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After witnessing Edward crying in his car, it seemed he altered for me in some way.

Although he probably didn't mean to do the things or say the things that he did, it was probably the Bipolar speaking; I found that it still didn't diminish the fact that I loved him.

I was filled with anguish and unease as we arrived at the grocery store to purchase a pregnancy test. I could tell Edward was afraid of what just happened within himself and I knew he was probably expecting me to say my goodbye's right there and then and leave him. And yet I couldn't seem to leave him... I didn't seem to want to.

After all, I wasn't about to break my promise. When Edward presented me a promise ring, I had agreed to fight through this with him, to carry on down along this road, together. I knew there was a high change of this being difficult - heartbreaking, I was beginning to realize now - when I noticed he was really suffering. But what if he never got better? What if things kept spiralling downward from here? Thinking such thoughts didn't seem to agree with me so much.

"Amazing," Edward says, shocked, as he walks ahead of me over to one of the aisles and inspects all the different pregnancy tests branded on the shelves. "Shall we get more than a few, just in case, or should one just suffice, love?"

I shrug, staring down at my hands. "I think they'll all say the same result that we need to know in the end. One should be good enough..."

As we line up to pay for the test, the lady behind the counter looks at the both of us inquiringly, as she scans the little pink pack, for more than what was probably deemed necessary; I could tell she knew what we were here for, obviously. I idly wondered if she had a lot of teenagers coming in here in the middle of the night, who were careless enough to risk getting pregnant without using contraception like we had been.

I was instantly relieved as we exited the store, the small, imposing packaged box containing the test that we rested the fates of our lives on tucked away underneath my arm, as we strolled back to Edward's car slowly and making halted, brief conversations in the dark.

Halfway toward Irina's house, we were both silent, distracted with thoughts of a new, exhilarating life a child could bring to the both of us and still a little afraid to speak about what happened before, as Edward drives his Volvo cautiously along the ruler-straight highway, wary not to push too high speeds in case he crashed. I knew he was only doing it to take extra precautions for what may or may not be growing inside of me, and for that it made me extra appreciative.

"So, what's the worst that could happen with all of this?" Edward speaks at last, breaking the bubble of silence and nervous tension between us once and for all.

I look over at him and say the first thing that enters my mind without hesitation. "There's many things to take into consideration if the test is positive, Edward... so many things that we need to do to make this work."

Edward taps his fingers against the steering wheel before meeting my gaze and smiling at me crookedly. "Like what things exactly?"

"For one thing, neither of us has a job..." I prompt gently. "We don't get constant supplies of income, nor do we live in our own apartment..."

"But all of that can be easily salvaged, though," he tells me cheerfully, glancing out the window quickly and into the pitch-black darkness.

Despite my ever-present concerns, Edward was amazingly optimistic about the whole gruelling task that might be ahead of us; I found I quite liked it how he was being this way. It seemed to soothe me and all of the stresses I felt over everything.

"I can ask Carlisle about perhaps organizing me to work shifts at his work..." He continues softly. "Although, it won't be as much as he is getting as a doctor." He raises a hand, raking his fingers through his bronze, tousled hair, frowning as he thinks this through. "And we can easily survey the weekly newspapers for any cheap apartments up for lease."

I consider, nodding. "But it's easier said than done, ultimately."

He gives me a funny look of disbelief. "Yeah, but, it will take you – what? A week to find a job, considering how exceptionally bright and beautiful you are, love?" He shrugs as though it's nothing. "You have a good head on your shoulders, and that's all that matters in this world, frankly..."

"But so do you," I point out, smiling. "Don't you think your father will offer you a serious job if you ask him about it?"

"Me?" He raises his eyebrows, glancing over at me, looking at me as though I'm insane. "No, no serious jobs for me. To him, I'm abnormal..."

"You're not abnormal, Edward," I disagree strongly, shaking my head. "You'll never be abnormal. Besides, Carlisle knows what's happening now. He knows what you're going through – and accepts you – just like Esme and I do!"

He snorts derisively at my words, finding them humorous for some reason. "So Carlisle's informed now. It doesn't change anything." He shrugs and grimaces. "Why... why would Carlisle think of allowing me to work in the same practises that he does, while I remain like this?"

"Like what?"

"Mentally-ill, for one thing."

I sigh loudly in protest against his words, leaning my head back against the seat to stare at him. Why did he always have to talk about himself like that – in such negative terms? There were plenty of good things about Edward, things that he could offer the world... Even if he couldn't see them himself, or refused to see them.

"Can you even imagine what the orderlies and the nurses would think?" He continues softly, sceptical. "I mean, a mentally-ill person lecturing other mentally-ill patients on their diagnoses? Wouldn't that even be the slightest bit contradictory?"

"No. Not at all."

"I think I should be locked up in a mental ward with the rest of them, especially after tonight." It was as though to him, working at the hospital was the most bizarre notion in the world.

"Well, let's get back onto the subject," I tell him sternly, trying to steer our conversation back to the current little predicament we were experiencing right now. "How would you feel... if the results were positive? Would you be happy?" I scrutinize his face anxiously for any giveaway sign into what he is truly thinking, but he seems too wrapped up on our previous topic right now. "Sad, maybe?"

His expression turns deadly serious as he thinks my question through for a second. "Well, of course, I'd be delighted if the results were positive, love," he tells me, looking over at me honestly as though he needs for me to understand this. "It would be unquestionably wonderful to feel the profound changes it would make to my life." He smiles widely and gives me a pointed glance. "And not to mention yours," he adds brightly.

I nod, opening my mouth to ask him another question, but then he quickly holds up a hand and so I let him continue.

"But then, in a way, it seems my... disease is passed on through genetics. I wouldn't want her – or him, even – to suffer the same fate." His expression turns bleak and grim as he thinks this possibility through. Of course, I hadn't ever thought of that happening. I hadn't even known if it would be possible to happen... "It would just be another tragedy."

He raises a hand and rubs his eyes.

"Still, Carlisle and Esme will be absurdly proud to have a grandchild so young..."

I could almost see it, through his eyes, the exultation on Esme's face if we had announced a pregnancy on them; I was almost certain Esme would be very understanding and excited by this – not to mention my mother, Renee, the look on her face.

"But, and I'm not saying this by fact - I'm only basing this wholly on assumption – but... I believe my real father took away his life because he couldn't deal with the stress my biological mother's disease brought onto him," Edward continues after a moment, breaking me out of my blissful thoughts, lowering his voice. "If that's truly the case, then what life would that be like for our child? It would be a... abomination."

An abomination?

We are both silent after that, but his words kept playing on and on in my head, cutting at me like the sharpest edge on a knife. I hadn't thought of the risks, if we had a child together... that Bipolar Disorder could in fact be passed down into her.

I found it instantly strange that I automatically assumed that our first child together would be a her, but then in Edward's letter, it seemed almost as if it was this kind of telling premonition that we would in fact be having a little girl in the future, if not now, if the results did come out positive...

I was both excited and miserable.

In a few moments time, we would know for certain.