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The ghosts of my life.

Chapter 19: Broken hearts, and baby whishes.

Sam wasn't the most patient of guys, but what he lacked in patience he compensated in sweetness and thoughtfulness. The first week at home after his accident and after finding out I was pregnant he barely let me do anything, despite all of the times I told him I needed the activity.

Also, I could swear I was craving the brownies that Sam had on the bistro. He brought a box of brownies home every three days for the first two weeks. The third week after the accident, Sam was fully recovered, but still wasn't allowed to phase for at least one more week. We decided that now that I was seven weeks pregnant we would tell our family and friends about it. So we decided to tell them all at once. I called my mother that same morning and told her the news. She cried and yelled and congratulated us all at the same time. She was very excited to be a grandma. She promised to follow up on her offer and come visit. I foresaw a lot of luggage on that trip. She would make sure to bring tons of things for the baby.

Clara was more difficult to convince to join us in a full house. But after Sam told her we had some news to share and that she wasn't more special than my dad or Sue, she would have to come to the gathering and find out. She reprimanded her son on his manners but promised to be here on the weekend. So, now we had on our hands a pack of wolves plus a few more mouths to feed. But I was too excited by the prospects of telling everyone about our baby.

The day after we called every one, a Tuesday to be more exact, I experienced my first full morning sickness. It was awful since I had nothing on my stomach to puke. One of the many things that I love about Sam is how sweet he is. But even the sweetest man has a weakness, and boy he didn't enjoy morning sickness more than I did. All those movies telling you about men holding their wife's hair while she puked certainly did not apply to us. As soon as he heard me puking he said sorry and ran to the kitchen. I didn't hold it against him, he's been wonderful with every aspect of the pregnancy. That didn't mean I was ok with it, my rational part knew that it was logic that he would be grossed out by hearing me puke, but my sensible, pregnant side wanted to cry. And I did cry but not in the bathroom but in the kitchen when I saw that he had put a glass of water and some crackers in my usual spot on the table. There was no breakfast as it would usually be at this time in the morning on a workday.

"I figured you wouldn't be in the mood for a full breakfast, so I thought that maybe for now crackers would settle your stomach" I started crying in my chair and Sam was looking like he just ran into some extremely dangerous territory. "Why are you crying?" He asked softly kneeling in front of me.

"I don't know" I sobbed. He chuckled and kissed my forehead.

"Are you going to work today?" I nodded. I couldn't not go to work. Besides, if I stayed home I would be very moody.

"Do you want to meet for lunch? We can go wherever you want." Food didn't sound very enticing at the moment, but I knew I had to have lunch. It was not only me I was feeding.

"Yes. That sounds good" I said and wiped my eyes. He smiled widely and kissed my forehead again.

"We need to get ready or we will be late for both our jobs." He said standing up and offering me his hand.

"There's no one in the bistro who would scold you for being late" I reminded him on the way to our room. He shrugged and went into the bathroom to shower. I had showered last night so I just had to dress.

I opened the closet and sighed. Obviously, seven weeks pregnant meant that my old clothes were no longer an option and Forks was too cold to just wear a dress. I had bought two jeans that were not maternity clothes but were bigger than my usual size. So I got one of those jeans, my boots, a shirt, and a sweater. At least some of my shirts and sweaters were still fitting. But I knew that I had to go shopping soon. I had to ask Leah to come with me. Or Sue. She was a mom, she would know better what would be more comfortable. And I needed more bras.

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Angela was eyeing me suspiciously all morning. Basically following me with her stare wherever I went. I ignored her the best I could and focused on making sure that none of the munchkins decided to put the brushes soaked in paint into their mouths. I didn't suffer from any other sickness during the day and I prayed that this would be the only morning I suffered from morning sickness.

Chelsea was playing with Liam, a blond little boy, and they were laughing a lot and hard. They were so cute. But dear Tobby was pouting from his spot, and I could see some unshed tears there. Many times, adults thought that because toddlers didn't understand that much the world, they didn't feel as deeply as they did. Granted, their minds and emotions were still in development, but they felt everything and often expected everyone to be good.

"What do you have there, sweetheart?" I asked Tobby, kneeling next to him and trying to get his attention away from Chelsea and Liam.

Tobby's brown eyes focused on me and blushed a little bit when he showed me his picture. We thought it would be an interesting experience teaching them how to use paint. They were painting on hard papers so that their pictures wouldn't be ruined by using normal paper.

I didn't understand much what he had drawn. "This is very cool, Tobby. Would you explain to me what you draw?" He nodded and proceed to show me a rocket, a dog, the sun and a house. It was very funny, and I wondered how he related these objects together.

When the day came to an end each child went with their parents holding proudly their pictures.

Tobby's parents told me that he was very much interested in the space and everything related to rockets, and last night he had been entrenched in a documentary about space programs. They let him watched it even though he probably didn't understand that much. I just thought it was very cute.

"You're hiding something" Were Angela's words for me when we were cleaning the tables.

"I am not" I answered trying to not let show my nerves.

"You're either pregnant or getting married. And that's your big news for us this weekend. You're not moving since Sam cannot leave the pack and you haven't talked to anyone about other schools"

"You should have been a detective Ang" I neither confirmed nor denied anything.

