I don't own twilight, Stephanie Meyer does.

BPOV

"I bet I can," I mumbled. Edward looked at me questionably. "Who did you hear it from, Alice? Was it Tanya or Lauren; it could have been Jessica."

"Um… it was Tanya and Lauren. They were talking in the locker room. How did you find out about the rumors?" Alice asked confusedly.

"What rumors?" Edward asked.

"I was there when they started," I said at the same time Edward spoke.

"They discussed it in front of you? Have they no shame?" Alice exclaimed.

"They didn't know I was there. I was in a stall after lunch hour and didn't come out until they were gone," I explained.

"What rumors?" Edward asked again.

"I'm not sure what Alice heard but Lauren, Tanya, and Jessica were trying to figure out why I had been throwing up at the beginning of lunch hour. Apparently because I came after lunch, that means I can't have the flu so Lauren figured I was bulimic. Jessica was quick to agree with her because she thinks I'm depressed," I said without displaying any emotion. They just make me so mad! They don't have any right to talk about me behind my back. What did I ever do to them?

"Bella, that's not what I heard…" Alice trailed off like she was afraid to tell me what she had heard.

"Bella, it doesn't matter what they say. We know the truth and our families know the truth; that's all that matters," Edward said. He took my hand and gave me a small smile. I squeezed his hand before continuing.

"I know what you heard Alice. At first I thought Tanya was sticking up for me. She told them that it wasn't possible for me to be bulimic because I'm not thin enough, but she kept talking. She told them I was probably pregnant," I said.

"Bella, it doesn't matter if they know. We're not ashamed about our situation so there's no reason to worry about this," Edward said.

"Um…," Alice said. She had obviously heard more.

"That's not all. They're spreading around that you're not the father, Edward. They're saying the father is one of the La Push boys that hangs out with Charlie and Harry. Apparently they like to hang around our place because I'm a good fuck," I said. Edward was starting to look angry now. Maybe I shouldn't have told him the whole story; Edward's scary when he gets angry.

Edward took a deep breath before replying, "It doesn't matter. I know the truth and that's all that matters."

"I know. It just makes me angry. Don't they have anything better to do besides gossiping about me?"

"You have every right to be angry, Love, but if you let this get to you, they win. Don't worry; things will blow over. By next week they'll be done talking about you."

"That's still not all I heard," Alice said.

"Do I even want to know?" I asked.

"Um… it might be better to hear it from me and not someone else," she said.

"Just tell me then," I said. She's right; its better I'm angry or upset here than at school.

"Well apparently you have Aids and you spread it to a majority of the Native Americans in La Push," she said hesitantly.

I sighed, "Whatever," was all I said. I was going to try to not let this phase me.

"Let's just try and put this behind us. It's not going to do us any good to obsess over this," Edward said in a tight voice. I wish I could be as reasonable as Edward is. I know he's angry but he's remaining calm for my benefit.

The parking lot was nearly empty by the time Edward pulled out. We had gotten just outside of Forks when I felt that now familiar feeling.

"Edward, pull over," I said with urgency. He looked at me questionably but did as I asked.

"What's wrong?" he asked. I couldn't answer him; I was afraid of what would come out if I opened my mouth. I just shook my head at him. I wrenched the door open when the car came to a halt on shoulder of the road. I had barely made it three steps before I was throwing up again. Could this day get any worse?

"Are you alright?" Edward asked behind me.

"I've been better," I replied.

"Do you think you're going to throw up again?"

I honestly wasn't sure. "I don't think so. I'm nauseous but I don't think I'm going to throw up right now," I said.

"Do you feel alright otherwise?" I could tell he was starting to panic a little. He's normally a very calm person but when comes to me he tends to overreact.

"Yeah," I said.

"Then let's get you back in the car. I don't want you to get pneumonia or something." It was pretty cold outside and the rain was starting to pick up. It wouldn't be good for the baby if I got sick.

"Okay."

"How are you feeling, Bella?" Alice asked as soon as Edward shut the passenger door.

"I'm okay," I told her.

Edward got back in the car and started to drive again. "I'll get you something to help settle your stomach when we get home. I'm not sure what would help, but I'm sure Mom will." I shivered a little from the cold. "And a blanket."

"I'll get you a pair of Rose's sweatpants and one of my t-shirts; you need to get out of those wet clothes," Edward told me when we made it up to his room. He guided me over to his couch and kissed my check. "I'll be right back."

