Word Prompt: Plug

"Hello," I answered my phone on the second ring. I was a little startled that Esme called me so quickly, and I hoped Edward would take an extended shower so I wasn't still talking to her when he got out.

"What do you mean her date?" Esme asked quickly, as I tried to quickly and quietly break down the texts from the night before and how Edward was reacting now.

"I don't know what to do. I told him I'd stay home if he thought that was best, but he keeps wondering why now and I don't know what to say," I ended. Esme huffed a few times as I spoke and it didn't take much to know she was getting angrier as I kept explaining.

"Bella, I don't care what you do, but he can not go. Do you understand me? I mean literally, he can not go to that dinner, not with Marcus there. Not now, not ever," Esme warned gravely as I moved to sit up in bed. I tried to listen for the shower and was thankful that the water was still running.

"Can you give me something? I mean, I'm sure he'll listen to me if I say not to, but what if he wants to know why I'm saying no now when thirty seconds ago I was telling him I'd support either decision he made. I need something," I explained my position and I heard her sigh.

"If he questions you, have him call me or Carlisle, okay? When you get back from your trip, we need to have a talk with him. This has gone on for too long, and Edward can't remain in the dark much longer," she rambled without actually answering my question.

"That doesn't actually give me much to work with you realize," I said after a second of silence on her end.

"I realize that, but I also realize that we need to talk to him and not you. It's nothing personal Bella, but I'm going to tell you that you do not want this information before he has it. If I told you now, not only do I know my nephew would cut me off, he'd probably cut you off too. It's not good, that is all I'm saying and the second I get off the phone with you, I'll call my husband so he knows to expect a call if one is needed," she informed me as I heard the distinct sound of the shower handle being turned off.

"He's coming out of the shower, I need to go," I told her quickly before hanging up and plugging my phone into the charger.

As I sat in the middle of the bed I wasn't sure whether I was just feeling sick or if I was actually going to be sick. Not only did I have zero experience with parents who fought or divorced, I also feel like we had now stumbled on some deep dark Masen family secret and I did not like being in the middle. I also didn't know what to do the second the bathroom door swung open because lying to Edward was not something I wanted to do, but I also didn't want to further throw myself in the middle of a situation I inadvertently stepped into.

I threw myself back onto the pillow more in frustration than anything, but it just happened to coincide with the bathroom door opening.

"Are you okay?" I heard Edward call out, but I wanted to ignore him. I wanted to run and hide in a corner and throw him a phone with a message to call his aunt or uncle. What I didn't want was to look at him because I knew I couldn't keep this in. I wanted to, God did I want to, but I couldn't.

So as I sat up and opened my mouth to actually speak to him I was slammed with the reality that I was actually going to be sick. Not only did I race off the bed and nearly plow through him to get to the bathroom, I barely had time to hold my hair up before I puked everything from breakfast up into the toilet. My head was pounding as I sat on my knees for several minutes and I thought I heard Edward saying something over my shoulder, but all I heard was ringing as my body convulsed and purged everything that it could and more.

By the time I could get my wits about me, Edward was already handing me a toothbrush to brush my teeth with and I was thankful as I weakly stood up, flushed the toilet, and put the paste to my teeth. I hated the acid taste of puke more than anything, but I hung my head low so not to catch Edward's eyes in the mirror.

I hated puking, I hated it, hated it, hated it.

After rinsing my mouth out with water and shutting the faucet off, I turned around to see a very concerned Edward looking me up and down.

For the second time he asked me if I was okay and I nodded. I put my hand to my head to massage it for a second before walking past him in an effort to sit back down. As I leaned back against the bed I realized Edward hadn't moved from his spot in front of the bathroom, but the color in his cheeks were about the same color as mine.

"What?" I asked half conscious, half in pain. "I'm okay, I promise."

"Bella," he called out slightly shackier than he was just seconds ago, "Bella, are you pregnant?"

My eyes snapped up to him and while the movement made my head hurt, I knew my eyes bulged out slightly. "No, Edward," I reassured him. "I am definitely not pregnant."

"Okay," I heard him basically whisper before he moved to sit next to me on the edge of the bed. "Are you sick? You didn't tell me you weren't feeling good."

