8 Months Later

BPOV

Why the hell did I do this? Baby shopping in Seattle was not a good idea when I was so heavily pregnant and overdue and I thought it was a good idea to go pick out baby grows, even though I still didn't know what I was having. I had a shit load of yellow, green and cream baby clothes because a baby boy apparently couldn't wear pink or purple. And Billy Black was betting I was having a boy but dad said I was having a girl.

So while standing with my dad looking at baby grows, my water broke, in typical Bella style as a massive surprise.

My dad panicked, so did I so luckily there was a mother there, who guided us outside the store and into a taxi, sending us to the hospital. And now here I was, on a ward of women who were going into labour and my whole body was in pain for periods of time that were getting closer together and more painful. I literally felt like someone was jabbing a knife into my cervix in order to get this baby out.

I screamed as yet another contraction racked my body, this labour was taking its sweet time because I was only eight centimetres dilated and the contractions were four minutes apart. Every time my body screamed out, I grabbed my father's hand and squeezed for my life.

"Bella, could you loosen up the grip a little?" my dad pleaded after my last contraction.

I just looked at him and he raised his other hand in defeat. His hand in pain was nothing compared to the torture going through my body.

"Why did I do this?" I groaned as I rested my hand on my bloated stomach. I could feel the baby moving around in here. "Oh, yeah, because a nice powerful man tricked me and I let him get away with not using a condom."

To say my hatred for Edward Cullen had blossomed over the last few months would be an understatement. He paraded himself across the country, smiling and passing the video off in the Oval Office as a youthful mistake. He even laughed about it with fucking Jimmy Fallon, waving his hand like I didn't matter and then skilfully moving on to his new proposals and initiatives like a good little politician. Meanwhile he and his wife smiled to the cameras as she placed her hands on her pregnant belly. Four months along.

When they announced it, I curled in a ball on the living room floor and wept for three hours. Even though I told him to knock her up, I didn't think, I hoped, that he wouldn't actually do it. But it proved the suspicions I had, that he was sleeping with her despite sleeping with me. I knew the stamina he had, he could easily fuck two women in one night if he really wanted.

"Bella, I thought we talked about this." My father warned.

I nodded. No thinking about Edward Cullen or any other Cullen because it just made me sad. When he found me on the floor crying a month ago he told me that he never wanted to find me like that again.

Edward Cullen was no longer a part of my life. He would not be a part of my babies life. Edward Cullen was nothing but a Senator ad a future Presidential candidate. He was nothing to me. This baby had no father. If anyone asked, he died, he left me, he was a one night stand. This baby would have their grandfather as a strong male role model.

"He who shall not be named." I murmured. I took my cup of ice chips.

I lay my head back and closed my eyes, trying to get a moment of rest before another contraction tore through my body. My water had broken three hours ago and I wanted for it just to happen already. The miracle of birth was no miracle, it was an opera of screams and torn birth canals. Sweating, ice chips instead of real food and me ending up pooping in front of doctors and nurses and my dad.

I was not looking forward to what was about to happen. The contractions were nothing compared to actually giving birth according to my mother. I groaned at the thought.

"Baby, I can't wait until our little miracle is here."

My eyes shot open. I knew that voice anywhere. My heart started picking up in pace because she only ever called him Baby in front of the camera.

"Close the curtains dad!" I harshly whispered. Cameras, plus Edward Cullen plus me with a big pregnant belly roughly nine months after the scandal broke equals a shit load of media coverage in my babies life, media courage I didn't want to have to subject them to.

"Why Bella? You said you felt claustrophobic."

Since my four days imprisoned in my own apartment, I had not liked to be closed in. I slept with doors and windows open, I spent a lot of time outside, in order not to feel trapped like that again. The curtains, even though thin pieces of cloth made me feel really trapped. So I made Dad open them unless the doctors came in to feel how far I had dilated.

"Close the curtains dad." I repeated before I screamed as my contraction waved through my body. I clutched dads hand for dear life as I screamed. He handed me the Gas and Air and I tried to breathe through it but this was by far the worst one I had experienced yet.

"Baby, lets go and help her!" I could hear Tanyas heels quickly clacking through on the floor. I tried to get up and close the curtains myself but another contraction wracked through my body and I landed on my knees on the floor.

"Bells!" dad cried, moving around the bed to my side.

I was on my hands and knees trying to get through the pain in my cervix, the pain in my knees and the need to push.

"Let me help you there sir." That voice, smoother than silk and obviously concerned. I felt the hands I'd craved for months and hated myself for wanting come under my arm. "Are you okay miss?" I nodded, keeping my head down as I was breathing through the pain.

"Where's a doctor?" I heard another familiar voice call. The fucking President.

