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Chapter 2, Bella, Beastward, and Baby

BPOV

As I sat in the bathroom staring at the obnoxiously pink plastic stick in my hand, I was furious. There were so many reasons why. Perhaps the first and most disturbing was that I was utterly aware that I should have been ecstatic. I should have been jumping up and down and running to Edward's office to blab the good news. I should have been flush with the possibilities of the life growing inside of me...instead I was furious.

When I dared to think of my future, it was never painted in these colors. In fact, my life seemed colorless before the whirlwind of tattoos, angry pink scars, and blue hair. But even since the advent of color in my life, baby-powder-white had never factored in. I was too scared to be a mother.

What if my body chemistry was just waiting for a child before it turned on me? What if I became a closeted depressive like my mother? What if I squirreled away my madness for those quiet moments all alone? What if it was my own birth that caused my mother's death? It all sounded insane, even to me. Regardless, I wasn't willing to risk leaving my own child the way my mother had left me.

That was it. Final decision.

"Bella?"

My pulse quickened.

"Bella, you okay? You've been in there for close to a half hour."

Could I tell him?

"Bella, answer me, please."

His pleading was tempting, but I simply didn't know what to say.

"Fuck, beautiful. Just let me know you're okay and I'll leave you alone."

Would Edward want this? Would he bristle and hide, or would he be happy? What if he wanted this? What would I do? Would I acquiesce?

"Bella! Come on, baby. Don't make me break down this door."

I thought about the love he gave me, the bravery he showed in spite of everything. I thought about all the things his accident had denied him. Finally, I thought that if he wanted it, I would do it. For him. As long as he understood that I was terrified. Also, I could make no promises that I would be a good mother.

I felt a tear roll down my cheek.

"One..."

No promises.

"Two..."

Did I really think I had it in me to terminate my pregnancy?

"BELLA!"

Another tear fell.

"THREE!"

I stood up, walked to the door and unlocked it in a trance. I could hear Edward let out a large shaky breath. As the door opened slowly, carefully, he inched his body into the bathroom, seemingly afraid of what he might find. There I was, standing behind the door, tears coming down my face, a little pink stick in my hands. I don't think that was what he was expecting.

"Bella? Baby, can you talk to me?"

No, I can't, I thought. Instead, I stuck my arm out, barely pinching the pink stick between my fingers as some sort of odd offering.

Edward closed the bathroom door, took the stick from me and looked down. There were two little blue lines in a small white window. Somewhere in the back of his mind a commercial that he'd never had a reason to pay attention to must have registered. I could tell the exact moment when he understood what he was holding.

"Is two lines pregnant or not pregnant?"

I lifted my head to look at him. I don't think he knew why I was crying.

"Pregnant."

After his accident, Edward never expected to speak to another woman ever again. He was hideous, or so he thought. He was also angry and mean. He was deprived of his future and became and secretive. He never thought someone could learn to love the beast.

All his words, not mine.

He certainly never thought he would find the love of his life. What the hell was he thinking now? Was he happy that everything he thought would be denied him was becoming a reality? I had no way of knowing and he wasn't giving me any clues, either.

"Pregnant," he said, letting the word roll over his tongue.

He just stood there, staring at that damn stick. The silence seemed to go on forever. I had no fucking clue what he was thinking. It was maddening. I had to break the silence, somehow.

"We can discuss alternatives, Edward." I said evenly, not sure if he was happy about my little reveal or not.

"Alternatives?" he asked, confused.

"Yes. There are options," I assured him.

Maybe he didn't want the child, either? Was it wrong to hope that?

"Idiot," he spat.

WHO? Who was an idiot? The suspense of not knowing how he felt was eating away at me.

"Bella, no. I'm...I don't even know what to say or do."

Another tear fell, this time out of frustration.

"Bella, I want this with you so badly. I just never thought it was even a possibility! I..." Something dawned on him.

"Oh my God! I'm going to be a daddy!"

His crooked half-smile was blinding. He dropped the stick to the floor, pulled me into his arms, lifted me up, and twirled me.

