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I walked out of the bathroom slowly, my mind in a daze. I reached Edward and he had a surprised look on his face.

"Bella, are you okay?"

"Yes, sorry about that. It's just something I ate." I lied quickly. I had to wait for a few days and see if it happened again. Who knows? It might just be a stomach virus.

He nodded, "So…you were saying…" he prodded.

"Oh, yeah, well I saw Mr. Slate." I simply said. I didn't feel like going through the whole story right now.

"What?" he asked a little surprised. I thought he might be a bit more then 'a little surprised'.

I gave a face, "Yes. I saw him, and my dad said that Mr. Slate's next door neighbor saw someone walking in his house." I said, as the words that Charlie had said last night replayed through my memory.

"Oh, well he didn't hurt you, did he?" he asked. At least he was asking me if I was hurt.

"No, he didn't." I looked down, "I'm fine."

"Good, then nothing to worry about. Plus, I doubt he was trying to get anywhere near you." He said in an almost bored voice.

"Excuse me?" I snapped my head up. Now it sounded like he could care less.

"Look, your not hurt, that's all that matters. I mean, if he really wanted you, he would have already came back to get you." Okay, so this was starting to piss me off now.

I narrowed my eyes, "Yeah, right." I said almost sarcastically, "Look, Edward I have to go." I didn't wait for him to say anything else. I turned my back and walked away.

The nerve of him to act like it was no big deal! I can't believe him. Its like I start to like him and then he goes to do something that just makes him almost repulsive to me. He had started to make me feel better again, emotionally. He was kind of making me feel the least bit whole. But there he went and acted like it basically didn't matter to him if something happened to me.

"Bella," I heard Edwards voice behind me, but I didn't turn around.

"Bella, wait up." He said as he reached up to me, walking beside me now. I picked up my past and headed out the door to my next class.

"Are you mad at me?" he asked as he grabbed my arm.

I turned around to face him, my eyes filled with anger, "Let the hell go of me." I said in a quite voice, dripping with venom.

He let my arm go and let both of his hang at his side like a rag doll. "What is wrong, Bella? What's with the major mood changes?" He said in a defensive tone.

I froze. He was right I was having major mood changes. That's silly though, he caused this one, right? Or was I over reacting?

"I don't understand why you are acting this way. Is something wrong?"

"Well, as a matter of fact, yes." I went back to being angry at him. "You –you are always making me feel happy."

He shrugged his shoulders, "And? Is that a bad thing?"

"I am not finished." I continued, "Then, you go and do something that just makes me mad."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

Oh, like he really didn't know what I was talking about, I thought to myself and then answered: "You know exactly what I mean, Edward Cullen. You make me so happy and you make me feel good, no one –beside my parents have been able to make me this happy- then I tell you something serious like Mr. Slate coming after me and…"

"Wait, you never said Mr. Slate came after you." He stated.

Damn, he's right, I thought. "That's not the point," I continued. "The point is that you acted like it wasn't a big deal. Edward I want you to take this seriously. This is important and I need you to be there for me, unless you don't want to, that is."

"Bella, I want to always be there for you," and with those simple words –that would probably mean nothing to other people- my heart sank. I didn't even wait for him to continue, to hear what he had to say. I stretched up on my tippy toes and kissed his lips lightly.

I felt his breath hitch, and then he kissed me back, but not necessarily lightly. He placed his hand on the bottom of my back and kissed me deeper. When I started to pull back, he got the idea and went to kissing my neck.

When I felt his tongue come out of his mouth and trace along my neck, I moaned. A deep, rich moan; the kind of moan you use when you are having sex. I had never moaned before so when it happened, I froze and felt my face go into flames.

Edward chuckled, "That's a rather pleasant sound." He said against my neck. He kissed it once more and then brought his head back up to my face to kiss the tip of my nose. "I wouldn't mind hearing more of that."

"I bet you wouldn't." I teased as he leaned back, sliding his hand from my back to my waist and letting it rest there.

"So…Bella, I want to ask you a question, even though it is kind of a little early for asking this..." He said as his eyes trailed from my eyes, to my lips –I 

pursed them lightly at him and a small smile crept to his face-, and then to the ground.

