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EPOV

I knew I should probably wait until Bella gets off of work, but I don't think I should put it off any longer. So I called her during her lunch break.

"Hello?"

"Hey Bella. How's your day going so far?"

"More of the same stuff, at least it's better than yesterday."

"Good to hear. You got a moment now?"

"Sure, shoot."

"Well uh, we never finished our conversation last night, and I should probably tell you the rest before I hand in the forms today. I'm not sure how to say this any other way, but…I'm going to need to stay for two more months if I say yes to the advanced program."

There was silence on the other end. I waited it out.

"Oh. Well go for it then. I—We could hold things up here until you get back." She said, trying to keep her voice light.

"I don't like the arrangement either. But I'll be back in Seattle before you guys know it. You guys are going to be able to handle things ok without me for two more months right? Is it going to be too busy?"

"We're fine. We've been ok for these few months, haven't we? You should just focus on your research, no need to worry about us. Go hand in your form!"

Wrong. I'm worried about you, I sighed. We talked for a bit more and went back to work respectively.

Something is definitely up with her. She sounds so frustrated and isolated in the call. It's more like she shut down her emotions and wouldn't let me in. I've decided to sit on it for a few days and see if things will change for the better. They had better, or I'd be catching the next flight into Seattle.

BPOV

"Are you ok, Bella? You seem to be a bit….nervous?" Angela asked hesitantly.

"Me? No, I'm fine! It's just that I've still got to make rounds, and there are tons of patients on my list."

"Oh yeah, that happens to all of us." Dr. Newton replied.

"See you guys later! I'm going to the second floor now."

Truth is, I really am nervous. I've been fidgeting for the whole day, wondering when the call will come in. The woman said if I don't call her back by today, then she would be sure to give me a ring. Today is the "deadline day", as I like to put it. I woke up this morning still unsure of my answer to her request, but I guess I was just feeling numb over the whole thing. I cleaned up, dressed in my usual T-shirt and jeans, and had a cup of coffee before I went out the door. I felt a pang in my chest when I had to use a new mug this morning, and the events last night came flooding back. Mug…shattered…..I'm desperately hoping this isn't a sign to Edward's friendship. I'm not superstitious, but I can't afford losing what Edward and I have.

When I got Edward's phone call today, I was shaken up. Two more months? These two years have been hell; he hardly comes back for a visit, he rarely emails anymore, and now he calls out of the blue to tell me his "wonderful" news? After I was somewhat a bit calmer, I made my decision. And now, I'm just waiting for my phone to ring.

"Hey doc, you still there?" A five-year-old girl eyed me curiously.

"I'm sorry! Could you repeat that again?"

"You spaced out there for a second. I was gonna press the emergency button for you."

"That was thoughtful of you sweetie. And where did you say you still hurt?" I asked apologetically.

Thankfully, nothing major turned up during my rounds today. But I still felt like it had been days rather than hours during the whole time, because I was checking my cellphone every chance I got. I debated whether I should call the woman first before I change my mind. The more I thought about it, the surer I was about my decision—all because of Edward's phone call today.

"See you later Angela! I'm going now!" I waved to Angela as I was heading out. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mike Newton flirting with a brown-haired nurse at the counter. I wonder which lady I should thank for getting Mike off my back? I wondered to myself, smiling even. I turned my head towards the parking lot, determined to get home as soon as possible.

I heated up yesterday's leftovers for dinner. I wanted to have something nice today, but just didn't have the heart to drive anyway further, since my nerves were getting to me. After showering, I sat on my bed with the phone in my hand, staring into space. Just as I was about to go watch a movie on television, the shrilling of the phone echoed from the walls.

It's just a phone call; all you need to do is give a response. I told myself repeatedly. Taking a few breaths, I answered the phone, "Hello?"

"Is this Miss Swan?"

"Speaking." My voice trembling. Get a grip! I yelled at myself.

"I'm sure you know who I am. I was wondering if you have come to your decision yet?" The woman asked crisply, all businesslike.

"Y-yes. I'm going to take you up on your request." I answered.

"Great. Would this Saturday be too soon enough? You see, I'm kind of in a hurry."

"I understand. Whatever is good enough for you then, this Saturday is fine."