What are they doing here? I knew Washington was on the agenda for this month, but the dates don't match. I'd stayed away from Seattle for the first half of the month because of it. They wouldn't come to back roads Forks, Washington and if they did, I'd stay at home.

"I think you should leave Senator." I heard my father growl. My contraction had finally passed but I still kept my head down. My father brought his hands around me and lifted me up so I was facing him and the curtain wall that separated me from my neighbour.

"Are there cameras?" I whispered in my fathers ear. He shook his head no.

I turned my head around to look at the President, his wife Esme, Edward and Tanya. Edward still looked as handsome as he had months ago, even more than he did on the TV. The startling kind of handsome that won over hearts yet the mind inside his head was years beyond him, he was a skilled political mover. He could run this country even better than his father did already.

I felt my dad take my hands behind me and rub his thumb lovingly and reassuringly.

"Edward, what the fuck did you do?" Carlisle swore under his breath.

Edward could only stare at my stomach with wide eyes. I felt incredibly self-conscious, I wasn't skinny and petite anymore, I had a bump the size of an exercise ball sticking out of my stomach, my feet were swollen, and I knew I was sweating like a pig in the middle of August on the sun. While his perfect wife was glowing and still looked like a model despite the small bump the signified her pregnancy.

The bitch.

"It's not his." I said, looking at Edward, staring at my stomach. "I was sleeping with another aid, it's his. Edward and I only did it once, and with protection."

Esme, the kindest woman I had ever had the privilege of meeting came over to me, placing her hand on my cheek, brushing my hair out of my eyes. I could feel another contraction about to come as she guided me towards my bed. "Sweetheart, I'm sorry but you need to cut the crap." My head snapped up to her. Carlisle closed the curtains and I felt even more closed in. There were too many people in this small curtain room and I felt the pain shoot through my body. Esme took my hand and told me to squeeze as I went through the pain.

"Isabella, dear, you're a sweet girl, I watched you during your time with us and no other man went near you but my son." I felt tears in the corner of my eyes. "And I know it was more than one time, you both disappeared together a lot. I noticed a lot."

"Esme, this cannot get out." Tanya screeched. "Carlisle is two weeks away from the election. Edward needs to start setting his campaign up. It will ruin this family. I'm not letting my baby be overshadowed by Edwards bastard. This is going to be kept nice and quiet, we can go back to D.C. and go back to normal without her." She was harsh. I felt tears streaming down my face.

The curtains opened and my doctor walked in, closing it behind him. He looked around. "Mr President Sir, please can you escort your family out of this room, someone has obviously upset the patient and there's a baby about to be born into the world."

Esme kissed my forehead and followed Tanya and Carlisle out of the curtain. Carlisle held it open for Edward to follow but he remained still, staring at my stomach still. "Edward, come one." Tanya wined. My father took my hand as I moved my legs so my knees were bent, ready for my doctor to check my cervix.

"I'm staying. I need to talk to her." He held his hand up to Tanya. He finally looked at my face and his eyes looked hurt. He wanted me to abort this baby, to get rid of it so he could keep me and fuck me whenever he wanted. I'd be little more than a prostitute, because he would place me in a nice apartment and pay for my keep.

"Edward," his father growled in a warning. "Outside those doors, there is an army of press. Like Tanya said, we cannot let this get out."

Edward looked back to his father and shook his head. "I'm staying with her. I caused this problem, so I'm going to handle it."

I was a problem. I knew that in my head but as soon as he said it out loud I felt what was left of my heart and my feelings for him were smashed to pieces. Me and my baby were a problem for him, a problem that needed to be sorted out. Carlisle huffed out a deep breath and let the curtain fall. The doctor lifted my gown and I felt him feel around.

"Isabella, this baby is ready to come out, let's take you to the delivery room."

What? No, I'm not ready. I thought I had a little more time. Edward had to fucking walk back into my life and it had to be during labour because Edward Cullen waited for no one to ruin their lives and take every piece of dignity they had managed to retain after everything he did. Bastard.

I started to scream as I felt my labour approach. "Screw you Edward Anthony Cullen." I screamed at him. Dad clutched my hand and they prepared to wheel me out of the room. Edward reached out to brush some hair out of my face, like he used to when we had sex and he gazed into my eyes, telling me he loved me. I batted his hand away and barred my teeth at him. "Leave Edward, go away, I don't want you near me or this baby."

They wheeled me out and toward a delivery room, and towards what I would call in the future, the most painful period of time I had ever experienced in my life. And with more profanity against Edward Cullen than his opposition used.

EPOV

She's having my baby. Bella Swan, little Bella, was having my baby. Tanya wasn't having my baby, she and I hadn't had sex for months, since I had first touched Bella. But Bella, sweet, caring, innocent Bella was having my baby.

