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Chapter Six

Edward Cullen

When I was sixteen, I learned that the phrase, "we need to talk" was not a good one. When I was sixteen, it was Victoria Daniels, who I had been 'dating' since fourteen, and she wanted to tell me that she'd slept with one of my best friends, James. When I was seventeen, it was the principal at Morgan Park Academy telling me that if I didn't get my act together, I wouldn't graduate on time. When I was twenty-one, it was my dad explaining that my mother had been in a car accident and they didn't know if she would make it. At twenty-nine, I was well versed on the fact that any conversation starting with, "We need to talk," wouldn't end well.

I kept having all these thoughts: did Bella have some sort of STD? Was she sick? Was she secretly married?

Then I remembered the conversation with Emmett and how he told me I was going to need luck. Luck with what? Dealing with her secret husband who was going to kill me?

"Edward?" Bella interrupted my thoughts, her shoulders tense and her face pensive. She picked up her clothes off the floor and bit her lip, staring at me for a second before speaking again, "How about we both get dressed so we can talk?"

Sighing, I nodded and left the bathroom, shutting the door to give Bella some privacy. I listened for a second and hear water running so I assumed she was taking a shower. I went over to my dresser and grabbed a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt, getting dressed and heading to the living room. As I waited, I turned on the television. I channel surfed, nothing really registering as I thought out worst case scenarios.

By the time Bella came out, I was convinced she was sick with some sort of serious illness that still allowed her to work and function. After all, on my first day at MPA, Kate had said Bella would be out for some sort of medical procedure. But she hadn't been. So maybe I was way off. Bella cleared her throat and I snapped out of my musings, looking over at her.

Her hair was wet, so I was right about her having taken a shower and she was dressed in just her jeans and one of my t-shirts, I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra underneath and could make out her nipples from across the room. I tried not to stare at them, instead looking up to meet her eyes. Her face was extremely pale and she stood awkwardly for a second then gestured to the shirt, "I hope you don't mind…"

"No, not at all," I interrupted her, wanting her to feel comfortable, "are you alright though? You're really pale."

"I'm just a little dizzy," she bit her lip and sat down next to me, staring at her lap. Clearly, she was nervous about whatever she had to tell me.

"Listen, Bella. You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to," I said as I reached over and gently rubbed her thigh. I felt a little sick at the thought of a serious conversation. She was silent for a few minutes, making me think that she was going to take me up on her offer not to talk.

"I do… and you're going to hate me…" she sniffled and I realized she was crying. There really were few things I hated more than crying women. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her onto my lap.

"How could I hate you? I'm sure we can work out whatever it is," I murmured into her hair as I rubbed her back. It was early in our relationship to be making promises like that, especially when I wasn't even sure if we had any sort of relationship but I figured she needed me to say something to comfort her.

"I'm pregnant, Edward," she whispered, staring at me through wet eyelashes and biting her bottom lip. I felt myself stop breathing. Pregnant? How the fuck could she be pregnant? Whose baby is it? Why is she having sex with me when she's pregnant with some other guy's baby? It was the married theory, wasn't it?

"Holy shit," I muttered, moving her carefully off my lap and standing up, starting to pace back and forth across the living room.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just, I'm not on birth control and you didn't use a condom that night and I didn't even think about Plan B…" she was sobbing now, I was having trouble making out her words through her hysterics. I stopped pacing and squinted at her. She was implying that it was mine?

"It's not mine," I shook my head. It couldn't fucking be mine. I wasn't ready to have a kid. I didn't even like kids. Now I really fucking felt like I was going to puke.

"I… what? Edward, you're the only one I've been with in… a long, long time. It's yours. I was going to tell you at lunch then I got so scared, things were going so well then all the sudden we were here and in bed and…" she trailed off and let out a loud sob. I resumed my pacing. Was she lying? She seemed so innocent. I doubted she would lie, not about something that could be proven fairly easily. They even sold DNA tests in drug stores now. I remembered Emmett's warning which was followed by him saying that she's a good girl. The fucker knew and didn't tell me.

All the sudden, everything made sense. How pale her skin had been lately. How tired she'd seemed every time I'd seen her for the past few weeks. Taking a nap in the teachers' lounge at school. The throwing up. How huge her tits suddenly were and how she came just from me playing with them… fuck.

"Fuck. How long have you known?" I spat out. Clearly, she must have known for a while. If Emmett knew, did everyone else know? Was I just fucking clueless? I could feel myself getting angrier and I couldn't control it, I was so fucking thrown off guard.

