Bella's POV:A couple of months later~
You know the best kind of revenge is no revenge at all.
Confused? Let me give a further explanation. Revenge isn't revenge unless someone gets even right? Well, to me , it's getting into your husband's head when he is trying to hide things from you.
That night when we all found out I was pregnant? He lied to me, so I got back at him by making him squirm more than usual and not really doing anything to him physically.
After I went to confirm that I was actually pregnant, I also found out I was almost a full month pregnant. I showed no symptoms until after I found out I was pregnant.
I hadn't really gained or lost much weight, well, maybe on my chest, but that's about it. I now, however, looked like a snake that swallowed a beach ball.
Since I'm currently thirty-five weeks, practically ready to pop. From where is yet to be seen...
This would worry me that my back is so sore that I can't sleep well anymore. That along with being left alone since I could go into labor anytime now.
Everyone seems to be on high alert, yet , here I am, sitting home alone, on the couch, drinking some strawberry soda pop, while munching on some fruit and chili cheese flavored corn chips, causing the baby to move around like it's ready to just about walk out of there on its own.
It's hot as balls in the house, or maybe it's me. Whatever it is, I'm not bothered by it, since my only objective is to eat ice at the moment. Enjoying the sensation of the baby kicking me while I crunch through the ice chips.
I'm weird these days though, one moment it's hot as balls and then the next moment it's colder than a polar bear's toenails in the room.
Edward was supposed to be home an hour and a half ago, but he's not.
I can't bother to be annoyed with him, since it's snowing again outside.
Someone, I'm not entirely sure who though, was supposed to keep me company earlier today but everyone is so busy these days, and I like to be alone.
So, I slowly get up and waddle into the kitchen and grab a bowl and shove it into the small opening that is usually reserved for cups.
As I am waiting for my bowl to fill with the ice chips, I feel as my back begins to spasm for the umpteenth time today, only this time it begins to affect my abdomen as well.
The spasming begins to come every two minutes, though I have experienced Braxton Hicks contractions, on and off for the past two months. These feel different, somehow faster, and much more painful.
I know instantly what's happening.
I'm going into preterm labor. Fuck! Why the fuck did this happen while I am alone and taking it easy on the couch?
Damn it!
So much for changing all the linens on every bed within this house, even though I did that the other day.
I quickly make my way towards the hall closet, step into my slip on sneakers, pull on the thick layered vest over Edward's sweater, glad for a moment that I was wearing my fluffy pajama bottoms, and grab my bag and keys.
With a final sigh, I slide into my CR-V, throwing the bag onto the passenger's seat, and turn the car on.
I think back to a few months as I slowly make my way to the hospital. Tightening my grasp on the steering wheel as the pains grow more and more intense as time slowly slithers by. We thought it would be a great idea to keep the baby's gender a surprise since the gender surprise party fiasco.
Emmett and Edward tried to find out what it was and let's just say I may end up having only one child because of this...on a side note, confetti is dangerous when it is in a party time confetti shooter...
Only Esme and my mom know what my baby is, and while they're ecstatic, I'm nervous.
Shit! I'm not ready for this baby to be born yet.
What if I fuck it up worse than my parents?!
"Alright, Bella, you can do this… calm down…" I whisper as I find a parking space.
I take a few cleansing breaths to calm down, and get through a particularly painful contraction before I slowly climb out.
Right as I reach the reception desk I see my father-in-law walk out.
"Car-lisle!" I gasp, buckling over as another contraction hits.
He rushes forward to help me as I feel something get pushed and popped, before a warm fluid rushes between my legs.
"I need a bed over here!" He calls out, as he lifts me into his arms and rushes forward.
"Ca-ll Ed-ward." I breath as he lays me onto the bed and they rush me up into the Labor and Delivery unit.
