Flabbergasted Phenomenon

Summary: "This is the most unique situation I have ever heard of with a human and a vampire," was what Carlisle said, but all I could think was, "I'm going to have a baby."

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, New Moon, or Eclipse. I just own the scenarios where I thrust my favorite vampire and his family and the love of his life! Yay for me!

Chapter Twenty-six: Leaving is the Hardest Thing to Do

The sound of a dog barking made me snap out of my stupor and I sat up slowly. My entire body was shaking as I tried to assess my situation. I'm in a strange hotel room. I can go to the check out desk and see where I am. I won't leave, incase I'm somewhere unfamiliar. I'll try to use a telephone and call someone—anyone, Charlie even, and then I'll sit tight until someone can get me. Until then, Isabella Marie Swan Cullen, keep yourself together, keep yourself together. I repeated the last bit to myself over and over again as I stood from the bed. Wait! I thought, looking around. How'd I get on a bed? I wiggled my toes against the dingy carpet, and that's when I noticed that I wasn't wearing shoes. I looked down at the floor for my shoes, and that's when I saw folded paper.

It took a lot, but I managed to squat down with the support of the bed, and get back up again. I was breathing heavily as I sat down on the edge of the bed and read my name on the paper. It was in Edward's fluid and beautiful script. I unfolded it then, and braced myself; I was still utterly confused about everything.

My Dearest Bella,

I apologize with every fiber in my being for what I have done to you, my beautiful, beautiful Bella. I made a mistake with not explaining to you about what has been happening in your very home! And all I can do is try to explain it now.

The Volturi were inclined to make a visit to check on your changing process, and I, along with my entire family, knew that that would be an impossible time for you, because the Volturi were more than likely going to take you away from us. I cannot dare to write what would have happened if you were taken from me, except that you would not be with our family any longer. I am sure you have deduced that your visit to Port Angeles was planned, but the outcome with those strangers was unforeseen, and I must say that is my entire fault. If I did not ask Alice to come with the rest of the family to the meeting, you would have been safe and at no risk whatsoever.

For the past few months, you have been safe. Alice has been keeping an eye on Volterra, along with you, and we had no news of any changes in Aro's thoughts until two weeks ago. I was sure that the Volturi were not going to visit, Alice said the vision was not set in stone, but when Jacob came this morning, I knew I had done everything wrong, I had not taken all of the right precautions.

So that leads to your current situation. You may wake up feeling sick, as if you have a headache. Please do not try to self medicate yourself, lie down and rest, someone will be in shortly to see you. I am extremely sorry Bella, but I had to knock you unconscious because to be honest, I would not have been able to bear saying goodbye to you if you were awake. Jacob and I have hidden you away, and please, do not ask anyone where you are. Stay in your room, room service will be delivered to your room regularly and there is a doctor who lives in the hotel who will also be at your service. It is imperative that you follow these instructions for your safety. This is the safest place in the farthest city from Forks that I felt comfortable taking you.

With you hidden away, we can make the necessary changes to our home to hide your scent and to prove that you have died, without alerting the Volturi that you are still near. For the time, there can not be any contact between you and I, and anyone else until they have left, just as a precaution and for your safety. Their visit should be short, and you should be back with us soon, Love.

I will understand, after you have been rescued Bella, that you may never want to speak to me again for deceiving you. I have been absurd with the concept of truth, when I reacted so wildly against you when you bought the pregnancy test, and that in itself has made me a hypocrite. You have put your trust in me, time and time again, and this is the final time I ask for it.

You will not be alone for long, my Bella.

Keep my heart safe, because I left it with you.

Edward

I started to cry, and I crushed the paper to my chest, wishing that Edward was telling me this face to face. But I understood that this was for my safety, and as the letter said, I would not be here long. I reread the letter, knowing that Edward wrote this made me feel a little better.

