I am so sorry it took so long to get this chapter out. My Computer crashed twice and I had to start all over again...twice. Thanks to Twilightmommyof4girls for getting to this so quickly!

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Okay to answer questions: Yes Bella has amnesia. It is retrograde Amnesia- where someone can only remember up to a certain time or event and then the rest is lost for a while until they regain their memory. Yes, she even forgot about who the Cullens were. She did not lose the baby, but had an abruption (I had this w/ one of my kids and it was so horrible)!

"Bella?"

I took my time and blinked twice, very deliberately.

"Ahh, Bella," the man, who I believed to be Edward, said. "Thank you, God. Thank you."

He moved closer, and grabbed my hand that was currently entangled with cords and my IV.

"I am so sorry about everything. You have no idea how sorry."

What did he have to be sorry for? He didn't put me in here.

He stood up, leaned closer to me and turned on a light over my bed. "Can you understand me, Bella?" he asked and squeezed my hand.

I blinked twice again at him. I wanted to talk and say something to him, anything, but the tube that was down my throat made that impossible.

"I know that I am not supposed to say too much to you just yet, but I have so much to say," he said as a stray tear fell from the corner of his left eye. "The most important of which, is that I love you, more than anything in this whole entire world. And I promise that I will spend the rest of my life trying to make all of this up to you."

I didn't understand what he was talking about. He loved me? This awesome, beautiful man, loved me?

I had no idea who he was or how I knew him, but I could tell that he meant something to me. I just did not know how.

I strained against the tube that was in my throat to let him know that I wanted to talk with him, to understand everything that was happening to me.

"Don't talk, Bella. The doctors wanted to wait until you were conscious before they removed your breathing tube," he said.

How long was I out for?

I wanted to move, sit up, something.

I moved my arm and grabbed onto the sheet that was underneath my body.

"Bella, hold on. I am going to go get a nurse." He left my side and went into the hall. I could hear his voice as he first, asked for a nurse to come check on me and then instructed someone to go get his father.

The room seemed vacant except the sound of the water swishing and the two heart beats that were trying to beat almost simultaneously. I moved my right foot to the side and turned my head to the left to watch as my previous visitor entered the room again, followed by a nurse and a doctor.

"Bella, how are you feeling?" the nurse asked as she came over to raise the head of my bed up a little.

I grunted again to communicate.

Two other nurses and a doctor came into my room and over to my bed.

"Bella, we are going to take the tube out of your throat so that you can talk. Your throat will be very sore, and I don't want you to try to talk above a whisper. Do you understand?" one of the doctors said.

I blinked twice at him. I wanted this out of me.

Once the tube was out of my throat, I tried to speak. I wanted answers. But my throat was so scratchy it hurt to even attempt the softest of sounds.

"I want you to wait a little while before you try talking. Okay, Bella?" the doctor instructed before he left me alone in the room with Edward. Edward had asked his father to call everyone and let them know that I was up and alert.

"What happened?" I whispered to Edward.

Edward was standing up next to the window, the backdrop of the early morning sunrise was creating an amber aura surrounding him. He looked like an angel.

"Bella, try not to talk." He walked over to seated himself in the chair next to my bed.

"What happened?" I asked, my voice horse.

"You're not going to listen are you?" He did know me well.

I shook my head.

"Bella, I'll tell you everything. Just wait until everyone gets here."

I closed my eyes, knowing that I was too tired to put up a fight. Better to save my energy for when I have a real fighting chance.

I must have fallen into a deep sleep, because I woke up to my family and Alice all around my bed.

"Bella, are you awake, honey?" my mom cried out. A few tears were present on her face.

"Hi, Mom," I responded. My voice was a little more confident. I grasped her hand and squeezed it tightly.

"Oh, baby." She leaned over my bed and pulled my body into hers.

It felt right.

My dad interrupted our small reunion. "Bells, you had us so scared."

"Sorry."

Rose and Alice both came up to my bedside and took up my mother's post at my side.

"How are you feeling?" Rose asked, her face glistening with wetness.

"I don't really know. What happened?" I asked and looked around to all of them for an answer.

Any answer.

My mother stepped forward and sat in the chair previously occupied by my angel, Edward. "What do you remember?"

I was confused by her misdirection. "Going to classes. Home. Ummm…Day to day stuff."

Alice shot my mother a strained glance. "When do you remember, Bella?"

