Expect the Unexpected Chapter 2: Deceiving and Goodbyes, a twilight fanfic

Disclaimer: I am not Stephenie Meyer. Nor do I own the Twilight Saga or its characters; although I like take them and play around with them.

Please excuse the lateness of this chapter! All lot goes on in my RL, and my beta's also. I hope the next one doesn't come out as late, but thanks for sticking around everyone.

Sending a load of rain from Washington to my beta JFresshhh, since she sent me a huge California wave.

Thank you to HypnoticMemories who also corrected me in this!

Thank you to all those who alerted, reviewed, and favorited! I hope that you will all like this chapter too :)

There's a little Spanish in this chapter, so translations are below. Also, anything with an asterisk mark, the notes/info is at the end too :)

On a side note, to those who don't like a cheater Edward (I don't either)… trust me, his day will come. He has to be like this to set up a very dramatic plot… don't worry… he'll be faithful… hold on and be patient! This chapter is mostly going to be in Seattle, because we left a very confused and secretive Bella and James on the shadows… shall we see what they're going to do?

See you all below!

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Chapter 2- Deceiving and Goodbyes

(Chicago, IL)

Jessica started her day like any other day in the life of an heiress. Her maid—whom she loved with all her heart—Carmen, awoke her from her regular "8 or plus hours" beauty rest, she then went to the terrace out for breakfast with the family. It was fall, but her family's loft was perfect for use for all the seasons. The terrace is a closed space, but you're still able to see the wonderful city of Chicago below.

At the Stanley family breakfasts, she would usually be joined by her mother, Susan, and her older brother, Benjamin. Sometimes even her brother's girlfriend, Tia, would come in the morning and join them. Since her father was always traveling, he was hardly over there to eat with the family.

And besides her father's absence, Jessica's life was truly in order.

Except she would then remember that she had a whole wedding to plan.

She took a last bite of her gourmet breakfast, and kissed her mom on the cheek. "Thanks for the food, Carmen! Bye, Mommy, I have so many things to take care of. Ben, do you want to go and help me?" she asked, turning to her brother.

He took a bite of his sandwich, and looked at her like she was crazy—which in his mind, she totally was. He scoffed. "Yeah, I'd love to go and help you plan a wedding that I don't even want you to have."

She threw her hair from her shoulders. "Oh, psh, Ben. Like you have better things to do today, anyway! Plus stop talking about my wedding like that. I adore my dear lovey and we're getting married. End of discussion!" Her mother rolled her eyes on Jessica's ridiculous pet name for Edward.

Jess huffed a little and rolled her eyes. Waving a last time to Carmen and her mom, she was off to dive into the world that is… bridal shopping.

"Mom," Ben said, quietly after Jess left. "Don't you think she's too young for this? Seriously! She's twenty-four! I'm twenty-six and haven't even thought about marriage."

Carmen sighed at the brother's arrogance. "Ben," she began, in her thick Columbian accent. "I don't think you should meddle in your sister's life any more than you already do. Dejar de hablar de ella, for goodness sake!"

"I agree with Carmen, Benjamin," Susan said sternly. "You are right—your sister is twenty-four, meaning she can make her own life decisions. Even if she'll fall down… we need to let her get herself back up."

Ben rolled his eyes at his mother's attempt in being philosophical. "But, Mom—"

"The only 'butt' I want to see is yours, moving out that door to take your father's place in the office, and then to call him."

He opened his mouth to protest, but Carmen stopped him. "Go, cariño, and stop making your mamá frustrated. Ay, Dios mío."

Susan silently thanked Carmen for her interruption.

Ben grumbled under his breath and left the table, angrily walking towards the door.

Susan sighed, "Ay Carmen… are they always like this?"

Carmen shrugged and laughed. "You tell me, Miss Susan. I only raised one of them, and she's somewhere in Canada!"

Both women casually chatted, laughing about their own children's fumbles. Carmen cleared the table, and Susan left to go out to join her friends in a small boutique just off of Chicago.

