I'M SO SO SO SO SORRY!!! I'm really sorry that I haven't updated my stories in AGES!!! It's just that I couldn't find any inspiration for any of my stories... but I just got some inspiration today!! Sooooooooooooooooo....

Bella's gonna tell Edward about the baby... Uh Oh!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING! Unfortunately...

Chapter Two – Telling the Wannabe Emo...

February 13th

Friday – 11:36pm

Dear Diary,

Yes, I know, it's lame putting the exact time of when I'm writing this down.

Anyway, tomorrow is the day I tell Sir Wannabe Emo about our child. One, I am NOT looking forward to it. Two, I have a massive headache with all the thinking I've been doing. And finally, it's either the nerves or the baby making me nauseous. I have so many concerns about what he would think, what he would decide; but I can tell you one thing – there is NO WAY I'm letting him out of this. Sure, he can shout at me all he wants, I won't cry. He can reject me, I will fight back. He can ignore me, I'll keep pushing him. Those are the things I keep telling myself anyway.

If he excepts me, then... I don't have a clue on where to start with him if he decides to take responsibility.

All I know is that, if he full out rejects me for the whole nine months, I'll leave him alone but I'll know that I will always have my friends to help me instead.

A small part of me wishes that he will just accept me as soon as I utter the truth, because, I want a father figure for our child. The baby needs one...

I heard a distant whisper intrude on my silent slumber. I snuggled deeper into the sheets of my bed and mumbled something I couldn't even understand.

The whisper went away for a while and I was able to sleep peacefully for a little while longer... until the little pixie hurricane began to screech and jump on my bed.

"Bella! Bella! Bella!" Alice jumped in time with her screeches. I groaned and let my hand wander for some solid object to throw at her. My head was facing the pillow so I couldn't see where my hand was wandering. I felt something furry and solid so I grabbed it and held it up.

"Bella! Don't hurt Stevie! Put him down!" Alice shouted. She finally ceased her jumping and grabbed the thing – Stevie? – out of my hand. I could practically feel her glare on the back of my head. I giggled into my pillow and finally gave in to the pixie's pleas. I lifted my head and arched an eyebrow at Alice. She was puffed up and full-on glaring at me.

"What?" I asked innocently while spreading my arms in a 'I don't know why you're giving me that look' gesture. Alice huffed and then lifted up the thing in her arms to show me.

"Stevie!" I laughed as the little ball of fluff jumped into my arms. Stevie is a red haired Pomeranian pooch that gets pampered by Alice immensely. He's small, cute, and is a great way to get some exercise when you want to go out for a run. He must have been asleep yesterday when I arrived. When he sleeps, he doesn't wake up until he knows that his body is fully recovered from the previous day. Basically, he sleeps like a log.

"Great. You try to throw Stevie at me and he doesn't even give a rats-ass," Alice threw her arms in the air in mock-exasperation. I gave Alice my best smile.

"It's not my fault he loves me. Isn't that right boy?" I scratched Stevie behind the ear and he gave a short bark of happiness.

"Bella?" I turned my attention to Alice and saw that her face had turned serious. I sighed, grabbed Stevie and made my way down the two lots stairs, Alice behind me.

"I'm not sure if I want to do this Alice." I stated as we reached the ground floor. Alice just gave me a look. I sighed heavily and made my way to the kitchen. I had been in this house so many times that I knew where everything was, so I got my breakfast by myself.

I set Stevie on the black tiled kitchen floor and began making a Full-English breakfast, as Alice settled into one of the stools by the breakfast bar just behind me. Alice's and Rosalie's kitchen was beautiful. It had blood red tiles on the floor, white metal appliances, and blood red cupboards. The wall behind the appliances was covered in white wallpaper that had red squares randomly placed on the paper.

"Morning Bella, you okay?" I heard Rosalie ask sleepily behind me. I jumped at her sudden appearance, but chuckled afterwards as I looked at her knotted hair, heavy eyelids, and dark bruises under her sky blue eyes.

