Switching up the POV's
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Carlisle POV
Seeing the strain on my sons' tired face made me laugh.
It didn't seem that long ago that I was dealing with Esme and her hormonal ramblings. But I had something that Edward, for all his genius, didn't have. I had experience; and not just medical experience, no, I had first-hand experience about how to navigate a pregnancy mind field.
I gave Edward the only piece of advice he was going to need to get through the next few weeks, don't ever call a pregnant woman crazy. Don't mumble it, don't scream it, don't say it to their faces and definitely don't say it to other women, not if you wanted your balls intact when it was all over.
I wasn't really allowed to be Bella's doctor but I had been keeping a watch on her because the whole situation was a stressful one and she was still only a teenager.
What I had said to Edward about her emotional state was true their actions had more of an impact on Bella than they had on Edward.
His life had basically stayed the same where as Bella's life, well, her life had become this constant flux of emotions and responsibilities and trying to figure out where she went from this point forward.
I felt responsible for her state of mind and I know that she was hiding her fears from everyone, including Edward, and I was worried.
When Edward had turned up at the hospital with Bella having contractions it brought home in sharp relief just how stressed out Bella had been.
I was still kicking myself for not checking her blood pressure more regularly.
Letting myself in the room I stood quietly watching the crying girl in my sons' bed.
She was muttering in a slow soothing tone to her swollen belly. I felt a surge of adoration for the child she carried, that was my grandbaby in there and I would do anything within my power to make sure he/she made it into this world safely.
I cleared my throat and garnered Bella's instantly furious gaze. Her eyes softened and filled with tears when she realised I wasn't Edward.
Her sobs drew me to the bedside and I wrapped my arms around her shoulders, hugging her closely.
"I'm sorry Dad, I am. I have no idea what the hell is happening and I know it's not Edwards' fault but his face makes me angry sometimes and I'm growing a person and I'm sore and annoyed and I don't want to be in this bed anymore. Can't I get up?"
I opened my mouth to deny her but she continued, steamrolling right over me "I'm not talking a marathon or anything. Just get up, walk around the house, maybe a walk in the yard? I've been stuck in this bed for over a week and I swear it's sending me crazy. I am more stressed out about having to be in here than I was being allowed to do whatever I wanted. Please Dad, please, tell me I can get out of bed."
She pouted sadly up at me, her tears still lingering on her lashes and I knew that I would give in to her.
She was right about one thing though, she seemed more stressed now than before and that wasn't being helped by the fact that she was stuck in bed.
I nodded slowly and said "We can try. Don't get your hopes up, you can walk down to the lounge and set up camp in there. I still want you limiting your excursions. Once a day for twenty minutes you can walk in the yard, you can wander around the house every hour for ten minutes but the rest of the time will be spent lying on the lounge with your feet up resting. Do I make myself clear? The first sign that your blood pressure is back up and it's back into this room you go."
She smiled up at me like I'd hung the moon and it made my heart swell. I'd always had a spot for Bella in my heart from the minute she had followed Alice through our front door.
I couldn't tell you why it was just as if she was our long lost child. Esme had felt the same connection.
We love Rosalie and Jasper too but the connection just wasn't as strong.
I helped her from the bed and gathered her pillows before following her down the stairs, pausing half way because she was huffing, and into the lounge.
We had just started again when the roar of Edward's bike sounded in the yard. I shook my head wondering where he was heading. The dejected fall of Bella's shoulders made me aware that she had heard Edward leaving.
Wrapping an arm around her shoulders I gave her a one-armed hug "It'll be okay Bella, I promise" she smiled sadly up at me but didn't say anything, making me realise that she didn't believe me.
It took almost ten minutes to get down stairs and into the lounge room but we finally made it and I could tell that Bella was exhausted just from that small trip.
I arranged the pillows before helping her onto the lounge and lifting her feet up. I searched for the remotes and left her to watch the television, asking if there was anything she needed. She shook her head, thanking me softly before staring out the lounge window into the yard.
I stood there watching her stare into the yard for almost thirty minutes before my anger at Edward took over.
Storming into the kitchen I snatched my cell off the counter and dialled Edward's number. It rang out and I swore under my breath.
I busied myself with making Bella a cup of hot chocolate and making her a sandwich. She was still staring out the window when I returned. I put the food and drink on the end table and left her to her thoughts.
My anger at Edward leaving without saying anything growing exponentially, I dialled his number again waiting for it to either be answered or go to voice mail but after two rings the call stopped. That little fucker had dismissed my call.
I redialled only to have the operators' voice tell the phone had been switched off. Dialling again I waited.
Oh man Carlisle is pissed. Poor Bella, bed rest sucks and it does make you crazy.
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