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(Seattle, WA)

Riiiiiing!

"Ugh," Jacob grumbled.

Riiiiiing!

"Dammit. Someone pick up the phone!"

Bella was walking down the hallway and laughed at Jake's bad morning mood. She stuck her head in his room. "Jake, get up! Besides, that was your alarm clock!"

"How are you such in a good mood? You're as much of a night owl as I am."

She giggled, "I have many things to do today. Lazy ass!" she yelled, as she was walking downstairs.

He grunted as he sat up. Jacob smiled as he threw a pillow at the door, thinking Bella was still standing there. When he saw that she wasn't, he rolled his eyes and got up grudgingly.

Seth and Bella were in the kitchen, laughing and playing with their breakfast. Seth was cooking some omelets, wearing an apron that Bella bought him for his birthday.

Jacob was approaching the kitchen, yawning hugely while scratching his head. He honestly looked really hung over.

Bella laughed out loud when she glanced at Jake's face.

"What in the world? Jacob, I don't know why you're so tired! It's almost 4 pm!"

He sighed, "It's got to be 9 am somewhere in the world, right? Besides, some people don't know what time is bed time." He looked at Seth, glaring.

Seth snickered. "I just wanted to celebrate your win! I'm sure that if you were tired, you would've told me to go home hours before."

Bella was confused. She thought that they were asleep in bed late at night.

Seth noticed Bella's expression and turned to explain. "So you see," he began, flipping the last of his eggs for Jacob, "since Jake won the competition, I was so proud that I suggested we go out for dinner."

"Then we were going to ask you to join us," Jake added, "but you were totally passed out on the couch."

"So, I took you upstairs while Jake was laughing silently to himself, telling me that you looked completely dead," Seth continued.

Jacob snickered. "I blame those hormones," he said, mostly to himself.

Bella heard and turned to Jake and slapped him.

"So anyways," Seth said. "We both tucked you in, and left to go meet some friends."

"Well, Seth's friends from the hospital," Jake corrected.

"So basically, you just completely ditched me, and went out to dinner?" Bella feigned being hurt.

"Bells, we tried to wake you up!" Jake defended. "Seriously, I don't know what the heck was on your mind, but you were out cold."

Bella's face dropped and she twirled her hands on her lap nervously.

"What's wrong baby Bells?" Seth walked over to her and asked.

"I'm so nervous! It's not like we're married or anything… he has no obligation to—"

Jake frowned. "Bella, he has an obligation to you. He told you he loves you and tonight's the ultimate test. When are you going to tell him?"

She shrugged. "At around six, I guess? It usually gets dark at that time, right?"

"In this time of month? Totally, Bella," Seth said.

She shrugged again, this time much more confortable. "Well, then I guess at six."

Knock, knock, knock!

Seth glanced to the front door. "That's weird. Who could that be?"

Jacob mumbled an "I don't know" and headed for the door.

Bella was gathering her things to meet James in the park when she heard Seth gasp. She turned around and was face to face with a blond man.

"Seth?" the man said, sternly. "I need to speak to you… alone."

Bella was so confused. Who was this man, barging in here acting like he owned the place? But Jacob's eyes were wide with panic… He knew who this was.

This is Seth's father… Carlisle Cullen.

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(Chicago, IL)

Esme was sitting on her luxurious sofa, reading a magazine when she heard the door open.

"Mom!" a frantic voice called. "Are you here?"

She smiled. Her darling son was home. As a mother, she expected herself to be present in her children's lives no matter how 'grown up' they claim to be.

Except for…

"Um, yes dear. I'm in the living room." She shook her head to clear her thoughts. She knew that if she dwelled on her youngest son, she would have another attack.

Edward, her oldest, came in the room looking agitated. He headed straight for his mother's waiting arms on the couch.

He sighed. "Mom, Dad called me today at the agency." Esme closed her eyes… she knew this was coming. "He said you had another attack?"

