Everything You Are
AN: I've wanted to write an Embry/Bella story forever and my last attempt failed but this is it! When I heard the song Everything You Are by Ed Sheeran, it matched my life. And oddly enough it also went well with the ideas I dreamed about for this story. I'd recommend listening to that song so that you can get a good idea of where my mindset is in writing this.
Prologue: Friday Night at Tony's Man Cave
"Well are you going to tell her or would you like me to?" My mom asked Embry.
I'll never forget the way he looked at me. It was a look of worry, devastation, regret and that made my stomach drop. I crossed my arms and tried to cover up the fact that I was nervous as fuck about the words about to come out of his mouth. Embry looked over at my mom, my dad, and his father before he looked at me again. He sighed deeply and took another sip of the alcohol that was no doubt calming him.
"It's about Ashley," he began.
I rolled my eyes and tapped my foot a bit. I didn't have time for beating around the bush. He needed to come out and say it and he needed to say it right then. Ashley was his fucking girlfriend that I hated for obvious reasons. He was mine and we had drifted apart a bit and both gotten into other relationships. Well mine was not technically a relationship, I basically had adopted a grown ass man with a drug problem.
"I…uhm...she…well," Embry stuttered out.
I looked between my parents and his dad feeling stupid when none of them would make eye contact with me. "Are things more serious?" I asked.
Our parents always wanted Embry and I to end up together but he and I were both too shy to make anything happen. We definitely both had feelings for each other but weren't honest with each other about them until the wrong time every time.
"In a sense," Embry said.
"What the hell does that mean?" I snapped annoyed.
"She's pregnant, Bella," Embry said barely above a whisper.
She's pregnant, she's pregnant. All I heard over and over again were his whispered words. I looked at him and I knew my face showed extreme hurt. I tried to cover it up but I knew I didn't succeed. I glanced at my mom and she looked guilty. My dad had the same look on his face. They fucking knew and they still brought me here. I let the anger with them openly show on my face. No it wasn't there business to tell but they should've at least given me a fucking warning. Tony poured me a shot and I walked around the bar to take it.
Nobody said anything as I pulled out a bar stool on the opposite side of the bar from Embry. I sat right next to his dad who reached over and rubbed my back in a fatherly way. I silently asked him for another shot before throwing it back quickly.
"Well I guess congratulations are in order," I said in a fake ass voice. Everyone knew I was normally fiery but alcohol plus me, that's a fucking problem. Still, nobody else said a fucking word. I felt stupid as fuck.
"So no one has anything to say? No one is gonna congratulate Embry on his upcoming arrival?" I asked looking around.
"It's not necessarily a good thing, Bella," Embry admitted.
"Well, you probably should've been a little more careful then," I said dismissively. I didn't want to hear anything he had to say.
"What's Tiffany think of this?" I asked Tony.
"She's fucking pissed. Has hardly talked to him," Tony told me.
"Hmm, well maybe Miss Tiffany and I will finally get along," I said stealing another shot from Tony.
"Maybe you should pace yourself honey, you know shots always do you in," My dad spoke for the first time in forever.
"Good thing I'm not driving," I shrugged my shoulders.
Embry looked at me trying to force me into eye contact with him. No fuck him. I may have been preoccupied the last few months with a fuckboy but I never slept with said fuckboy. And I damn sure didn't get pregnant by anyone.
"Bella, I'm sorry," Embry apologized.
"Yeah me too," I said before standing up.
I walked around the bar passed, my parents and Embry making my way towards the balcony's sliding doors. I leaned over the railing and put my face in my hands trying to hold in the tears. I reigned it in quickly when I heard the sliding doors open. I felt Embry come close and felt trapped as he caged me in. I turned around and looked up in his eyes.
"Why Embry?" I asked in a small voice.
"I honestly don't know how it could've happened. I'm always safe Bella, always," Embry pleaded grabbing my shoulders.
"Why are you even with her?" I almost growled.
"I was tired of being alone, sick of being on the back burner in your life," he answered.
"I've never put you on the back burner," I told him.
"What about the last few months when you were dealing with that fucking idiot Mike?" Embry reminded me.
"I was only trying to help him get sober, Embry. It was never like that and you fucking know it," I snapped. "Don't try to turn this around and make it my fault. You were the one who got in a relationship and you got the bitch pregnant. Do you even love her?" I asked.
"No, I don't love her. You know who I love," Embry said sadly.
"Do I? Because I was under the impression that you didn't and wouldn't love anyone except me. Yet here you are telling me that you have a baby on the way with someone else. What the fuck, Embry? How am I supposed to feel?" I started crying.
"I don't want her Bella, I want you," Embry told me.
"Why is it we always seem to want what we can't have?" I asked pulling myself out of his arms.
"Bella, don't do this," Embry said taking a step towards me.
"I didn't do this Embry, you did," I told him as I slipped back inside.
I said a quick goodbye to Tony and told my parents I'd be waiting in the car whenever they were ready to leave. The way I told them was more of a "let's go right now." I wanted to get the fuck out of the "man cave" before Embry stepped back inside.
Once I was inside the car, I finally cried the tears I'd been holding back. Tonight was supposed to be the night that I told Embry I was done dealing with Mike and all of his bullshit. I was here to tell him I was ready to be with him so he needed to dump Ashley that I already knew he didn't care about. I never thought tonight would go down the way it did. I was not fucking happy.