Hey guys! So I know I said these flashes don't connect…so think of this as a totally different story lol. I changed the main characters to fit a different back story. I remember the prompt for this one! It was Bella sitting in her chair in New Moon when the months were passing by. I won honorable mention over at TLS for this, so I hope you guys like it!
Thank you to everyone who takes the time out to read and to review! And thank you to my awesome Beta Kitchmill! She's amazing!
Disclaimer: I'm not S.M. I have met her tho. I own that experience and these words!
"Compose yourself Esme," I growl at my reflection.
The girl looking back at me isn't the girl I saw when I walked in here. That girl was full of hope; she was at the top of her world. The girl I see now knows it's over. Tears stain her face like battle scars as she clutches the stick, her knuckles turning white.
I should be happy. I should feel blessed. But instead I feel dread and emptiness.
I'm so lost.
I know I shouldn't have let him pursue me. I knew it would blow up in my face. But I went with my heart and let myself fall without thinking of the consequences. I just thought of him and the way his smile made everything better, the way his fingers could make me feel so alive.
I won't ever be able to forget the way he made me feel, because the evidence of our love for one another is growing inside of me.
I know I have to keep this to myself. Even if his promises and declarations of love are true, this could ruin him. It could ruin everything if I let this slip.
No matter what my feelings are for him, I'm just the help. I wish I remembered that before I let myself get into this situation.
I don't have time to dwell on my mistakes. I need to do my job.
I hold my head up high as I dispose of the test. Securing a smile on my face, I grab the tray of appetizers. It's my job to make sure this event goes smoothly. It's the most important one of the year for our country.
It's Prince Carlisle's engagement party, and the future Princess has no idea I'm having his baby. And neither does he.