"I found out last night," she said quietly, fidgeting with the hem of the shirt she wore. "Can you… stop pacing? It's making me feel sick."

I stopped and crossed my arms over my chest, closing my eyes and taking deep breaths. I was fucked.

"We need to talk about our options, Bella. You're early enough along that you could still…"

"No!" Bella stood, suddenly looking livid, "There's no way I would do that, Edward Cullen. Don't even suggest it again."

I held my hands up in surrender but shook my head, "Bella, I don't fucking like kids. I never have wanted them. They're messy and loud and obnoxious," I looked at her to see her bottom lip start to quiver again. I hated myself for being the one doing this to her but what the fuck was I supposed to do? We had one amazing night. Followed by weeks of her ignoring me, then yesterday she finally gives in and today she's telling me she's knocked up?

I stayed where I was as she ran to the bathroom. I stayed as I heard her throw up then start to gather her things. I stayed as I watched her walk out the door of my apartment, without a word. Then I sat on the couch with my head in my hands, wondering what the fuck I was going to do.

~*~

Bella Swan

After getting home from Edward's apartment, I spent the rest of the weekend in bed. I had plans for Saturday evening, going to see Charlotte and Henry in their Halloween costumes but I didn't show up. I turned off my phone and locked my front door. I only got up to use the bathroom and eat. I kept plenty of water bottles by my bed and kept hydrated. I watched a bunch of awful Lifetime movies and cried a lot.

On Monday morning, I debated calling into work but I knew I wouldn't be able to do that forever. I could quit my job. I had a trust fund that I'd never touched and I could live off that. But I knew that would be letting Edward win and that was one thing I didn't want to do.

So, I got up. I did my hair and make up carefully, hiding any signs of crying and eye puffiness. I made sure to cover up the marks he'd so thoughtfully left on my neck and collar bones. I picked out a dark red dress that I'd always avoided wearing because I didn't quiet fill it out but thanks to the pregnancy, it fit perfectly now and paired it with a pair of black high heels. Edward had told me on Saturday, during lunch, that he had a thing for heels. I checked my reflection in my full length mirror and smiled. I didn't look miserable, I didn't look pregnant and I didn't look like I'd spent the past day and a half crying. I looked professional and well put together and kind of… well, hot.

On the drive to work, I turned off the radio. Music always set me off and the last thing I needed was to start crying. I finally made it there and got out of my car, groaning when I realized that Edward was arriving at the same time as me. He looked like crap. I immediately felt bad and my stomach lurched. His eyes met mine just a second before I bent over and vomited on the asphalt in front of me.

Edward jogged over and held my hair back as I emptied my stomach. I stayed bent over, my eyes squeezed shut and trying not to cry.

"Fuck, Bella…" he murmured, gently rubbing my back. I shook my head, not wanting to hear it right now.

"Please tell me no one else saw that," I whimpered softly, holding my stomach.

"I could tell you that but most of the staff and some students arrives at the same time, baby."

My head snapped up and I glared at him, "Don't call me baby, Edward," I shoved his hand away from my back, knowing we had an audience but not wanting his hands on me.

"I overreacted," he said quietly, looking remorseful, "I freaked out, Bella. I had no idea. I finally find a girl I really like, who's not only smart but really fucking hot and I knock her up the first night. I still… I need time to adjust but I want to spend time with you. Get to know you."

"Really? Or do you just feel guilty…?"

"I really want to get to know you. Please, meet me tonight. We can meet at your place, I'll bring dinner?"

"Okay… Thai?" I asked hopefully. I had been craving it all weekend but my favorite place didn't deliver and I'd refused to leave.

He smiled a little and nodded, "Thai," then he leaned in close and whispered in my ear, "nice dress by the way. You look amazing."

I shivered, feeling my nipples harden and smiled at him before heading to Hansen to set up for the day. I felt nauseous off and on but managed not to get sick. At one point, I'd run to my car to get a folder I'd forgotten between classes and when I got back there was a ginger ale and saltines on my desk. I was touched by the gesture and started crying. Students filed in and gave me weird looks as I wiped my eyes and smiled at them. I definitely needed to get my emotions in check.

~*~

About an hour after I got home from work, there was a knock on my door. I swung it open and there was Edward, holding bags from my favorite Thai place and looking amazing.

"Hi," I took the bags from him and took them to the kitchen. I turned around and he was right behind me, I yelped softly. "Oh. You surprised me."

Edward put his hands on my hips and pulled me to him, "Hi, baby," he leaned down and kissed me, his thumbs rubbing circles on my hips.