"Morning bed-head, I'm fine...Where's Angela? Coffee?" I chirped, trying to fake alertness. Rosalie studied me for a moment, smirked, then shook her head before replying a hearty 'yes'. I decided to make breakfast for everyone just to busy myself.

"Angela is just getting ready for the day, God knows how she can be this active on a morning," Rosalie grumbled while grabbing the coffee I offered her.

The distant chatter between Rosalie and Alice helped keep me sane along with my cooking. And after five minutes, Angela came downstairs looking absolutely ready for the day, just as Rosalie had said.

If I was being completely honest with myself, I would admit that I was absolutely petrified about telling him about the baby. What if he doesn't want any part in the baby's life? What if he abandons me? What if he wants to help, but, where would that leave us? I mean, at the moment, I hate his freaking guts. He did this to me, and I want to keep the baby so he should take responsibility for our child too. I will admit that we both had equal parts in the creation of our baby, but just because our baby is inside of me doesn't mean he can just walk away, without a care, leaving both myself and our baby to fend for ourselves – it's not fair on either of us.

"Bella! You're gonna burn the eggs!" I snapped out of my inner rambling to just catch the eggs before they completely burned. I inspected them and found that they were just a little well-done and still edible. I turned to nod my thanks to Angela and then went back to preparing our breakfast.

"Bella, do you want some help? Come on, sit down." Rosalie jumped out of her seat, flew to the stove, grabbed the spatula out of my hand, then bumped me out of the way with her hip. I cursed as I began to topple over, then cursed again as my side connected with the tiled floor.

"Damn gravity, swear it's out to get me," I mumbled before picking myself off of the floor. I winced as my sore side throbbed. I groaned and began to rub my side, trying to relieve the pain.

"Bella!" Alice and Rosalie gasped at the same time while Angela just rolled her eyes and walked over to me. I rolled my eyes and chuckled.

"Don't worry guys, I'm fine, just a little sore," I reassured my best friends while walking stiffly to the breakfast bar – actually, I was being towed toward the breakfast bar by Angela while I struggled to walk back to the stove.

"Are you sure?" Alice asked quietly, but I heard the double meaning of her words.

"No," I sighed.

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We stood, Rosalie, Alice, Angela and I, on the front porch of Emmett's, Jasper's, and Wannabe Emo's campus home. I switched my weight from one leg to the other, squeezing Rosalie and Angela's hands as Alice knocked on the dark wooden door. My breathing grew quicker and uneven as a silhouette appeared in front of the window in the front door. Rosalie rubbed my arm, trying to give me some reassurance but it was a hopeless effort; nothing and no one could comfort me right now.

I held my breath as I heard someone unlock the front door. It seemed to open agonizingly slow, trying to make me scream and run away from what I had to face at some point. The door was just inches away from showing the person who had answered the door. Oh God, if it was Emmett or Edward...

"Hey Jasper!" Alice bounced in her spot in front of us and waved – actually waved – exuberantly while grinning from ear to ear.

"I heard when you smile too widely it can cause your face to crack...and cause wrinkles," I muttered moodily as I tried to get a hold of myself. Alice squeaked and immediately decreased her smile.

Jasper was watching us with a sort of pitying humour. I glared at him. I didn't want his pity or anyone else's.

"Sorry, come on in, Edward and Emmett are in the living room," Jasper smiled apologetically at me, and I scowled in return. I stepped over the threshold and was completely taken in by the obvious male décor and design. The walls were covered in greys, blacks, reds, blues and whites. There were trophies and awards, sporting equipment and cool modern furniture in many places but the place felt open somehow, kind of welcoming. Well, if you weren't in my situation anyway, I just thought about many profanities and tried to go over the speech I was going to use.

"We got guest's!" Jasper called to his room-mates. My heart lurched and began to thud heavily as our group made our way into the living room.

