A.N.: Hey! So I decided to continue this with an EPOV. A couple of you requested it, and sorry it's kind of late. But fourbrats commented that she was confused and wanted to get an idea of what Edward was thinking, so here you go! I hope it clears things up and I hope you all like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, SM does.


EPOV

I messed up big time last night.

I let the most beautiful woman walk out of my life. I made a huge mistake and I'm paying for it.

I knew I was in love with Bella the second I laid eyes on her. And I knew I wanted to eventually spend the rest of my life with only her by my side when I found out how similar we were.

We liked tradition, though we could never do it together. I was very old school with a modern side to me that I wanted to sweep a woman off her feet and give her things she deserves, but I wouldn't stand in her way if she wanted to be more than just a dependable woman. I would support her in every way possible.

And whenever I dated a woman, I would do all the right things to "court" her: buy her flowers, open doors for her, including the car door, pay for dinner and give her a sweet kiss goodnight, and then move forward on other things when we were ready.

I also didn't believe in having sex on the first date, but rather waiting till I knew I was in love. I've only been in love maybe one time, and have only been with that one woman, till she broke my heart by cheating on me. I've been celibate till Bella.

Now, like I said before, I wanted to court women, be the white knight and all that shit like that. With Bella, though we liked traditional, old school ways, it didn't work out with us. We jumped right into the deep end before wading in the shallow end till we knew how to swim. And I don't regret one minute of it.

When we met in a club that particular night, we didn't hesitate about grinding on the floor to the loud techno music, practically having sex right then and there.

We drank a little too much and ended up making out in the corner before I suggested heading back to my place. I'm not usually like this. Neither was Bella, but we did anyway. We had a deep connection that couldn't be broken, so why bother waiting for the perfect moment when it was right there.

Bella and I just made it through the front door of my apartment before she jumped into my arms, me having quick reflexes and catching her, and we fucked on the floor before I pulled her into my bedroom and took her hard and fast three more times. After that neither of us could move and we fell into a deep sleep.

We woke up with hangovers and with no regrets about breaking our number one rule. We just couldn't give a fuck about it because we were happy just being in each other's arms. I never wanted to let her go.

But I couldn't just let this one time of rule breaking change my ways. I swept Bella off her feet and treated her like the queen she was. And then we ended back in bed after out date nights. We were insatiable.

I told her I loved her two weeks after our first romp, and she said those three little words right back to me.

We were like every couple – we fought, and we hated it. I loved the woman, but sometimes she got on my goddamn nerves. And I'm not saying I didn't do things, too. Most of the time I was pissing Bella off. And we screamed at each other, and most of the time, Bella ended up with a sore throat after our arguments.

But that's all it was – yelling. Never have I once hit Bella. I knew not to ever hit a woman, and never have I ever wanted to sometimes hit Bella whenever we fought. Sometimes I would get slapped across the face, but I deserved them; I was an asshole when we argued.

And it'd be like an hour later before we made up and fucked on the kitchen counter or maybe the sofa. We would realize we were fighting over nonsense most of the time after out fights.

I just graduated med school, and started my residency and Bella's a fourth grade teacher, and had just finished for the year. We both love our jobs. Though most of the time now I just wanted to never go back, with me working these 36 hour shifts. I hardly saw Bella, and when we could get to see each other, we couldn't really go out because I was just so tired and wanted to cuddle with her at one of our apartments.

Then everything came crashing down on me.

It was the end of July and we've been dating for almost six months now. I could never forget the monthly anniversaries, and I would go all out on those days, even if I was now tired all the time. It was worth putting one night aside to take care of Bella on our anniversaries, even when I was in school. I'd go all out and then we'd make love for hours.

I wanted to ask Bella to marry me soon, but everytime I wanted to do so, something would just get in the way, whether it was work or school or family obligations. I wanted to have the perfect moment, and all the times that came around weren't perfect enough. My next perfect moment was gonna be on our six month anniversary. I didn't care that it's only been six months since that night. What mattered the most was that I loved Bella with all my heart and wanted to spend the rest of my life showing her how much I did.

I just didn't expect some other thing getting in my way and stealing my chance.

