A/N: Sorry it took long to post. I got it done, 'cuz I love all of you :) it seems like my writing is getting crappy. So feel free to comment on it. Here it goes.

Recap: "What are you going to do, Bella? You're throwing your life out the window. What if Edward leaves you again?" He questioned. The hole in my chest that I've been trying to keep closed tore open. The hole was gapping. It hurt so much.

"He won't," I whispered.

"And how are you sure of that?"

"Because he loves me."

"That didn't stop him from leaving you before," Charlie mumbled. That threw me off the edge, I was furious. "Bella, all I want is for you not to make the same mistakes that your mother and I made…"

"Oh, so now I'm a mistake?!" I frantically gasped for air. All this hurt. The pain was unbearable—I couldn't help but think back to when I was in a catatonic state not too long ago. The pain was excruciating, like it was dragging me to unconsciousness. Edward left me again; my father was completely against me. It became too much and I succumbed to the darkness.

Chapter Five:

Healing

BPOV

"Bella, Bella, honey, are you okay?" The voice sounded distant. I breathed in carefully, loving the oxygen that filled my lungs. Without opening my eyes, my hand fluttered to my slightly round stomach.

"Is she okay?" Charlie asked worriedly. I opened my eyes to see that I was lying on the couch in the living room. I looked up warily to see a pale face, golden eyes, and blonde hair, Dr. Carlisle Cullen.

"Bella, how are you feeling, Hun?" Carlisle asked concerned. I blinked then, he put a cool hand on my forehead and continued. "That was a big scare you gave Charlie, there." (A/N: haha! It rhymes!) This was the first time I've seen Carlisle since I tried to jump off the cliff. I cringed at the memory.

"What happened to her?" Charlie asked again.

"Bella had a panic attack, that's why she stopped breathing all of a sudden." Carlisle explained.

"And how's the baby?" Charlie spat. What did Charlie care? He probably just wants to hear the news that the baby died.

"The baby," Carlisle emphasized, looking down at me with a smile, no doubt Edward had told him. "…is going to be fine, as long as there is no further stress on him or her. With lots of rest and fluids you two will be just fine," Carlisle said, looking at me seriously as if to say, you know Edward. Don't do anything stupid to hurt yourself. At least Carlisle looked supportive of my unplanned pregnancy.

"Thank you Dr. Cullen," Charlie said.

"Call me, Carlisle," he smiled.

"Thank you, Carlisle." And with that the only supportive person was out of the house. I was all alone now. I had to face the judgment of my father. It was me against the world. No Edward. No dad—just me and my baby. I carefully got off the couch. "Where do you think you are going?!" Charlie asked still pissed. I ignored him and that seemed to ignite the raging fire again. I continued onto my bedroom without a single word to my father. I locked the door behind me and flung my suitcase onto the mattress of my bed. I don't know why, but I felt like I wasn't wanted in this house anymore, so I started packing my stuff.

"ISABELLA MARIE SWAN! YOU TELL ME WHAT YOU'RE DOING THIS INSTANT!" Charlie yelled through the door.

"Go away," I whispered loud enough for him to hear.

"What are you doing in there?! Unlock this door!" I knew that if I didn't answer, he'd kick the door down. He was capable—he is the police chief of this little town I call home.

"I'm giving you what you want!" I yelled. The pounding on the door stopped. I was now done packing my clothes, so I moved on to my personal belongings. That's when I came across a blank silver c.d. It was the one Edward gave me for my birthday. Just looking at it made my heart throb, but I didn't care. I looked at it for a few moments and then I heard movement behind me. Before I could scream, I turned to face the rocking chair. And sure enough, there was Edward. I sighed and put the c.d. into my c.d. player on my nightstand, completely ignoring, Edward. My lullaby started after a few seconds of silence and I got up and sat on my bed, facing him. I looked down and gently stroked the bump that had formed on my stomach.

"You know what, baby? Charlie, you grandpa, doesn't want me here. And he doesn't want you to exist. The only person that really cares and loves me is your daddy. He wrote this lullaby that we are listening to—it's beautiful, just like you. I love him with all my heart and soul, but I don't know if he wants you. If he doesn't, I don't know what I'm going to do, but I love you a lot and I won't let anything happen to you." I lovingly stroked the baby forming under my skin, not daring to take a single glimpse at my unborn child's father.

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EPOV

"Carlisle," I hesitated at the door of his study.