"Yes, Edward?" I asked him, when he didn't continue. It felt like everything that had upset me just minutes ago, vanished.

"Will you –okay, yeah, this is probably too early to be asking this. I will just wait." He said, quickly changing his mind.

I leaned up and kissed him on the cheek, "Edward, please, continue."

And so he did, "Okay, you don't have to say yes. Well, I would be very happy if you did, but it's your decision. I don't know what I would do if you didn't say 'yes'." He was rambling again, so I narrowed my eyes at him. He chuckled and placed his hand on my cheek. "Bella Swan."

"Yes, Edward Cullen?"

"Will you…be my…girlfriend?" Was this how he always acted when he asked a girl to be his?

"What?" I asked, even though I clearly knew what he had said. I think I just really wanted to hear it again.

He faked annoyance, "Bella," his expression changing to seriousness. "Will you be my girlfriend?" he asked again.

My eyes went wide. I did hear him correctly. I nodded, "Yes, I think I would like to be your girlfriend."

He smiled that heart breaking, crooked smile and pulled me in for a tight hug. "Thank you."

"No, I should be thanking you." I said as he pulled away to look at my face, his brow creasing.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"Okay, well first, you saved me from that crazy teacher, then…well…" I stopped talking. I couldn't figure out why else I should thank him.

"You can't find anything else, can you?" He smiled.

I shook my head sheepishly, "No, but one thing is enough to be thanked for, over and over again." I replied.

"Your right," he continued his voice velvety smooth. "But it doesn't mean that you can only thank someone for one thing."

"Your right."

"So, that means I get to thank you for more then one thing." He began as he lowered his head to my left cheek. "Thank you for saying yes for the date," he kissed it, and then moved to my forehead. "Thank you for saying yes to be my girlfriend," he kissed it softly. He moved his lips to my right cheek, "Thank you for being wonderful," he kissed that cheek. Then, last, but not least, he moved his soft lips to my lips and gently brushed then along mine, "Thank you for coming into my life." He murmured into my lips and then he kissed me ever so sweetly.

I didn't speak. I couldn't speak. I just smiled against his lips and kissed him deeper until the bell rang, signaling it was time to get to class.

I knew Charlie wasn't going to be home for at least another three hours when I got home, so when Edward called to ask me if I wanted to go get some coffee, I accepted. I didn't think about calling Charlie, I didn't really think it was that big of a deal.

Edward arrived shortly after that, knocking softly on my front door. I hurried to the door almost too quickly. I was excited to see him even if it had only been forty-five minutes since we last saw each other. I knew everything was going horribly wrong in my life right now, but with Edward, the problems seemed to vanish. He made me feel more then slightly whole.

I flung the door open to see Edwards perfect face smiling, "Someone seems just a bit ecstatic." He joked.

I gave my best impression of a growl and that made him burst into laughter, which only made me start to laugh too.

"Okay, so that's number two!" he said after he regained some of his composure.

"What?" I asked cocking my head to the side.

Edward didn't respond, he just walked to me and planted a slow, blissful kiss on my lips.

"What was that for?" I asked as he back away.

"I told you that I loved it when you did that." He said as he took one of my hands.

"What did I do?"

"You know the head thing."

"Oh," I said and then giggled, and then I started again. "Number two what?"

"Number two?" he asked a question with a question. Brilliant Edward.

"Well, you said 'Okay, so that's number two!'." I repeated his exact words with a deep tone.

He chuckled, "Ah, yes." He said, but he didn't say anything else.

"Edward, what were you talking about?"

"That is the second noise you made –you remember the growl- that I wouldn't mind hearing again."

I remember when he said that earlier today about that noise I made when he licked my neck and smiled to myself.

"What are you smiling about?" he asked a small smile playing on the edges of his lips.

"Nothing," I quickly lied.

"Okay, so, are you ready to go?"

"Yes, just let me lock the door." I stepped out into the cold with Edward and a small shiver ran up my spine.

"Are you cold?" Edward asked, but didn't wait for me to reply; he wrapped one arm around my waist and held me to him. He was warm; I could feel his heat coming through his clothes. It was very pleasant.

I locked the door and then turned to him, "Thank you." I said as I wrapped my arms around his back and hugged into him.

