No…no…no…ew…no…no…no…I groaned and angrily turned off the TV, throwing the remote down onto the bed beside me. I crossed my arms and huffed. There was nothing for me to do! I was completely bored out of my mind!

Edward wouldn't come until later, because of the stupid pregnancy test scheduled that Jake had suggested to Carlisle right before he sent then all away.

Was Jake really that stupid?

Did he really think that I was pregnant?

Edward couldn't even get me pregnant, because…well…it just didn't exist. What was necessary in getting me pregnant with his child did not exist, because, well, he didn't have blood running through his veins.

"Knock, knock." Someone said, and I turned my head to stare out into the doorway. Esme was standing there, and she smiled at me.

"I know I'm not supposed to be here, but Edward wanted me to give this to you." She handed me a bright blue party bag, and I frowned.

"He wasn't supposed to give me anything! He knows how much I hate him getting me anything."

"Oh, he didn't buy you anything." Esme said, whispering. I furrowed my eyebrows together in confusion and then peeked into the bag. Inside, there were some chocolate bars, a deck of cards, my CD player, his CD, headphones, and my copy of Wuthering Heights. I smiled as I pulled out the book, turning over the beat-up copy in my hands.

"Thank you, Esme." I smiled.

"Aw, you're welcome, sweetie." She patted my head, "Alice saw that you didn't have anything to do, so he decided to send you a little 'care' package. He didn't buy anything, don't you worry. He should be coming down in about an hour, but I have to go before Carlisle catches me." She whispered, and I nodded.

She gave me a quick kiss on the head before she darted out of the room, quick like a ballerina.

Carlisle came in moments later and sniffed the air, "Was Esme here?" He questioned, and I shook my head.

"No, she wasn't."

"How are you feeling?" He asked as I placed Edward's care package onto the ground beside my bed.

"Bored, but besides that, fine."

"No, I mean, physically."

"Oh." I sighed, defeated, "I've been better."

"Where do you hurt, Bella?"

"Around my ribs, the most. I have no feeling whatsoever in my leg or ankle, and my stomach hurts, but I think that's just because I'm hungry."

"I'll get someone to bring you food. Edward's coming in an hour, right?"

"Yes." I nodded my head as my stomach grumbled. I tried to ignore it as much as possible.

"Maybe I can get him to stop by and get you some food. What would you like? Pasta is best for you."

"All right. Pasta it is. Pasta salad, if you could." It wasn't what I desired, but it was better then the hospital food that nurses had been carting around to people all day. It looked utterly repulsive, and Charlie probably could make me something better. "Oh my god, Charlie." I muttered, "He has no idea where I am! Carlisle, I need to call him!"

"Charlie's still fishing with Billy. You've only been in the hospital for a day. He's not coming back for a week, remember?"

I nodded, but, to be honest, I didn't remember, "Wait, I thought he said he'd be gone for the weekend?"

"He did, but we talked to Billy. He agreed to keep him away from the house for a week."

"Oh." Was all I said, but I let my shoulders slump.

"As much as I don't want you to do this, I'm going to have to test if you're pregnant."

"But Carlisle, you know I'm not."

"I know that even if you and Edward…well…you know."

"Which we haven't."

"You haven't?" Carlisle asked, his eyes widening in surprise.

"Yeah…"

"He goes over to your house every night…"

"To watch me sleep. I don't know what he does." I shrugged my shoulders, and Carlisle stared at me as if I was an alien.

"Oh." He said before turning around and washing his hands. He then pulled out a needle. I paled.

"Carlisle." I squeaked, "What are you doing?"

"Testing you to see if you're pregnant."

"I thought I had to pee for that."

"No, Bella. That's only if you do it at home. Since this is a hospital, we do it with a needle, a pregnancy blood test."

"I…I don't like needles, Carlisle. I'm very…squeamish about blood."

He laughed as he walked towards me with the needle in one hand and a wet wipe in the other. He turned my hand over, the one that wasn't broken, and he located a vein on my hand before wiping the wet wipe over it.

"I can't feel my hand." I noted.