"Son, you can come in," he called to me. I walked through the door. "You've been standing there for about half-an-hour, I was just waiting or you to come in." He pulled his head out of a book and nodded toward one of the two chairs set in front of his desk. "So, tell me what's on your mind."

"Well, Bella and I have already… been intimate." Carlisle knew exactly what I meant by the way his expression changed.

"Okay, what about it?" he asked.

"Today, Bella was very nervous and when I finally got her to talk, she told me that she is pregnant with our child."

"Ahh…" Carlisle sighed. "Well I—"

I cut him off. "I left her in the middle of the woods, Carlisle. I don't know what to do. Is it possible? Is that child growing inside her really mine? Tell me what to do." I took an unnecessary breath to calm myself down and buried my head in my hands.

"Edward, nothing is impossible. And it's not like Bella to cheat on you, especially now that you two are engaged. I conclude that the baby is most likely yours." I nodded staring into space. "I think that you should go back to Bella," he told me. His cell phone went off right then, waking me from my trance. "Hello, Charlie. This is Carlisle, speaking," he greeted.

"Dr. Cullen," I heard Charlie gasp. "I need you here, Bella just collapsed." My Bella? I've got to get over there.

"Charlie, calm down. Edward and I are already near your neighborhood. We'll be there in a few minutes." Carlisle flipped his phone closed.

"Edward," he called me over, placing his car keys in my hand. "Take my Mercedes and meet me at Charlie's," he instructed. "I'll run there and make sure Bella's okay, since it is the faster way." He grabbed his black emergency bag and was out of the glass window of his study in a flash. I ran out and found Esme, telling her that Carlisle and I would be back soon, before disappearing with Carlisle's black Mercedes.

On my way to Charlie's, I couldn't help but worry about what happened to Bella. Anxiety rolled over me like a dark storm cloud. What is going to happen to my love and my baby? I was completely submerged in my own thoughts, ignoring all the other set of thoughts. That was until Charlie's thoughts hit me. I am going to have to find a reason to kill Cullen's kid. That son of a bitch got my only daughter, my princess pregnant at 18. And what are they going to do with the baby? It's better that they kill it. I growled at Charlie's merciless thoughts. I will not let anything hurt my unborn child, not even myself. Carlisle finally came into view as he walked out of the house.

She had a panic attack, he thought. She's fine now and so is the baby. I think that you'd better check up on her before she does something that you'll both regret. She's hurt, Edward, emotionally. Let her feel your love again—both for her and the baby.

I nodded, then quickly but effortlessly climbed the side of Bella's home and hung on the window sill, checking to see if it was okay for me to come in. I was confused to see Bella's packed bags on her bed. She was crying, I really did hurt her. I'm such a cruel, malignant monster. Everything I do inflicts pain and harm on the person I love the most. And along with her, I'm putting another life in jeopardy. I carefully slid the window open, earning a silent entrance, going to sit in Bella's old rocking chair. After a few moments of inwardly cursing myself for hurting Bella, she finally realized I was there in her room, but she completely ignored me. She continued on to put a blank silver c.d. in its player. It was the c.d. that I made her for her disastrous birthday. It was all my compositions and her lullaby. She sat on her bed facing me, but never glanced at me once, just like I was gone. Gone. Once her lullaby started playing, she stroked our baby that was growing under her skin.

"You know what baby," she began. "Charlie, your grandpa, doesn't want me here. And he doesn't want you to exist. The only person that really loves and cares about me is your daddy. He wrote this lullaby that we are listening to—it's beautiful just like you." I couldn't help, but smile at that. Out of the corner of my eye I saw three white plastic well, sticks, lying on her desk. I extended my arm to collect all three in my hand, and she continued. "I love him with all my heart, but I don't know if he wants you. If he doesn't, I don't know what I'd do. But I love you a lot and I won't let anything happen to you." I felt a tear slide down my own cheek and I looked at the three sticks in my hand. Pregnancy tests. All three of them. I looked at the results. Two pink lines, a smiley face and a positive. She had taken the test three times to be sure for me, and I left her and my unborn baby in the woods?

Without even thinking, I got up from the rocking chair in the corner and quietly walked to Bella's bed. I picked her up and sat her on my lap, with my arms wrapped around her body. I rested my cool hand on her stomach and rubbed to the rhythm of her lullaby as I hummed along. I felt her relax in my arms, as she leaned her head against my chest. Where is she going? Did she forgive me?

A/N: Sorry if it's crappy again. Please review :) it makes my world go 'round. I jump up and down everytime I get new reviews! Hope to post soon. Love all of you!

XOXO,

Felicia.