"It is not a big deal. I really like doing this." I felt his lips press into my hair.

When we reached the coffee shop, I found it to be quite quaint. It was in the center of town, but it wasn't that packed.

"So…" Edward prodded.

"So what?" I asked not knowing where his sentence was going.

"Do you like it?" He asked.

"Yes, I think it is very nice." I said as we entered the shop and went to the counter. A young man about our age was at the register.

"Can I help you?" He said in an almost squeaky voice. I had to cough to keep from laughing. His name tag read: "Mike" and he had a cute almost puppy dog kind of face. He stared at me, basically ignoring Edward.

"Um, I will take a hot coffee with sugar and cream, please." His eyes seemed to grow wider and then glazed over. I creased my forehead in confusion.

"Yes, and I will have a hot coffee with cream, no sugar. Thank you," Edward said hastily as he pulled the money out of his wallet and handed it to Mike.

"Yours drinks will be out soon," he said, more to me.

Edward held my hand as we made our way to one of the small round tables. When we sat down Edward started to chuckle.

"What?"

"You," was all he said.

"What about me?" I asked, sounding a little offended.

"I guess you didn't realize it, but you ordered what you wanted in the most seductive voice possible." He chuckled again.

I felt my face heat up, "I did?" I didn't think I sounded like anything, except for emotionless.

"Yes, it was quite entertaining to see poor Mike's eyes glaze over." His voice held a tinge of something, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

I was about to say something when I saw our orders being placed in front of us.

"Thanks," I said looking down. It was Mike.

"You're welcome, really," He said. I think he was trying to sound seductive, but it came out in a squeaky unattractive voice.

When he left Edward and I started laughing quietly; it was so funny.

Edward really knew how to make me laugh, so the whole date was perfect. There wasn't one awkward silence, which I was glad there wasn't. We talked about school and we kissed. A lot. When we talked about school it was only for two minutes. Edward wanted to know if we had homework in Biology.

To sum the night up, it was fun. Yes, I just said fun.

I threw up the next day again, I didn't exactly know why. Okay, well yes, I actually had a feeling of why I was throwing up. I decided to go to the doctors when I got out of school.

I headed to the hospital, really unsure of what I was going to do about this. I told Edward I had something to do after school and he said that was okay. He had to go to his dads work and help him with some things.

When I reached the hospital, I parked my truck and got out. I hurried to the door, keeping my head down just incase someone who know me was here. I walked through the sliding doors and up to the front desk.

"Ma'am, I have an appointment with the doctor." I said to the lady that was sitting behind the desk.

"Do you know who?"

"No, I forgot his name." I said, embarrassed.

"So, you know it's a he?" She asked.

"Yes, but that's all I remember."

"Okay, I will call upstairs and see who your doctor is." She paused and picked up the phone and dialed. She leaned over the counter, "Dear, what's your name?"

I hesitated, "Bella…Swan."

She nodded, "Yes, I have a Bella Swan here for a doctor's appointment. She forgot who her doctor is, but she knows that it is a male." She spoke into the receiver and listened for a reply. "Okay. Thank you." She hung up the phone and then told me the name. I froze and my heart started picking up speed.

I walked to the elevator in a daze, my mind wandering around in space. I rode the elevator up to the third floor and walked to the next desk. When I reached the desk the lady greeted me.

"Oh, Bella, okay he will be right out." She told me and motioned for me to sit in a chair off to the side.

I had been sitting down for only five minutes, when a shadow loomed over me.

"Bella Swan, how nice to meet you," Dr. Cullen said as I looked up.

I gave a shy smile and stood up, "Hi." I said as he shook my hand. His grip was soft, like Edward's.

"Okay, if you will follow me, I will take us to the room." He said as he started walking. I followed like he said. We made a short right and then stepped into a big room. There was a bed in the center and a small desk with a sink to the side.

"So what might be the problem today, Bella?" he asked me as he motioned for me to sit on the bed.

"Um…" I began, but he cut me off.

"Oh! Bella Swan."

"Um, yes?" I asked confused.

"You're going out with my son, Edward. Am I correct?"

I nodded as I jumped up onto the bed, "Yes, sir."