I took her out and we went back to her apartment and I was gonna ask her there. I didn't want her feeling embarrassed by proposing to her in public. And I also feared that she'd reject me, and I would rather it be in the comfort of one of our apartments for her to say "no" than in a restaurant.

I just got ready to ask her when she blurted out the most surprising news to ever be told to me: Bella was pregnant with my baby.

The second 'I'm pregnant' escaped her lips, I knew that I couldn't propose to her. Not that I realized it was a mistake, just that I realized her news was way bigger, and though asking her to marry me was just as big, finding out that I was gonna be a father just simmered my surprise down and made me feel like I was the one surprised. My eyes were probably bugging out of my skull like a cartoon character and my mouth felt heavy, as if it dropped to the floor. I was shocked.

I was gonna be a dad.

I couldn't speak or breathe.

I desperately wanted to sweep Bella into my arms and kiss her all over her face and thank her for carrying a part of me and her inside her. But I couldn't find the words. My brain and voice felt numb. I couldn't even think.

Well, actually I could think. All that came to my mind was me questioning if I would be a good father. I was a doctor now, hardly around to see Bella. Now I was hardly gonna be around for my child.

Bella was smiling so wide, I was sure her face was gonna be stuck that way, but by the way it slowly faded, I was sure she wasn't expecting my silence.

I was happy and scared. I wanted this, I wanted us to be a family, but I just couldn't help but think if I was gonna be a good dad or eventually a good husband to Bella.

I needed time to think this through.

"I... I... I gotta go," I whispered, before getting up off the couch and walked out the door. I didn't even say "I love you" and a "bye". I was a horrible boyfriend/soon-to-be husband and daddy. And I totally regret staying silent and not speaking my concerns to Bella. I'm sure she felt like I did: excited and nervous all at the same time, and we would have worked this out together. We would have had help from our friends and family, and I'm sure the doctor would have given us some kind of reassurance. We would be in this together and I just fucked everything up by walking out that door on our anniversary.

It was two days later that Bella came over to my apartment. I didn't expect her to show up at that moment, actually expecting my take out, though I knew it was time to stop avoiding her. She gave me my space, my time to think, and I was sure she wanted some explanation. To be honest I was still fucking scared shitless about becoming a dad, and I had no idea how to speak my thoughts to Bella.

The only way I knew possible was to ignore her till I had my thoughts all organized. I had my TV on, and that was just some sort of distraction to throw her off a bit, to make her think I was just watching TV instead of working my brain till it exploded. Finally she had enough of the silence and marched in front of the TV and shut it off. Well there goes my thought process and my cool.

"Bella, hey did you do that? I was watching that!" I yelled out. It was a lie of course, but it was what helped me think somehow.

"I don't give a fuck about the fucking TV show, Edward. I want to talk," she seethed. Still standing in front of the TV. We had a staring contest, hoping she'd back down and give me one more minute to think things through. She then spoke up. I couldn't blame her. It felt like the silence was just so loud.

"You just left. Why did you just leave? I tell you that we're having a baby, and you leave without giving me a reason to why you had a shocked look on your face."

I then said the things I never wanted to say. It was word vomit. All my frustration came out in hurtful words. I never meant them, but they just came out because of all this stress about work and our baby and me wanting to marry her was on my shoulders and in a way, it was lifted off, but then it then felt like a kick to my gut when I realized I said them.

"What did you expect, Bella? That I'd be fucking ecstatic about being a father? I'm 26. I just graduated med school. I'm doing my residency, working 36 hour shifts most of the time. I'm not gonna be around as much, so I can't take care of a screaming baby at night if I'm not around or I'm only working on two hours of sleep. And how do I know that it's mine? All the times I'm gone, you could be fucking someone else and he knocked you up."

Again... oops. I should have just kept my mouth shut, or at least took a few deep breaths and then spoke what was really on my mind: that I was happy, nervous, fucking scared to death. But I just had to be an asshole at that moment and speak hurtful words to the love of my life. I couldn't even believe the words that came out of my mouth. How could I accuse Bella of being unfaithful, when I knew she wouldn't hurt me? I wouldn't blame her if she said she hated me. And I definitely do not blame her for slapping my face. Hard. Three times.