I sat there thinking about the day's events while I waited for Edward to come back. What did I ever do to deserve this? It wouldn't be so bad if they were just spreading around that I'm pregnant because, like Edward said, I'm not ashamed of our situation. They have to spread lies too. At least they used the information they had to come up with the pregnancy part, but no, they had to add in some stuff to make the gossip juicier. They can't just assume Edward isn't the father! And how are they just assuming I have Aides? It doesn't make sense!

I'm more worried about Edward than I am about myself. People are going to think his girlfriend cheated on him. They might even think I gave him Aides! What if he starts to hate me because of this? I don't know what I'd do without him.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. I was determined not to let this get to me. Just as a few tears started to leak out of my eyes, there was a knock on the door.

"Can I come in?" Rosalie asked.

"Sure," I said as I wiped the few tears that had fallen.

"Alice told me what happened today in school. I'm sorry you had to go through that," she said softly. She took a seat next to me on the couch. "I brought you some sweatpants. You can keep them; they shrunk in the dryer and don't fit me as well anymore. Edward said to take one of his t-shirts. He went to talk to Mom."

I nodded my head and went into Edward's walk in closet to get changed. When I came back out Rosalie was still on the couch. It was kind of weird; I'm not used to Rosalie being nice to me. In the past she wasn't too bad but she was never welcoming. She made me feel like I didn't belong here.

Not wanting to be rude, I sat down next her. "Thank you for the pants. This is much better."

"You're welcome," she said. There was an awkward pause before she started talking again. "Are you okay? I know it has to be tough."

"It is but I'm trying to not let it bother me."

"You know it's okay to be upset. Holding it in is just going to stress you out and that's not good for the baby," she said kindly.

I'm not sure how it happened but somewhere in-between thoughts of hurting my baby and fighting the tears my head ended up on Rosalie's shoulder. I just couldn't keep the tears in any longer. The sobs were still ripping through my chest when Edward came back in the room.

"Mom's going to bring…" Edward began before he noticed I was crying. "Bella!" he rushed over to me. I moved over so my head was on his shoulder and tried to calm myself down. He just held me and whispered how much he loves me and the baby while he let me cry. I'm not sure how much time had passed before I was able to stop the sobs. "How are you feeling?"

I know he wasn't just asking about how I was feeling physically. "I'm better now. I think I just needed to let it out."

"I'm sorry if I made you feel like you needed to hold it in."

"You didn't, Edward. I was just really set on not letting what they said get to me and then it just exploded," I said while wiping my eyes.

"It's okay to cry. You don't have to hold anything in around me. Maybe it would make you feel better to talk about it."

"I just feel helpless. There's nothing I can do to stop the rumors from spreading. And Edward, they're not going to just be saying things about me; they're going to be talking about you too. I don't want you to feel like I'm making your life difficult. I don't want to have to go through the stares and whispers."

"I don't want you to go through that either but we'll have to. It's not your fault. If we're going to blame anyone, we should be blaming Tanya, Lauren, and Jessica. As long as we lean on each other and don't hide how we're feeling, we'll be okay. I love you, Bella. Just because people start spreading rumors about us, that doesn't mean I won't love you anymore." He kissed the top of my head.

"I love you too."

"Are you okay now?"

"Yeah, I am. Thank you."

"Is everything okay in here?" Esme asked from the doorway. She had a mug and a plate of something in her hands.

"Yeah, everything's okay," I said. I realized Rosalie wasn't in the room anymore. She must have left to give us privacy.

"I brought you some peppermint tea and ginger cookies. I read online that it might help with the nausea."

"Thank you, Esme." She set it down on Edward's bedside table and then turned back to us.

"You should try to sleep for a little bit. I'm sure this has been an exhausting day for you," Esme said with a small smile on her face.

"I think I will. I really am tired. It's been a really long day," I said. It truly had been. It seemed like a few days had gone by since Edward picked me up for school this morning.

"Are you going to stay for dinner, Honey? I'm making tatter tot hot dish."

"Umm… that sounds really good but I don't want to leave Charlie to fend for himself."

"Why don't we invite Charlie over too," Edward suggested.

"That's a great idea. I'll call him," Esme said. "Drink your tea before it gets cold. Tell me if it helps or not. I found so many remedies to morning sickness; one of them is bond to work."

"We will, Mom, thank you."

"Yeah, thanks, Esme," I said.

"Oh it's no problem," Esme said on her way out of the room.

"Well, let's try that tea then. I might have to steal one of those cookies, Love; they look delicious," Edward said.

"I can share."

"I was kidding, Bella. I can go get my own. These are to make you feel better. I wish I could eat cookies when I'm sick," he laughed.