AN- Here's chapter 5 I promised you I'd get around to the whole reason for him leaving. Oh and the issue of Edward being too stupid to realise Renesmee is his daughter, don't worry I know. It's all part of the master plan lol. Anyway enjoy!

BPOV

There are 52 weeks in every year, 7 days in a week and 24 hours to a day. It had been 18 years today since the last time I saw Edward Cullen. I was unknowingly 2 months pregnant at the time. I know exactly why he left. I remember it as if it was yesterday.

I woke up early that morning, unable to sleep properly the night before. I rubbed my eyes and threw back the covers. I was still tired but I knew I'd never be able to drop off again, especially with the tiny sliver of light coming from the edge of my curtains, hitting me right between the eyes. I swung my legs out the side of the bed and gasped as my feet touched the cold floor, Charlie hated leaving the heating on during the night. He had trouble sleeping in the warmth.

I smiled as I looked at the silver framed picture on my bedside table. My boyfriend truly was the most gorgeous man in the entire world and for some reason he deemed me worthy, I wasn't going to complain. He was spending today buying all his bedding and stuff for college. Edward and I were both going to Dartmouth in the fall, we weren't sharing a dorm though. He wasn't a big believer in co-habitation, some crap about doing things the proper way. He was staying tonight though, Charlie was away on a fishing weekend and didn't want me to be alone. Charlie had initially disliked Edward, until of course he was introduced to Carlisle and Esme, Edwards parents. They were the nicest, most genuine, loving people in the entire world and of course they absolutely adored their son, something we had in common. Esme was an amazing cook, she could make a meal out of absolutely anything and had actually given me a lot of cooking lessons. I was constantly trying to find ways of getting Charlie off the steak and Esme was up to the challenge. Carlisle was a wonderful doctor, hospitals across the country were crying out for him to be their chief of medicine but he never accepted. He wanted to be able to spend time with his family. Never wanted his work to consume his life.

I drew myself a bubble bath, having pretty much an entire day to myself was going to be pretty boring unless I found something to occupy the time with. I spent as long as possible in the tub, only getting out when my teeth began to chatter. I got ready quickly after that, needing to feel warm again. By the time I finished my breakfast of bacon and eggs, lots of eggs it was nearly 11am. Time flew pretty quickly when I was stuffing my face just recently. I spent the rest of the day doing laundry and watching rubbish TV. I nearly jumped out of my skin when there was a tap at the door at exactly 3pm. We'd had a few silly arguments that week, but nothing serious. Simple bickering that was to be expected when you spent pretty much all your time with the same person. I was very happy to see him nonetheless, we'd both been pretty stressed about the idea of going to college and tonight we were just going to relax. I opened the door, pulling it a little too hard and jumped up to hug my amazing boyfriend. He kissed my forehead lovingly before carrying me to the sofa. He attacked my face with little soft kisses, his stubble tickling my cheek. He paused and looked at me, his face pained for a few seconds, before he regained his composure.

"Mmm Bella, you know you look incredibly sexy in my baseball shirt." I felt the vibrations of his words on my skin as his mouth moved to my neck, my weak spot. Edward knew I was always rendered absolutely powerless whenever his lips were anywhere near my neck. I let out a moan as I felt his teeth graze my collarbone. His skin was cold today and he left a trail of goosebumps as his fingers traced my jawline. Forks tended to make people cold, though Edward was never normally affected, he seemed completely unaffected by weather. I felt his free hand begin to tug on the bottom of my shirt.

"Edward, how many times do I have to make it clear Charlies couch is off limits?" My breathing was slightly heavier as I slapped his hands away. The boy did things to my body I'd never be able to explain. He flashed a mischievous smile and I suddenly seemed to be floating in the air. Edward had thrown me over his shoulder and was heading for the stairs. I giggled as he slapped my ass and shouted 'Yee Haa."

Everything happened pretty quickly after that. I felt Edward pause slightly and felt him lean to the left underneath me. I thought he was mucking around. My head hit the corner of the counter top before I noticed we were falling. I could barely breathe as I realised what was happening. Edward was having a hypo. I could feel the blood trickling down my scalp as I fumbled through his pockets for his car keys. I felt the dizziness hit me as I stood to run to his car. I felt the bile rising in my throat as I found the little black pouch in his glove compartment. I needed to concentrate, remembering what the nurse had said.

