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CHAPTER 6

I was an incoherent mess by the time Masen and I made it back to the car. I honestly had no recollection of leaving the doctor's office, let alone the walk back to the car—and don't forget, I had yet to answer my three old son's question.

"Mommy…? What pegnet?" his voice echoed loudly in my head.

How could I possibly answer him when I couldn't understand the answer myself? I couldn't, so I dodged.

Not my finest moment, I know.

I sat in my car, a complete fucking basket case—Masen was probably terrified—and the only person I wanted to talk to was always fucking betraying me!

I decided to send him a text.

Will the std tests b positive like the pregnancy test was? – B

Asshole!

He can't say I didn't tell him right away this time!

I drove, not really going anywhere, just needing to move. Masen fell asleep almost at the start, so I filled the silence with cry-my-eyes-out music, pitched to drown out the wildly vibrating phone at the bottom of my purse.

It eventually started getting dark, and I found myself driving towards Alice and Jasper's place. I'm not really sure why my subconscious chose them, but I wasn't ready to go home.

I took in a deep breath, and pulled my little Mazda in behind Jasper's truck. I'd barely gotten Masen's door open when Alice came flying out of the house.

"Oh, my god, Bella!" she cried. "You've had everyone freaking out! Jesus, Edward—"

"Don't!" I snapped looking to Masen. "Don'tmention Edward! Please?"

She glanced at Masen, and then nodded. "Come on, let's get you guys inside."

I pulled Masen from the car and followed her into the house. Jasper was standing in the foyer in flannel pants, a long sleeved shirt, and slippers. He looked like he was on his way to bed.

It's barely seven o'clock, I thought looking at my watch.

"How ya doin', darlin'?" Jasper asked taking Masen from me.

I gave the only answer I could. "I've definitely been better." Jasper smiled sadly at me, but didn't say anything else.

Alice pulled Masen's boots and coat off. "Do you wanna talk about it…?" she whispered, looking at me from under her lashes. "I mean… you're not gonna…" she trailed off, looking to Jasper. "Honey, why don't you go lay him in our bed?"

That bastard told her! I thought as Jasper looked to me for approval. I just smiled, nodding my head slightly. I watched in silence as Jasper carried him down the hall, careful not to wake him.

"Ed…" My glare made her rethink her words. "Sorry, he said you had a doctor's appointment today…?" When I didn't respond she went on, "So…? How'd that go?"

I just stared at her; crossing my arms over my chest. "You're really going to play it this way? I know he told you."

"Told me what?" she asked innocently.

I rolled my eyes.

"Okay, fine," she grumbled. "He told me … You're not gonna leave, again, are you?"

"Seriously, Alice?" I asked turning toward the living room.

Alice followed. "What? It's a legitimate question."

With tears filling my eyes, I turned to face her. "That kinda hurts." I knew she was within her rights to ask … think I might leave … run again.

She sighed, and pulled me to sit on the couch with her. "I'm sorry, Bells. I shouldn't have said that. I just couldn't take—"

"I'm not going anywhere, Alice," I interrupted. "I was wrong last time, and I am sorry, but I promise you, I'm not going anywhere. I wouldn't do that to Masen … to you guys."

She smiled, and pulled me into a hug. "So, um ... he really does want to talk to you …"

I pulled away, staring at her in confusion. Did she seriously want me to talk to him? Then it dawned on me; he didn't tell her about what happened before my doctor's appointment.

"Alice, did he tell you what happened before I went to the doctor?"

"Um, no?" She shook her head, confusion clear in her voice. "He just said that you sent him a text saying you were pregnant, but you wouldn't answer his calls … he asked me to tell you to call him if I spoke to you …" she trailed off. "Why? What happened?"

"Masen and I walked in on him getting head from some nasty tramp."

What? She asked.

Alice blinked her eyes a few times, shook her head, and then answered, "Okay, I'm really curious as to how exactly you and Masen walked in on him getting … God, that poor kid is gonna need some serious therapy!"

"Fuck, tell me about it!" I shook my head, disgusted at the image that popped into it. "As far as us walking in on him … I had called him God only knows how many times, left him just as many messages telling him I needed him to watch his son so I could go to the doctor…"

I let out a breath of air, and continued, "He never returned my calls, so I decided to just stop by. He gave me a key a few weeks back; so I let us in, and, well, he was just sitting there, on his fucking couch, with this nasty blonde between his legs … her…"

"Okay!" Alice yelled, holding her hand up. "I got it! I don't need visuals, too."

"I didn't need the live show I got," I snapped. "And my son definitely didn't, but we sure as shit got it!"

Alice shook her head. "Well, I guess I can understand why you're pissed… to a point—"

"To a point?" I interrupted. "What in the hell—"

She held up her hand again, cutting me off. "Let me explain, please?"

