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Chapter 8

BPOV

My eyes began to flutter open. I looked around me. I was in my room…in my bed again. This was becoming a habit.

However, everything came rushing back to me this time and I knew nothing had been a dream. All the things that had been happening were very much real.

It was dark outside. Was it still the same day? How long have I been out? I needed to find my dad. I got out of the bed and headed downstairs to look for him.

When I got downstairs, my dad was sitting on the couch watching the television. I figured it was sports. As I came closer to the living room I could hear the sounds from what he was watching. It was old home movies. Home movies from before Mom and I moved away from Forks.

As I got closer to my dad I could see the tears streaming down his face as he watched the TV screen. I felt tears falling down my own face as well. I sat down next to him on the couch and snuggled into him.

We sat like that for what seemed like forever. I looked at the clock on the entertainment center and it said that it was about 10:00pm. I was assuming it was still the same day just later at night.

As I watched my mom on the screen, I thought about how carefree she was. She was such a free spirit. It felt really strange to think about her in the past tense. As sad as I was that she was gone and I would never see her again…I couldn't help but wonder…what now?

Dad had said he wanted my mom to get here before he would give me any answers. Well…she is never coming…so what now?

I looked over at Charlie. He was still silently crying. He was still in love with my mom after all of these years. I wondered if he had called Phil to let him know what happened. I am sure he did. He was her husband after all, Phil needed to know.

I didn't know where all of my strength was coming from. Maybe it was the life growing inside of me. Do I believe that now? Do I believe that I am really pregnant with Edward's baby?

Yes, I think that I do.

One thing is for sure. If I was pregnant I would have to be strong for my little one because there were definitely going to be challenges in our lives.

And I need to be strong for my dad. He is always there for me. It's my turn to be strong for him. The love of his life is dead.

Mine just abandoned me.

I really needed to try to get some answers from my dad though. I looked over at him and he was still racked with grief.

I decided that for now…I should just let him be. I got up from the couch and went into the kitchen. I was really hungry so I was sure Dad was as well.

I looked around the kitchen to see what we had to make. I forgot that I had defrosted some steaks for us yesterday. They would still work for today. I preheated the broiler for the steaks and poured the marinade over them. I pricked the potatoes with forks and started them in the microwave. I then opened up a couple of cans of green beans and poured them into a sauce pot.

If I am really pregnant…I need to make sure to eat lots of vegetables for my baby.

After I had put the steaks into the broiler and checked on the potatoes, I heard Charlie come into the kitchen. He had his hands in his pockets and his eyes were red and puffy from crying.

He spoke softly, "Bells what are you doing?"

I stopped and turned to answer him.

"Isn't it obvious?" I laughed. "I am making us something to eat Dad. I don't know about you but I am starving."

I went back to what I was doing.

"Bella you didn't have to do this. We could have ordered pizza or something. I am surprised that you even feel like eating aft--…after everything."

He looked down at the floor.

"Well Dad, I need to keep my strength up. According to you, I am eating for two."

He nodded, "Yes…you are."

I shrugged and he sat down at the kitchen table.

"The food is almost ready."

"Ok" he replied.

I turned to face him. "Dad, are you going to give me any answers now?"

He sighed, "Bella…I will. I promise. We have to get things settled with…your mom first…the arrangements."

"Ok Dad but I am going to need these answers soon. You can't just leave me hanging. I don't understand anything that is going on around here. And I am so confused. So please, you have got to talk to me."

"I will Bells, I promise. We will discuss everything. I had been hoping to have the moral support of your mom. Now I am going to have to handle this all on my own. But it will all be okay. I promise kid."

I gave him a small smile and then went to dish out the food onto our plates.

I began eating my meal. I was devouring it like I hadn't eaten in a week.

My dad started to eat and then dropped his silverware and shouted, "Bella what are you doing??!!"

I was startled and dropped my silverware out of my hands and said, "What? I am eating."

"Bella look at our steaks. You barely cooked them. They are not anywhere near done."

I looked down at my plate. The steak was practically raw and yet I couldn't get enough of it.

"Oh my God! What is wrong with me?" I began sobbing.

My dad was beside me in instant putting a reassuring arm around my shoulder.

"It's aright Bells. I knew this would happen. It just took me by surprise, that's all. Don't be ashamed honey. You can't help it."

"Is this because of the baby? Because of the vampire half of it?"

"Something like that" Charlie stuttered out. He then grabbed his plate and said, "I'm just gonna cook mine a little while longer…you go ahead and uh….eat."