"I'm happy for you, Bella. Whatever your news is." I turned around and met her eyes. Yes, she knew. She knew that if I was engaged I wouldn't have been able to resist, nor would I have come in here without the ring.

"Thank you. We are too" She hugged me and promised not to say anything to anyone until Saturday.

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On my way to the bistro, I was wondering where my faithful ghostly companions were up to today. Since my show on the bathroom this morning, I hadn't seen them. I was distracted from those thoughts by an incoming call from Seth.

"Is it ok with you if Amy tags along for the weekend?" He sounded nervous.

"Seth, really?"

"What?"

"Since when do you ask if it's ok to bring your dates?" He had never had the decency to ask.

"She's different. I don't want her to be uncomfortable. I know you don't know her…:"

I interrupted him "And how do you plan on us meeting her if she doesn't come?"

"Good point. So, she can come?"

"God, you are so obtuse. Of course, she can come. You don't even have to ask. She's your imprint and girlfriend." I rolled my eyes. Sometimes Seth was really not the brightest person.

"Ok. Have to go patrol. Bye, Bells."

I didn't have time to say goodbye. I laughed it off and parked near the entrance of the building.

Apparently, Sam had reserved a table for us and made one of the waitresses guide me there once I came in. I smiled getting emotional. He probably had been very busy during the day, and he'd probably stay after our lunch date. I was fine with it, I needed a nap anyway. My boyfriend didn't make wait much longer. Ten minutes after I was seated he sat in front of me after greeting me and kissing me.

"Have you been very busy?" He nodded.

"It's almost payday, and I was getting everything ready for them. Besides, I was arranging a series of meeting with a lawyer. I plan on making Seth a partner of the Bistro. That way I would be able to share responsibilities with someone, and have more time off when the baby arrives." I nodded. I knew this day would come, and I was happy for him. He never did anything halfway and rarely did anything he wasn't at least a 90% sure it was the correct thing.

"I'm glad for you." He smiled. "Have you told Seth already?"

"I'm meeting him later today. I really hope he accepts. We've talked about this a few times in the past, but I don't know what he really thinks." He said and waved to a waitress to come.

The waitress took our orders and once she left I turned my attention back to him.

"I'm sure he'll say yes. Especially now that he's with Amy. He's gonna want to have something stable and secure for the future" Seth was an accountant but hated the small company he worked for. "Besides, he really dislikes his current job"

"You're right." He sigh. "Enough about the others. How' was your day?"

"It was really good. I didn't get sick or dizzy. I felt a little tired at some point but I think that has more to do with my job than with the baby. And, your niece is breaking hearts in my classroom. Oh, and Angela knows."

He was about to comment when the waitress came with our orders. I had order pumpkin soup with cheese and Sam had ordered a double meat burger with fries. Our drinks were delivered not long after. We both had ordered ice teas. Neither of us enjoyed drinking coke very much.

"One at a time." He chuckled. "I'm glad you didn't have any more sickness. But you know what to do if you do. And try not to overdo at work. I can understand toddlers can be very active but you're pregnant and you're going to get tired faster, so be careful. I'm not trying to tell you what to do, or how to do your job. But just as you worry over me, I worry over you."

"I promise I'm been careful. And it's not a high-risk job." I don't know why I needed to add the last part. Maybe I felt a little bit annoyed at something he'd said, even though I knew he was right. But I wasn't going to pick up a fight with him over nothing.

"Second, What do you mean by Chelsea's breaking hearts? And How does Angela know?"

"Do remember Tobby, the little boy I told you had had trouble with Chelsea when we started dating?"

"The boy you told me had a crush on Chelsea and her on him?" I nodded. "Did she break his heart?" He sounded amused by it. I rolled my eyes. I was one hundred percent team Tobby.

"She was playing and laughing with another little boy today, Liam. And I swear little Tobby was heartbroken and almost crying watching them." I sighed. " It was the cutest thing ever. And I had to distract him and made him talk to me about what he was drawing"

"Are you sure about this?" he was now skeptical.

"I swear. Angela saw it too." she had commented on that after each of us made our ways to the parking lot.

"I guess I prefer that to other kids breaking her heart" I raised an eyebrow. In my view both were bad. Granted, Chelsea was an innocent 4-year old who probably (ok, definitely) didn't know what she was doing. "You know what I mean. I fear her getting hurt just as much as her dad does." I waited for the rest of the explanation, but he didn't elaborate.

"Sam…" I let go of my spoon and took one of his hands in both of mine. "What are you really worried about? Is it just Chelsea's heart?"

He sighed squeezing my hands. "I don't want our daughter to get hurt. I hate the thought of it. I don't want any boy getting near her. I want her to be raised inside the rez and only hang out with the wolves' kids. The chances of someone imprinting on her can be high." I looked at him stunned.

First, we didn't know if our baby was a girl or a boy, but now I knew what he wished for, which was funny as hell. Second, raising her only with the wolves? he would go insane. And if we had a girl and she was the object of someone's interest or imprint he would grow gray hair equally as fast.

"Wow" It was the only thing I managed to say.

"Too much?" He asked worriedly.

"No. That was very cute, Daddy. But you can't worry that much about things that are out of your control."

"I know."

"So...you want a girl, huh?" I asked hiding my smile behind the spoon full of soup.

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Paty4Hale

4/08/2019.