I nodded, and she continued, "What I meant was, you have every right to be pissed that he didn't call you back, and even about what Masen saw. I mean Jesus; he knew you had a key! But as far as the actual act …"

"I'm not mad he was getting …" I groaned in frustration. "God, I'm mad because my son had to see it! I'm mad because he didn't call me back! I mean, what the fuck? What if something had happened to Masen? Jesus, I could care less what he does in his free time."

"Okay, well, wasn't it his free time?" Alice asked, pissing me the fuck off.

"What the hell, Alice!" I screeched. "Whose side are you on here?"

"I'm not on anyone's side," she quickly spoke. "Do I agree with what happened? No! My brother is an idiot, but the truth is, Bella, he is single, and what he does in his free time is his business. Yes, he should have thought a little better about it, I mean right in the fucking living room? Who does that?

"Especially when you know that it's a real possibility your kid and his mother could come walking through the door at any minute, but still, you can't really hold it against him. It's not as if he had Masen there with him … what if the situation was reversed? If it was you that they walked in on? I mean you're both single …"

"Okay, okay," I said. "I get your point. I'll talk to him, just not right—"

A bang at the front door interrupted me. "Not now, Alice! I'm not talking to him right now!"

The banging continued as Alice got up to answer it. "I don't really think you're gonna have much of a choice on this one, Bells. Sorry."

"The hell I don't!" I snapped standing up.

Alice turned to me. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think this was more about you being jealous then pissed."

The banging continued as I screeched, "I'm not jealous!" Considering my voice cracked a bit, I'm sure that wasn't at all convincing.

"Is anybody gonna get that?" Jasper asked, walking into the living room. "I could hear it clear at the other end of the house … I'm sorry darlin', but he's gonna wake Masen if you don't answer it."

I sighed in defeat, walked to the door, threw it open and walked away.

"Oh, no you don't!" Edward yelled grabbing my arm, which just pissed me off even more.

"Hey, jackass!" I hissed, ripping my arm out of his grasp. "Tone it down! Your son is sleeping!"

"Well, then don't walk away from me," he snapped. "We need to talk, Bella … why the fuck didn't you return, oh, I don't know, one of my hundred messages?"

"Really, Edward?" I screeched, forgetting briefly about my sleeping child. "You're really going to go there?" I glared at him. "Hmm, how 'bout you answer your own question first? Cause I'm dying to hear your explanation for not answering any of my messages!"

"Fuck!" Edward hissed running his hand through his hair. He looked around, apparently noticing Alice and Jasper for the first time. "Can we talk about this somewhere else? This really isn't a conversation I want to have in front my sister … this is between us, Bella."

I glanced to Alice for a minute, debating on whether or not I was ready to talk to him. We had a lot of shit to talk about. Shit I've been avoiding for a very long time.

"You can leave Masen here, Bella…" Alice said softly.

"Yeah, he's out like a light," Jasper added, giving me an encouraging smile. "He won't even know you're gone."

"Please, Bells?" Edward pleaded. "We really need to talk … he'll be fine…you'll be back for him"

"Fine," I sighed, turning to Alice. "You're sure you don't mind watching him?"

She shook her head. "Of course not. Take as long as you need, okay?"

"Thanks Alice … please call me if he wakes up? He'll probably be scared."

"I will." Alice smiled, and I went to grab my coat from the living room.

When I returned to the foyer, Edward, Alice and Jasper seemed to be having a heated conversation, but they parted like the red sea when they noticed I had returned.

What the hell was that about? I wondered briefly as Edward pulled open the door. I stepped out onto the large deck, Edward following right behind.

"I'll drive," he informed, already heading for his SUV.

I briefly thought about arguing this with him, but then thought better of it—did it honestly matter who drove? No.

"Okay…." I mumbled, turning my attention back to Alice and Jasper. "Thank you. I won't be long, I promise."

Alice smiled. "Take your time."

I made my way to Edward's vehicle, climbing in slowly. I knew this conversation was long overdue—four years to be precise—but I wasn't at all looking forward to it, because even with everything in the open I couldn't foresee a happy ending, which just saddened me, especially considering our current predicament.

We drove in awkward silence for what seemed like forever. Apparently, neither of us really knew where to start.

"Where do you wanna go?" Edward asked finally.

"Oh, um … My house is probably closer than yours …"

Edward nodded his head in agreement, but didn't say anything more. In fact, the remainder of the drive was spent in complete and total silence. I was a buddle of nerves when we pulled into my driveway.

Once inside, I slipped off my shoes and headed toward the kitchen. I needed something to occupy my hands.

"Would you like something to drink?" I asked, looking over my shoulder to Edward.

"Water," he mumbled walking into the living room.

Well, alrighty then.

I grabbed us both a bottle of water, and then joined him where he stood staring out of the French doors leading to my backyard. I handed him the water, racking my brain, trying to think of a way of starting the dreaded conversation, but luckily, Edward beat me to it.

