Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight and all recognizable characters and situations contained therein. All original content in this story is property of the author. Story is rated M, and may contain graphic language, violence, mild to moderate drug use, descriptions of domestic violence, and sexual situations.

**Two months later Paul POV**

Two months have gone by since the warrants were served at the Cullen estate. Carlisle made bail almost immediately, he let Emmett sit in Los Angeles county jail for 3 weeks, and then bailed him out. They both were on house arrest, and there was a restraining order in place making it so they could have no contact with Bella.

However, that didn't stop the rest of the family. Alice, who I learned was Emmett Cullen's sister, called both Jasper and Bella repeatedly for a two weeks straight. She alternated between pleading for Bella to drop the charges, and for both Jasper and Bella to go back to Los Angeles, and berating them for having the backbone to tell her to fuck off.

Cullen's mother had the flat out gall to call Charlie Swan. The media was split, the tabloid rags and media outlets like TMZ, maligned Bella, made her out to be a whore, and a gold digger. The more reputable outlets didn't talk much about her at all, other than to say she was lucky to be alive. Mostly, they talked about me. I was called a hero, a victim, a lone bastion of morality in a sport filled with cheaters.

It was strange, I didn't want the attention, and neither did Bella, all we wanted was to try to move on. Personally, I was hoping that maybe we could move on together. Pulling up in front of Chief Swan's house, I get out of my car, and head up to the door.

Ringing the bell, I wait for a few minutes, and Chief Swan opens the door, his hand hovering above the gun on his hip. I don't take it personally, if I had a daughter and she'd been through what Bella had, I don't even know what I'd do.

Charlie breathes a sigh, and steps aside, saying, "Hey Paul, c'mon in."

I reply, as I step inside, "Hey Chief. How you doin?"

He shrugs, "I'm okay. Can't say the same for Bella though."

Worried now, I ask, "What do you mean? What happened?"

He smirks a little, laughing, as he says, "Jesus, boy, you got it bad… That actually may be the one thing the tabs got right… Bella's feeling a little under the weather, stomach bug, sucks because she's only just stopped looking like a walking skeleton. Hopefully she'll be better tomorrow, but I doubt she's up to company."

I can feel my face fall, I can't control it, and he shakes his head, chuckling, "Just grab one of those shake things and bring it up to her. At least she'll get some nutrition in her that way. I have to head out to the station for a while, so I would appreciate it if you hung around with her."

Nodding, I reply, "That was the plan, Chief."

I head through to the kitchen, opening the fridge I grab one of the shake things, and help myself to a bottle of water. I'm back in training, today is my rest day though, so here I am. As I walk up the stairs, Bella's door opens and she streaks across the hallway into the bathroom.

A second later I hear the sound of her being sick. Hurrying, I hit the top step, and go into the bathroom behind her, crouching down to hold her hair back. I rub her back soothingly through the tee shirt she's wearing and she moans as the heaving finally stops.

We sit here together, and she leans back against me, her eyes closed as she wipes at her mouth with the back of her hand. She takes a deep breath, and a tear slides down her face, as she says, "Paul… I think I might be pregnant…"

Oh shit… keeping my voice even, I ask, "Cullen?"

She nods, and sobs, "God. Fuck my life… Yeah, we…we had sex the night before the shit hit the fan. It wasn't good, it wasn't loving. I was so disgusted with myself and him and the way he'd been acting, I didn't even really want to do it, but I figured it was either just get it over with or chance a huge blowout fight. It was the only time we had any sexual contact the whole time I was in LA. I didn't even think to ask him to use a condom, and he probably didn't even think about it either since we were supposed to be getting married within the year anyway."

I rub her shoulders lightly, "It's going to be okay, Bella. Pregnant or not, you're out of that. You never have to tell him. He doesn't need to know. You can make whatever decision that is best for you. What makes you think you are, anyway?"

Bella sighs, "I've missed two periods. The first, I chalked up to how skinny I was and the malnutrition. I had read that both of those things could cause skipped periods. Now though? Coupled with the puking? It's the only thing that fits. God, how am I going to tell my dad?"

Smiling slightly, because I know Chief would die before he did anything to hurt Bella further, I say, "You're going to look him in the eye, tell him to sit down, and then just say it. Bella he loves you, he'll support you, whatever choice you make."

She nods, "You're right. I know what my choice is already though…If I am pregnant, which I probably am, I'm going to keep the baby. Regardless of anything, I loved Emmett once, I can't kill our baby. And you're right. I don't ever have to tell him. He never needs to know. I just…I guess this means whatever we have been doing is done now, right?"

Wrapping my arms around her waist, I kiss the top of her head, "No, it doesn't. It hurts me that you think I'd cut and run on you for a little thing like you being pregnant with someone else's kid. I want you to be a part of my life, Bella. I want to be a part of yours, for better or for worse. I want you. We'll get through this.