He was referring to Esme's panic attack that had, apparently, occurred this afternoon. It made Edward apprehensive because he knew that with her breast cancer and her heart disease, any stress or panic attacks can certainly cause a stroke… or worse. She pulled back from the warm embrace of her son. "Yes."

Edward narrowed his eyes. "Yes? That's—that's all you're giving me?"

"There's nothing else to say." She stood up and crossed her arms in defiance.

"Mom," he said firmly. "You can… die." Edward whispered the last word, hating have to say it out loud.

Esme smiled. "I would only go if God said my time was up."

Edward groaned. He knew his mother was a strict Catholic, but this was insane! "You're not thinking about yourself, Mom. If God wanted Seth to come home, he would!"

Esme's face fell. She hated it when people spoke ill of her son. "Do not attack your brother, Edward Anthony."

Edward looked regretful. He hated to bring up his brother. "Where is dad?" he asked, softly, hoping to change the subject.

Esme narrowed her eyes, knowing what he was trying to do. "He left." Edward's face shot straight up to meet his mom's impassive expression. "Rather abruptly, I might add. He said that he had a business meeting to go to, but he'll be by back tomorrow morning."

As Esme left the room, her heels clicking on the marble floors, Edward stood there, motionless.

His father left his sick mother alone… right after an attack? This does not sound like him.

At all.

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(Seattle, WA)

Seth was face to face with his father that he hasn't seen for over six years. He knew that this visit isn't only for a tête-à-tête, because he knew his father. He wouldn't travel half way across the country to visit his gay son. Especially after he kicked him out six years ago.

Carlisle glanced around to the panicky other two people in the room, and brought his nose in disgust when he looked at Jacob.

Bella was confused by the whole exchange. She still had no idea who this man was, or what he was doing here.

"We can talk," Seth said, breaking the silent tension.

Jacob was wide-eyed, and looked at Seth. He nodded reassuringly, and Jacob sighed.

Bella was tired of being out of the loop. "Who are you, sir?" she sneered at the older man.

Carlisle narrowed his eyes. "I'm his… father."

Bella gasped, receiving the silent hint to get the hell out of that room. She took Jacob by the hand and walked out of the room, slowly.

Seth sighed, closing his eyes. "What in the world are you doing here?"

"Your mother… she's… she's, um, not doing so well." Carlisle stumbled through, clearly not comfortable.

Seth nodded. "And what do I have to do with that?"

Carlisle shot Seth a look. "What do you mean 'do with that'?" he asked, incredulously. "You're her son."

Seth left out a breath. "Am I?"

"Of course you are, Seth! Just because I…" Carlisle paused, taking a breath, "Don't approve of your boyfriend"—he sneered at the word — "doesn't mean that you don't have responsibilities that you owe to your mother."

Seth's face softened. "Well what's been happening? I haven't exactly been 'in the loop.'"

Carlisle's face looked pained. "Seth," he warned. "Don't make me regret my visit."

Seth let out a chuckle. "Oh! So this is a visit now?"

"Don't use my words against me, Seth Davis. I'm here to ask…" He sighed again. "To ask for your help."

Seth's mouth dropped. "Wow. The great Carlisle Cullen has come to ask his son for help," he said, bitterly.

Carlisle's face didn't change. "Your mom is in need of you… she is very, very sick." He dropped his face, and looked at his hands. "The doctors say that if she keeps up this anxiety level, coupled with her worry of you… she'll… she'll die." Carlisle spoke in a whisper, "The only way I might be able to help her in the slightest way is having you in her life again. Her spirits will lift up, and she'll be happier, no doubt."

Seth couldn't believe this. He had never seen his dad show the slightest bit of compassion… now, he was… hurting because he might lose his wife. And although Seth never, ever forgave his father for being so judgmental of his life style… he missed his mother. So much.

"I'll go see her," he agreed softly.

Carlisle looked up. "Leave tomorrow, then. Drive up there, because your mom doesn't know you're so far away."

Seth scoffed, silently. Of course she doesn't know that he lives so far away. He'd bet money on the fact that his father probably never told his mom about his life. His boyfriend, his job, his best friend… nothing.

