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I CANNOT PICK A NAME FOR BELLA AND EDWARD BABY. ITS A GIRL. I WANT IT TO BE PRETTY SO CAN YOU SEND ME SOME SUGGESTIONS AND ILL PICK MY FAVORITES AND PUT A POLL UP FOR THEM.

IM NOT SURE IF I SHOULD...OKAY I KNOW THAT THE WHOLE THING IS ABOUT BELLA BEING PREGNANT BUT IM NOT SURE IF I SHOULD HAVE HER HAVE THE BABY OR NOT TO BE MEAN BUT KILL IT. NOT AN ABORTION BUT HAVE BELLA FALL OR SOMETHING. TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK.

BPOV. 17 WEEKS.

Edward put his forhead down on mine.

"Good Morning." He pressed his lips lightly down onto mine and rubbed my stomach.

"So what are we doing today?" He took his hand in mine and walked me to his car.

"Would you want to come and meet my parents?" My eyes widdened but I put on a fake smile on.

"Oh uh sure." I've never been too his house for two reasons. One, I've been avoiding it so that his parents won't have to find out that I'm pregnant. Second, if I meet Edward's parents he'll want to meet my dad. Now, I think you can imagine what would happen if your father met your boyfriend for the first time, throw in that he's the boy that got me pregnant and that Charlie's a police man then we have a problem.

Edward drove down a windy road with the green forest passing by us. After a couple minutes he pulled into a long curvey driveway that was lined with six trees. The house was white and modern. A house that definately didn't belong in Forks. The window were wide and tall and there was a huge river in the back. Edward's car was the only one in sight when we parked on in front of the house. Edward helped me out and we walked to the off white door and Edward opened it. There was a staircase of the left side and a huge tv and fireplace in the front with a lot of white furniture. The house was light and open and made it look like Forks would be the most sunniest place on earth. I smelt food cooking from the right side where there were two openings one lead to a big dining table perfectly set. The other showed a woman with red hair cooking on a stove and a brown haired woman standing next to her cutting something. Edward ushered me in his hand rubbing soothing circles on my back.

"Mom?" The brunette turned around. She smiled at me and walked over wiping her hands with a towel.

"Well hello. You must be Bella. I've heard wonderful things about you. I'm Esme." She gave me a hug instead of shaking my hand. "Oh and Edward she's much more pretty then you said. I saw Edward blush matching my burning red cheeks.

"Mom..." Edward mumbled. Esme's face light up and turned to the red head and pushed her lightly towards us.

"Bella, this is our neighbor, Kalison." She looked around my and Edward's age. Kalison did nothing but stare at my stomach making me fold my arms around them. She realised what she was doing and then looked at me and obviously put on a fake smile.

"Hi." She shook my hand awkwardly then wiped her hand on her pants like prenancy was some contagious disease. A blonde male walked in the room and set down a bag.

"Oh! Carlise, honey, this is Bella!" Esme said smiling brightly. Carlise smiled and shook my hand more friendly then Kalison.

"Well hello Bella, pleasure to finally meet you." I blushed harder.

"You have a lovely home." I notted and Esme smiled.

"Oh thank you. So Bella, will you be staying for dinner?"

"She's going to be stuffing her face if she does." Kalison mumbled under breath thinking I couldn't hear. I felt my eyes tear up. Stupid raging horomones.

"Oh well I kind of already ate." I turned to Edward. "Where's...your bathroom?" Edward smiled apologetically then gave me directions.

After I was done and washed my hands. I walked out and tried to find my way back to the kitchen. Then I heard whispers.

"Edward, that girl's pregnant." Kalison stated.

"Kal, that's not very polite. You don't know the story." Esme said defending me.

"Well, the story is she's a slut." I heard a gasp.

"Kalison, do not use such language."

"She's not a slut." Edward hissed.

"Oh please yes she is. She basically hangs onto you like a pole."

"She does not."

"You should date someone that's not pregnant. That thing and Bella," She sneered my name like it was the biggest thing she hated "will ruin your life you should just end it now."

I couldn't listen anymore. She called my baby a thing. I walked to the door and slammed it then ran past the green forest and down the windy driveway and all the way home. I slammed the door of my house ignoring the police cruiser that was parked out front.

"Hey Bells, where have you been?" I ignored him and stomped all the way up to my room. I hated that girl. Damn her. I don't care if she calls me a slut but calling my baby a thing I mean come on. She's right about one thing. I am ruining his life. We wont be able to go to college or anything. We would have to get a job right away. Should I even keep the baby or put it up for adoption? I could never imagine having my baby living with someone else not knowing who I was. Not knowing who she was. I laid on my bed staring at the ceiling. I heard the tires of Charlie's car pull out of the driveway and fade. I closed my eyes and was about to fall asleep when the door bell rang. A numerous amount of times. I groaned then walked down stairs when I stumbled by tripping myself and fell flat on my face on the floor. I felt an enormus pain on my face and somewhere else. My stomach. I stiffined and sat up. I felt around my stomach panicking for the baby to be alive. The doorbell rang and tears fell. My stomach hurt. A lot. I ran to the door. And Edward stood there. He saw me crying and pulled me into a hug.

"Bella I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. Kalison has a mind of her own and I had no idea you were listening. Your not a slut. It wasn't your fault of getting pregnant. I love our baby and I --" I cut him off by one of my sobs.

"Bella?!" His voice was alarmed.

"I-I think the b-baby might be d-dead."

SO I NEED YOUR ANSWER TO IF I SHOULD KILL THE BABY OR NOT. IT WOULD BE VERY HARD TO CONTINUE THE STORY IF I HAVE HER KEEP THE BABY. SO PLEASE TELL ME.

JAMISON.

P.S. I LOVE KIDS. I DONT HATE THEM OR ANYTHING.