I returned to my plate of food and finished it off in just a few minutes.

Dad came back to the table after he finished cooking his steak.

"Dad, are you sure that I am pregnant?"

Charlie gave me a weak smile and said, "Yeah Bells, I am sure…but if it will make you feel better…I will go and get you a pregnancy test."

"I believe you Dad. Plus, I think I can feel it."

Charlie looked up from his food again, "You can feel the baby already?"

"Not so much the baby itself so much…as…just a feeling that there is something inside of me…growing."

I still would like to know how the hell my dad knows all of this but I knew it would have to wait. Right now…we have funeral arrangements to make…for my mom. This reminded me about Phil.

"Oh yeah…Dad, did you um, call Phil and tell him what happened?"

"Yeah I did Bells. He will be here as soon as we call him with the arrangements. He thought it would be best if we handled them. And because of everything going on…when he comes into town for the visitation and the funeral…I think it would be best if he stayed at a hotel."

"Ok, Dad…whatever you think. It's not like we really have the space here for house guests anyway."

He chuckled, "I suppose not."

I really did wonder though, what had Charlie spooked about Phil staying with us.

"So Dad…can you at least tell me why you really think Phil shouldn't stay here. Does it have to do with my baby?"

"Well Bells, it's not like this kind of thing happens every day…so we don't really know what to expect…I think it would just be better this way. And for Phil also. He didn't seem very comfortable with the idea of sleeping in the same house as Renee's ex-husband. He seemed very relieved when I told him I would book a hotel room for him."

I nodded.

"Bells, why don't you go ahead and head up to bed. I'll clean up everything. Tomorrow is going to be a long day sweetheart."

"Ok Dad."

I got up and pecked Charlie on the cheek and then headed up to my room. I did my nightly rituals and then climbed into bed.

I had a couple of grueling days ahead of me. They would not be fun.

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The next day was spent making funeral arrangements for my mom. It was a Thursday. My mom's visitation was to be on Friday night and then the funeral was to be Saturday afternoon. Phil was flying in on Friday morning and my dad and I were going to take him out to dinner before we all headed to the funeral home together for the wake.

I had begun having morning sickness…big time…they day after my mom was killed. Although I don't know why the hell they call it morning sickness…more like all the time sickness.

My stomach was always in an uproar. Dad thought it was nerves too. I had been through a lot lately.

The day of the wake, I dressed in my most ominous, darkest, most depressing dress I could find.

Dad and I were quiet as we headed to the airport to pick up Phil. He wasn't staying long. He was riding to the wake with my dad and me, and then we would take him back to his hotel. Then we would pick him up for the funeral and then he was catching a late flight out right after.

What else was there for him to do? His wife was gone. He had no ties to me anymore. Phil was cool and all but all I needed was my dad, Charlie.

So it's not like there was anything for him to stick around for.

I felt like I was outside of my body and watching everything that was going on around me as an outsider.

We got Phil and went to dinner. The Lodge is where we went, Charlie's favorite. My mom hated this place. The dinner conversation was kept to a pleasant minimum.

The three of us then headed over to the funeral home. Well this was depressing. We walked in and I saw the coffin there. It was closed casket. The accident was pretty bad. They said my mom died instantly so she didn't suffer but the…the body was unrecognizable. Charlie and I thought closed casket would be best.

We had taken the most beautiful picture I had of her and had it blown up and placed in front of the casket. My mom. My crazy, carefree, harebrained, loveable mother. I missed her so much already. My Renee.

My baby would never know its grandmother.

This made me so very sad.

At least my baby still had its grandpa though.

I found myself in front of the casket, staring at all of the flowers, and the life size portrait of my mother.

I heard footsteps behind me and then heard a masculine voice speak, "She was very beautiful."

"Yes she was," I said as I turned to see who I was speaking to.

There were two young men standing there. They looked to be about my age, perhaps a little older. They were both very handsome.

One was about 6'3" with deep brown eyes, kind of brown like mine, and brown messy hair. The other one was a little shorter, at about 6' with blonde hair that was in a buzz cut, and bright baby blue eyes that sparkled. They were so pretty.

They both looked like they were exceptionally built and they were dressed nice for the wake.

The shorter one held out his hand to mine, "I'm sorry. How rude of us. My name is Nick and this is my brother, Ian. You are Bella right? Renee's daughter?"

"Yes" I replied. I took his hand and shook it and then reached my hand out to shake Ian's. He took my hand and shook it.

"It's a pleasure Bella," Ian said.

"It's nice to meet you two also. But, please forgive me, who are you? Do I know you?"