"I'm not sick," I brushed off as I looked up at him. "I felt fine this morning when I woke up."

"Babe, you don't just randomly start puking for no reason," he pushed, as I let out a long sigh.

"I, um, texted your aunt while you were in the shower. I think you should call them," I said seriously as I held his eyes.

"Why do I need to call them? What did you text my aunt about?" he asked in rapid succession.

"I asked her if she knew the Volturi's and she basically told me not to mention those names to her, so I mentioned Elizabeth and then she called me," I relayed factually as I waited for him to get angry.

"What did she say?" his voice was now quiet.

"That I should tell you not to go to dinner, and that I didn't want to know why and that if she told me you would never speak to me again. And never speak to her again. And if you had any questions you needed to call her or Carlisle, but that was all she told me," I answered him though every part of me wanting to ramble on about how sorry I was that I texted her and that I wished I would have talked to him first or something that would keep him from getting angry with me. But, instead of angry he just nodded his head and stood up.

"I'm gonna step outside and call my uncle then," he told me solmely and though he didn't seem upset, I also had no idea how to read him. As he grabbed his phone he turned to look at me again, "What she said to you was so upsetting you got sick? Am I understanding this correctly?"

"Yes," I replied a little anxious. Edward hadn't shown any true emotion yet, and I half wondered if he expected something like this to happen. He was taking this news a little too well for my liking and his aunt being so serious in her warning had me completely on edge. "I feel like I stepped into something that I shouldn't have and I wish I hadn't."

"Okay," he replied and nodded before leaning down to kiss my forehead. "I'll just be outside for a bit." I nodded my head and watched him walk out of the bedroom.

I hated Elizabeth. I was pretty sure there wasn't a single person, aside from maybe Edward's father, that I had grown to hate more. I had been so hopeful that things were truly getting better, but all this while something big enough was being held back. Whatever that was, was huge and I knew I needed to pop a few aspirin, let my headache subside and wait for Edward to need me.

After an hour of solitude I decided to read a book, but after reading the same page three times and not comprehended more than a sentence or two, I gave up on that.

After two hours, I walked around the cabin and told myself it would not be acceptable to peek out the blinds to look for Edward. I knew, the second I tried, he would be looking right at the windows and see me peeking.

After three hours and a text from Esme telling me Carlisle hasn't left his study yet, I decided sending a search party wasn't a good idea.

I hadn't heard any yelling or screaming or fighting, so I assumed that was a good thing. I mean, he wasn't volatile so maybe I had gotten myself worked up over nothing? Maybe the secret was just really private and that is why Esme wanted to tell me to have him call? That could totally be it, I thought until the fourth hour passed by and I was driving myself crazy.

I had cooked, I had cleaned up what little there was to clean, I had taken a shower, I had tried to read, I had tried to watch a movie, I had even texted Alice though I didn't tell her what was going on. Of course, I heard all about her cock blocking future in-laws, but apparently they finally had five minutes alone at the lake and used their time wisely. I told her Jasper must not be any good if he only needed five minutes, to which she called me a few not so friendly names and we laughed at each other. Alice's desperation for some sex definitely had no bounds if five minutes in public was okay with her.

By the fifth hour I had almost given up. I texted Esme that come hell or high water I was fixing to step outside this cabin and seek Edward out. How could anyone talk for that long about something that important, but Esme texted me back that Carlisle had been out of his study for at least an hour. She told me she texted me, but I never got it...we were in the middle of nowhere after all, and with it starting to get dark outside that meant Edward had chosen to stay outside for at least an extra hour.

Had he wanted to cut me off? Was he scared to face me now? Should I be scared to face him? Surely if he was that upset or disgusted with me he would marched inside and begun packing right?

Too many questions with too few answers, so I walked to the back bedroom to find a jacket and my boots. One way or another, I was getting an answer. A minute later, with my hand on the front door handle I just prayed I got the answer that wasn't going to break my heart.

Long time, no talk. I'm sorry for that. This chapter is dedicated to a very special reader of mine who has been reading my stories since BI, and while I won't name her, I hope you like it.

I promise to finish this soon...I wish I had the time to explain exactly what's happened in my life but I'm still trying to wrap my own head around it.

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