"Oh, and don't bring that—that boy." He curved his mouth in disgust. "Your mom won't handle that very well."

Seth shook his head. He knew that Carlisle would say that.

Carlisle stood up, and put his hand out to Seth. He glanced at it uneasily, but shook it, anyway.

Carlisle nodded. "I'll um… see you soon." He parted without even a glance back, and slammed the door when he left.

A lone tear escaped Seth's eyes. "Love you too, Dad… I missed you," he whispered, brokenly.

Jacob and Bella reentered the room when they didn't hear any more talking. Seth was still staring at the door when Bella pulled him in for a hug.

"I'm so sorry, Seth…" she mumbled in his ear.

Seth shook his head, and hugged her back. "S'not your fault, Bella."

Bella pulled back. She glanced at her watch and frowned. "It's almost 6:30… I'm late to see James." She looked apologetically at her friends. "I'll see you both later. Wish me luck." She weakly smiled and turned away.

Bella left the house, feeling extremely depressed for her friend. She wished there was some way that she could help him.

Seth looked at the door as Bella left, and whispered to Jacob. "Another person to walk out on me."

Jacob crossed the room, and hugged Seth, tightly. "She's coming back, Seth… she'll never leave you. I won't either."

Seth sobbed on Jake's shoulder. "I have to pack. I'll leave tomorrow at noon."

Jake pulled back. "I love you, Seth. Nothing bad is going to happen… trust me."

Seth smiled a little. "I love you, too." He began to walk upstairs, and then turned back to Jake's figure, who was standing in the middle of the living room. "Now, stop your moping. Bella is about to give the news of her life! Go make her a cake or something."

Seth's sudden change in mood made Jake scoff and laugh. "Yeah, yeah, yeah."

Seth got to his room and began to pack his things. He shouldn't keep his past on his mind. The past is gone… and look on the bright side; at least he is going to see his mother.

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Bella sat on the park bench, admiring the strange colors the sky made. It was twilight; the sun was setting and Washington's fall wind made it chillier than it should be.

But she was content. She knew that James would jump with joy. She heard the sound of footsteps on the gravel, and turned around to see James walking towards her.

She smiled and stood up. "I was beginning to think that you wouldn't show up," she joked.

He smirked. "And miss giving you some news? Nah."

She furrowed her eyebrows. "Me? I thought that I was going to give you some news…"

James chuckled. "Well then it looks like we both have news to give each other."

She grinned. "Okay…" She took a breath, then stumbled through the words in her head. "Um… you first."

James took her hands and threw his head back in laughter. "I don't think so, missy! You were acting weird yesterday, so you go first!"

Bella took another deep breath, "I don't know if I should yet. I mean… I don't know if you'll like it, or if you—"

James pressed a finger to her lips. "I'll listen to everything you say, Bella. I promise. I love you so much."

Bella smiled softly, and nodded. "I'm um…" She chuckled at her nervousness. "I'm… uh…"

James shook his head. "Come on, Bells. Spit it out. I'm dying of nervousness!"

"Not as much as me," she muttered to herself. "Okay, then," she said as she looked at him straight in the eye.

She gazed at his deep gray eyes, and suddenly pictured her life in the future… a grown up version of herself, sitting on the swings in this very park. James on the end of the slide, with his arms out, just as a little boy slid down into them. James twirled the little boy around and kissed him on the cheek.

Bella was smiling to herself before James pulled her out of her reverie waving his hands around her face. "Earth to Bella?"

She chuckled and shook her head. "I'm pregnant, James," she blurted out, still in a daze from her daydream.

James's smiled gradually disappeared. He blinked several times and gulped. He dropped his hands from Bella's face, and took a few steps back.

Bella didn't know why he was walking away from her and began to panic. "What's wrong?" she questioned.

James gripped the bench for support, and his face was paler than usual. "Wha—?" he started to say, but shut his mouth, suddenly.

Bella stepped towards him, and he flinched when she rested her hand on his.

