Here's the second update today! I hope you enjoy!


Chapter Twenty-Nine

I woke up with intense stomach pains. I rolled off of Edward and onto my side. Oh no. The familiar stomach flipping was started. There was an acidic taste in the back of my throat. I was shivering too; it was so cold.

The bed moved, making my stomach churn more.

"Bella?" Edward said tiredly a hand on my shoulder.

"Get your hand off me." I said through gritted teeth.

"Hey, watch it," he said sternly, "What's wrong?" He asked.

"I-I don't feel good." I said.

"Do you think you're going to…" before he could finish that, I vomited on the blanket.

He jerked out of bed quickly, turning on the light. I was coughing, trying to catch my breath as the vomit ceased into gags.

I heard the shower running. Then Edward ran back out of the bathroom.

"Come here," he said, pulling my soiled night dress over my head.

"I-I'm sorry," I started.

"Shh, it's okay." He said, lifting me out of the bed.

He sat me on my bottom in the shower, "Just sit under there until I come back okay?"

"Where are you going!" I demanded, holding his hand tightly.

"To change the bed," He said, "I'll be right back,"

I sat under the warm water, brushing the vile off of me. I could hear Edward moving around in the bedroom. It took him about fifteen minutes to clean the bed.

He came back into bathroom, holding a towel and a pair of my footies.

"Come here honey." He said, turning the water off.

I stretched my arms out, he wrapped the towel around me. It was warm. Then he carried me to the sink and sat me down on the counter.

"Brush your teeth," He asked.

I brushed my teeth while he brushed out my head and pulled it up into a sock bun. Then he dressed me in my footies.

He lifted me off the counter again and laid me on the bed. My stomach was still upset and I had that awful sick feeling in my head. He pulled the blankets up around my neck.

"Here's the trashcan, if you have to throw up again. Do you want me to get you some ginger ale?" he asked.

I nodded, "Can I have some in my bottle please?" I asked in a cracked voice.

"Yes baby." He said.

I lifted my arms up, "I want to go with you." I whined.

"Sweetheart just stay in bed okay?" He said.

"Nooo! I want you!" I started crying.

"Okay, okay." He said, lifting me.

I was still crying into his shoulder. I wasn't a hundred percent sure why I was crying; maybe it was because I was sick.

"Shhh sweetie, shhh. It's okay baby, stop crying." He said as he made my bottle. I watched him pour ginger ale, "Do you want some crackers?" he asked.

I shook my head, my thumb in my mouth.

"Okay." He handed me the bottle and started upstairs.

"Can we read?" I asked.

"No, honey, we need to go to bed. You're sick, you need sleep." He said, tucking me back into our bed.

I sniffled and drank my bottle as he crawled in beside me. I snuggled into his side.

The Next Morning

I threw up three times after he changed the bedsheets. But, I woke up feeling okay. Of course, overprotective Edward wasn't going to let up.

"Bella, you're staying home. You were very sick last night and you could still be sick. I don't want you to go to school and come back even more sick than you were last night." He said, as he put his clothes on for work.

"Ugh, but daddy!" I whined.

"No buts young lady, you're staying in bed until I get home." He said.

"All day long! That's not fair! You're going to be in work forever!" I whined.

"No, I'm not. I'm planning on leaving early so I can come back here and take care of you," He said.

"I want you to stay home all day with me." I pouted, crossing my arms.

"I know baby, if I could take off all day I would. But I have to go in and do some things before I can come home." He said, "Now, you have your coloring books, the remote for up here, and a box of saltines and your ginger ale." He said.

My lip was poked out, "Can we do wedding planning when you get back? Tonight is our night to plan." I said.

He thought for a minute, "When I get back home, and you feel better, we can." He said.

"Can I at least go into my room and play? I do feel better." I said.

"No sweetie. Whatever made you sick last night could still be in your system, and I don't want you spreading it throughout the house." He said.

I groaned and thumped back against the bed. I was annoyed that I had to stay in bed and that Edward wasn't going to be here to keep me company.

He leaned down and kissed my forehead, "I'll be back soon honey. Then, if you're feeling okay, we'll plan the wedding and we'll play in your playroom."

I nodded and watched him go. I felt sad that he had to leave.

Edward's POV

I felt bad that I had to leave her home alone while she was sick; but I had to do a few hours of work. I was able to get off at 12:00.

I was sure she just had a little bug and it passed. But I just wanted to make sure it was only a bug and she wouldn't spread it around the house.

Bella's POV

I colored a ton of pages, watched some TV, and ate some crackers. It was boring. I wasn't sick. I wanted to play in my room. We just now got it all set up with everything and I wanted to play in it.

I groaned and thumped back onto the bed. I looked at my phone, then picked it up.

"Hey Alice." I said.

"Hey Bella, what are you up too?" She asked.

"Nothing. Lying in bed." I grumbled.

"You're not in class?" She asked.

"No, I was sick last night. But Edward made me stay home." I said.

"Ohh, got it," she said, "So are you bored?" She asked.

"Yes. So bored! I'm waiting on Edward to get home." I said.

"What time is he supposed to be home?" She asked.

"He said he'd be home early. But I don't know." I said.

"Hmm, it's almost lunch. He should probably be home soon." She said.

I sighed, "Yeah, I know. I'm just so bored!" I whined.

Edward's POV

I went into the administrator's office. Mrs. Denali had called me in there. I knocked tentatively.

"Come in!" She called.

Mrs. Denali was sitting behind her desk, looking over paperwork. She looked up and smiled at me.

"Edward, please sit." She motioned to the chair.

I sat.

"How are you?" She asked, pushing her papers aside.

"Fine, and you?" I asked.

"I am well," she clasped her hands together on her desk, "So, as you know, Dr. Messer retired this month. And I've been looking for a replacement as head doctor on the fifth floor. And I'm seriously considering you." She smiled.

I was a bit in shock, "Really? That's incredible." I said, floored that I'd actually be considered over the other doctors who had seniority over me.

"Yeah, well, I was reviewing everyone's time here and their performance, and I must say that you have done an incredible job. I know you haven't been here as long as some of the others, but I see something in you," she pointed her pen at me, "You are very, very observant when it comes to the patients. You get consistent positive reviews from patients and their families, and I believe you'd make an incredible head doctor." She said.

I nodded, "I would absolutely love to take Dr. Messer's place. It sounds like an incredible opportunity."

"That is awesome, I'm so glad," her smile widened, "Now, you have to do a bit of light training, but it only takes a week or two. The only inconvenience is a few conferences in New York you have to attend, but it's only for a week." She said.

I stopped my excitement, "A week in New York?" I said.

"Yes, but the meetings are only once a year. They meetings themselves aren't fun, but experiencing the city is nice. Paid dinners, paid hotel, it's not all bad. Plus, the nightlife is fun. I've been to a few." She said.

I nodded, looking passed her and thinking. One week in New York; I knew Bella couldn't take a week off, her school was strict about absences and she's already missed three days this semester. Personally, I didn't understand the rule, she made A's but the school wouldn't overlook it.

"Is everything okay?" She asked.

"Uh, yeah, I'm just not sure about the week in New York." I said.

She frowned slightly, "If you want the job, the meeting in New York is required. Really, the week flies by. Plus, it's a great opportunity for you. You move to head doctor, pick your own schedule, oversee everything. It would also help you in the future when you decide to open your own private practice." She said.

When she had interviewed me for the job my ten-year plan included running my own practice.

"Yeah, it's a great opportunity and I want it… But can I have the night to think it over please?" I asked.

She looked a little disappointed, "Of course."