A/N: do not own Twilight, sadly. Chapter six is here, short, I know. Chapter seven Is a long chapter. Thanks for reading. Feel free to recommend this story. I know, poor self advertising, but still :)

Recap: "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.

Chapter Six:

Goodbyes

BPOV

I don't know how long it was that I just sat there on my bed, listening to my lullaby and stroking my stomach, but eventually, Edward came over to my bed and pulled me into his arms. In my ear, he hummed my lullaby, like he did on every normal night. But tonight wasn't a normal night. Instead of just me and Edward, there were three of us. Should I forgive him? Would my baby be better off without its father? Eventually, I succumbed to the spell of his voice, with the picture of Edward and I as a happy family with our baby, dancing behind my eyelids.

I woke up startled a few hours later. I just had a nightmare that James and Victoria were back and that they threatened to kill me and my baby. But the worst part was that Edward was… gone. There was no one to protect and defend us.

I awoke to feel coo arms around me and his smooth glass lips on my hair. I turned to bury my face in Edward's chest, knowing that the sweet, intoxicating scent will ease all my fears. When his hands grasped my face and he gently kissed my tears away, the whole day flashed through my head. The third pregnancy test. The dreaded moment of telling Edward. The pain and hurt that washed over me as he rejected his own child. My own father disowning me. It all really happened. This isn't my house anymore. And Edward doesn't love me.

Avoiding Edward's eyes, I looked around him at the alarm clock that sat on my bedside table. 3:30 A.M. Perfect. I pulled away, out of Edward's arms, slipped on his tan jacket, grabbed my bags and walked for the stairs, making no effort to stay quiet. Before I could even reach the third step of the stairs, his cool hands grasped mine, causing me to drop my bags with a thud.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked quietly. I shook my head at him and bent to pick my stuff up. "Oh no you don't!" He picked me and spun me around effortlessly so that I looked right at him. "Baby, please tell me where you are going." I glared at him. "Okay, then. Can I at least carry your bags for you?" I knew he was getting frustrated, but I just couldn't will myself to talk to him. I sighed. I wasn't going to get around him and his gentlemen ways.

I walked into my cleared out room, walking over to my rocking chair in the corner. I dropped myself down and broke down. I pulled out a sheet of paper and wrote.

Charlie,

I left and please don't come and look for me. I'll be just fine. I'm sorry I didn't say goodbye. But I'm doing what is best for my baby and I, and I think that a clean break is for the best. I will be fine with Edward. And if you do choose to see your grandchild and I, someday, just reach us wherever and whenever you can. If you don't, I understand. I love you dad, always did.

Love,

Bella

I looked around the room I grew up in those summers I spent with my father. I walked into my closet for the last time and took a final look. I sank to the floor and brought my knees to my chin. I banged my head against the wall and cried, begging God to tell me what to do. That's when a panel fell from the ceiling and out fell a tiny quilt. I sniffed loudly and crawled over to the quilt. It was a yellow baby quilt with a montage of circus animals. I laughed quietly remembering that when I was a baby I wouldn't let it go. I think I know what I'm going to do, I told myself. I will do anything to protect this baby, because no matter what, if Edward leaves or not, with this baby, I will always have a perfect copy of half of him.

I looked around one last time, got up taking the quilt with me and walked out of the house that I would hopefully come back to one day.

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