"Is it mine?" James snarled.

Bella's eyes went wide. "Is it yours?" she asked incredulously. "Of course it's yours! Do you think I'm some—some kind of whore that screws around?"

Bella couldn't believe what she was hearing.

James narrowed his eyes. "You know," he whispered, menacingly.

"I know about what?" she asked, confused.

"My life, Bella! My fucking life! You know who I am, don't you!" James was red; his blood was boiling with anger.

Bella began yelling to match his tone. He had no right to speak to her like this. "What on earth are you fucking talking about?" She hardly swore, but she could barely think straight right now.

"You are such a talented actress, Bella," James laughed. "You know that I'm a multi-billionaire, don't you?"

Bella's face scrunched up in confusion. "What the hell are you talking about? You barely have 40 dollars to your name, James Tate!"

"It's Thompson! Not that you don't already know." He scoffed, disgusted.

"Thompson? What are you talking about?"

He leaned forward, and narrowed his eyes. "You are a fucking sick, dirty, little opportunist, Bella Swan." James enunciated every word.

Bella's eyes went wide. She couldn't believe what he just said to her. "I'm fucking pregnant with your child and you call me an opportunist?" Her voice was monotone; shocked by every one of his words. She suddenly felt woozy, and took a seat on the bench.

James leaned down to her level. "You know that I'm Jameson Thompson, don't you? You just said that you're pregnant to get your fucking little hands on my money, didn't you, gold digger?"

She let a long breath escape her lips. She didn't even know what to respond to that. She was beyond words right now.

James scoffed, shaking his head. "I knew it. You're just like all the others, Bella. You lie and you cheat and you'll do anything to get my last name, won't you? You knew that I'd have to marry you if you were really pregnant. You're really a card, you know that?"

Bella sniffed, and stood up. She wouldn't take his filthy words sitting down. She wasn't anything that he claimed she was. She was Isabella Swan. She was an orphan, and she was alone in the world from anyone except for Jake and Seth… and James… but apparently, she didn't even have James's trust.

"So you're telling me that you're the heir to the Thompson fortune?" she asked, quietly, but harshly.

James sneered. "Like you didn't already know that."

"You're right about one thing, James." Bella picked up her bag from the bench, and looked at him straight in the eye. But unlike before when she daydreamed about their perfect future, this time… she only saw hatred. Hatred toward her. "I didn't know. I don't know about anything that you told me I knew. All I know now is that you're a fucking dirty liar. You apparently didn't trust me with anything in your life. You are a fucking disgusting person to be living."

She pushed his chest to move out of her way, and began walking until he grabbed her by the arm and turned her around. "You're the liar, Bella… you,—" He took a deep breath. His face softened, slightly and he shook his head, — "you can't be serious."

She narrowed her eyes. "It's too late for any regrets, James. You made your opinion about me very clear tonight." She pulled her arm away and straightened her dress. "Fuck you," she growled, as she sprinted back to her car.

She heard him calling her name from the bench, but ignored him as she turned on her car. Her radio automatically turned on and she heard her and James's song playing in the background.

Love, love
Got to have something to keep us together
Love, Love
That's enough for me…

She angrily turned off her radio, wiping her tears away.

The last thing she needed was to have more bad memories tonight.

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James was standing in the middle of the park, breathing heavily from yelling so much.

What the hell just happened? He asked himself.

Bella was pregnant with his child.

But… was she being honest?

Was she actually pregnant? From everything he knew about Bella, he knew that she hardly lied. She was a straight shooter. A real person.

Oh, holy motherfucking god.

He frantically ran after her, yelling her name, looking around the park. But he remembered that she had her car… she was probably half-way to her house by now.

He pulled out his phone, scrolled down his contacts list, and pressed send. "Hey." He didn't bother with a greeting. "I need the car. Pronto."

As soon as the car arrived, Corin, his driver, got out to open James's door.

James shook his head at him, and got in there, anxious. "Corin! Hurry up and get in the car!"

The young driver was confused, but decided to follow orders. "Where to, sir? Your home?"