"Mmm, Edward… I thought we were going to talk," I whimpered softly as he kissed along my jaw and down my neck, "Oh that feels nice…"

He nipped at my neck, pushing the collar of my dress to the side to do the same to my collarbones. Finally, I pushed him away, "That's not going to help us get to know each other… and I'm starving," I frowned slightly at him, he looked disappointed but stepped away and began to take the food out of the bags, "Alright, it's probably a little cold. Took me a while to get here after I picked it up," he mumbled.

It was a little awkward at first as we chatted. It was like he had planned on having sex to avoid conversation and was disappointed that I wasn't letting him get his way. I heated up the food and as we ate. I told him how I'd always wanted to be an English teacher, how I spent most of my teenage years reading and avoiding social functions.

He told me how he'd started playing the piano when he was just two and he was some sort of prodigy. How his parents wanted him to play professionally but he didn't want to be in front of all those people, how he'd always enjoyed teaching piano so that's what he decided on.

Edward also told me stories about some of the teachers he had at MPA that were still there. He made me laugh and I felt myself starting to have feelings for him. At one point, he caught me rubbing my stomach and cleared his throat, "When's the due date?"

"According to the online calculator… June 20th. I'm only seven weeks along."

"No shit, June 20th? That's my birthday," he looked contemplative, and I wondered if that changed something for him. I wondered if I should tell him that babies usually aren't born on their due dates, that it was just an estimation… but he seemed pleased, I didn't want to be the one to ruin it.

We talked for a few more hours and before I knew it, it was eleven and I couldn't stop yawning. I'd changed into yoga pants and a t-shirt earlier and kept almost drifting to sleep, leaning up against Edward on the couch as we watched a movie.

"I should get going, Bella. You look exhausted, we have an early day tomorrow."

I nodded and stood up, yawning again. I walked him to the door, suddenly feeling shy. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah," he leaned down to kiss me, "Get some rest, okay?" He gently touched my stomach then kissed me again before leaving. I laid on the couch after he left, snuggling under the blanket we'd been using because it smelled like him and fell asleep.

I dreamt of him and our baby all night.

~*~

The next few weeks passed quickly. Edward and I spent more time together, getting to know each other but the pregnancy was rarely mentioned. We hadn't had sex since the day I had told him about the baby. I was always feeling sick and tired and I was worried that our relationship would strictly be about sex and we'd never get to know each other.

We talked, a lot. I learned a lot about him. That he would be turning thirty in June and the thought terrified him. That his middle name was Anthony and his favorite color was blue. That he was very close to his parents but like me, hadn't told them about the baby. That his favorite show was Cash Cab and that he could answer almost every question asked.

He played the piano for me a few times at school and it brought me to tears each time. He made fun of me but I couldn't help it, I cried at everything these days.

I went to the doctor, first at eight weeks then at twelve. I had told him both times that I was going but he didn't have much to say. He asked how the appointments went and all I told him was that they went fine. He didn't ask for much more detail than that and I didn't offer it up, not wanting to pressure him.

In mid-December, I hit 13 weeks, I finally started feeling better. I was officially out of my first trimester and I had my energy back. I didn't feel so sick anymore. I wasn't as emotional.

Edward had visited his parents that weekend so we hadn't seen each other since leaving school on Friday and by Monday morning, I was anxious to get to school. We'd taken to meeting in the lesser used teachers' lounge on the second floor in Hansen in the morning. It was almost always empty and gave us privacy. I got there early, figuring I could grade papers while I waited for him but when I made it up to the room, Edward had already arrived and was pacing.

"Hey," I said softly, smiling at him. I felt butterflies in my stomach. I always got that feeling when I went too long without seeing him and it seemed like even one day was too long lately. He immediately stopped pacing and strode over to me, pulling me into his arms and kissing me hard on the lips.

I tensed for a second, surprised. He usually made me initiate any physical contact, claiming he was afraid of pressuring me. Once I got over the shock I relaxed into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck and giving as good as I got. I groaned softly as he pulled away and gave me a toothy grin, "Hey."

"How are you?" I kept my arms around his neck, staring up at him through my lashes. His eyes were shining, like he was excited about something. I would never say it out loud but I had missed him. Two days with no contact was too much.

"Good, great. How are you feeling?" he asked but didn't give me time to answer, "I told my parents. About you and… you know."

My eyes widened and I felt a little sick, "How… how'd they take it?"