I sat myself up in my sterile, uncomfortable, hospital bed and looked at all four of their apprehensive faces. It was then that I glanced at my ever swelling stomach. I placed both of my hands on belly and felt a slight kick. I closed my eyes and said, "I'm pregnant."

But by who?

When I opened my eyes, I watched all of their faces become a bit more relaxed. Rose was the first one to speak, "What do you remember about me, Bella?"

What I remembered was going to school with her and Alice. Doing everything with her and Alice.

I scanned her face looking for any subtle differences that I could detect. When I found none, I started to observe anything different about her, which should not be that hard considering she was my twin sister. I was just about to give her an answer when I spotted a huge diamond on her ring finger of her left hand. That could only mean one thing.

A flash came before my eyes of Rose in wedding gown with Alice and I standing right next to her. All three of us were laughing.

I squinted my eyes trying to bring the picture that faded away back into view. When I opened them I questioned, "You're married?"

"Yes. Yes, you see, she does remember. Oh, Bella," she shrieked as the tears started to roll down her face. "Wait till I call Emmett," she started to say as she pulled out her cell phone.

"Rose, I don't really remember. I only figured it out because of this," I explained and raised up her left hand for clarification.

I hated to watch as I disappointed her. I wanted to remember. I wanted to remember my only sister's wedding. I wanted to remember the man who I was having this child with.

Oh God.

"Is the baby Jake's?" I blurted out, half scared of the answer.

My dad busted out in a fit of laughter. Rose and Alice just giggled, but my mom, she was furious.

"Charlie, stop that. Your daughter does not even remember who the father of her baby is, and you're laughing about that," My mom snapped at him.

Okay, I was guessing that Jake was not the father. Which was a good thing since I had no memory of ever having sex with him, or anyone for that matter.

Alice covered her mouth to keep the laughing at bay. "No, Bella. The baby is not Jake's."

To say I was relieved would be an understatement. "The baby is Edward's, isn't it?"

I was hoping that at least the man, that I had been with, loved me, and Edward told me that he did so….

Rose grabbed my hand. "Yes. The baby is Edward's. You're due in about ten weeks from now."

"Ten weeks," I announced out loud, more to myself than anyone else. "Why don't I remember him, Rose?"

"What is the last thing, the very last thing, that you remember before now?" she asked as she gaped at my mother, my father and Alice for approval.

"Well, I don't remember being pregnant or getting pregnant, " I explained and watched as my father shifted uncomfortably in his spot. "The very last thing I can remember was waking up and going to school. It was raining and Rose and I were trying not to be late again. Did we end up getting detention again?" I asked Rose.

"No, Bella. We didn't get a detention." Rose's voice was sullen. She obscured her face from my view. Probably so I would not see the disappointment on her face, that was evident in her voice.

My head was started to ache. My eyes were starting to become heavy, but I tried to hide that from all of them. I needed to know what happened to me, everything that ever happened to me.

Everything I couldn't remember.

My dad chimed in, "I think we need to give Bella a chance to rest for a while. We'll all come back later and talk some more."

My mother started to nod her head in agreement. I was somewhat happy to get some more rest, but part of me wanted more information, anything to help me remember all that I had seemed to have forgotten.

I wanted to recollect any of my time with Edward. When and how I became pregnant.

I had so many questions, but I soon realized that no one was going to give me a straight forward answer for now.

When I woke up there were fresh cut, long stemmed roses by my bedside with a small white teddy bear holding a card.

I turned on my overhead light, opened the envelope and pulled out the decorated paper addressed to Mommy. It was signed from the baby and apparently Daddy Edward too.

Holy shit! It was Valentine's Day.

A male cleared his throat, in an attempt to get my attention.

Edward.

"Hi," I croaked out. My voice was low from just waking up.

"Hello, Bella. Happy Valentine's Day."

"Thank you for the roses and the card."

Edward seated himself at the side of my bed. "Can I?" he asked before he reached out to touch my expanded stomach. I nodded and allowed the father of my child to have some contact with the baby. "I have wanted to feel the baby for so long, but I was afraid."

"Afraid of what?"

He started to chuckle nervously. "I don't know. Anything, everything."

I smiled in understanding. This was completely new to me, and still I knew how he felt.

"How are you feeling today?" he asked.

"Fine, I guess," I answered. "I have tons of questions."

He clutched his hair in his fist and seemed to be holding on for dear life. "I bet you do."

I captured his free hand in mine. "What are we?" I queried. "Are we together?"

