A/N: Sorry for not updating yesterday, I got a little distracted, I'll try to make it up to you with a few uploads tonight but I'm not making any promises.

Anyway sorry for any mistakes, I've got no one to read it through atm.

Chapter Eight:

The Cullen's:

Bella's P.O.V:

I couldn't sleep.

Everything was going through my mind. What would I do if Charlie tracked down Edward?

If I told him, what would he say?

I was so nervous and it wasn't helping my morning sickness.

Morning my arse.

Eventually I must have fallen asleep from pure exhaustion because the next thing I knew I was hurtling towards the bathroom in the daylight. After bringing up the last of last nights pizza I brushed my teeth and went downstairs, Charlie had already left. I grabbed a cold slice of pizza and sat down in front of the television. I hated cold Pizza but right now the thought of it was making my mouth water. Bloody cravings.

I sat watching Friends re runs for about an hour until the phone rang. My stomach muscles clenched together and I felt my heart start to speed up. What if that was Charlie with some information?

I slowly got up, making sure I didn't throw up on my way, that would just suck, plus I would have to clean it up. God I wish I were a child again without all these worries or stresses and most of all without a baby growing inside of me.

I grabbed the phone in my, now sweaty, hands and pressed it to my ear.

"Hello?" I half whispered, trying to keep my voice under control.

"Bells, it's me." My father's voice echoed down the line. The sound of him made me want to throw up, this must mean he had information.

"Have you found out anything?" I asked, gripping the phone tighter to my ear.

"Yes, Bella I have the address of his parents'"

Oh dear god. This was it.

I had to choose, what am I thinking? There's no choice! Edward deserves to know and I owe it to my baby to give it the chance to get to know it's father.

"What is it?" I asked, biting my lip whilst my free hand instinctively travelled to my stomach.

"Bells, it's in America."

Well that wasn't exactly a big surprise, Edward was American. I was going to America, again.

"I have to go dad." I whispered. I had to go but I didn't want to, if it were up to me I would be curled up in a ball ignoring the world around me.

"I know. Bells I'm going to come home early and I'll take you to the airport."

"Thanks dad."

I hung up and ran straight up to my room. What the hell was I supposed to pack? I doubted very much that even Google could help me with 'What do I pack, to wear, to tell a superstar, who I had a fling with that he got me pregnant, and yes I'm keeping the baby?' God my life just sucked. I grabbed my suitcase and just threw in my favourite clothes, I wouldn't be there for long, I added my toiletries and the book which I had been writing down anything to do with my pregnancy.

I took a quick look in the mirror and winced at what I saw before me. My eyes were bloodshot and my hair had no life in it, I looked as bad as I felt but right now I couldn't give a damn. I scooped my hair up into a bun on top of my head and changed into a pair of legging's and a long top, I wanted to be comfortable if I was just about to experience an eight hour flight with morning sickness, it was going to be just as fun as sticking pins in my eyes.

Charlie arrived home soon after I had finished packing, he drove me to the airport while I frantically made calls trying to book myself a flight to New York. Eventually the airhead on the other end of the phone managed to book me a seat on a plan which left in two hours time, which wasn't helping my nerves.

We eventually arrived at the airport, after having to pull over twice for me to throw up. I had an hour left to board the flight and I was getting stressed.

"Bella, calm down." My father said, as he stood next to me in the queue to check it. I took a few deep breaths and concentrated on ignoring the nausea.

"I'm sorry dad, it's jus this is huge." I whispered, not wanting anyone else in the queue to hear.

"You'll be fine, are you sure you don't want me to come with you?"

"No, this is my problem."

"Bells, you're my daughter, any problem of yours is my problem too, you'll find that out soon."

"Thanks dad, for everything." I whispered, giving my father an awkward hug.

"It's nothing Bells, you and that little one are my family." He said, his eyes going to my flat stomach.

I checked in my suitcase and said goodbye to Charlie, I'm ashamed to admit I started crying whilst saying goodbye. I never cry! Damn hormones.

I rushed through security, thankfully not being searched. I swear those people only go for the jobs because they get to spend all day feeling people up. It was a mad rush but I finally relaxed when I was seated on the plane. I had immediately asked to swap seat with the man who was seating next to the aisle, I needed easy access to the toilets. Thankfully he had swapped with me.

The flight passed in a blur, I spent the whole time either sleeping or throwing up. I was really beginning to hate being pregnant and I wasn't even the size of a hippo, yet. I had tried to block out the thoughts of what would happen when I arrived but now the plane had landed I couldn't stop everything spinning around my head. I was mad, going to America like this, just on a whim and I was pregnant. It was 2'oclock in New York, at least it wasn't some ridiculous time where it would be classed as unacceptable to knock on a stranger door and tell them that you're pregnant with their grandchild, I'm not sure there is an acceptable time for that. I dragged my suitcase out of the busy airport and hailed down a cab. After giving the address Charlie had given me to the cab driver and sat back in my seat and fought the tears.

As soon as the cab drew up outside the address I had given I wanted to run away. The house was bloody huge. The house was very modern and edgy and had money written all over it, it felt extremely intimidating. I was now regretting my choice, why hadn't I gone to a hotel first and booked in? Now they'd probably think I was inviting myself to stay. I asked the cab driver to just wait while I went to knock on the door, if luck was on my side they wouldn't be in.

Turns out luck is never on my side.

Soon after I knocked on the front door a woman who looked in her 50's answered, she had brunette hair with caramel coloured highlights, she was quite tall and had a face that looked like it belonged on the front of vogue.