"Are any of the supplies needed? Money isn't a problem." She said smoothly.

"Um…no, I don't think that's needed. I can afford all of those."

"Well, if you're sure then. But I will be setting up a bank account in case of emergencies. I'm not that cold-hearted you know." She said huffingly.

If you were a good person, you wouldn't be doing this in the first place. I said silently in my head. "So, where do you want to meet?" I asked, ready to close the conversation.

"How about Portland? I'm sure that would be more convenient for you?"

"No! I mean, no, didn't you say you were already really busy these days? So why don't we meet in San Francisco since it's closer to where you are staying?"

"Fine with me." She replied puzzlingly.

"I guess that's it then. See you then."

"Alright. Call if you have any more questions." And she hung up.

Rude. I thought. I'm doing her a huge favor, and this is what she does to repay me? I didn't want to go to Portland because it was too close to Forks, I needed somewhere where I wouldn't run the risk of being recognized. I stomped around my apartment, thinking of something to pass the time. My eyes landed on my favorite book on my desk—Wuthering Heights. This will have to do then. I sighed, flopping myself on my bed, and turning on my bedside lamp. Eventually, I fell asleep with the book on my lap.

EPOV

I have to do something about this! I promised myself. I was still beating myself up. It was early Friday morning, and I was wandering around my room, getting dressed. I thought about this for the whole night, making me restless AND sleepless. I noticed the red light blinking on my phone. Strange….how come I didn't notice there was a voice message on my machine yesterday? I pressed the play button.

"Hey son, haven't heard from you in a while. How's it going in Chicago? I hear your two years are almost up, why don't you come for a visit in Forks before you head back to Seattle. Your mother and I have been missing you. Give us a call when you have time. See you soon! Beep!"

The "Beep!" was like a wake-up call to my thoughts. That's it! How come I never thought of it before? I grabbed my phone and headed out the door, feeling happier.

After I made my rounds in the morning, I couldn't wait any longer. I flipped out my phone in anticipation, dialing the number I know from heart.

"Hello?" A soft voice answered.

"Hey Bella. Did I wake you?" I asked sheepishly.

"Nah, I was already up. Just haven't had my coffee yet."

"Oh you mean you haven't raided the sugar stash yet." I joked. I regretted the first time I offered to share coffee with her. I paid for the coffee that morning, and went to take a call from my roommate, leaving Bella to add the finishing touches to our coffee. When I came back, she was happily sipping on the coffee, and then she reluctantly passed the cup to me. I grimaced after a huge gulp of coffee. She likes it REALLY sweet. I know I was being a baby having whined to her about how sweet she takes her coffee, and I still tease her about it to this day.

"Humph. For your information, I already 'raided' my sugar stash, thank you very much. I'm trying to find its cousin now." She huffed into the phone.

I heard some rummaging sounds in the background. "No wonder you're still so cranky in the morning." I shot back.

"Whatever. Why did you call this morning again?"

I laughed. "You seriously haven't woke up, hon. I haven't said anything about why I called yet." I took a breath and went on, "I was wondering, are you doing anything this weekend?"

"Saturday or Sunday?"

"Saturday. I have to be at work early on Monday."

"Umm….I'm actually meeting someone on Saturday." She said slowly.

Meeting someone? As in 'have a date with a guy'? My mind started running wild with presumptions.

"Why do you ask anyway? I thought you were going to be very busy these weeks."

"Uh, my parents called and wanted me to go back home if I could find time. I thought I would drop by Seattle before I came back." I lied. I blurted out the last sentence without thinking. Oh boy, I hurt her feelings AGAIN! I groaned inwardly.

"Oh. Well I guess I'll see you another time then. Hope you have a fun trip home." She said flatly.

"Bella, that wasn't what I meant—" I heard a phone ringing on the other end.

"Hold on a sec. It's the hospital phone." Her voice was muffled, but I could still make out what she was saying, "Uh-huh. Yeah, ok. I'll be right there."

"Hey Edward?" She said back into the phone.

"Yeah?"

"The hospital called. There's an emergency, and I've been called in. We'll talk later ok?" She said hurriedly.

"Go on! We'll talk." And we both hung up.

