Twilight is not mine, I'm just playing.

A/N- Hi everyone, this is an idea that popped into my head. I want to start writing small drabbles every day. They may not be long or complex but hopefully they will help me become a better writer. Where do you fit in? Why I'm glad you asked. I would like you all to provide me with a word. Just one word. I will randomly select a reviewer and use their word in the next day's drabble. So don't leave me hanging.

This is unbeta'd work.

This drabble is a continuation from the previous one, so just click back to refresh your memory.

This time the word comes from Glee68

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I had not called the man from the advertisement. The truth was, I was scared shitless that he'd be the wrong guy…or maybe I was scared he would be the right one. Either way, I couldn't bring myself to throw away the paper, so I saved it. In a little envelope, in my purse. Yeah, I was embarrassed at myself.

"What's this?" Alice called out from my kitchen.

"What's what?" I answered back.

She came back holding the envelope in her hand. "Oh shit," I said.

Alice knew everything about me, she had been there the night I had left with that guy and she was the first one I called when I had gotten pregnant. She had always stood by me no matter what but at that moment, she was looking at me with a fierce anger in her eyes.

"Yes, shit indeed."

"I don't need him Alice," I said firmly, "I don't need to raise my baby with a one night stand."

"Bella, I never thought I would ever say these words to you but…you're being a selfish bitch. This isn't just about you. Don't you think that guy should know he has a baby on the way? How would you feel if that choice was taken from you?"

I hadn't thought about it that way. Alice raised her bitch brow and handed me the envelope.

"Call him, Bella. It's the right thing to do."

It took me two days to build up the nerve to dial the number to the paper. They apparently had given a few people this guy's contact info, because the woman rattled off the information without pausing for a second.

He had provided only an email address to contact him with and as annoying as it would be to communicate that way, it also felt safer. At least this way he could turn me down and I wouldn't have to look in his stunning eyes while he did it.

Dear Mr. Bronze

I deleted that.

Hey, how's it going.

I deleted that too.

Guess what, I'm having your baby.

Yup, that too.

Hey,

My name is Bella and I think that you were trying to contact me a couple weeks ago in the paper. This is really embarrassing, I had a one night stand with a man with bronze hair. We met at Forks nightclub. If that is you, then this is me.

You might not still be looking for me, but I would like to talk to you. It's rather important.

Bella

I hit send quickly, knowing if I hovered for a second that I wouldn't do it. I expected to wait a few days or even a week to hear back. Even though he had tried to contact me, I had put off getting in touch, so he might not be interested anymore. He may not even remember me, he might have been the type to have one night stands all the time.

Ding.

I looked down at my laptop and seen a new message. I clicked it open and was shocked to see it was him. He had replied.

Hi Bella,

I'm so glad you contacted me. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. I wasn't sure you wanted to see me again. I didn't know if I was just a one night stand to you, but I hope not. Can I see you again? For a date. I'd like to take you out if that's okay?"

Edward

Now I had a name to go with the face, and hair, and abs. But more importantly, my baby's father had a name.

I agreed to meet Edward for coffee but he insisted on picking me up. I was nervous and really wanted a drink to take the edge off but I knew that wasn't a good idea.

Unfortunately what happened was what always happened when I got nervous, verbal diarrhea. So the moment I opened the door and saw him standing there looking like some sort of Greek God/rock star I blurted.

"I'm pregnant."