"I hope he is being a gentleman." He exclaimed.

"Yes, sir." I said again. Even though Edward was more then just a gentleman.

"That's good to here. Now, I am sorry for interrupting you. Please finish."

I swallowed hard, "I came here, because I think…I think I'm pregnant."

Dr. Cullen turned around so fast I thought he was just a blur, "I'm sorry, what?" his voice coated with disbelief.

"I think I might be…pregnant." I said again.

"You and Edward haven't…you know, have you?" I can't believe he was asking me this.

"No, sir. Not at all." I promised.

"Well, then…I know it isn't any of my business, but who did you do it with to make you think?"

"Well, I technically didn't do it, they kind of did me." A doctor could keep a secret like this right? Because I really blew it by saying that.

"What do you mean by that?" he asked.

"Nothing," I said quickly.

"Bella, please tell me. I am a doctor, I can handle these things." He said soothingly.

"I can't tell you."

"Bella, yes you can. Please do not be embarrassed."

I just looked down at the floor.

"Bella, I hope you are not trying to say you were…raped…" he continued. "Because that is a crime, who ever it was could go to jail."

I thought about what a good picture that would be. Jacob in jail.

"Bella lets try this again. Were you raped?"

I still didn't talk. No one was supposed to be able to know this. I was supposed to be able to keep it locked up inside, for only me to know and no one else to find out.

"Did someone rape you?"

I gave a small nod, but enough for him to notice.

"I will be right back. Everything will be okay. Just stay here." He went for the door, but my voice stopped him.

"Please, what ever you do, do not tell Edward."

"Okay, Bella." He said as he began to open the door.

"Promise me you won't tell him." I pleaded. I couldn't even imagine what Edward would do if he found out.

He turned around to face me, "I swear." And with that I nodded and he walked out of the room shutting the door behind him.

I sat in the room waiting. It felt like it had been an hour, but every time I looked at the clock, it had only been two minutes.

How was I going to explain this to Charlie? How could I have let this happen to me? Would Charlie be mad? Would he hate me for not telling him? I didn't need to be worrying about these questions; I needed to be worrying about the real question. Was I pregnant?

I was pulled out of my reverie by hearing the door start to open. I glanced up waiting to see Dr. Cullen. I had lain back on the little bed, so I had to bend up to see the door.

"Okay, lets see who we have here," I heard a to familiar voice as the door closed behind him.

I shot up, "Edward?!" I nearly shouted. He was standing right in front of me, a stethoscope around his neck and a white doctor's coat on.

He jumped back a little and then composed himself, "Bella? What are you doing here?" He joked, a smile spreading across his face.

Damn! This can not be happening to me, I thought to myself as he walked over and kissed me on the cheek.

"So, what are you here for?" he asked casually. Okay, I had to calm myself down. He didn't know anything.

"Um, I-I…am…um…" Crap, I couldn't come up with a right sentence.

"Here, I will just look," he said as he walked to look at the folder on the counter. I silently cursed myself for not seeing that earlier or even noticing that Dr. Cullen had wrote in it.

I hopped off the bed and ran over to grab the folder before Edward.

"Bella?" He gave me a confused look. Oh, how adorable he looked when he was confused. Not the point! Stay focused.

"What?" I asked casually.

"Can I see the folder?" He asked coming to a stop in front of me; his hand out.

"The what?" I tried to play a game of 'I don't know what you're talking about'.

"The folder, please?" he asked reaching down to me.

I quickly pressed my lips to his, in order to distract him. He kissed back and placed his hand on my cheek. As his tongue entered my mouth, my breathing hitched. He placed another hand on my waist and started to slide to my back. I wasn't even thinking about what he was trying to do until he had pulled away, the folder in his hand.

I felt my eyes start to sting, "Edward, please." I begged as he opened it, still looking at my face.

"I won't laugh." He said.

"I'm not afraid of you laughing," I said, a little scared as his eyes wandered down to the words on the paper.

There was a smile on his lips from when he was joking with me, but as I watched, it quickly turned into a scowl.

He looked back up at me, his eyes danced with too many emotions, but the main two I noticed were anger and confusion.

"B-Bella, what aren't you telling me?" he asked.

Oh, dear God.