He blew out some free air from his chest. "Bella, I don't really know what to say. To tell you the truth, the doctors do not want any of us divulging too much information about the time that you are missing. They think it could set you back. You are voiding that time period from your memory for a reason. It will all come back to you in due time, but they don't want to push you."

That was not the answer I was wanting.

"Okay. That was not what I was asking. Are we together? A simple yes or no will suffice."

Edward looked around the room, trying to avoid my gaze that was fixated on him. I was desperate for an answer. "Edward," I demanded.

"Bella, no. I can't tell you everything that has happened, but please understand, I want to be with you…..more than anything else. I love you, Bella," he declared. His face was full of so much emotion. Sadness, distressed, fearful, apologetic, unwavering love. Edward stood up and had made his way over to the doorway.

I started to cry. The root to my sudden emotional state was a little perplexing to me. Granted, I was pregnant, and I had heard that mood swings could make their claim at a moment's notice, but this was entirely different. I was mourning. I was feeling the despair of an ended relationship with this man before me. I must have loved him, and his declarations of his love for me seemed truthful.

"I don't understand," I cried out. Sobs and sniffles becoming overwrought and overpowering.

What I thought was his intention to leave me here alone, was totally off base. Instead, Edward closed the door and reclaimed his spot at my side. "I know that this must be very hard for you to understand everything that is going on right now. But we," he said and placed his open palm on my belly. "Need you to get better. I will not risk your health for my own selfish purpose. I already did that once and look where you ended up…Bella, I want to explain everything that has happened and try to fix all the mistakes that I have made, but it is going to take some time."

My mini nervous breakdown had ended during his speech. I was betting that I looked like a freaking mess with my face all puffy and my nose all snotty, but Edward did the one thing that sure in the shit surprised me.

He leaned over and kissed me. He placed his soft, luscious, glorious lips upon mine, and it felt sublime. The connection between him and I was unmistakable. It was perfect. He forged the tip of his tongue in between my lips, which were all too willing to be inviting. The taste of him was like every single craving being satisfied. The mixture of the sweet and the salty, the hot and the cold, was causing my body to long for the connection to continue for as long as physically possible. I understood the pull between the two of us. We were like magnets, polar opposites that could not be without the other. He started to rub my stomach while the kiss intensified and the baby kicked, causing Edward to jump back in excitement.

"Was that?" he stuttered and I nodded. The utter joy on his face. The sparkle in his eyes. The curve of his slightly swollen pinkish lips. The blush on his face, from the pleasure of the joined event of kissing me, and feeling his child's movements within me. I could see how easy it was to fall in love with him. It was effortless.

From just that kiss, I knew it. I felt it within every bone, nerve, sensation that he inspired within me. Somehow I knew, deep down, that I still loved him. But we weren't together anymore, and I needed to know why. Was it pivotal to me remembering? I wondered, if I had some small clues if it would help me remember him, us, me? I had to try.

But could I accept the truth? That was the question I would have to be honest with myself about.

"I wish I could remember you before all of this," I said as his eyes bore into mine, searching, wanting.

He leaned his head up against my forehead. "I wish I could go back in time and erase all of the pain that I have caused you, Bella. I should have never of left you. Ever."

So he left me. When?

"If you would have stayed, would it have really changed things?" I was grabbing at straws, but I needed to fill in the blanks.

"Everything. I would have proposed and we would have been planning our wedding right now, if not already married."

Wow. To hear a man like this talking about getting engaged to me, let alone the M word was surreal.

"You wanted to marry me?" I stumbled on my own words as they came out.

He grabbed at his crisp white button-down that he was wearing and started to unbutton the top few buttons.

God, was it so wrong of me to be wanting him to take it off completely?

I glanced down at my stomach and figured out that was what got me into this situation in the first place.

He pulled out a long silver necklace with a ring dangling from the bottom. He placed it in front of me as I stared at the different diamonds that had the light bouncing off into the shadows. It illuminated the whole room.

I passed him a puzzled look. "Was this?" I said as I shadowed over the ring with my fingers. I was almost to afraid to touch the jewel, figuring this was a drug induced hallucination or one hell of a dream.

He unhooked the necklace and slid the ring off. Edward grabbed my hand and placed the ring on my left ring finger. I closed my eyes. It felt right, like it belonged there. An appendage that had been severed and the feeling somewhat restored at its juncture. "This was your promise ring, Bella. This was every intention that I had towards spending the rest of my life with you." The words radiated through the air like a song, his voice was intoxicating to me.

