Okay, 2nd chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own any recognisable characters.

When he left me, I had been an empty shell. Spending time with my best friend Jacob had helped, but I knew he saw me as a love interest and, try as I might, I couldn't return the feelings. Jumping off the cliff had been my turning point. I realised what a stupid thing I had done. What about Charlie? Renee? How could I be so selfish? I realised that I had to grow up, stop all this nonsense and give my hallucinations up. It had been hard at first, but I threw myself in head first to my studies and ended up graduating with extra credits. I applied for the University of Washington, not too far away from Charlie, but far enough away that I could start over, without Edward. I got accepted, and started my new life. It was hard at first - I didn't know anybody and I was still in a half-depressed state, but I found a friend in my room-mate Cathy, and soon was able to push all thoughts of the Cullens and the supernatural into a deep, dark corner of my brain. It wasn't gone, but I could function near enough normally.

Of course, I slipped. Often. But I was learning to cope and manage to keep the wounds from opening up until I was in my room, where I could cry without being thought of as a mental patient. I had managed to summon enough strength to go out with Cathy and her friends on nights out, and I had dealt with unwanted male attention often enough, but now was different. I wanted to see Dimitri again, get to know him, possibly go out on a few da-

I had to stop before I got ahead of myself.

I willed myself to concentrate on my class, and was able to get the gist of what was going on, all the while thinking of Dimitri and Edward. They seemed so different - as far as I could tell, Dimitri wasn't one of the undead - yet I had had the same reaction to them both.

After the class had ended, I was walking to my dorm when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and saw-

Dimitri.

My mouth grew into a wide smile and I got one in return.

"Hi Bella," he said. "Look, I was wondering if you...are you free...do you wanna..." As he was stumbling over his words, I took the time to give him a once over. He was tall. Very tall. 6"5'? 6"6'? He had shoulder length dark brown hair, and he was quite tanned. His grey top was tight, showing off his defined chest. Wow. I could see a very prominent six-pack, and I wanted to reach forward and run my hands along-

Woah. I had to stop doing that.

I looked back up to his face and saw that his deep, chocolate brown eyes were once again staring into mine. You could get lost in their depths. I was so busy staring into his eyes that I almost missed his question,

"Are you free on Saturday?" He looked down as he said it. I could tell he was nervous, and that made him even more attractive. How could I say no?

"Yeah" I replied breathlessly, not realising that I was indeed, not breathing.

"Great. I was wondering if you...if you...ifyouwantedtogotodinnerwithme?"

He rushed the last bit and I struggled to work out what he said. Then it hit me.

He. Had. Just. Asked. Me. Out.

The only person I had been on a date with was Edward.

Again I mentally prepared myself for the pain that, once again, didn't come.

"Sure, I would like that. A lot." I said, smiling timidly. His answering smile was dazzling.

"Really? That's great! I'll pick you up at eight? Is Italian ok with you? I mean, we could go somewhere else if you wanted, I just thought-" His babbling was adorable, but I had to answer.

"Italian's my favourite." I said, trying to sound reassuring. "And eight is fine."

"Awesome." He grinned. "I suppose I'll...see you on Saturday then?"

"Yeah, see you on Saturday" Once again I watched him leave and when he looked back I couldn't help but smile back at him. When he had gone, I unlocked the door to my building and went up the stairs to my dorm. Cathy was already there and started grilling me as soon as I entered the door. She had seen us talking and wanted to know the details. As I described everything about Dimitri, I didn't once think about Edward. And when I went on the date two days later, I didn't think about him. Or on then next date, or the next. Or when we spent our first night together. Or when I introduced him to my parents, or when he introduced me to his. It was on my 20th birthday when I next thought about my previous love.

I realised that I was over him. The impossible had happened. I had moved on. That night, as I lay in Dimitri's embrace, I decided to tell him about the Cullens. And I told him everything. Vampires and werewolves didn't seem to faze him, but when I mentioned what he said to me in the forest that day, his face was like thunder. He was angry at the way I had been treated, by my boyfriend and his family. He didn't once question my sanity, or run away screaming. When I asked him about it a few years later, he said it didn't matter. He could tell when I was lying, and appreciated my honesty. I fell in love with him even more that day.

As that years passed, we got a flat together, then a house - and a mortgage. We settled into our lives with each other, getting jobs, going on holidays, working out money issues. And I didn't once think about Edward.

The night Dimitri proposed to me was the happiest day of my life. We were spending the holidays with Charlie, and on New Year's Eve, close to midnight, he took me out into the back garden. He told me he wanted to watch the fireworks, and welcome the New Year by my side. About two minutes before midnight, he took my glass of Champaign and set it down next to his. He got down on one knee and poured his heart out to me. The ring he produced from his pocket was beautiful. It was white gold with a princess cut diamond in the middle with tiny diamonds either side. I accepted, of course, and he placed the ring on my finger just as the clocks struck midnight and fireworks lit up the sky. I found out later that he had timed his speech down to the last second. I loved him for that. We got married in the July, on a beach in Florida. It was a beautiful ceremony, only close family and friends. Cathy was my maid of honour and Angela Webber - with whom I had stayed in touch with - was my bridesmaid, along with Dimitri's sister Viktoria; we had become good friends over the years. It was the happiest day of my life, but I did stop once and think - I wish Alice was here. I had long gotten over Edward, but the lack of goodbye from the woman I considered my sister was still painful.

Two years later and here I was. Mrs Bella Belikov - I know, but what can I say? I love him. My life was perfect. I was totally in love with my husband, we had an amazing house in the middle of New York, and I think our lives were about to get even better. We had decided a couple of months ago that we were ready for children. We weren't going to try, but we weren't stopping it either. The day I stopped taking my contraceptive pill was a huge leap for us both. Now, two months later, I thought, This Is It. I was three weeks late, and had a pregnancy test hidden in the bathroom upstairs. I didn't want to tell Dimitri until I was certain. If he got his hopes up and I was wrong, he would have been crushed.

My legs were shaking as I walked up the stairs. I had been drinking tonnes of water all morning, and nature was finally calling. I had never been so nervous in all of my life. Those five minutes waiting for the pink plus or the blue minus were the worst of my life. If I was pregnant, how would I tell him? Not on the phone, or by email. I had to do it face to face, but I couldn't wait for him to get home. I would go to his work, then, I decided. If I wasn't, well, I would continue as normal. I would go food shopping and forget this ever happened. I jumped as the timer I had set went off.

Five minutes were up.

I reached out for the white stick, knowing my life would either be turned around, or my hopes dashed.

I looked at the test and gasped.

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