There was a guy with large muscles and a large built body playing on a games console sitting on a black leather sofa. He had short, curly, dark brown hair and his face looked kind of child like, and honestly, made me giggle inwardly at the expression of deep concentration on his face. Edward, though, was another matter.

His hair was out of control, a complete bronze mess, but it looked perfect. His features were defined and beautiful. His high chiselled cheekbones and his straight angular nose, his lovely soft pink lips. His tight short sleeved button down shirt, open over a grey tight t-shirt showed his obvious six-pack and pecks and his black jeans hung low on his hips. I would have laughed at his black and grey chequered 'Vans' if the situation wasn't so awkward and serious. He had his nose in a book, sitting on a black leather recliner, not paying attention to anything else around him.

"Yo!" Jasper clapped his hands loudly, trying to get the boys' attention. Emmett and Edward jumped simultaneously, whipping their heads towards us. I blushed and hung my head as I saw Edward's eyes widen slightly at the sight of me.

"Hello," I whispered into the empty air, squeezing Rosalie's and Angela's hands again before releasing them.

"Uh, hi?" Edward looked confused, and I couldn't deny that he looked adorable. I raised my head and looked him straight in the eye.

"I need to talk to you. Alone." I stood my ground as I saw his face play on many emotions, but he finally nodded, got up from his seat and gestured for me to follow him. I looked at all of my group for some sort of encouragement. They all nodded and smiled softly. I passed a very confused looking Emmett as I followed Edward through the living room, then through two doors and into the kitchen. I stood near the door we had come through while Edward stared at me, a calculating expression on his face and a determination in his eyes. I cleared my throat and opened my mouth to say something...but nothing came out. I closed my mouth, then opened it, then closed it again as I decided to drop my gaze to the floor, shuffling my feat in place. Edward chuckled and my gaze snapped back to him.

"Do you want something to drink Goldfish?" He chuckled at his little "joke" and leaned back on the dark grey cupboard behind him. I glared at him and huffed.

"No, thanks." I seethed through gritted teeth. My gaze had wandered to the floor again where I tried to burn a hole in the floor with my glare. My anger at him had come seeping back into my system, squashing the earlier nerves.

"Okay..." Edward crossed his arms over his chest and I could feel his curious but confused gaze on my head. "I thought you wanted to talk to me about something?"

"Well..." I hesitated feeling fear creep up my spine, "I don't know how to say this..." My gaze softened and I felt vulnerable. What if he rejects me and our baby? What if he accepts us? What was going to happen?

"Yes..." Edward encouraged, sounding annoyed, which really pissed me off. I tore my gaze from the floor and narrowed my eyes at him. I stomped over to his side of the kitchen, stopping only a couple of feet in front of him.

"I'm pregnant," I whispered calmly but there was an icy edge in my voice that I had never heard before. It reminded me of my Mother...

Edward's face was blank. Absolutely blank. It was as if my words had not registered in his mind. I was pissed off even more.

"Did you not get that? I'm pregnant!" Although my voice was quiet, I put the full force of my anger, nerves, worries and coldness into my words. Comprehension dawned onto his face and he seemed startled. His emerald green eyes searched my brown ones, looking for any sign of falseness. My gaze didn't waver as he slowly – probably reluctantly – let the truth sink in.

"Really?" He asked. His voice held no emotion, and it scared me.

"Yes," I whispered softly, tears forming in my eyes. Our stares did not falter – it felt like hours but it was most likely minutes.

"I need to know if you will help me, I need to know that you will be there for me and our child...but if you don't want anything to do with us, then, I'm afraid that I will not leave you alone for the next nine months, and if by then, when our baby's born, you still don't want to be a part of our lives then fine, I will leave you alone...for good." I spoke softly but my voice seemed strong. Edward broke our intense staring contest and seemed to not see the kitchen any more.

Several minutes past, and I grew annoyed that he had not uttered a single word, so I started to tap my foot. Edward seemed to snap out of his daze and he focused back on me. I gave him a grim smile.

"So?" I asked.

