CHAPTER 14

I look at the letter, but I don't open it… I can't find it in me to read his disgust with me… his disappointment.

"Bella," Rose thumps on the door. "Open up."

I don't, the door between us the only thing keeping her disappointment in me hidden. "No," my reply muffled by my pillow.

"I have a doctors appointment and I want you to be there."

"I'm pretty sure that is why you have a baby-daddy," I retort.

"Bella, if I had a mother, I'd be taking her instead, and you are the closest thing I've ever had to one. I'm not asking because Emmett's busy, I'm asking because I want my sister with me."

I churn her words over in my brain, but the haze makes the words impossible to believe. She has to have some other ulterior motive, "whatever," I reply.

"Well, I'm running late, so hurry up."

I push myself up off the bed and join her in the hall, "let's go then."

She looks me up and down, "you're going looking like that?"

I don't check myself out to see what she is seeing, I just don't care. I shrug my shoulder and turn back to my room.

"No, it's fine," she backtracks.

Sighing heavily, I trudge out to her car.

"Are you okay Bella?" Rose asks shooting me worried glances instead of watching the road.

"Peachy-keen, ecstatic, wonderful, the best I've ever been," I reply lazily.

"I'm worried about you, you know. I know you sometimes feel down… but it has never been this bad, has it?."

"Really? I don't know what you're taking about," I keep my focus on the passing greenery of the town.

"I'm thinking about the name Charlie, whether it's a boy or a girl."

I sigh, "dad will love that, he'd even get teary over it… if he were alive."

"Yeah… I miss him so much. Now more than ever."

I know how she feels, but I don't verbalise my sentiment, it matters little.

She pulls into the hospital car park and instead of exiting the car, she turns and faces me fully. I don't meet her front on, I just look out the windscreen at the brick wall that makes up one side of the hospital.

"Do I need to be worried about you?"

"Of course not," I reply robotically, then I exit the car and wait for her.

She gets out and walks toward the main entrance where she talks to the lady at the main desk, then sits next to me in the waiting area.

"Swan," a doctor calls out into the waiting area. Rose grabs my arm and leads us through the halls behind the doctor to a plainly furnished room. "Take a seat, ladies." I sit in a seat beside Rose, who shifts uncomfortably in her seat. "So you must be Rosalie, pleased to meet you." He shakes Rose's hand, then diverts his attention to me. "Which means you must be Isabella." My brow furrows as a deep dread takes hold of my stomach. "So I'm sure by now you have figured out that we aren't here for Rosalie, but for you."

I look at Rose blankly at she stares back just as much so.

"You could've just asked me instead of lying to me. I would never do that to you." My voice as emotionless as my face.

"You wouldn't have come, and if I am ever in the funk you are in, then I sincerely hope you do do this for me."

"You can go, I'll walk home."

"I'm not going to leave you here."

"So you can make sure I don't bail."

"Because I don't want to leave you here."

"Just go Rose, I won't leave and my legs work fine."

"Alright, I'll go, but just remember that I did this because I love you."

"So this is what love is, is it?" I ask sarcastically.

I don't know why she even bothered, there is nothing wrong with me, well that's not true, but there is nothing a doctor can do to fix me. Why couldn't she just leave me alone… why would she waste her time?