"My mom is over the moon, Bella. I don't think I've ever seen her so happy. My dad's a little wary but seeing my mom so excited kind of made me excited," he murmured as he placed his hand on my stomach, rubbing in circular motions, "I thought a lot about it this weekend. Kids suck, I hate them but this is our kid. We can teach it not to suck… wait, why are you crying? I thought you'd be happy…"

"I am happy," I sniffled, "these are happy tears. I thought you'd... just disappear once I started to show or once the baby is born… I don't know I've been trying not to think about it. But the fact that you want him or her…"

"Bella, no," he shook his head, looking slightly offended, "it was never the plan to disappear. It was just adjusting to the idea of a kid. I'm finally getting used to it. And I talked to Emmett and he was telling me how amazing it is… how he can't wait for Rose to have this second kid because the first one made him happier than he's ever been. It made me realize that I want that. I want that happiness," he paused and laughed, "he even said we can practice with his kid and the baby."

I giggled and smiled at him before I leaned up, kissing him softly. I hoped he was serious and that he really wanted this, "Henry. He's a really good kid, Edward."

He nodded before continuing, "My parents want to meet you, Bella. I told them you don't have any family around and they want you to come for Christmas," he looked a little nervous, "I haven't had a girl meet my parents since high school… but I want you to meet them."

"Oh… umm, wow. That's… really nice but my mom might be flying in?" I was lying and knew he could probably tell because I was an awful liar but the thought of spending Christmas with his parents made me panic.

He eyed me a little warily before shrugging, "We have time to figure it out. If your mom changes her mind, you're more than welcome."

"Okay, I have to get to class. Wanna come over tonight?" I asked then kissed along his jaw, hoping to give him an idea of what I wanted if he did come over tonight.

"Mmm, yes," he grabbed my ass and pulled me closer to him, rubbing gently, "I'd love to come over." I grinned at him because he definitely got the hint and kissed him softly before saying bye and heading to class.

My first two period classes went quickly but my third period class of seniors was rowdy. They were still in weekend mode and didn't seem too interested in learning anything. At one point, I called on Mike Newton to answer a question he clearly wasn't prepared for and he asked me one of his own, "Yo, Miss Swan, is it true you're knocked up with Mr. Cullen's kid?"

I froze and felt my face flush, "Mr. Newton, I don't believe that's any of your business."

He laughed and shrugged, "Guess its true then! Tyler, dude, you owe me a hundred." My eyes widened. Students were making bets on whether I was pregnant? And they'd figured out that the baby was Edward's? "Alright, Mike and Tyler, I think you ought to head to the headmaster's office. We all know betting is against the rules."

I was fuming inside, calling down to the office to let them know why Mike and Eric were on their way, just saying they were making bets. I hoped they wouldn't repeat what the bet was about. I took a deep breath and tried to get class on track but everyone was buzzing, whispering back and forth about what Mike had said. I finally gave up, telling them to work on their homework for the following day. When the period was over, I pulled my iPhone out of my desk and sent Edward a message.

Mike Newton and Tyler Crowley made a bet about whether I'm pregnant with your baby or not. – Bella

His response was immediate, making me wonder if he'd head about it already. The students were banned from having phones but it didn't stop them from texting in class. The whole school probably knew by now about what Mike said and my reaction.

What the fuck? How did you find that out? – Edward

So he didn't know which surprised me. Usually Edward was the first to hear any rumor.

Um, I called on Mike and he wasn't prepared. So instead, he asked me if it's true that I'm 'knocked up with Mr. Cullen's kid,' I kind of froze, Edward. I basically confirmed it. – Bella

They were bound to find out eventually, baby. Your tits are huge and your clothes are getting a little… tight. – Edward

I huffed and scowled, did he just call me fat? I think he just called me fat. I looked down at my stomach. There was a little bump. It mostly looked like I ate a big meal.

Ugh, I don't even have anything to say to that. – Bella

I turned off my phone and tossed it into my drawer. Thankfully it was my free period, it was Edward's too and I'd normally head over to the Art Center to spend the time with him but I felt annoyed. I got up and closed my door then sat back down, putting my head on my desk. I hated Monday's.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on my door. I ignored it, figuring I could pretend not to be there. Students sometimes stopped by to ask questions or for the lit magazine, knowing it was my free period. A minute later, there was another knock then the door opened and Edward walked in. He was bundled up and his cheeks and nose were red from the short walk from the Art Center to Hansen Hall. I glared at him.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his brows furrowed together, "I got worried that something happened. Why's your phone off?"

I shrugged, not answering. I kept my head on my desk, staring at him for a second before closing my eyes.

