I promised myself I wouldn't do Edward's Point of View, but what ever.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight... blah, blah, blah. Really. I think by now we all know this fact.

EPOV

I ran away. My Bella would eventually be happy again. Jacob could make her happy, I just needed to stay away long enough. I ran through the forest, not even paying attention to where I was going. I arrived in my meadow, our meadow. I lay down and thought about what had happened recently. How could I have believed it was my child in the first place? I know that's impossible. I was blinded by my want for a baby. I am such a selfish monster. Jacob would have stayed with her even if her father didn't want him. Of course, Charlie would want him, though. He's right, I'm not good enough for Bella, she deserves so much more than I could ever give her. I did the right thing; I just need to not go back. I don't know how long I laid there before I began to hear the voices of my brothers. Emmett was angry.

Stupid! Do you forget what happened last time you left her?! She was in pieces. She needs you, Edward, and you left her. Twice! Once, we could understand, but twice just has no excuse. Edward, you're an idiot, there's no way around it or a nicer way to say it! You are engaged, for crying out loud! Get back there and talk to her.

Then there was Jasper, calm but upset.

Edward, come back. She needs you. She wants to talk. She broke down crying and got so upset she passed out. I tried to help but she wouldn't let me. Here, look. A scene, almost like a video played in his and my head of the whole scenario. My Bella, passing out, being carried up stairs by Alice and put in bed. My Bella, waking up, reaching over to the place I should have been, and realizing I wasn't there, the shock and desperation on her face. My Bella, crying herself back to sleep. I couldn't stand it. Alice is with her now. Come with us, Edward. The stress is going to kill the baby.

"But the baby's not mine," I whispered aloud. That was a mistake. Both my brothers heard me and came running.

"Edward, you stupid idiot!" yelled Emmett. "Get back in the house and up to your room!"

"No," I said, "It's my fault she had to go through Charlie alone. I should have been there. I promised her I would be. I can't go back," I tried to explain.

"Darn you, Edward! She Wants and needs you! She just got kicked out of the house by her father, and now you've deserted her. I think she's taken how you left harder than her father kicking her out. Come home."

"Edward" Jasper finally spoke up, "Go back. I wasn't exaggerating when I said the stress was going to kill the baby. It is yours,"

"It can't be," I replied, "That's impossible,"

"So you think Bella cheated on you,"

"No…"

"Then get back there and talk to her!" Emmett interrupted our little heart-to-heart.

"Fine," I said. "I'll go back. But I don't know if I'll stay,"

"We do, you will," said Esme, stepping out of the bushes. I hadn't noticed her I was so busy with Emmett and Jasper. I got up and ran back to the house as fast as I could. I jumped in the window and laid down next to my angel. She was asleep, but with a look of torment on her face. I woke her with a tap on the shoulder and said "I'm back, love." Her eyes shot open.

"Edward!" She started to babble, "It's not your fault! I don't blame you! I pushed you into It. I did! I love you more than anything! I don't blame you for leaving; it probably made Charlie less angry than if you had stayed! I-" she broke off as she yawned, then muttered something under her breath about "deceiving human traits." I chuckled, and she looked at me in alarm. "You're not leaving me again, are you?" she asked in fear of the answer.

"No, sweet never," I replied. She sighed and snuggled up to me.

"Love you,"

"Love you, too," and I sang her lullaby. She sighed and dropped of to sleep. Soon, she started talking.

"Love Edward… keeping it…not a cretin crawling back... Stop, Charlie," So that was what he said about me. He was right. I did come crawling back, but I'm not a cretin. I'm a monster. Bella stopped talking for a bit, then apparently entered another dream.

"Edward…doesn't believe me…I didn't cheat, love him…hope he knows when he sees baby…" Then I knew it was mine. She doesn't lie in her sleep. There was no more talking, and she fell into a deeper sleep in which talking was not required.