"Hello, can I help you?" She asked, her voice sounding friendly and her face smiling.

"Maybe, I'm looking for Edward Cullen." I replied, trying to mustier up all the courage in side of me.

"You can contact his fan club." The woman replied, her tone sounding harsh.

"No, I'm not a fan. I guess you could say I'm a friend of his."

"How do I know you're telling the truth?"

"You don't. Look I should probably go it was a stupid idea anyway, could you tell him Bella Swan needs to talk to him, I'll be in town for the next few days." I handed the woman a piece of paper with my mobile number scribbled onto it.

"Wait, how do you know Edward?" She asked, her tone sounded slightly friendlier then last time.

"It's kind of complicated, I met him while I was working and we became good friends but for personal reasons I had to go home, back to England and neither of us swapped numbers." That was the best way I could sum it up so that his mother wouldn't hate me. I'm pretty sure, 'I screwed your son.' wouldn't have gone too well. To my complete disgust I actually started crying.

Now she was going to think I was off my face.

"I'll go, I'm sorry for bothering you." I said, turning to walk back to my cab. I felt the woman's hand grab a hold of my arm.

"I'm not going to ask you what's wrong but I think I know, I've been there myself. I just have one question, were you and my son just friends of a little bit more?"

Damn!

She knew I was pregnant. I couldn't lie to her, I had to tell her the truth.

"We were a little bit more." I whispered, swiping angrily at the tears running down my cheeks.

"I thought so, come on lets go and get your bags, I'm Esme by the way."

I paid the driver while Esme got my suitcase form the boot, I offered to take it from her but she wouldn't listen. Once we were inside she brought me straight to the kitchen.

"I'll make you something to eat, you must be starving after that plane journey, then you can sleep in the guestroom if you would like, I'll call Edward while you're asleep."

"Thank you." I smiled appreciatively at Esme, the tears were threatening to fall again.

"It's a pleasure dear, is spaghetti okay with you?"

"Yeah that would be lovely. Uhmm you couldn't point out where the bathrooms are could you, I would hate to embarrass myself like that."

"Ahh, I remember the morning sickness."

Esme pointed out where the bathroom's were, then we both went back to the kitchen where Esme returned to cooking me something. I sat at the breakfast bar, feeling like I was going to pass out, it had been a long day.

"Esme, could you not mention my uhmm situation to Edward." I eventually choked out.

"No, I take it he doesn't know?"

"No."

"Don't worry about it, I'm sure Edward will be thrilled."

Edward Cullen thrilled over becoming a father? Somehow I doubt that. Edward Cullen had everything he needed, fame, money, alcohol and a different girl every night, why the hell would he be thrilled to have a baby on the way?

After a mouth watery meal I followed Emse to the guestroom. It was twice the size of my room at home and had cream carpets with a shabby chic style bed in the middle, the rest of the room would decorated with white vintage furniture.

It was gorgeous.

After thanking Emse, I changed into my pyjama's and text my father to let him know I was okay, after that I turned my phone off and climbed into the luxurious bed. I snuggled up under the covers and placed one hand on my stomach, it wasn't long until my baby's father knew about it's existence.

Edward's P.O.V:

I sat on the plane, on my way home. I was nervous and impatient, why the hell had Bella tracked me down? In fact, how the hell had she tracked me down? Jeez I needed better security. All the reasons as to why Bella may have gone to my parent's house were going around my head, what was going on? I couldn't dare let myself think she wanted to be with me as much as I wanted to be with her, I was falling in love with her and I barely knew her. The couple of day's I had spent with Bella had been like a dream, she was so soft, sweet and vulnerable but at times she could be so feisty and sexy. She was everything I had dreamed of for a girlfriend and she was the only one who had managed to touch my heart in years, all the other girls had just been pointless flings.

The long flight was eventually over, much to my happiness, all I had to do know was find a cab driver and force him to break every speed limit there was, maybe I would need a gun. I collected my bags and headed outside, thankfully I had, for once, managed to dodge the paparazzi. I didn't have my security guards with me, it would have taken too long to arrange them and to book three plane tickets instead of just one, besides they were due to flight out to New York in about three hours. I got into the cab I had eventually managed to hail down, this was another excruciating part of the journey, the whole thirty minutes of the car journey.

The journey dragged to say the least but eventually I arrived at my parent's house, it was gone midnight. I used my key to let myself into the house, I had no idea where my parent's were or even Bella, maybe she was staying at a hotel. I went straight to my father's study knowing that was where he was most likely to be, I was right.

My father sat at his desk typing frantically on his computer, whilst my mother sat curled up on the sofa reading a book. I cleared my throat to alert them of my presence.

"Edward!" My mother cried and ran over to hug me.

"Hey mum." I mumbled, returning her hug.

"I've missed you so much, I don't know why you had to throw a tantrum like that!"

"Sorry mum."

Why was it that my mother could always make me feel like a five year old again?

I greeted my father much the same way as I had greeted my mother, after which I turned back towards my mother.

"Alice said there had been someone here to see me." I stated. As I said that both of my parent's faces became worried and they both looked guilty.

What was going on?

"she's upstairs in the guestroom." My mother said, taking my hand and squeezing it. Now I was confused.

I ran out of the room and went straight to the guestroom. I took a deep breath before I opened the door, I couldn't get my hopes up.

My heart soared at the sight in front of me, Bella Swan.

A/N: Thank you for reading :D

Review please?

Toodles XO