And he was right. I was still feeling a little sick. I gently eased myself back into bed and read the letter a second time. As I read the last paragraph, anger began to bubble inside me. I hate it when he blames everything on himself, and he has the ounce of courage to suggest that I might not love him anymore? Oh, I wish I could knock some sense into him! I closed my eyes as my headache made its presence known again. I touched my skull tenderly, wishing it would go away.

There was a knock at the door, and it startled me. I opened my eyes slowly and carefully stood from the bed. I walked across the room warily and opened the door, my heart thudding painfully against my ribs. I exhaled in relief when a young man about my age smiled at me and presented to me a tray. "Lunch, ma'am."

"Th-thanks," I mumbled, taking it from him. He grinned at me and I blushed. I had a feeling this would be another admirer to add to the list.

"There's a doctor downstairs. She's here all the time, so if that babe feels like it needs some air, come on down."

I laughed a little nervously. "Thanks." He tilted his head at me and watched me as he walked backwards. I closed the door and leaned my head against it. If the doctor is anything like him, I think the babe would be better off staying inside.

The bed seemed like an even farther distance from the door than it did on my way to answer it. I walked slowly, one hand on my back, until I reached the bed, and then I sat down carefully. I took a better look at the tray and sighed. Grilled food was a lot more appetizing than what appeared to be a tuna salad sandwich and potato chips. With a frown, I began to pick at the sandwich. It wasn't the best thing I've ever had, but I'm sure if Esme had made this, it would taste like heaven. The chips were a little stale, and the bottle of pop they gave me was a little flat. Instead of forcing myself to drink it, I finished my sandwich and chips and then went to the bathroom. I emptied out the bottle and rinsed it a few times before filling it up with the tap water and I traveled back to the bed, nursing the cola flavored water.

Before I got into bed, I grabbed the waste paper basket, sure that I was going to get sick eventually. At least my headache left, I thought warily as I sat down on the bed again. I laid down, covering my eyes with my arms, and waited for something to happen.

I didn't get sick.

But the constant breathtaking ache in my chest soon took over whatever pain I was feeling. At times I felt dizzy with my quick breaths that tried to take it away, and at other times, I felt like I was drowning in pain. What I hate more than anything is the fact that a piece of me is missing, and Edward doesn't even know it. I may have his heart, but Edward has my other half.

I closed my eyes, wishing sleep would fall upon me, but at the same time, terrified at what nightmares would plague me. The uncertainty of my dreams caused me to just lie in bed for what seemed like hours. I didn't want my mind to go in the direction of the Cullen's, knowing I would overreact and go absolutely crazy in worry for my family. I knew I was safe, Edward, Carlisle, and Esme reassured me, but are they safe? My pulse quickened as I thought of what dangers they could be in for hiding me away. Can they wipe the house clean of my presence before anyone turns up at the house? And who is actually traveling to Forks? Jane always does the traveling. Just that thought plagued me with even more worry, because she seemed to know how to cause Edward the most pain.

"Stop thinking about it!" I scolded myself, sitting up in bed. I got up immediately, knowing that my sleep would be terrifying enough. I looked around the room for something that would keep me remotely busy, and I saw a television in the corner of the room, beside the window. I walked to it, wincing with each step, and took the remote. I turned it on and jumped when cartoon characters appeared on the screen, loudly.

I turned the volume down to a dull roar, I needed background noise. I then turned and remembered the closet full of clothes. I decided to go through it, knowing curiosity killed the cat. I couldn't help but think of scenarios like this from horror movies, the clothes always belonged to some victim who was killed in the room. I shivered and tried to laugh it off; I did not want to frighten myself now.

The closet door was still open, so I reached in and grabbed the first thing my fingers touched. I gasped, holding the sweater in front of me for a second. "These are all mine," I whispered, pressing the article of clothing against my nose and taking a breath. It smelled like my home and I felt tears welling up in my eyes.