Happy it was, then. I wasn't sure how I felt about that. Shit, I wasn't sure what I was feeling about anything, except suddenly I was incredibly nauseous.

"Stop! Stop!"

He quickly placed me carefully back on the ground. The second the world stopped spinning, I took a deep breath trying to calm my nerves and my stomach.

"You okay? Shit, did I make you dizzy? What do you need? Just tell me."

So, I thought as I swallowed down the urge to vomit, he's happy. What does that make me?

"I think the next step is going to the doctor, right?" I asked, bewildered.

"Of course! I'll have Katie make the appointment today."

"That's great, thanks," I said as happily as I could... Edward wasn't buying it.

"Hey."

Edward tilted my chin toward his face, but I couldn't look at him just yet.

"Bella, look at me, please."

Reluctantly, I looked into his happy, yet concerned face.

"You okay, beautiful?"

"Sure," I said, giving the worst performance ever.

"Bella, this is a good, right? You want this, don't you?"

I didn't really know, but he did, that much was perfectly clear. For him. For him I'd try to be happy and swallow my fears.

"As long you as you know how scared I am."

"Bella..." he said, sympathetically.

"And as long as you know that I might be a terrible mother." I added, losing it completely.

"No, Bella, no. You're going to be incredible. Come here," he said as he gathered me in his big arms once again. "I think I know why you're so worried, beautiful. But you're not her. You are not Renee."

As he rocked me back and forth, I couldn't help but hope he was right.

"Tell me the truth, okay?" he asked.

I nodded into his chest.

"Do you want this? Because I won't push you. If you don't or if you're not ready yet..." But he couldn't even finish the sentence.

I didn't need to see him to know the expression on his face just then. It was anguish and I couldn't let him feel that way. I would always regret the way we hurt each other in the past. I wouldn't let this be another mistake. I could make this right. I could do this. And doing it for him seemed as good of a reason as any.

"Just make sure you hold my hand through it all, okay?" I made him promise.

I could feel the relief in his body.

"Like you had to ask, beautiful."

The following day, we arrived at Doctor Phillips' office...after hours. A simple blood test was all it took to confirm what I already knew.

"Do you have an OB/GYN?" Doctor Phillips asked me.

"Not really."

"Then I'm recommending you to my wife. She's actually in the same building, fifth floor. I know she's not there right now, but I'll let her know to expect your call."

"Thank you Doctor Phillips," Edward said, shaking his hand. I followed suit and we left hand-in-hand.

Once in the car, I leaned against Edward trying to absorb some of his calm and hope. A few blocks from home, the nausea came again. My stomach rolled.

"Bella, there's something I want to discuss with you now."

He sounded serious, but I was too busy focusing on trying not to vomit to really pay close attention.

"I know that you've said no in the past, but now that there are children involved..."

The car finally stopped and the door was opened for me. I carefully scooted out and walked to the door where the elevator was waiting for us.

"As I was saying..."

The sudden jerk of the elevator made things twenty times worse, it was a race against time. I need the bathroom and quickly.

"...I'm thinking about our child and the kind of life and family I want to give him or her, and I just think..."

Thankfully, the elevator stopped. As I rushed to the door, I pulled out my keys. Edward was obviously too wrapped up in whatever it was he was trying to say to notice my desperation to get inside.

"...Bella, beautiful..."

I finally got the door open, threw my bag to the ground and ran to the closest bathroom. As I ran from Edward, I thought I heard him say something about marriage. But that couldn't be right because I had already told him how I felt about that. On my knees, seven-something at night, head in the toilet, vomiting up everything I had eaten that day, the only thought going through my mind was, why the hell do they call it morning sickness?

EPOV

"Bella, beautiful, I think we should talk about marriage again..." But it was too late. Bella was running toward the bathroom, her hand covering her mouth.

"I thought it was called morning sickness?" I said to no one as I listened to her footsteps running away from me.

A/N

Told you I'd update soon!

Next chapter, Jake, the girls, and our favorite heroine... Lydia.

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