"Bella you're going to need to be calm when preparing the glucagon, it's rather tricky and panicking only makes it harder.

I took a deep breath, willing myself to deal with things better as I began to mix the powder with the sterile fluid. Edward needed my help right now. I should have noticed the signs when he came in. His skin was freezing despite the face he was wearing a thick sweater and it really wasn't all too cold today. I should have thought more of the sweaty sheen across his forehead. Edward was diabetic, insulin dependant. I held my breath as I pushed the needle into his skin. I'd never had to give him a shot before but I'd insisted on going to his hospital appointments in preparation for an incident like today. I watched as Edward came around and thrust a pack of Oreos at him.

"Why didn't you eat Edward!? Are you stupid. You scared the fucking shit out of me!" I barely ever swore but I was beginning to feel a second wave of panic and my head was pounding. His pale face was riddled with guilt as he rapidly stuffed the cookies into his mouth. My hand found its way to the sore spot on the back of my head, it was wet and sticky. I brought my hand back around to inspect the damage. When I saw the amount of blood on my hand, dripping from my fingers I began to wretch.

Edward drove me to hospital, I needed seven stitches in the gash in my head and I was definitely taking a sheet of sandpaper to the corners of our kitchen counter tops. Riding in the car home was awkward. I was still pretty pissed at Edward, I'd been seriously worried about him. It was scary, It was more difficult than I'd expected to concentrate on the task and not let the fact my boyfriend was lying unconscious on my kitchen floor worry me. I felt the tears falling silently down my cheek. Edward glanced at me quickly as we entered my house.

"Bella, I think it's best I go home tonight." His voice was flat and emotionless, there was something more behind his words, he wasn't saying this simply because I was angry.

"No you said you'd stay. I want you to stay." Try as I might I couldn't help my voice from cracking.

"Bella I'm not going to Dartmouth." I felt a fresh wave of nausea hit me as I realised what he was saying.

"Edward? What? I don't.. Why?" It was hard to get my words out as the panic started choking me.

"I got a better offer. I'm leaving tomorrow. I called my Dad and asked him to make the arrangements while you were seeing the doctor." He almost sounded bored. I took a deep breath and choked out the words I never wanted to have to say.

"Are you .. breaking up with me?" I tried to look into the face of the boy I loved but he wasn't there. This face was cold and unfeeling.

"Yes, it's better this way." A thousand pins were stabbed into my heart simultaneously and I couldn't silence my sobs. I shook my head at him, not understanding. He sighed before brushing an imaginary piece of fluff from his sweater.

"Trust me Bella."

"I don't understand."

"It's over Bella. Finished, done. How many more words do you need to hear to make it sink in."

"This is because I hit my head isn't it." When he didn't answer I felt the anger bubble inside of me. "Fucking look at me Edward!" His face turned slowly to face mine, his eyes weren't right. He was hiding something.

"Yes Bella, you could have easily died tonight and I won't be responsible for that. You made me see the light."

"You can't help your condition." It came out sounding pleading rather than like a statement. I was one of those girls that begged her boyfriend not to break up with her. I used to laugh at girls like that.

"Exactly." I stared at him confused. "Don't you see Bella, it's unpredictable, I can't be positive it won't slip again. Especially with college, I'll be busy. Might not always have time to remember to eat. I'm not going to be responsible for your pain again." I couldn't believe my ears. He was making a huge deal out of nothing. I almost wanted to laugh, I didn't nearly die. I hit my head and there was a lot of blood, big deal. I'm an easy bleeder. I couldn't deal with his ridiculous obsession with me not hurting myself. I wanted to sleep now. He could wait until tomorrow. I was getting queasy again and throwing up on Charles new rug was not an option.

"Get out." I gritted my teeth and pointed to the door. He looked slightly remorseful as he bid me goodbye and made his way back to his car. I curled up on the sofa and closed my eyes.

That was the last time I saw Edward. He really did leave the next day and I never saw or heard from him again, Carlisle and Esme moved a few weeks after, around the same time I realised I was pregnant. I tried calling a million and one times but I never got an answer. I left voice mails and sent letters but it was no use. I lost the most important man in my life minus Charlie and he was never coming back. He would never know his daughter and she would never know him. I was pretty adamant about that.

AN – There you go, hope that cleared everything up. I'm sorry if my diabetes knowledge is a little off but please forgive me? Anyway let me know what you thought.