Good Morning, Loves!
All mistakes are on me.
Twenty-Nine: Bella
October 6, 2022
Cambridge, England
"You're fidgeting."
"Shut up," I snap without any real bite. Edward wraps his arms around me as my phone rings on speaker. The ringing cuts off abruptly.
"Hello?"
I smile. "Hey dad."
No matter how many times I call him from this phone, he seems to be unable to remember the number. "Bells, I didn't recognize the number. How are you?"
I look at Edward who nods encouragingly. "I uh, I'm good."
"How's Edward?"
I smile. "I'm good, Charlie," he says, speaking up. I can hear the surprise in dad's silence.
"Good," he says after a moment. "What's up? Don't you two have a busy life? Why're you calling an old man at this hour?"
I roll my eyes. "Sorry to disrupt your morning routine," I tease him. "But we have some news."
I can hear him waiting for me to continue, but suddenly, the words are stuck in my throat. "Okay?" he asks, when I don't say anything.
Edward squeezes my arm. "Bella's pregnant."
Dad is quiet, and even being able to see him wouldn't tell me what he's feeling right now.
Finally, he clears his throat. "A baby?"
Oh, God, is he crying? "Yes," I whisper, my eyes filling with tears. Dad sniffs.
"That's," he pauses, clearing his throat. "Bells, that's amazing news."
I'm fucking crying now, and Edward stares at me, looking alarmed, but he winds his arms tighter around me. "How far along are you?"
"Nine weeks." I hiccup.
Dad sniffs. "How, uh," he pauses and clears his throat. "How did Esme take it?"
I laugh a little. "We haven't told her yet."
"No?"
I grin. "No, dad, you're the first person we've told."
He's quiet again, and then there is a sniff and fuck I'm crying again. "How are you two doing? Do you need anything?"
I rub my tears against Edward's chest. "No, Dad, thank you."
"You let me know if there is anything you need, you hear me Bella? Anything at all."
I feel a fresh wave of tears springing, and I nod.
"Thanks, Dad."
He clears his throat. "I'll talk to you kids soon, okay?"
"Yeah dad, we'll talk soon," I promise him. He clears his throat again. "Love you kids."
My lips are fucking trembling. "Love you too, dad."
I hang up and burst into full on tears, leaning hard into Edward. He pulls his arms around me, holding me as I sob. "Why the fuck am I even crying?" I demand, angry at my own tears. "I'm leaking!"
He laughs, kissing the top of my head. "You're crying because you have an amazing father."
He's right, and what's more is I know Edward himself will be an amazing father very soon. The thought makes me cry harder, which is… annoying.
Edward holds me as I cry about the stupidly awesome men in my life.