"I can't believe you! You're being so insensitive! How could you say that? Of course it's yours! I've been nothing but faithful to you! Only you! How dare you accuse me of cheating on you!"

Bella then started to cry. I hurt her and I felt like shit.

"I know that we're young and that we both have careers important to us. I know you working your residency is very time consuming, that you wouldn't be around all the time. But I just can't believe you're being so selfish and arrogant, thinking only about yourself,"she continued.

"What about me? I'm the one who has to carry this child for nine months, who has to go through the body changes, the mood swings, the morning sickness, the cravings, the labor pain. I'm gonna be taking time off in a while, giving up my career to take care of ourbaby until I'm able to go back, while you don't change at all and you get to keep your job. I'm the one being selfless.

"I would think that you would be happy! We love each other and we made something because we loved each other, and you're gonna say you don't want it. Do you even want me? Do you even love me? Or have you been living a lie for six months? If you loved me and wanted me, you would love and want our baby, and you would actually put me and our child first before yourself, to make sure I was alright and that our baby was alright.

"I believed you to be so much different, Edward Cullen. I thought you were not like all the other guys out there who are total assholes. But I guess I'm wrong! I'm always wrong! You just proved to me you're just like them. If you don't want me, if you don't want this baby, then it's over, Edward. I can take care of me and our baby on my own. I don't need you. I don't want anything from you. Goodbye, Edward. I'm done playing this game."

Right then I knew I was the biggest fucking asshole jerk on the planet. I hurt her so much that she believed I was like all the other guys out there who play women and leave them when they find out they're gonna be dads and aren't ready for it, without talking it through.

She then walked out on me. The second she said goodbye and turned on her heel, I woke up and realized I made the biggest mistake and had to apologize for my words and actions and tell her how much I was ecstatic for our baby, even if I was scared. But every new parent is, so I shouldn't have felt like I was the only one.

I followed her down the hall and down the stairs, screaming, "Bella, baby, come back! I'm sorry! So, so sorry! I didn't mean the things I said. I want you and I want our baby. I'm so happy that you're pregnant. I'm just so scared, and I shouldn't feel like I'm the only one. I'm sure you are, too. It's just this came out of nowhere and I was just so confused about this. Please, baby. I'm really sorry. I love you and I love our baby. Please give me one more chance. I'll do anything. Please forgive me!"

Bella then turned around to me once we were outside the building.

"Edward! Just stop! You're making a fool out of yourself. I don't want to hear it! It's over!" She then walked away from me, leaving me standing outside, totally shattered.

I lost her. She was my everything and I fucked up big time and the result was in me losing her completely.

I was sure that by the way she was constantly calling me and leaving me frantic messages that she made a mistake in not listening to my apologies and not letting me get an word in after her rant about me being a fucking shithead, and that she was sorry and that she loved me. I just didn't have the strength to pick up and forgive her. I was sorry, too, and I loved her. I already forgave her, though she didn't know that. In fact there was nothing for her to apologize for; I completely deserved the slaps and the monologue she gave me.

But I guess I just needed some more time to think things through.

I was sick of my phone ringing, so I answered and wouldn't let her speak, cutting her off my saying, "Just leave me alone, Bella."

I then hung up.

I really needed to be left alone so I could collect my thoughts. Maybe I shouldn't have said it in those words, in a way that made her believe I hated her and wanted nothing more to do with her, when I would give my life for her and our unborn child. I should have said it was OK, that I forgave her, that I needed some more time to think things through and that I'll call her or something when I was ready.

I actually didn't need much time.

I knew what I wanted. I knew who I wanted.

I wanted Bella and the baby. I wanted it all with her, and I needed to do it soon. But everytime I wanted to call her, I'd pussy out and hang up. And then I was a shit for ignoring her calls again.

I then went and changed my locks, and I was in my apartment when she tried to get in, but her key wouldn't let her. The whole changing of the locks situation wasn't to keep Bella out. My place was broken into, and I lost my digital camera, TV and expensive stereo. It was trashed, but I was glad no pictures got ruined, except that of broken glass and frames. And I didn't have any cash hanging around, or any family heirlooms; those were in a safety deposit box. I kept Bella's engagement ring on me at all times, just in case I ever got up the nerve to find her and propose to her after her really accepting my apology.