"Look, Bella, I'm really sorry … well, about earlier?" It came out as more of a question then an apology and he didn't look once in my direction. "I didn't mean for you to, well, see it…"

I turned to look at him briefly, before following his line of sight outside. "Why didn't you answer your phone, Edward? God," I sighed. "This all could have been avoided if you would have just answered your phone."

"I know. Alright? I know. Fuck…" He groaned pulling his hand through his hair. "My cell was dead, and I left the cordless upstairs after I talked to my mom this morning … why didn't you page me when you couldn't get a hold of me?"

"Your pager is so the hospital can get a hold of you."

"No," he retorted turning to look at me. "My pager is so anyone who needs to get a hold of me can get a hold of me. You should have paged me."

"I shouldn't have had to Edward—"

"You know what, Bella?" Edward hissed, heading for the couch. "I work forty eight hour shifts, my phone doesn't get charged like it should. My pager however is always on me and it is always on beep … you should have paged me."

"Okay, fine!" I snapped. "It would have been nice to know that!"

"I mean it, Bella," he said. "If you can't get a hold of me, you page me." He stared at me briefly. "Now, as far as what you walked in on. What exactly did he see?"

"He saw his father getting head from some tramp."

"What!" he asked. "You mean he … he saw it?"

I sat next to him on the couch. "Yeah, Edward, he saw it."

"Shit …!" He pulled at his hair. "Wha … what did he say?"

"He asked what you were doing."

"Oh … fuck, what did you say?"

"I told him you were doing something that only grownups did … he seemed content with that answer, so I dropped it … he's only three, Edward, he really didn't get it … I'm not sure he even realized it was your, um … dick in her mouth."

"I'm really sorry you both had to see that!" he whispered. "I don't … god, you never should have had to see that."

I sighed in defeat, because what Alice and I talked about earlier was starting to surface. "Edward, it's … it's your house. I should have knocked. I just … it was cold outside ..."

"Bella," he sighed. "I gave you that key for that very reason … fuck! I'm so sorry! I wasn't thinking."

"Yeah, obviously," I whispered, more absentmindedly then anything. "Look, Edward, I realize it's your house, and that you're single, but you need to remember you have a son now. You can't think with your dick anymore."

"Excuse me—" he hissed, but I quickly cut him off.

"No. I'm not backing down on this one, Edward. Yell all you want, but this is one thing I will not back down on. I meant it when I said my son wasn't going to be around that shit. So I suggest you start thinking about how your actions will affect Masen from now on."

"Are you threatening me?" he asked incredulously.

I shook my head. "No," I supplied. "I'm telling you that your other life had better not affect Masen in any way."

Edward jumped off the couch. "My other life isn't any of your fucking business. I won't hesitate to take you to court. You aren't going to keep my kid… my kids, away from me! Not again!"

I shook my head, seething. "Are you trying to tell me your dead set on having your son, your kids, around a bunch of tramps?"

"No, but—"

"No," I interrupted. "No buts, Edward. I know you won't do that, believe it or not, I trust you with him. You just have to really think about what you're doing now—"

"Alright," he interrupted. "I get it. I don't even know what I was thinking … I promise you, it won't happen again."

"It better not. Masen may not understand it now, but it won't be long before he does, and I won't be the one explaining it next time!"

Edward stared at me as if I'd lost my mind.

"What?" I asked. "You fuck up again; it's on you to take care of it!"

He changed the subject. "So, about your doctor's appointment … I'd like to start by saying I can promise you any STD test I took would come back negative, so you didn't get anything from me if yours come back positive." I'm sure my mouth was hanging open as I stared at him in shock.

"I'm not saying that yours will come back positive," he quickly backpedaled. "I'm just saying I know you didn't get anything from me… shit, Bella… I didn't mean—"

"Edward," I interrupted, deciding to put him out of his misery. "I'm not worried ... So, um, about the baby? Are you, well, are you okay…?"

"Do I have a choice?" he asked, but then quickly added, "I mean, you're pregnant. It's happening whether I'm okay with it or not."

"Edward, you don't … I don't—"

"Oh, shut up," he interrupted, shaking his head. "Don't even go there. You're not going to be doing it alone this time."

I smiled, feeling as if a weight was lifted from me. "Masen heard the doctor say I was pregnant. He asked what it meant …"

"What'd you say?" he asked apprehensively, sitting down next to me.

"I, um… didn't? I was a little … well, I wasn't really thinking straight."

"Well, we're definitely gonna have to address it. I don't think he'll stop asking."

I nodded. "I'm sure you're right…"

Edward and I spent the next few minutes discussing how to explain the pregnancy to Masen, before I excused myself to the restroom. When I returned Edward's demeanor had changed, he was extremely nervous all of a sudden. I sat carefully on the couch and waited.

"Bella, I, um … we have to talk about Tanya."

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