"Are you tired, baby?" he took off his jacket and gloves and walked over to my desk, standing behind me and rubbing my shoulders. I shrugged him off, not wanting him to touch me. He sighed loudly and bend down, kissing the back of my neck, "I wasn't calling you fat," he murmured, like he knew exactly what I was thinking.

I moaned softly as he kept kissing the back of my neck, sliding his hands down my back then around to my stomach, "You're pregnant, things are going to fit a little differently. You look great," he spoke against my neck and moved his hands up to my breasts, palming them, "And these are great."

I sat up and pushed him away, "Ugh, Edward. Your obsession with my breasts needs to stop. It's gross." I yelped as he spun my chair around to face him. His eyes were full of lust and want. He put his hands back on my breasts, squeezing gently.

"They're amazing. You're amazing," he smirked as my head rolled back and I moaned louder, "Shh, don't want to start anymore rumors. You have to be quiet," he stopped his ministrations then reached down and pulled my shirt over my head, leaving me in my pale pink lace bra, "It's been way too long, baby."

He left my bra on, sucking my nipple into his mouth and groaning softly. I whimpered, because he was right, it had been way too long. He continued to alternate sides, sliding his hand down and unbuttoning my pants. I lifted my hips and helped wiggle out of them along with the panties that matched my bra, "You're so sexy, Bella."

I blushed and shook my head, unable to wrap my head around the fact that I was practically naked in my classroom, "Edward, you locked the door?"

"Yes, I locked the door. Stand up," he held out his hand and I took it, a little confused as I stood. He sat down in my chair and unbuttoned his pants, working them down a little and pulling out his cock. Then he put his hands on my hips, turning me away from him. I got the hint hovered over his lap, facing away from him. He gently guided me down onto his cock and I moaned, biting my lip to try to keep quiet. He groaned my name softly and I squeezed around him.

"Edward… oh God… so big… been too long, can't believe we're doing this," I murmured, slightly incoherent as he kept his hands firmly on my hips, thrusting up into me.

"Mhmmm, Bella. I'm not gonna last long. You feel so good… too long… fuck, so tight. Play with your tits," he kissed along my shoulders, every few kisses picking a spot and sucking hard enough to leave marks before dropping a few more kisses than doing the same thing in another spot. I did what he said, rolling my nipples between my fingers and whimpering. All the sudden, his cock hit a spot in me that made me cry out and cum, spasming around him.

"Oh fuck," he groaned as he came, gripping my hips even tighter and holding me still. We sat still for a few minutes, both of us out of breath before he moved me off of him. I stood, blushing deep red as I pulled my clothes back on. He stayed in my chair, buttoning up his pants. Once I was dressed, he pulled me back onto his lap and kissed me softly.

I ran my hands through his hair and smiled at him, "That was… unexpected."

"I don't know, I was planning on fucking you on my piano… just a change of scenery," he grinned sheepishly at me and I rolled my eyes at him, he kissed me before speaking again, "Bella… you can't turn off your phone and ignore me every time I say something you don't like. It fucking scared me. I thought something was wrong with you. Then you didn't answer your door…"

I bit my lip and looked at my lap, tears filling my eyes, "I'm sorry."

"Hey," Edward took my chin in his hand and made me look at him, "don't cry. I'm just saying… if anything happened to you. I don't know what I'd do."

I snuggled closer to him, my head on his shoulder and changed the subject, not wanting to have a serious conversation right now, "I'm hungry."

"C'mon, we have a few minutes. Let's run to the cafeteria and get you something to eat," he gently rubbed my stomach and I stood, leading the way to the cafeteria. I tried to ignore the looks from the other staff members and students as they stared at us entering the room together. I grabbed my usual salad and he grabbed two slices of pizza before we sat at an empty table. I started eating the salad but his pizza looked and smelled so good. He caught me staring and grinned, "You want a bite?"

I nodded and he held it out for me so I could take a bite. I moaned softly as I chewed and swallowed. He leaned across the tablet and murmured, "That's the same noise you make when I fuck you…"

I turned bright red, "It tastes really, really good," I mumbled and he slid his tray with the untouched piece across the table. I was about to refuse but couldn't bring myself to do it and ate it.

"You feel better now?" he raised his eyebrows at me and I nodded, still blushing. The first bell rang and I groaned, not feeling like dealing with students.

"Fuck, I gotta get to the Art Center. I'll see you tonight? Seven?" I nodded again and watched him go. I spent a few more minutes picking at my salad before throwing it out and heading back to my classroom. I blushed when I looked at the chair.

I won't ever be able to sit here without thinking of what just happened.