It had been weeks since Bella left me.

I was still depressed and still a chickenshit. I still ignored her calls that came in every couple of days and still pussied out when I tried to call her or show up at her apartment.

It was raining heavily today

I had a shift in the ER this morning and when I was done, I was gonna man up and go to Bella's, to tell her I was sorry and hope that me proposing to her, after telling her of my plans on our six month anniversary before the baby bomb got dropped, would make her realize I was in this for the long haul.

But everything changed that day.

We got a call from a couple of paramedics that there was a bad accident in one of the major intersections, and that they were on their way with one of the victims. One death and one injured driver. The man who died, died upon impact; he didn't have his seatbelt on and skidded along the wet asphalt, leading him to running a red light accidentally and hitting another driver. The woman who was driving and got hit on the passenger side, but she could probably have some minor injuries, and maybe a really bad neck ache from the possible whiplash she could have received.

When they were rolling in the woman on the gurney, I recognized the long wavy mahogany hair, and the striped shirt she was wearing. She was unconscious, but I knew who it was.

Bella.

I ran up to the paramedics, right beside them wheeling the gurney down the hall to an empty room. I was screaming to her, "Bella! Baby wake up! I'm here! I'm sorry! I love you!", hoping that she'd wake up. Right now I was hoping she could hear me and be reassured that I was there and that I was taking care of her.

We hooked Bella up to the machines so we could get a heartbeat and brainwaves. I told them I was her boyfriend and that she was pregnant, so she should get hooked up so we could find the baby's heartbeat.

Luckily we did. Everything seemed fine, and Bella looked to just be scratched up and bruised a bit, nothing too serious, but we were keeping her overnight just to check up on her

It was a few hours later that Bella woke up. Because it was Bella, my boss let me clock out to be there for Bella when she woke up, another doctor reassigned to her. I had changed out of my scrubs and had my normal clothes back on and was staying in her room, holding her hand and begging her to wake up so I could see her beautiful brown eyes.

Her doctor, Dr. Cheney, called me out into the hall to give me more information on her status, that all the tests she went through were fine and that she'd just walk out with a couple of scratches and bruises at most tomorrow, but they were definitely keeping her overnight for surveillance. I thanked him and was about to walk in. I looked to my right, looking into Bella's room and seeing her lovely face looking right back at me.

She was awake!

I gasped and ran back into her room, immediately taking her face into my trembling hands kissing all over her face, all over her scratches and finally her pouty red lips. I was crying because I was just so happy she woke up. I needed to beg for her forgiveness now. Life is so precious and I could have lost her. We need to make sure that we never walk out and never not apologize or forgive because we never know what could happen.

"Oh, Bella! I'm so so so sorry! I'm sorry, love. I love you, baby. So so much, baby! Please forgive me!" I kept saying, still kissing her face and lips. I felt her kiss me back, so I knew that she loved me and forgave me.

"Edward, I'm sorry. I take it all back. I don't want it to be over. I want you! Only you. I love you, so much. I'm so sorry!" she cried out, her eyes watering and streaming trails of salty tears that I could taste as I kissed them away. She clung to my neck, refusing to loosen her grip, and I wouldn't have it any other way. I never wanted her to leave me and I never wanted to let her go. She was what made me look forward to each day.

"It's OK, love. I forgive you, only if you forgive me for my behavior and for all the awful things I said to you and our baby. I didn't mean any of it. I want to be a daddy. I want to be your husband. I want everything with you. Please forgive me. And take me back."

"I forgive you. I forgave you a long time ago, but you wouldn't take my calls, and I thought you gave up on us. Please don't give up on us. I need you! I love you! Please forgive me!" she whimpered out, still not loosening her grip on my neck.

"I forgive you. Just don't ever do something so stupid again, like drive in the heavy rain. It's not safe. A lot of people get in car accidents because of the rain. You got real lucky. Others weren't."

"But someone ran a light and crashed into me. I didn't do anything."

"I know. He ran a light because the rain make him skid and crash into you. He wasn't so lucky. He died upon impact."

"Oh my God! That could have been me!" she exclaimed. It really could have been me.

"Thank God! I'm glad you're fine. Just some cuts and bruises. You should be released tomorrow," I said, kissing her scratched forehead.