How could I be so careless? That call was supposed to make her feel better, and now I only made things worse. Plus, is she going on a date with somebody? How did I miss that? It all made sense. She was distance during our calls, we seldom emailed each other, and she wouldn't tell me the details of her plans on Saturday. I always thought we were close, so I never wondered what it would feel like if Bella started dating some other guy. What does he look like? Do I know him? The questions started popping into my head. I guess I'll just have to suck it up, and be happy for her. Or maybe I could act on the role of her big brother and scare the guy away, I thought evilly. Nah, she'd have my head if I tried that one.

Suddenly, I heard giggling sounds at the other end of the hallway. Oh no! It's those annoying nurses again! They seem to be anywhere I am. The day couldn't get any better, I groaned. I turned my direction back to where I just came from, deciding to go to the research lab instead of my office. Some research could probably put my sorrow thoughts at the back of my mind. I need a few hours of peace and quiet.

BPOV

(Saturday)

As I drove on the highway, I started wondering why Edward sounded so weird during the end of our phone call. What did I say to make things awkward? I hummed along to the music from the radio, wanting to keep my nerves at bay.

I ran the conversation through my head:

"You seriously haven't woke up, hon. I haven't said anything about why I called yet. I was wondering, are you doing anything this weekend?"

"Saturday or Sunday?"

"Saturday. I have to be at work early on Monday."

"Umm….I'm actually meeting someone on Saturday."

Meeting someone? Couldn't I have come up with a better excuse? No wonder he sounded strange. I'll just have to explain it to him later.

I changed lanes, ready to get off the highway at the next exit. I started rummaging my bag for my cellphone, ready to give the woman a call. She wouldn't even tell me where she was going to meet me beforehand. She said to call her when I got to San Francisco. I dialed and put her on speaker.

"Miss Swan, are you almost there?"

"Yes. Where should I meet you?"

"Westfield San Francisco Centre. You know how to get here?"

"I've got GPS." I started setting up the gear, and said 'Westfield San Francisco Centre' into the microphone. It wasn't long before the little machine gave me the thumbs-up-good-to-go sign.

"I'm on my way. How should I know it's you?"

"Oh, you won't need to know. Call me when you get to the destination." Then she hung up abruptly.

Strange? Why so mysterious? After I got off from the Lombard Exit, I concentrated on the roads. After a few left turns and right turns, I arrived at the centre and started walking towards the building. I dialed again.

"I'm here."

"Start walking while I give you the directions. Go in the entrance on Market Street, turn left, and you should see the store 'Janie and Jack'."

I followed her directions. The building looks great from the outside. When I stepped into the shopping center, I was met with French windows and light pouring in from every direction possible. People were bustling to and fro, and there was fragrance in the air. If it weren't for the occasion, I would have even wanted to shop here. I thought to myself. I slowed down when I got to a store facing Janie and Jack.

"Yeah. I'm here." I saw three woman talking on cellphones. One was just walking by; one was leaning against the wall, jabbering her head off; the last one was standing behind the store windows, looking solemn. "Are you the one in yellow, red, or black? I'm guessing black?"

The woman replied, "No, you can't see me from where you are. What I look like and who I am isn't all that important. Do you see a blue stroller outside the Janie and Jack store?"

"Yeah…." I started walking towards it.

"That's the one. All the important stuff is in the pockets of the stroller, including identification information, the bank account number, and so on. I've still got some of the baby food left in the bag hanging on the stroller. I know some powerful friends, and I've pulled some strings for you. You are officially the child's parent, and nowhere can I be found in the records. I've thought of everything already, so you won't need to contact me again. Besides, the time limit on this cellphone number is almost up. I got this number just for this special occasion."

How nice of you to have thought of everything! I'm still processing here! I wanted to tell her. I walked over to the stroller casually, determined not to receive any curious glances. As I stood beside the stroller, took a deep breath, and peeked under the shade of the stroller.

The voice from the other end started talking again, "Oh, and his name is Ryan Swan." After that, all that could be heard from the phone was the dial tone.

A/N:

I'm sorry to have changed the POVs so often, but I figured some parts needed the other person's thoughts in order to portray it better.

Sorry if some of the information is wrong, since I did the searching from the Internet.

I hope you guys like it! And the story from now on will just get more exciting as you can see, since the baby has officially arrived!

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