I had never seen them before in my life, but yet I felt as if I knew them. And this feeling increased after I had shaken both of their hands.

They exchanged a pointed look with one another before Ian spoke up, "Um…well no you don't know us. We have never actually met before…but…um…our parents knew each other."

"Oh well are they here to pay their respects as well?"

I began to look around for adults who might be these two men's mom or dad.

Nick spoke this time, "No, they were unable to make it. So we are here in their place…to pay our respects for them."

"Oh ok…well I guess I better go find my dad."

Ian touched my arm to stop me.

I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something familiar about these two.

Suddenly my mind was flooded with an image of my mom. A much younger version of my mom. She was lying in a hospital bed crying…they looked like happy tears. She was reaching her arms out for something. Then a woman began handing her babies. Three of them. I could tell from the picture in my mind that one of the babies was me.

But who were the other two?

This felt like it was a memory or something.

A vision of a memory?

What the hell was that?

I came back to the present and saw Ian and Nick still standing in front of me. I started swaying and Nick grabbed me to steady me.

"Whoa there Bells don't fall."

My head shot up and I looked at him directly in the face. "How did you know that?"

"Know what?" Nick asked.

"How did you know to call me Bells? Only my family and my closest friends call me that and I have never seen you two before!"

"Oh um…well your name is Bella, and um…well…Bells just kinda slipped out…it um seemed to fit…naturally."

I gave him a weary look. I didn't believe that for one minute. Something was going on here. And I was going to figure out what the hell it was.

Ian spoke up, "Well we better get out of here Nick. We've taken up enough of Bella's time. She has other guests and she needs to go find her dad."

"Yeah of course. Well it was a pleasure Bella."

And with that they both took off out of the funeral home without another word.

Well that was sure weird.

So many people kept coming up to me to pay their condolences that I never got a chance to see or speak to Charlie before it was time to leave the funeral home.

Then we had Phil with us.

But once we had dropped him off at the hotel, I asked Charlie about Nick and Ian. He gave me the same exact story that they did…word for word. And I didn't believe it out of him either. I didn't tell him about the strange vision of my mom that I had…even though it felt more like a memory…which wasn't possible because I was just a teeny tiny newborn…too small to remember anything.

And besides who the hell were the other two babies if that was a memory? Why did I have that vision/memory after Ian touched my arm? Why did I feel as if I knew those two?

Things were getting stranger and stranger and somebody better start giving me answers.

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Today was going to be hard. Today was my mother's funeral. We were putting her in the ground. I hate funerals.

I really wished Edward was here. I needed him so badly right now. I broke down in the shower this morning. I cried my eyes out. I let the shower wash away my tears and I cursed the day that I ever met Edward Cullen. Damn him! Damn him and damn his family! I made a decision right then and there.

I was done.

No more giving my heart.

None! I will give my heart to my baby and my dad and that's it.

No more room for anything else. Everyone I love leaves me.

My dad yelled up the stairs that it was time to go get Phil and head to the funeral.

Oh joy.

The funeral was awful. Silent tears ran down both my face and Charlie's. Phil's eyes were full of tears but they didn't spill over as ours did.

I looked around during the service and I saw that Nick and Ian were there. Their eyes were watery. Why would they be crying?

I tried to push it out of my head and concentrate on what the preacher was saying.

When the funeral was over I had a tearful goodbye with Phil at the airport and then Charlie and I headed back to our house.

When we arrived at the house there was a big jeep in the driveway. My heart skipped a beat and then stopped for a minute because I thought it was one of the Cullens.

I darted out of the car and to the porch but saw Nick and Ian sitting on the front porch swing…not any of the Cullens.

Charlie came up behind me and said, "Nick, Ian…I told you guys to wait until we were home and then I would call you."

Ian shrugged and said, "We couldn't wait. We need to get this all out in the open now."

Charlie nodded and unlocked the front door. We all went inside.

"Bells let's go sit down in the living room." Charlie took my arm and tried to lead me into the living room.

I snatched my arm away from him and exploded, "NO! I WILL NOT GO SIT IN THE LIVING ROOM! YOU KEEP PUTTING ME OFF DAD! AND I WANT ANSWERS NOW!!! HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THE CULLENS? HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT MY BABY??? WHO ARE THESE GUYS?"

I was practically hyperventilating I was so upset when Ian spoke and said, "We are your brothers Bella."

My eyes rolled back into my head and as I was falling to the floor, I felt strong arms wrap around my waist to catch me before I fell into blackness.

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