Bella's POV:

Present:

I woke up sometime later, in the room I had been sleeping in.

My head spun for a second as I sat up on the bed.

"How are you feeling?" A familiar warm, smooth as honey voice spoke.

I blinked twice before turning to look at him.

"Are you alright? Do you need some water?" He asked me.

"Yes, please." I mumbled.

I waited until he left the room, before hopping out of bed and heading towards the ensuite bathroom.

Speedily undressed before stepping into the shower stall, under the warm spray of the water.

I showered quickly, and changed into a pair of leggings and a loose black shirt, before pulling on a pair of fleece lined gray socks.

As I was walking out of the bathroom, he walked back into the room, looking over at me, surprised.

"Here's your water." He whispered, offering me the glass.

"Thank you." I murmured, as I took it and downed half the glass.

"So, would you like to talk about what's been going on or are you going to pretend that the fight never happened?" He asked.

I sat down on the bed, frowning as I looked down at my lap. "I'm not pretending anything... We moved too quickly. This relationship should have never happened, Edward. I was irresponsible thinking that I could ever be normal. To think that we could ever be more than friends…" I whispered, blinking away tears.

"You don't mean that." He replied adamantly.

"Yes, I— I do. See, when you didn't listen to me, I decided it was best if I left, to protect you. I had to. I still think do…" I replied, unwilling to look at him.

"Well, I'm not accepting that. I love you. I know you love me too. Don't deny it." He replied

"I'm not denying it. All I am saying is that you should choose someone better to be at your side." I quietly replied.

"I'm not letting you go that easily, Miss. Greco." He replied, surprising the hell out of me as he spoke my God given name.

"Why? There are better people out there. You don't need me." I asked

"You don't see yourself clearly do you?" He replied amused.

"This is not about me. This is about the situation around me. You need to leave. You do not want to get involved in this." I told him firmly.

He shook his head, before murmuring something unintelligible under his breath. "We're not going to do this here. Now, I understand that you've been hurt, and that you need to rest but we leave in a couple of hours back to the states. This discussion isn't over." He replied before getting up and leaving the room, without so much as a glance back.

The next morning I found myself sitting in a SUV with tinted windows, with my bag on my lap.

"Are you still mad?" Alice quietly asked me quietly as everyone began climbing in.

I turned to look at her, pushing my glasses up. "What do you think?" I retorted.

She sighed," Rose is beside herself." She murmured.

"Good. Maybe this will teach her fucking listen, and stop being so pigheaded." I said in an exasperated tone.

She snorted, shaking her head at me amused. "We've all laid into her pretty badly yesterday. Charlie had to tell us all to be quiet." She told me.

I hummed before turning to look out the window.

The conversation dwindled after that, when everyone finished getting in the car, we found ourselves in a long car ride to the airport.

The flight was no different.

Hours later, when we landed the girls and I exchanged a look before the group split.

Uncle Charlie told me he wished for me and the girls to stay at his place for the night, but I knew Edward wanted to speak.

So, I followed Edward towards yet another SUV and we silently drove towards his house. Only for him to tell his driver to take us to the penthouse.

We barely exchanged a word as we walked into the elevator.

As the elevator moved up each level, my stomach began to roll with the anxiety I felt.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

I sighed as I walked past him, and dropped my bag on his couch. Turning away from him, before facing the massive wall of glass.

"Nothing." I replied softly as I continued to stare out the window, watching the clouds darken further, and the first drops of rain begin to pelt down on the glass.

"Something is definitely wrong, uccellino." He said, speaking softly from behind me, surprising me by his proximity.

My mind was so jumbled, I didn't know what I was going to do or what I wanted anymore.

"No, there isn't, now please leave me alone." I whispered, moving away from him, rubbing my arms as I did.

"If you don't get it off your chest you'll never be able to breathe..." He replied.

My head snapped in his direction. My head spinning as I did.

Anger, fear, and a thousand other emotions I had yet to understand, coursing through my body as I did.

"Don't fucking start…" I snapped, choosing to leave the room to stop myself from doing anything rash.

"Uccell—" I heard him call me but I had already reached the back room, slamming the door behind myself. "Wait a moment, come back here!" He called after me

I ignored the calls through the door, locking it, before I slid down to the floor.

Tears that I had been holding back, since we arrived at his penthouse, were now streaming down my face.

What the fuck was I going to do?

How the fuck was I going to tell him?

Fuck, my life was already complicated enough.

How the fuck was I going to be able to keep myself and a — this thing — alive?

I could barely take care of myself on a good day, how the hell I going to care on another human being?

I don't think I could. Not now, not with all the shit that this happening in our lives.

Not unless—

No, I didn't even want to finish that thought.

Doing so would bring more pain than I had already done by running.

I couldn't. I shouldn't, yet the seed of doubt was already there.

My mind began to wonder.

What if this is the only way for us to have a shot at safe and normal lives.

I was going to have to make the hardest decision of my life.

Right as I began to question the last few days, I heard a sharp knock on the door.

I quietly moved away from the door, sitting on the armchair, ignoring the knocking until I heard a creak, a moment before the door gave way.

"I'm fucking done waiting for you to calm down. We're gonna talk right fucking now." He growled as he walked through the doorway. "Now, what the fuck has been going on with you? And don't say nothing or so help me I'll fucking take you over my knee." He threatened.

I rolled my eyes at him, "Everything is fine. I'm simply tired." I explained.

"It sure as hell doesn't seem that way. I feel like you're hiding something from me." He replied.

I sighed, before shaking my head and closing my eyes in exasperation.

"Fine if you don't want to talk about you. Then tell me what the fuck happened to make you and Rose hate these men so much?" He asked.

"Yiannis and Royce abducted us when we were both teens... We were in that hell hole for three years, until a— someone— found us." I confessed.

"You were— he— I'll—" I heard him stutter I turned away.

"Don't say it. If you value my sanity, do not say what you're about to say." I cut him off.

I heard him groan a second later.

"That's what you've been hiding— from me?" He asked me calmly, though I could hear his underlying anger.

I chose to not pay attention, before shaking my head. "You don't need to know the rest. Please leave me alone now." I murmured.

A moment later I heard him murmur something before getting up and making my way towards the door.

I turned away to stare back out the window, as tears gathered in my eyes. "I'm pregnant…" I whispered, as the tears began to fall, and I wrapped my arms around my legs.

Author's Note:

Before this long and tough week begins... I decided to post this. Y'all have a great weekend, and week.