A/N: Sorry it's taken me so long! I've kind of had writers block but I'm trying to write through it, fingers crossed. At the moment I'm really nervous about starting college soon so I'm writing as much as possible to keep my mind off of it :D good news for you my little pretties ;D

Chapter Six:

Bella's P.O.V:

I threw my bag onto my bedroom floor in a rather childish manner and lay down on my bed, burring my head in my pillow. I had to bite my lip to stop myself from screaming. I had just gotten back from the doctor's, who had confirmed that I was in fact, knocked up.

Yes my life was just peachy, not to mention the fact I was soon going to be round like a peach.

I had had a stupid fling and now I was left heartbroken and pregnant, he was left with dirty sheets.

I barely knew Edward! It's not like I had lost the love of my life, yet why did I feel like this?

I felt as though someone had taken my heart away, I couldn't breath and I felt like I had nothing left, my whole life was gone from me.

I had to pull myself together, I had to do this for my baby. My little souvenir from what I shared with the idiotic, arrogant yet charming and chivalrous Edward Cullen.

Given the chance, I could have fallen in love with Edward and that's what hurt the most.

To think what we could have had.

Sure he annoyed me but we had that spark, the one many girls spent their teenage years dreaming about. He was my knight in shining armour, yet I didn't really know him. Neither me nor my baby would get to know him, he was our past now. We had to start our own lives and right now I had no job and I was living with my dad, nice one Swan.

Even if I wanted to contact him I couldn't. Edward was a celebrity, he would be extremely hard to contact. If I turned up at his agent's demanding to see the father of my child they would probably cart me off to a psychiatric ward. Many girls were obsessed with Edward Cullen, including my ex best friend. When I had told her what had happened between Edward and myself she refused to talk to me.

I hadn't gotten around to telling my father yet, it would be an excruciatingly painful conversation, one I did not wish to have. My father would be disappointed in me, I had always been his good little girl, the girl who would live to see her dreams. Not anymore, I had a baby to provide for, I had to take any job I could.

When I heard Charlie, my father, get home I went downstairs to greet him, I had decided there was no time like the present to spill the beans. I hugged him briefly as I got to the bottom of the stairs, Charlie and I had grown closer since I'd gotten back from my brief job as Edward Cullen's stalker. He had realised how much he would have missed me and I had realised how much I would have missed him, deep down I guess I was a daddy's little girl, something my child would never get to be. I went into the living room and waited until Charlie and hung up his gun and followed me into the living room. He always knew when something was wrong.

"What's up Bells?" He asked, sitting in his chair. His brow was creased in confusion and worry. It wasn't often I felt the need to talk to my father about anything.

"Don't freak out, okay?" I whispered, staring down at my hands, which were placed on my lap.

"Bells, just tell me and I'll go and arrest the man who did this to you." He hissed out, jumping up from his chair.

"Dad, sit down please." He was making me nervous, which in turn was making me want to throw up. Nothing says 'I'm pregnant, you're going to be a grandfather', quite like throwing up on someone's shoes.

My father sat back down in his chair and stared at me, his eyes willing me to tell him what was going on.

"I'm pregnant." I whispered, tears brimming over my eyes.

There was a long silence. I looked up to see my father staring at me with his eyes wide open and his mouth hanging open.

"Dad?" I whispered, scared of what he was going to say.

If he threw me out I didn't know what I would do.

"Who's the father?" He angrily asked, I could almost see him frothing at the mouth.

"Dad, please don't."

I did not want to tell him who the father was, he probably wouldn't even believe me. I wouldn't believe myself if I were someone else.

"Isabella Marie Swan, tell me who the father is!" My father was angry now, he had stood up and walked over to me, he was now towering down on me.

"Dad, please." I begged, the tears flowing freely down my face.

My father softened when he saw I was crying. He sat down next to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

"Bella please, just tell me." He asked, he sounded calmer.

"Edward Cullen." I whispered, closing my eyes and resting one hand on my flat stomach.

"Edward Cullen? The idiot who you had to follow round with a camera?"

"Yes, dad."

"Why Bella?"

"I didn't exactly mean to"

"I'm sorry. Does he know?"

"No."

"Bella, you need to tell him."

"How can I dad?"

"I have some contacts I may be able to find out an address of his or his parents."

"Really?"

"If you want me to."

"He deserves to know and I owe it to the baby."

"I'll see what I can do tomorrow. In the mean time, shall we get a take away?"

"Pizza please."

I sat on the sofa, one handing resting lovingly on my stomach. The baby was already such a big part of my life, everything I did lately the baby was right in the front of my mind. I was glad I'd confessed everything to my father, he had made me realise that Edward deserved to know and I owed it to our child, to tell him.

My father would be able to get an address for him, he may be the chief officer of Forks police force but he was well known. A couple of years ago when my father had saved a family from a wolf attack he had risen to fame amongst other police officers. All I could do now was wait and of course eat my pizza, for the baby of course.

Edward's P.O.V:

I sat staring at my hands. I was going back to work tomorrow and I still hadn't managed to find Bella. Her work place couldn't give me her address because it was personal information. I was running out of ways to find her. Part of me wanted to do something huge like confessing my feelings towards her live on the television but I knew Bella wouldn't like that, she wasn't that kind of girl.

I wanted Bella more then anything, hell I even think I love her, but if she doesn't want me, which she clearly doesn't, I won't pursue her. The thing that hurt the most was knowing that giving up would be completely giving up. Bella would never be able too find where I live, although she may be able to get some information from some paparazzi but deep down I know she won't come after me.

Bella doesn't want the kind of life I have and I couldn't be so selfish as to pull her into it when she really didn't want it, I cared about her too much.

I was flying to America tonight to start on my new film, I was not looking forward to it. Leaving England would mean living Bella.

My phone rang from deep inside my pocket, I reached to get it. It was my sister. I really didn't want to speak to her but I knew her, if I didn't answer she wouldn't stop ringing until I did.

"Hello, Alice." I coldly greeted her.

"Eddie! What's up?" Her happy voice flowed through the line. It was as excruciating as being woken up in the morning by someone happy.

"Nothing for you to bother your pretty little head about." I growled, just wanting to get off the phone to her.

"You're mean. Anyway mum just rang she asked if I could call you, she knew you wouldn't answer the phone to her. She said a girl's turned up asking for you but she's not sure if she's a fan."

My heart sped up.

Maybe it was.. No I would not let myself think that, it would only lead to more pain.

"Alice, what does she look like?" I asked, my mouth going dry and my palms began to sweat.

"Mum said, she shortish, taller then me, she has quite long brown hair, brown eyes and a very pretty face. Apparently she's quite shy and she's asking to talk to you."

Bloody hell!

"Alice, call mum up. Tell her don't let the girl leave, I'll be there soon."

"Aren't you in England?"

"Yeah but there's this new thing called an airplane. Goodbye Alice." I didn't bother to wait for her reply, I just put the phone down and grabbed my already packed back.

I was going to my parents.

Maybe, just maybe, it was Bella.

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