"That's the point. It numbs it so you won't feel the needle. You may want to turn away, if you don't want to pass out. I turned away, and felt a little prick on my hand, then, I felt something wet and cold on top of it, and then something that was a cloth like material, "You're all done." Carlisle said, and I turned. All that was on my hand was a bandage, and there was no needle to be found.

"That's it?" I asked, shocked.

"Yes, that's it. I need to go and test the blood for hCG, and then I'll be back with your test."

"You mean my negative test?" I rolled my eyes, and he nodded.

"Yes, Bella. Your negative test." He then left the room, and I sighed, lying back on my bed. I pulled out a chocolate bar from the bag and took a bite of it. I smiled in happiness and closed my eyes. The chocolate tasted so good, it was incredible.

"Are you pregnant?" Someone asked, and I turned and stared at Jacob Black.

He was standing in the doorway to my hospital room, just staring with no expression whatsoever on his face.

"No. I've never slept with him like that Jacob, you idiot."

"Look, Bella, I know. Sam already yelled at me about that." He walked towards my bed and placed a hand on my arm, "I'm sorry." He said, and I felt bad.

"I'm sorry I punched you in the face."

He smirked, "You did no damage at all. I didn't even notice until you broke your hand again. Silly Bella." He smiled as he ran his hand down my arm to where my hand lay. It was bandaged too, but he entwined my fingers with his and squeezed it. He brought over a stool and sat down next to me, running his huge thumb over my fingers. He stopped as he stared at my engagement ring, and he ran his shaky thumb over it, and then back over it again, "You didn't have to pick him." He whispered, "You could have picked me."

"I know who I can't live without." I whispered back, and my words seemed to cut him deeply. His eyes showed it as his face fell. He then looked back up at me.

"So do I." He said, and then he bent down and pressed his warm lips against mine.

What else could I do but just sit there? I was in no condition to run, and I had felt bad for yelling at him earlier, for being a complete jerk, and a horrible best friend.

Edward's POV

I had bought the pasta salad, and couldn't wait to see her. She would be thrilled, and I couldn't even imagine what she was doing at the time being. She was probably just sitting there wondering what to do. Hopefully Esme had delivered my care package. She shouldn't be too angry about that; it wasn't anything that I had bought. It was all stuff that I had collected from around her house.

Or maybe she was getting the pregnancy test done as that mongrel had suggested. I hated him so much, how dense could he be?

I was the one who had been laughed at and made fun of by Emmett and Jasper all the way home from the hospital last night.

Emmett was making sex noises, and Jasper was just laughing his head off.

I scowled as I got into my Volvo, and realized that I had crushed part of the container to the pasta salad.

I don't think that Bella would mind though, as long as it was better then hospital food. It hadn't changed since the last time I was in the hospital, with Spanish Influenza, and I shuddered at the thought of my last day as a human.

Surprisingly, I could remember the food perfectly that day, how soggy the bread was, and how much I wanted to just spit it back up like I would today. The ham was cold and icy, and the orange juice was rancid. It was disgusting, and I shuddered at the thought of tasting those horrible foods again as I drove into the hospital parking lot.

I parked as close as I could to the front and then walked in, grabbing the pasta. The weather man had said that it was going to be sunny today, but thankfully, it wasn't, and I was very overjoyed that the weather man was wrong, again.

Besides, Alice, who was more accurate then the weather man could even hope to be, had yelled at the small man on the television as she had already foreseen the weather for the rest of the week.

As I entered the hospital, no one needed to ask where I was going, because they all knew who I was going to go and see; Bella Swan.

My Bella Swan.

I rounded the corner to her room, and I stopped.

Mmm, she tastes so good. Kiss me back, Bella, please, kiss me back. I heard them think, and I could tell who it was.

Jacob Black.

I stared into her room and watched a struggling Bella try to shove Jacob Black's mouth off of hers. She fumbled with her broken hand as she tried to push at his face. Her other hand, I noticed, was entwined with his, and he tightened his grip on the back of her head, where it was embedded into her hair as he shoved her face towards his. I could feel the pasta turn to mush between my grip as I stared at the sight of Bella, my Bella, being kissed, when she didn't want to be kissed, by that mongrel.

I had promised her.

I had promised her that I was going to break his jaw if he ever kissed her again without her permission.

Oh, this would be fun.