"Isabella's house. Now."

Corin nodded once and began driving away.

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Bella parked her car, locked it and ran inside the house, knowing both boys left the door unlocked. They always did that, and usually Bella would scold them for being oblivious, but tonight, she just wasn't in the mood.

"He-hey!" Jake yelled from the kitchen, when he heard the door open. He was wearing Seth's apron, and had chocolate all over his face, from making her a cake (or attempting to, at least). "There's the beautiful preggo lady!"

Bella ran up the stairs, skipping every other step which she only did when she was upset.

"So how was your eve—" Jake emerged from the kitchen to see the living room empty, then he heard Bella's door slam shut with a loud boom, "—ning?" he finished to himself.

Seth came out from the patio, and smiled at Jake, "Well? How was it?"

Jake was frowning as he shrugged. "She came in and ran straight upstairs."

Seth's face fell. He pursed his lips, and motioned for Jake to join him upstairs. While Jake went to the kitchen to turn off the oven and take off the apron, Seth was knocking on Bella's door.

"Bella?" Seth said, softly. "Can I come in, honey?"

"Go away!" a voice croaked from within.

Seth tsk'ed and entered, anyway. "Are you okay? What happened, tonight?"

Bella was curled up in a small ball on the corner of her bed. She looked at Seth and began crying. Seth walked to her and wrapped her up in a hug.

"What did he say?"

She sniffled. "He kept ca—calling me horrible names, and basically called me a dirty whore."

Seth's eyes widened, but he kept listening.

"Then I got mad, so I pushed him, and ran away," she finished.

Jake came in the room, breathing heavily. "What'd I miss?"

Seth shh'ed him and Bella let out another sob.

Jake went to his friend and rubbed her back, soothingly. "Tell us everything, baby Bells… or else we can't help you with anything…"

She took a deep breath, and replayed the night's events to her friends, from start to finish. By the time she was done, both men were furious with their mouth's hanging wide open.

Bella hiccupped, and sniffed again, "I mean," she blubbered, "does he really think that about me? Can he be that judgmental?"

Seth and Jake were at a loss for words… they didn't know how to comfort their very hormonal, pregnant friend. It's not like there was a book on these types of problems.

"How to make your pregnant friend, who apparently just got dumped, stop crying!"

Yeah… that would sell.

Seth helped her up. "Bella… I—I really am sorry."

Seth never liked James. Not even when he saw him with Bella like he always did at the park. It's not that Seth disliked James personally… it was just something that felt off about that guy.

Bella looked at him. "S'okay… It's not your fault, right?"

Seth shook his head, sad for his friend. Jake took her hand. "Don't worry Bells. Me and you will have the best day tomorrow, okay?"

Bella was confused. "What about Seth?" she asked.

Seth pursed his lips. "I'm leaving tomorrow, Bella… I need to see my mom," he explained.

She nodded thoughtfully. "Then, I'm coming with you," she said, determined, after a long beat.

Jake pulled back. "Um… Bella, you can't just leave."

"Of course I can," she insisted. "I don't ever want to see James again, so this is the perfect opportunity to take."

Seth shook his head. "But Bella… James is the father of your baby."

"No, he fucking is not!" she screamed.

Seth and Jacob both were stunned for a minute. "You can't just hide a child, Bella," Seth said, gently.

"I'll send James a farewell letter tomorrow with a copy of a fake pregnant exam, no biggie."

She began to stand up and went to her closet looking for her suitcase.

Jake's mouth was still hanging wide open from her outburst. Seth knew he wasn't going to be any help for now so he intervened. "Bella," he pleaded. "What do you mean 'no biggie'? It's a very big biggie!"

Bella chuckled and shook her head. "The test will say that I'm not pregnant, and then maybe he'll leave me alone. I'll deny him ever being a father, and if it's up to me, I'll never, ever tell my child about his… father." She mocked the word.

"Can you just tell me why you're doing this?"

Bella dropped her eyes. "He has money, Seth," she responded, softly.

