Two weeks pass. Only one more month until this baby comes and I can be at least a little more comfortable sleeping. Well, when I can sleep. I didn't get much sleep after Abby was born, even with Edward helping as much as he could. But that could only last so long before he had to go back to work. And it's not like he could've fed her in the middle of the night, anyway.
Unfortunately, Edward isn't going to be able to get any time off when the baby comes. Since he missed so many weeks after the accident, he can't get off. It made me mad at first, that the hospital would do this, but I guess I understand why. They aren't paying Edward to sit at home and do work. He has patients that he has to see, too.
He went back to work yesterday and he was so happy to. I don't know what he was more happy about, getting back to work or getting out of the house for more than just a couple of hours. I'm glad that he's happy about getting back. As much as I've enjoyed being home, I know that he's been wanting to get back, especially since the doctor said that he had to wait a couple more weeks.
Esme said that she would help out as much as we can. I would ask if Alice could stay for a few days after the baby is born, but I know that she's still going through all of the hurt with the miscarriage, so I don't want to put her in that position. Edward has talked to her a few times since her and Jasper told us. He says that he thinks she's starting to get back to her normal self, somewhat. The rest of the family knows now, so at least that's a step up, her telling everyone. I saw her the other day, and she seemed ok, but not completely better. She's talking a little more and making more eye contact. She told me that she opened up to Jasper after they went home that night and that seemed to help a little. I'm glad that she did. I would hate to see what would happen to them if she didn't talk to him about it.
Edward is working this evening, so it's just Abby and I for dinner. "Mommy," Abby says from across the table. "Why did daddy get a new car? Where is the silver one?"
"Because when you and daddy were in the accident, daddy's car got broken."
"Why didn't he fix it? Sometimes, he fixes my toys when they're broken."
"Daddy doesn't know how to fix cars. And the man that was going to fix it said that he couldn't. So daddy had to get a new one."
"Oh. Why couldn't the man fix his car?"
"Remember when daddy was upset that his favorite coffee cup broke? He couldn't fix it because it was in too many pieces. The car repair man couldn't fix daddy's car because it was in too many pieces when it got hit."
"Oh. I don't like his new car. It's not the same."
"You'll learn to like it, I promise. We'll have that car for a long time. And daddy needed a bigger car, anyway because we'll have your booster seat and the car seat in there for the baby soon. If you're done, you need to put your plate in the sink, please. Then go pick up your room." She gets up from the table and puts her things in the sink, then goes upstairs to her room.
I finish cleaning dinner up and put the leftovers in the fridge. My phone starts ringing from the other room and I go in to answer it. It's Jake, which is kind of weird, considering he usually doesn't call me. "Hey, Jake." I answer.
"Hi, Bells." He says in his usual cheery tone.
"What's up? I haven't talked to you in a while."
"I know. How is everyone since the accident and everything?"
"We're all fine. Edward went back to work yesterday, so he's happy and Abby was happy to get her cast off a few days ago."
"Good. I'm going to be in town tomorrow. Do you mind if I stop by?"
"Really? Yeah, you can definitely stop in. We should be home all day, so you can stop by anytime." I say. Tomorrow is Saturday and we don't have anything planned.
"Great. I have someone that I want you to meet."
"And would this person happen to be a girl?"
"Quite possibly." He laughs. "Her name is Katey."
"How long have you known Katey?"
"We met at a New Years' party. We've been dating for almost a month."
"Good. I'm glad that you're with someone." I say with complete sincerity. Jake loved me in high school, and even after. But I could never love him as more than a friend. I know it hurt him, but I couldn't envision a future with him. We grew up together, and I guess for him our relationship meant something more. But I was always in love with Edward. Jake was more like a brother or best friend to me, so now that he's found someone I can't be more happy for him.
"Thanks, Bella. Do you mind if we come over around one? Her parents live in Seattle and we're meeting them for dinner at five."
"Yeah, one sounds great, Jake."
"Alright. We'll see you then."
"Yup. Bye, Jake."
"Bye, Bella." He hangs up. I smile a little to myself. I hope Jake is happy with her. He's been in a few relationships since high school, but they were all short-term, none of them lasting more than a few months. I can't help but feel a little guilty about this sometimes because I know that he would be happy with me. Then I remember that I have Edward and I can't be any happier than I am now, especially with Abby and our little girl coming in just a few short weeks.
Abby comes down into the living room and asks if she can watch TV. I turn on her show and pretty soon she isn't watching it because she's playing with Lucky. She really does love that dog.
An hour passes and I make her change and brush her teeth. She climbs into bed and I tuck her in with a kiss in the forehead. Like any other night when Edward isn't home at bedtime, I give her two, one from me and one from him. Her eyes are closed before I even turn the light off.
I go downstairs to fold the laundry that's been sitting in a basket all day. I wasn't planning on folding it until tomorrow, but since Jake and Katey are coming over, I might as well do it now and I can put Abby's clothes away after she wakes up.
I hear Abby calling my name a while later as I sit on the couch watching TV. I look at the clock and see the time. 10:30. Why in the world is she awake? She calls for me again and I notice something off about her voice. It sounds shaky. I wobble up to her room as fast as my 8-month pregnant belly will let me and turn on the light.
She's sitting up in bed with tears streaming down her face. I wonder why she's crying. She runs up and hugs my legs. "Abby, what's wrong?" I look down at her. "Why are you crying?"
"I had a bad dream." She says in between sobs.
I walk her back to her bed and she sits by my side since she can't fit on my lap. "What was it about?"
"Me and daddy in the car crash. But daddy wouldn't wake up when I tried to wake him up."
Crap. Just when I thought she wouldn't go through PTSD and this happens. "Baby, it was just a bad dream. It wasn't real. There's nothing to worry about, I promise." Finally her sobs seem to calm down a little and she gets a ton of snot on my shirt, but I don't really care.
"Why wouldn't daddy wake up in my dream?" She asks.
I don't know how to answer that question, so I only respond with, "I don't know, Abby. But it's ok because daddy isn't going anywhere." Edward shows up in the doorway quietly with a sad look on his face. He must be thinking the same thing that I am about the PTSD. Abby finally calms down enough to fall back asleep. I walk out of the room with Edward and we go discuss it.
AN: I'm sorry this is so late! I had people in for fall break and that mixed with writer's block just don't go together well.