"What about the baby? Is it fine?" she asked. Oh yeah! The baby! Well... not really ababy.

"They're fine," I replied, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. I was really happy about this.

"Come again? 'They'?" Bella asked to make sure she heard me clear, her eyes bugging out of her head.

"Yes. 'They'. We're having twins, Bella," I said still smiling, then leaning in to kiss her passionately. She reciprocated.

Yes, we were having twins. When Bella was still unconscious, and I told the other doctors that I was her boyfriend and the father of the baby she was carrying, we got an OB/GYN in here, and she did a sonogram. And from what she could see what that Bella was almost two months pregnant and that there were two heartbeats. Not one. But two.

When I found out I was gonna be the daddy of two lives, I almost passed out. I was already freaking out about having one and now I knew I was gonna be taking care of two.

But then I put all my fears aside and took in the joy I felt that I created two lives with Bella. I was completely over the moon.

I slid in next to Bella on the bed and pulled her close to me, being careful of the IV in her arm. She laid her head on my chest and I rubbed her back in small circles. I was sure she was in pain now that the pain killers were wearing off, but the nurse seemed to know and gave Bella more morphine and she was as high as a kite, then eventually fell asleep on my chest. I hummed to her and then fell asleep myself.

Bella was released the next day, and I wheeled her out of the hospital and drove her home. I was given two weeks off to make sure Bella was OK, and also to relax a bit since I had been putting in hours nonstop and deserved a break for a bit. I used that time to make things up to her, including getting down on one knee and proposing to her properly as I had planned a month ago.

We decided to get married down in city hall a week later, exactly on our seventh month anniversary, keeping to tradition by getting married on one of our anniversaries and making it officially our real anniversary, holding true to our hearts that on that specific date seven months before that we met and fell in love at first sight. We also wanted to be married before the babies were born, besides just wanting to be together forever officially.

Since Bella was OK, we used the rest of the time I had off for a small, intimate honeymoon in my apartment. Well, our apartment now. We already had spent more time at mine while we were dating, and since it was bigger and had another room for the nursery we needed to get ready. Bella officially moved all her stuff in after she was released (actually I did because she was still "recovering", even if it was just a few bruises and scratches), so now we lived together and were husband and wife.

When we had the babies, and they were old enough to walk, we'll have a bigger ceremony, renewing our vows, and they'll be our flower girls or ring bearers or maybe one of each. I really didn't care if we had two girls or two boys or one of both. I just wanted them and Bella. But we wouldn't find out what the sex of the babies were until Bella was at least five months pregnant.

Bella's only two months in, and she was having really bad morning sickness, and I was there by her side to make sure she was OK. I didn't want to miss anything, even her puking her guts out.

Another seven months passed, and Bella was huge! She always talks herself down and says she looks ugly and like a whale, but I believe she's the most beautiful pregnant woman I ever laid eyes on. We decided to wait to find out the sexes, but we did find out they were fraternal twins, so we knew we had a chance of either combination. I knew Bella was anxious to meet the babies and find out if we were having both girls or both boys or one of each, and I was feeling that exact same way. I really wished we never agreed in waiting, but it was gonna be worth it in the end.

On April 20, we gave birth to two healthy babies, a boy and a girl, named Nicholas Anthony and Abigail Marie. They were the most beautiful babies I had ever seen. We're biased but who cares? Nick and Abby were ours and we loved them with all our hearts.

Bella said that after her accident, she felt clean.

Pure.

And I believed that I was like that, too. That rainy day changed our lives and brought us back together, washing away all the pain we suffered. We would be together forever and nothing was gonna be in our way of fulfilling that plan. Everything would be perfect for the four of us.


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I already had this as complete, but now it's officially complete. I don't plan on making it a further story. Sorry. I'm gonna focus on finishing my other story, One of the Boys, and then posting a BxE story I started writing, and then later posting the other 20 stories I have ideas for. Haha! I'll put up a mass AN on my stories when I plan on posting the new story, along with a summary, so if you Author/Story Alert, you'll get an email about that. I'm trying to think of a title, but maybe I'll have you all comment a title idea for me, then I start a poll and you all can vote. I hope to do that soon.

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