I played with the ring, slipping it up and down repeatedly. Another sight came into view. This one was of Edward showing me the ring. I felt so happy. So much love. I wanted to hold onto that moment. I remembered something about Edward, for the first time, I had a memory of my time with Edward before all of this. And I loved him.

A tear fell down my face. I was overjoyed with the thought of regaining my time with him. I opened my eyes to see a pained expression on Edward's face. "Bella, I'm sorry if this is too much…"

I grabbed his face and cupped it in my hands. "I remembered you. For just a brief moment I remembered you giving me this."

"Bella!" he exclaimed and fixated his mouth on mine. I was so excited to tell him about my sudden unexpected discovery, that he had full access to my mouth, without any diversions. This kiss was about affirmation. In him, in me and in us. The passion that was barely being contained was coming to a boiling point. I felt the need, the want, the pain, the excitement, the drive that held the two of us together. I felt his soul pleading with mine for understanding and forgiveness for whatever sins he thought he committed against me. Neither one of us wanted to disconnect from the other. And we would not have, if the nurse who was knocking at the door to bring in my breakfast, would have left the two of us alone.

"Excuse me," the nurse said as the two of us detangled ourselves from each other. He had hands in my hair. I had my IV restrained arms touching his chest, his back and his stomach all through the easy access that his barely buttoned shirt allowed.

I see how easy it was for me to be pregnant, now. The two of us could hardly keep our hands off each other once we got started.

I blocked her view of me by hiding my face in the crook of Edward's neck. He obliged and quickly covered for me. "Thanks. You can just set it over there. I'll see to it that she eats."

"Please do. And don't get her too excited," she said and pointed her head in the direction of the monitors which were signaling an increased heartbeat. "I don't think we would want to have to explain that to her doctors or your father." She closed the door behind her and we could overhear her snickering down the hall.

"Thank God everyone on this floor had to sign a confidentiality agreement." His gaze directed in the direction of the doorway.

"A confidentiality what?" I asked. Why would anyone need anything like that?

"Nothing, Bella." He kissed the top of my forehead before he got up from my side and brought over my breakfast tray of disgusting foods that were unfathomable to even consider eating. I picked up a muffin and smelled it, quickly dropping it to the plastic surface and hearing a steep thud.

"I am not eating this." I crossed my arms in defiance. Maybe pouting would do some good.

"Yes, you are. I told her that you were going to eat, and you are."

"You eat it then," I challenged. "I'm pregnant. I have cravings like you would not believe. And this." I pushed the tray back from me slightly. "Is not what we want."

He slumped down in a chair and pulled out his cell phone. "And what would my two angels like to eat?"

"Eggs with jalapenos. I am craving spicy things so bad. Oh, and bacon and sausage and some pancakes with strawberries and whipped cream…"

He had the phone on speaker and we both listened as it rang a couple of times. "Hello," a female voice resonated about the room.

"Hey, it's Edward. I need you to get some breakfast for a certain pregnant lady."

"Bella?" she said, her voice full of excitement. "She's up and she wants food?"

"Oh yeah. She's a wee bit hungry," he joked and I grabbed my stuffed teddy bear, hitting him directly in the face. "Are you ready for her order?"

"When you are."

Edward placed my order. When he was finished he thanked the woman named Kate, who promised to get my food to me as quickly as possible.

I had a feeling there was more to Edward than what I thought. Did most people call in orders to random people at a drop of a hat, and expect them to just do as they asked? Did I ever hear anyone talk about confidentiality agreements?

"Edward, who are you?"

He grinned at me and replied, "I'm just Edward. Edward Cullen."

"Okay. And what do you do, just Edward? And why are you so special to be talking about confidentiality agreements, and calling up, basically ordering, people to get your pregnant ex-whatever I am breakfast?"

"You're not just some pregnant ex-whatever. You're having my baby, Bella. And besides that, how many times do I have to tell you that I love you. I. Am. In. Love. With. You." He said, emphasizing the last part.

"Don't try to distract me. What do you do for a living?" I asked while I was becoming a little bothered by his totally obvious misdirection attempt.

He closed his eyes and sighed.

Oh shit, he was going to tell me he was a mob boss or C.I.A. agent.

He was a little too young, I hoped.

He mumbled his response.

"What?" I asked again. "Quit mumbling."

"I'm a singer and recently an actor."

Crap. I took my time before asking him to elaborate.

"Are you a well known singer and actor?"

Please tell me this isn't happening.

"Define well known…"

"Do you have fans all over that know you by name?"

"Yeah…you could say that."

It was happening.

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