he asked, pleadingly. I could try. For Jacob. I rolled over onto my side and buried my face in his chest."
"He s-s-s-said he'd k-k-k-k-ki-kill," I couldn't say any more. I wasn't as strong as Jacob thought I was.
"He said he'd kill you?!" Jacob was enraged.
"N-n-no." I pointed at my enlarged tummy and hoped he understood. He didn't.
"Bella, it's going to be okay." He pulled me into his lap. Once he did, he read my sweat shirt.
"OH," he exclaimed. "Bella," he added softly. He was upset. I shouldn't have come here. I clung to his shirt so he couldn't disappear. But I was startled when he began once more stroking my back. "It's okay, Bella. He's not here. You need to sleep. For both your health. I'll be right back." I didn't let go. He chuckled. "Relax. I'm coming back. Promise." I sighed and loosened my grip. He pried me the rest of the way off and went down stairs. I heard him dialing, then start talking. Yelling, I suppose, is a better description.
"YOU DISGUSTING LEACH! YOU MAKE HER PREGNANT AND THREATEN TO KILL HER CHILD IF SHE DOESN'T GET RID OF A SWEAT SHIRT?!" He listened for a bit, then, "YES, SHE'S HERE. SHE'S PHYSICALLY SAFE, BUT SHE'S AN EMOTIONAL WRECK! NOT THAT YOU WOULD CARE!" Another pause. "No, I will not bring her. Not after what you did. When she is ready to face you again maybe I'll bring her to you. Now she needs ME, not some threatening, harassing, fiancée. Goodbye, Blood-sucker." And he hung up the phone. By this time, I was struggling to stay awake. Jacob came back up.
"Bella?" He whispered, "You awake?"
"Barely," I stage-whispered back. I just felt so at ease with Jacob.
"You should get some sleep," I could feel the blackness at the edges of my vision threatening to engulf me, but I had one matter of business to attend to before I could allow unconsciousness to take over.
"Where will I wake up?" It was confusing, but it was all I could come up with. He understood.
"Right here, Bella," Okay, I could relax now.
"'anks," I murmured.
"You're welcome." Then, I fell asleep to a dream of Edward's fangs and Jacob's protective claws.