"And what does that have to do with anything?"

"Everything! It has to do with everything!"

Seth cocked his head to one side, not comprehending.

She sighed. "If he does decide to be in this child's life… he has the power to take it away… He has the money and the resources to take it." She looked up to Seth, her eyes were once again full of tears. "I don't have any family…" Seth was about to counter that, but she held a hand up. "A blood related family. My mom, my dad, even my step-dad… they're gone, Seth. This child… my baby… is the only person that I'll have. Not even James can take this happiness away from me. I won't let him."

Jake sniffed from the bed. Bella didn't even realize he was crying until he sniffed.

Seth wiped a tear away and sighed. "You're right. He—he won't take that away from you, Bella. We won't let him."

Jacob stood up and joined his partner's side. "Seth's right. We'll keep him far away from you. We promise."

She smiled. "Thank you," she whispered, "to you both."

Seth and Jacob both walked towards Bella and hugged her. "Love you, baby Bells," Jake whispered.

Bella wiped a tear away. "I love you both."

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After Jacob and Seth left Bella for the night, she was too tired to do anything. She put on her pajamas and curled up in bed, looking out her window. There was a full moon out tonight, and she thought the sky looked beautiful.

She smiled in the darkness.

"I wish I was a star…" she whispered to herself. "They are sparkly, and beautiful, and so high up that nothing bad down here ever touches them."

Then she remembered her grade 9 science astronomy class. All those meteors, and acids and stars exploding…

She grimaced in her pillow. "Ugh, never mind…" She didn't want to think about bad things anymore. She couldn't wait until tomorrow. In the morning, Seth would get a fake negative pregnancy test from the hospital he worked at; Jacob would pack her bags; and Bella would fix everything at the agency she worked at.

She was starting a new life tomorrow… and she couldn't wait to have James Ta—Jameson Thompson, out of it.

Forever.

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James threw the glass cup full of Vodka on his wall. He yelled in anger as it smashed into millions of pieces across his room.

He couldn't believe how fucking stupid he'd been. He ruined his life, literally taking out the only person that mattered out of it. I mean, he loved his mother, father and sister, but his love… was Bella. And he effectively screwed that one up.

After driving around in circles, Corin suggested that they go home. James was pissed at himself for not remembering where Bella lived, and was way too mad to probably even make conversation. He agreed and Corin drove him home.

His dad was out for the week, on some business trip, so he dismissed all the workers for the night, wanting the giant mansion all to himself.

After drinking three—or more, but who's counting—cups of his father's private stash of expensive Vodka, he trudged upstairs to his room and smashed every picture that he had with Bella.

He wasn't sure if he was mad at himself for being an idiot. At her for leaving him. Or just because he wasn't sure if she was lying or not.

This whole baby thing had him eating his fingernails in anxiety. And he couldn't help but think of the 'what ifs?'

What if she isn't lying?

What if she is pregnant with his child?

What if she never wants to see him again?

What if, what if, what if?

He groaned in frustration, and hit the wall, leaving a crack on the perfect paint. He wasn't usually a violent person, but with all the alcohol in his system, he wasn't sure what he was anymore.

Jameson Thompson wasn't one to cry easily. But he did that night.

He curled up in his California King Size bed, and sobbed trying to think about what he was going to do when the sun rose.

He thought of a plan.

1. Find Bella's house.

2. Talk to her.

3. Make her take a real pregnancy test.

4. If positive; apologize, get on his knees, and do whatever he can to get her back. If negative; walk away, and never talk to her again.

Then he'd think of the rest. He couldn't fall asleep with so much alcohol and stress in his body, so he turned on the radio, hoping for it to help make him fall asleep.

Goodbye to you
Goodbye to everything I thought I knew
You were the one I loved
The one thing that I tried to hold on to

Michelle Branch's "Goodbye To You" began to surround his room, and he opened one eye, glancing at the clock.

He really hoped this song wasn't a sign.

