(((Not mine.)))
It's been three weeks since the rape.
Edward never leaves my side and my dad has yet to go home.
"Edward," I whisper as I slowly come out of my dreaming state.
"Yes, love?"
"Will you help me to the bathroom?" Morning sickness really sucks.
"Of course, love," he cradled me in his arms before standing up from the bed we were both lying on.
"Isabella?" Dad asked, walking into the room with a slightly worried expression.
"Yeah, old man?" the worried expression faded slightly into a smile at the old nickname, but quickly went back to the worried expression.
"Are you okay?" Dad still wasn't use to the morning sickness.
"Yeah, Dad, I'm fine," I covered my mouth when bile rose in my throat. Edward calmly walked me into the bathroom and sat me down in front of the toilet. He held back my hair as I emptied my stomach's contents into the toilet bowl.
"All better?" he asked once I finished. I nodded and he wiped off my mouth with a piece of toilet paper.
We stood up, I blushed my teeth and Edward watched from the now-flushed toilet.
"Hungry?" he asked. I nodded again and he scoped me up into his arms and headed for the steps. I just hope I can keep it down this time…
I came out of my haze of thoughts when Edward steed into the kitchen. Something smells good, but who's cooking? Last time I checked, Dad couldn't make jelly-toast without setting something on fire.
"Esme came over," Edward explained, "Alice had a vision that you'd like some French-toast today, and she's the only one who knew how to make it."
"Oh," Esme has been doing so much for me. She is the only one who knows what pregnancy really feels like, because she is the only one that has had a child. Rose has been doing a lot, also, as has Alice. And Jasper is the one who keeps me mood in check most of the time.
"Hello, dear, how are we feeling this morning?"
"We are feeling hungry," I replied, digging into French-toast Esme had made, "Mm, this is so good!"
"I'm glad you're enjoying it, dear," she gave me a pleased smile before turning to the sink and cleaning the dishes. I would have told her that I could get it, but apparently I can't do anything. At lest, that's what everyone else thinks.
"I need to go back to school," I announced, once I finished the yummy French toast.
"Are you sure, Bella?" Carlisle asked.
"Yeah, I need to go back to school, and so does everyone else. You can't just drop everything because I'm pregnant, suspicions will rise! You will have to move!"
"Calm down, Bella," Edward said while rubbing my back in soothing circles. I'm not sure what got me to calm down first, his smell or his voice. They are both so nice, so sweet and caring and…
Oh God. I think I'm in love with Edward.
What do I do?
Do I tell him? No, no I can't tell him. If he doesn't like me that way, then I'd just be making a fool of myself and he'd probably never talk to me again.
Wait, he calls me love! Maybe that means something…not, he might call all his female friends that…
"Bella?" Edward asked, bringing me out of my thoughts.
"Yes?"
"Maybe you aren't ready to go back to school if you just randomly go off into space like that…"
"I've always done that," I interject. He looks towards Dad, who nods in amusement.
"If Bella is going to go to school, I'm going to pick her out an out fit!" I groan at Alice's suggestion, but nod in agreement anyway. She squeals and runs up stairs to my room and into my closet.
"I should take a shower now," I say as I stand up to walk up stairs. Before I can take my first step, I'm scooped up into Dad's arms and ran upstairs.
(((I've never been pregnant, to info in here most likely not accurate…)))
