Bella's POV

The baby.

Urgh why had I forgotten about the baby? You'd think that being pregnant would somehow stick in my mind. But no. It has to pop right in there, at the last minute. Wonderful.

I guess I could have an abortion, I only took the test last week, I couldn't be THAT pregnant. But somehow the thought of killing some innocent child didn't really sound as if it would solve all my problems. At that moment in time I had no idea what was happening or what my priorities were. But one thing I was certain about. I had to drive somewhere far, far away and talk this out with Edward. He definitely knows about the baby. Without a doubt, what else would explain him being intoxicated? At this time of day? Right now I could kill Alice. What was she thinking telling him? One day she needs to realise fast, flashy sport cars are not what life is about.

Urgh.

Finally I built up the courage to snatch the key from Edward's feeble grasp, and jam it in and ignite the engine. The fierce roar shocked me. I had to sit there for a while recovering, but then soon realised I had to get moving or I'll have Mike grabbing onto the boot of the car in an attempt to make it stop.

And with that we were off.

The jerkiness of our terrible start must have woken Edward up, because up his head came with the most adorable confused look ever, plastered on his face.

"Wait your driving?"

Well at least all the alcohol didn't make him blind. "Yes. Yes I am "

Suddenly a heart broken look appeared in his eyes. "What's wrong?"
Had he just remembered about the baby? That he had just ruined my wedding day? That he has still got feelings for me?

"You'll ruin my car"
Oh lovely.

"Well you ruined my wedding day. What d'ya want t say to that?"

"I'm sorry."

"You should be." I didn't know where all this hostility was coming from, but for sure, he deserved it. There was a painful pause. I suddenly became aware of how annoyingly loud the stupid car was.

"I love you, you know. Always have and always will. I just couldn't stand the thought of Mike having the only being that I would die for." He finally had come out with it. This wasn't because of me; it was all because of his ego. He wouldn't mind having me but he couldn't stand the thought of someone else having me. Fuck him.

His eyes widened. "Shit, that came out wrong didn't it? I am so sorry. I didn't mean it like that. What I truly mean is that, I could stand the idea of living my life knowing someone else had you. Knowing someone else got the luxury of kissing you and being with you every day. When it is blatant that we are meant to be. Come on, you know it's true. When you think of happiness, is it me or mike that comes to mind?" he asked, the desperation dripping from his voice.

I couldn't answer. Not yet, anyhow. He hurt my feelings. Hell, he broke my bloody heart. Yet here he was insulting me and then clumsily tried to fix it. But never mind all that, I could tell he meant every word. The way his eyes lit up when he mentioned the word happiness and the fact that we belong together.

We. As in him and I. Not Mike and I.

The silence was confusing him. But what he said next proved to me that he really did connect with me, and the smirk on his face, as he said it, just proved to me that he knew what I was thinking.

"How about we go to Starbucks, talk about this or just relax. I still have your copy of Wuthering Heights in the back."