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The next afternoon, Bella was sitting on the island, eating her lunch, waiting for Seth to return from the hospital. Jacob was flipping crêpes, humming a tuneless melody.

When she woke up at 10 am, she got ready and went straight to Seattle Models Guild*, and straightened all her paperwork out. She quit modeling because of her on-the-way baby. And although Seth and Jacob were surprised at her decision, they supported her in it.

Then she came home to Jacob's amazing cooked lunch with all her luggage on the living room floor. She almost cried of happiness—Jake's right; it must be the hormones— but to her, the luggage represented a brand new life.

And she couldn't wait for it.

The door opened, and Seth stepped inside looking really beat. "Did you get everything, Seth?" Bella asked.

Seth nodded and rose a—very legit, Bella might add—pregnancy test in the air. "Everything is in there; your information, and of course, the negative result."

"What would I do without you?" Bella smiled, and nodded.

Jake sighed, "Bella, you're sure about this?"

Bella gazed at Jacob intently. "I'm so sure, that I'd bet my car on it." And although she sounds like she was kidding, she definitely wasn't. Bella's car was über expensive, and it was the only thing that her father's money went into. Bella bought it right after she read her father's will, which stated that Bella should get a new car. Even writing his will, Charlie Swan never failed to make a person smile.

And Bella—he wrote— PLEASE get rid of that trashy red heap of crap you call a car. All this money that I've left you (since it's not that much for anything) should go towards buying a new car. Maybe a black one? Renée, when she goes, will leave you enough to live happily. But my contribution will be to your road safety. Don't make me pissed off even when I'm dead. I'm serious, Bells. You don't want an ex-police chief daddy haunting your every drive. I love you baby girl. By the way… Mercedes Benz, E- Guard… just saying…

Bella smiled at the memory. She missed her father, so much. So after his car accident, she decided to fulfill his wish, and bought herself a new black Mercedes E- Guard. Her daddy would be proud.

Betting her car was no joke. Jacob nodded sternly.

Bella took the test from Seth's hands and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you!" she yelled as she raced upstairs.

In her room, she took out an ink pen, and blank sheet of lined paper. She sighed deeply and began writing.

Dear James, Jameson, Tate or Thompson. (Whatever the hell you want to be called)

I just want you to know that this is the last time you'll ever hear from me. I'm leaving, and never contacting you again. Don't bother asking anyone where I'm going, because no one knows, and I certainly won't tell you. I want you to never ever try to look for me again. If you do, I'll be forced to call the police and let them handle this. This will be our first and last good-bye.

Forget me. Forget the last two years that we were together, and just move on.

By the way. You were right. I'm not pregnant. It was a false alarm, but silly me, I thought you were actually going to be supportive. I went to the doctors and took a legit test. It was negative. So don't worry, you have nothing holding you back to me. I attached the test to this letter since I'm sure you're probably shaking your head right now, not believing a word that I'm writing.

Don't ever look for me again. I don't ever want to see you, talk to you, or hear from you, again.

Goodbye forever, billionaire,

Isabella Swan.

Bella held up her letter, and nodded in approval. It wasn't as formal and rude as she wanted it to sound, but it would do. She didn't want him to think that she spent more than even 10 minutes on it. She wanted him to get the message that she doesn't care anymore. But most importantly, she wanted to keep her unborn baby safe from this man.

"Bella!" Seth called from downstairs. "It's time to go. Are you ready?"

She licked the envelope and addressed it. With a smile on her face, she grabbed the last of her things and sighed, looking at her almost-empty room.

"Yes," she called out. "I'm definitely ready."

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Spanish translations:
- Dejar de hablar de ella : Stop talking about her
- cariño : dear, or honey
- mamá : mom
- Ay, Dios mío : Oh, my god.

Seattle Models Guild* is a very famous and prestigious modeling agency in Seattle.

Bella's car is on my profile, but there's no chapter 2 outfits :(

Jennifer, you are my hero, my English genius and one hell of a friend. Seriously, writing at 3 am wasn't my best idea, so thanks for putting up with my bullshit :) I love you!

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