And she hated me.

I could hear her scream it from the opposite side of the door I was sat outside as my baby came into the world.

I didn't want to be a dad this way. I didn't want to hide her any longer. I didn't want to be married to my wife anymore, but I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. My wife was pregnant and the country thought it was mine and she held my balls in a vice, she funded my election campaigns, her father paid towards my father Presidential campaign. If I divorced her, I lost my campaign money and I couldn't run for office. And if I couldn't run for office then I lost the job I loved and the job that made Bella proud of me.

My mother crouched beside me and handed me a cup of coffee. I looked up and smiled, thanking her. My father and Tanya had left already. We told the press that my father was worried about my wife so he escorted her back to the hotel so she could rest while I remained with my mother on the maternity ward to talk to the mothers, where no press could get at us. My mother sat down next to me.

"You should have used protection Edward. Have I taught you nothing?" my mother murmured. "You know you've ruined that poor girls life, that poor girl now has a baby to take care of on her own, because if you want a rats chance in hell of taking your fathers roll then you need to stay away from her and that baby."

I let my head fall in one of my hands. "I can't leave her like that Mom. I can't have her hate me more than she already does."

"All you've wanted since you were five Edward was to be President of the United States. Its all me and your father have wanted for you. Its all your wife and her baby want for you. If you acknowledge that baby as your own, which if I were a better woman, I would want you to do, you lose everything. Years of work you have put in, you father, his father and down the ages of the Cullen family." She took a breath and a drink of her coffee. "Many important men have illegitimate babies, and we can cover this up. We can take care of her from a distance, but you cannot engage in this after today."

I shook my head.

It's been months since I've seen her, spoken to her, known where she was and now she was screaming to Holy Hell giving birth to my baby.

My baby I thought she'd get rid of. She had political aspirations too, she wanted to run for the Senate or Congress, and having a baby without being married did not help her in any way. But I guess that tape of us the Oval Office had already ruined a lot of her chances for that anyway. It had blown over for me but scandals like that stuck on the back of a woman a lot longer, and haunted them in politics and in life.

I heard crying. A baby crying. My baby crying. I stood up, about to move to the door but stopped. She didn't want me in there, I didn't know that I wanted to be in there. I didn't want to see what I mess I'd made of a promising young talent.

I should never have succumbed to my need and gone to her hotel room that night. Or the nights following. I should have just jerked off in the shower like I normally did, like what I did now. A nurse came out and stopped directly in front of me as I blocked the door.

"What did she have?" I asked, trying to look around her.

"Are you family?" she asked, looking me up and down.

"No, he isn't," my mother answered for me. The nurse just nodded, closing the door and skirting around me.

I dropped my head and fell into the seat by the door.

The baby I could hear, my baby would never be able to know about me and Bella, never know I was their father. I'd just be some Senator to them. I couldn't be father to my own baby but I had to be a father to whatever man Tanya fuckeds baby. Because I was a Senator and I wanted to be President and I had to be held above the moral standards of everyone else because the Commander in Chief could not be caught having sex with an aid and recover well enough without a war.

I still had five more years before I could run for President as dictated by the constitution, and I had a long time to wait before I wanted to, I wanted for this to blow over enough for it not to harm a campaign for my Presidency badly.

"Edward stand up." My mother ordered. I looked up to see Bellas father standing above me with the baby in his arms. He looked down at me with pure hate and I didn't blame him. I shot up to look at my child in his arms. Pink hat.

My daughter was gorgeous.

"This is the first and last time you will see her. You will stay away from Bella and my granddaughter. She wants nothing from you, she doesn't want a dime of your money even though I think she should take you for all you have." I felt my throat constrict, but I nodded. "You don't know this, but you broke her. She was broken by you and I don't want you anywhere near her because fathers don't take kindly to men hurting their baby girls, something that you will never understand or get to experience. Now you've seen her and now you leave."

Before I could reach out and touch my daughter, before I could reply and tell him that I wanted my daughter to have everything I could provide for her, Bella's father turned and went back into the room, slamming the door behind him.

I wanted to crumble. Because in those minutes I had gotten to see my daughter, I had fallen completely in love with her. The tiny pink bundle who was staring up at me with her big round eyes was my daughter. And I loved her. Just as much as I loved her mother.

Because I did love her mother. I denied her in public like the idiot I was but I loved her. I never lied to her when I told her I loved her, I couldn't lie to her. Because in those moments on the bus and in the hotel rooms before we started having sex, I fell in love with her. And I think she loved me too and if she did, I broke all of that when I said on national TV that she meant nothing to me.

I managed to fuck everything up.

Everything.

Fuck.

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