After a few seconds, I decided that a shower was in order, to help me relax. I wondered if it was Alice's idea to pack my bag, because half of my wardrobe was in this closet. I searched and searched for something to wear, and I sighed when I found an ivory sweater, one that I recognized as Edward's. I didn't care if it was packed away on purpose or accident, I was going to wear it.

Not caring about pants, I grabbed underwear that was hanging on a hanger, and I walked to the bathroom.

I showered slowly, relaxing beneath the hot spray. I was rather disappointed that the hot water didn't last nearly as long as it did at home, but I did wash my hair with the shampoo that was provided for me.

I didn't bother to look for a comb or a brush, I just put on Edward's sweater, not surprised that it went halfway down my thigh and then stopped because of my huge belly. I wrapped myself in it, and then I just about opened the bathroom door when I saw a robe. I took it and walked out of the bathroom, tossing it onto the bed. I grabbed a pillow and the remote and curled up on the floor, drowning myself in childish cartoons, the television blaring, until my eyes could barely stay open.

"Miss? Can you hear me? Miss?"

"Is she all right? She was screaming like bloody murder!"

"I think she was just having a nightmare. Miss? Can you hear me?"

I opened my eyes slowly, and screamed in surprise as an unfamiliar figure swam into my vision. I shrank back when I saw a hand come towards me, but all they did was push my hair back from my face. I was sweating and my hair was plastered to my forehead. "Honey, don't be frightened. You're safe now." Finally my vision was beginning to clear and I saw a woman with long blonde hair hovering over me.

"Sorry," I whispered weakly, sitting up. I was lying on my back, and I saw that I was still on the floor. I put one hand on my stomach and the other one cradled my head as I tried to shake away the nightmare that was slowly ebbing away.

"You gave us all a fright. Richard here thought you went into labor," I looked over the blonde woman's shoulder and I saw the boy who gave me my lunch looking a little sheepish. I brought my attention back to the woman when she shifted on her knees. A familiar smell drifted to my nose, and I couldn't quite place it. "I was told by your husband that you are on bed rest? What are you doing on the floor, if you don't mind me asking? You didn't fall did you?"

"No," I whispered, shaking my head. "I was just watching the television."

The woman stood, and I took this time to get a good look at her. Her blonde hair was tied back, but it still went to almost her waist. She was slightly built, and I had the distinct feeling that she was an athlete, at least when she was younger. She held her hand out to me, and I took it, gasping because of her icy grip. When I got to my feet and was steady, I think my jaw was still dropped.

Is she a vampire? I looked into her eyes, a little uneasy, afraid I would see burning black or red eyes staring back at me, but instead, I saw light blue eyes—a color I was sure did not represent a vampire. I relaxed slightly, but on the inside, I felt a little disappointed.

"By the way, I am Doctor Franklin. Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself." She shook my hand that was still in her grasp, and I had to shake my head in order to think properly. I was probably embarrassing myself, looking at her the way I was.

"Bella Cullen."

It wasn't long before Doctor Franklin had me lying back down in bed, tucked in. I was already tired before I even got off the floor, so it didn't take much persuasion for me to go to sleep. Before she left the room, Doctor Franklin said, "Richard will bring you dinner in a little bit."

"Okay." My most recent nightmare was gone from my memory as sleep overtook me for the second time.

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BB/N: I am so sorry I haven't been able to update! I've been working (Grr...) and for the past seven days, I haven't had internet because of phone complications. (I have dial-up.) Thanks for the influx of reviews, and I'm hoping this story gets better in your point of view. It does for me! (For the most part! Being an Author is grueling work, and I tend to hate everything I write.)

Love,
Bob Bennit

P.S. I wrote this author's note yesterday, because I was going to update, but I had to get offline! Sorry about not updating for so long! I've had so much going on, and at this second, at 9:14 PM, I can barely keep my eyes open, but I'm updating for you, my reviewers!

Love Again,
Bob Bennit

P.P.S. I'm a girl, just for those who are wondering.