A/N: Hey guys! So I'm back-with Chapter Two!
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Previously In 15 Years Later(A/N: This sounds like a T.V recap now! LOL!):
How was I supposed to know, then, that what would happen that night, or three days later, and then two weeks later, would change everything?!
15 Years Later
Chapter Two-Pregnant
Bella's POV (2 weeks, 4 days since Edwar and the Cullens left)
I rushed again to the bathroom, and threw up for what must have been the fourth time this day. And it's not even 6 AM. I've been awake since 4 in the morning. Throwing up. Well, I was actually woken up, as usual, by another nightmare. That was when the nause had hit, and I had run to the bathroom for the first time today.
I've been having nausea and vomiting for more than a week now. I'm hungry all the time, but can't seem to keep the food down.
When I'm sure that nothing's coming up again, I flush the toilet, and sit next to it, leaning my head aganist the wall. I feel hot all over, and sweaty. After a moment I brush my teeth, and take a shower.
When I'm done, I pull my cloths on.
Or try to.
The jeans won't fit. That's weird. They fit fine, the last time I wore them. Which, I think, was a few days ago. I glance down to see what the problem is.
And gasp.
It was the first time I saw it. A little bump. Which definitely wasn't there yesterday. And it's impossible to put on enough weight to make a little bump overnight.
Though, maybe it hadn't been overnight? I've probably been putting it on for awhile maybe, and just didn't notice it 'til now. That's possible. I hardly know what's been going on around me. I haven't been paying attention to anything, so how would I notice this? Putting on weight.
Only problem is I've hardly been eating. Or doing pretty much anything at all. So the putting on weight theory is out, I guess. But what else could it be? You don't just get a bump like this for no reason ...
I mean the only thing I've ever seen something like this was when Renee showed me pictures of her being pregnant with me.
Wait. No.
No, it coundn't be... what I think it is. I mean, the only person I ever did it with was a vampire! My mind instanly flashed, and I started counting down to when I'd had my last period. I froze when I remembered; I was late. I should've had my period days ago. And I've never EVER been late!
But still ... there might be some other explaination ...because there's no way I could be pregnant. Vampires can't have children! If there was any way possible, then Rosalie would've found it.
Then it clicked. Rosalie can't have kids, because she-and her body-is frozen. Unchangable. But mine isn't. Mine can. it just did.
I touched my stomach, the little bump. It felt hard, and a little cold. That was when i felt it. A little nudge, right where my hand was. From the inside.
And that was when I was sure; I was pregnant. Withhis child. And mine. I felt tears sting my eyes. I still had a part of him. Even if he didn't love me, I did love him. And even thoughhe left, at least I had this baby. His baby. No. OUR baby.
And I knew that I would have him or her. For the first time since he left, I didn't feel as dead anymore.
I had to keep my self alive. For the baby. Our baby. Even if he wouldn't want her, or him. I already loved this child.
But wait. This baby's father is a vampire. Surely it would inherit something from him? My cold, hard stomach is proof of that. I know that isn't normal. So the baby must not be either. I sighed when I realized what I had to do.
I have to leave here. Leave Forks. And Charlie. For the second time. And this time it has to be for good. No returning. For his own good. I can't drag Charlie into this world. I don't even know how the baby will be. What he or she will be. Or even if Charlie'll want him/her or let me have him/her. I have to leave. Now.
I glance at the clock. 7:30 AM. Charlie must have left by now. Thank god. And he won't be back until later than usual. That gives me time to pack.
I quickly start, grabbing a big, black bag from under my bed. And start throwing cloths, toiletries, hair brush, tooth brush, everything, anything, I can get my hands on. I also grab my old photo albums, of me, Renee and Charlie. I toss my IDs, and passport in as well. And finally I take all the cash I have. I also pack some food, just in case.
By the time I'm done it's almost Noon. Charlie will be back by late evening. I have to get out now, if I want a decent head start. I grab everything and head downstairs, talking a last look at the house. When I reach the kitchen, I see a pen and a pad.
At first I thought I'd just disappear. But now...I don't think I can do that to Charlie. He'll be worried enough. Just thinking about it brings tears to my eyes. I don't want to hurt Charlie.
So I decide to write a note to him, saying how much I love him, but that I just cant do this. How I couldn't take it anymore. That I couldn't stay here. Not anymore, and asking him not to look for me. That this wasn't his fault. And that I loved him, and Renee too.
After singing it, I take the note and place it somewhere he will find it, but not too soon.
Then, holding back tears, I quickly get in my truck, throwing the bag next to me, in the pasdenger seat, turn it on, and drive away.
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