"I think I need to think about it overnight. Can't... Have you considered adoption or abortion?" I wanted to slap him. How can he even suggest giving away our baby? Or killing our baby? No way.

"How can you even say that? It's our baby! A living thing growing inside of me – it has feelings and it can sense stuff! How can you kill another human being. And adoption! Our child could end up in a home where they could get beaten, abused! They may not even get adopted, and sometimes that can be worse. How dare you!?" I exploded. I glared at his startled but guilty face.

"Sorry, I didn't think about it like that," He looked and sounded genuinely regretful and apologetic. I sighed.

"Okay, please could you make some sort of decision tomorrow? Please?" I gazed into his green eyes and lost my train of thought. He was beautiful. He may be a moron, a smart-ass, and had an ego the size of Jupiter but...

"I'll give you an answer tomorrow," he had complete honesty dripping off of his words, off of his face. I nodded once and turned away, heading back for the living room. I could hear his footsteps behind me.

I entered the living room to find everyone crowded around Emmett, watching him play on the games console. Rosalie was whooping and cheering for Emmett wildly; so were Alice and Angela but they were just less enthusiastic. Jasper was watching Alice, smiling lazily at her. I cleared my throat to get their attention. Everyone's smile faltered, including Emmett's. They must have told him.

"Hey Bella," Emmett was loud. I forced a smile and his expression immediately brightened. Before I knew what was happening, Emmett had embraced me in a big bear hug. How had he moved so fast?

"I'm Emmett McCarty! I hope you had a wonderful time in my house!" Emmett let go of me and patted me on the back sending me stumbling forward, but somehow I caught myself.

"Nice to meet you too Emmett, I'm Bella Swan." I giggled.

"Dude, this isn't your house," Edward piped from behind me. I glanced at him and he had his usual smart-ass smirk on his face. I rolled my eyes.

"Then who does it belong to then Eddie?" Emmett did a horrible imitation of a girls voice and everyone snickered.

"It's the schools Emmi, and ours," Edward's smirk did not falter, even when my girls and I started to giggle.

"Do you mean that..." Alice started.

"This place belongs..." Continued Angela.

"To us as well..." Added Rosalie.

"As you three?" I finished. Rosalie smirked, Alice bounced, Angela smiled widely, and I rolled my eyes.

"Sweet!" We chorused. Jasper was smiling, and Emmett was bellowing laughter while Edward frowned. I walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder.

"You walked right into that one Edward," I snickered as he glared. I stuck my tongue out and winked playfully before heading towards the front door. I could hear my girls following behind me.

"How did it go?"Alice whispered, excitement bubbling inside of her.

"Later." I glanced back at Edward and caught him staring at me. I blushed a deep red when I saw him chuckle, shake his head and then smile a breathtaking crooked smile. I smiled dazedly back and then turned to the front door.

Well...that was okay.

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I sat on the new rooftop, of my new home, with my diary, pen, and my cell phone in my hands.

February14th

Saturday – 9:02pm

Angela, Rosalie and Alice had welcomed me so easily into their – temporary – home. I felt so loved, so cared for. And Jasper...well Jasper was already like a brother to me. I may not know him well but he's just been so nice and Alice and Jasper obviously like each other and I just know that they belong together. I just know.

Emmett looks scary but he's just a teddy bear. He's funny and just plain cool. And, Rosalie likes him, it was pretty clear with how she was cheering him on more than anyone when he was playing that video game. Trying to get noticed. I think they would go great together. Rosalie's no nonsense attitude would keep Emmett in line but Emmett's humour would make her loosen up and keep a smile on her face.

Edward... well, you know from a previous Diary entry what I think about him. I went to tell him about our baby today and he seemed to have taken it well but I don't think it had completely sunk in, so he's probably freaking out right now. But there's a small part of me that believes that he might actually help me, but I'm afraid to believe, to hope, to wish.

I'm feeling slightly nauseous now, so I'm going to go and see what happens.

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