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Emmett looked up at Edward, who seemed to care less.
"And?" He mumbled, eyes drooping. "How is that a big deal?"
That set Emmett off, who ran forward and grabbed fistfuls of Edward's shirt, lifting him upwards and dropping the phone to the ground. I went to pick it up.
"Because Carmen would tell the world, and Bella won't be able to get rid of your child quietly! You stupid kid." He dropped him and Edward fell to the floor, and the bottle spilled all over the wooden floors. Rose rushed to the TV, and turned it on quietly, switching to Carmen's show. Just in time, what a coincidence.
"You'd never guess what..." Carmen laughed casually from her chair and holding her phone out. "...I received a call from Edward Cullen last night, which held something I couldn't ignore and not tell. Here..." And through the speakers, and on the screen behind, with a picture of Edward on, the voice mail played.
"...Hey baby...Bella I'm at a bar...er...I can't see the name of it, but you should come and have some fun with us...I know you'd love it. Oh, wait...drinking is suckish for the baby, ain't it? Your loss then, wifey."
The crowd started chatting wildly, and Carmen spoke above the crowd. "Is this saying Bella Swan, his celebrity girlfriend of so much, is pregnant? And the 'wifey'...are they engaged, or married? 16 makes it legal to marry with consent, so we'll try bring them in soon for you to actually find out, yes?" The crowd clapped, and I put my hands to my face.
"Holy shit." I gasped, and Em knocked Edward out cold. "Oh my God! Edward! Emmett!"
Emmett's face was hard. "I can't believe him, the idiot. He has basically given you no way out- you have to tell them, or deny ever having a pregnancy." Rose came to clear up the mess on the floor.
"Can we just...do something? I can't stand to see him. He's probably fucked someone, looking at his state." I spat and walked out of the door. "I'll be in my place when you're ready." I walked back to mine, and locked the door so nobody can come in. I felt quite full, even though I had an empty stomach, so went to the couch, to watch the rest of Carmen. As much of a gossip Carmen was, I came up with a brilliant idea.
"How long have you been acting, then?" Carmen was interviewing some actress named Maggie, some bimbo girl, and her face expression changed to confused. "One moment." She pulled the phone out of her pocket. "Huh, looks like Edward Cullen is ringing us again." She pressed the button, and it came on speaker phone. "Hi, Edward?"
"Hi Carmen, it's Bella. Bella Swan."
"Bella? Um...how are you? How're you doing?"
"I'm doing very well thank you. Just a little note. When can I come on your show? You've obviously heard something from Edward..."
"Er...you can come out tomorrow, we can squeeze you in, unless you want to come quickly now?"
"Tomorrow's perfect, bye Carmen."
I hung up, and Carmen had a surprised look on her face.
"You heard today, be watching tomorrow!" She continued the interview with the girl, and I smirked. Edward, I was getting a small bit of payback.
I didn't go out that day. I was busy being locked up inside my apartment because I had a stalker outside my door. I tried calling security but he laughed at me! Of course, the stalker was my boyfriend, but...anyway, he wouldn't leave my door, and he was having a lovely conservatonnwith it.
"Bella...let me in, please. I'm sober now."
"Bella."
"Please."
"Let."
"Me."
"In."
"Bells? Please, can you please communicate? If you haven't gone through the balcony?"
"Please open the door Bells..."
I groaned inwardly, then went to the door and stated simply. "No."
This didn't help, as he was over enthusiastic about getting some response from me." Bella? Please forgive me, I swear I had no girls with me the whole night- it was just drinking with some lads-"
"-fuck off."
He slammed at he door. "No, Bella. Tell me why you won't open this door."
"Why? Because my boyfriend deserted me when I found out I was 16 and pregnant- returns the next morning drunk and made a call to Carmen!, telling the beans about how I was pregnant and engaged! That's why!"
"Engaged?" This was only what mattered to him.
"Go away!" I screamed, hitting my hand against the door. "Don't you see that I want to be left alone?"
"I'm not leaving until you open this door Bella."
"Good luck with that."
"Bella- please-"
"-go away. I don't want to see your face right now."
"I've thought it over, love. About the baby. If you would just let me in..." I disappeared back into my room. I had thought it over too, and I think i was lying to myself that I could actually terminate this pregnancy. I wouldn't hurt a fucking fly, never mind kill a unborn baby! Pfft. My interview with Carmen was tomorrow, and I was saying I was keeping this baby. My phone buzzed, and Emmett was calling.
"Hello?"
"Bella, just let him in. He's a idiot but locking him out won't do much good. He's not going anywhere."
"You think?"
"Bella" His voice was stern. "We'll use our key."
"You don't have a key." Fuck.
"We do. And I've been talking, for how long? And Edward hasn't spoken?" Shit.
"Wait, no, I've locked the doors."
"Which doors, Bella?" And Edward came barging into the bedroom. "Sorry, Bells. You need to sort it out, not hide."
"Fucking hell." I swore, as Edward shut the bedroom door. "You suck!"
Emmett chuckled. "What a great compliment! BYE!"
And he hung up, and Edward attacked me, pulling me to the ground so I couldn't run.
"Edward! STOP IT!"
"I will not let you show yourself on Carmen, Bella."
"W-? How did you find out?"
"The TV, duh."
"Edward, let go of me."
"No."
"Edward..." He had my hands pinned on either side of my face. "Please..."
"You need to face the facts, Bella. Firstly, you are pregnant with my child. Secondly, I love you, and I'm not going anywhere. You'll have to remember to lock the balcony doors next time, love. And thirdly, I want this baby."
I was shocked. "You do?" And he nodded furiously.
"Granted, it did take some time, but time was what I needed to think about it. It's a big deal, and I want this to work out. So if you're going on Carmen, I'm coming with you."
I wrapped my legs around his legs, squeezing him to me. "You want this baby?" And he smirked, nodding one more time.
"Yes, do you?"
I nodded, smiling and crying happy tears as he leaned forward to kiss me.
When he pulled away he kiss me even harder, with more and more emotion, and he slipped his tongue in my mouth and groaned. We continued to kiss for what seemed like ages, until the floor seemed too get too rock solid.
"Edward.." I mumbled, and he pushed into me with more force.
"I know..." He laughed, giddy, and I smirked.
"Edward, up."
"What?"
"I'm on the floor."
"..."
"It hurts." And he was up, pulling me with him.
"Sorry baby" He smirked, and knelt down to kiss my stomach. "hello."
I laughed. "What on Earth are you doing?" I ran my finger through his messy hair, and he lifted up my shirt, resting his cheek on my stomach.
"I'm talking to the baby. Studies show that the foetus can hear sounds from in the womb, and recognise who is who and all."
"No way."
"Uhuh." He gave my stomach a big kiss and climbed back up my body, smiling down at me. "Can I ask...why did you call Carmen?"
I shrugged. "It seemed like a good idea at the time." I mumbled, turning away and opening the door. "I'm hungry."
"Did you want me to make you something?" I nodded.
"Make sure I smell every ingredient, otherwise I may throw up. We need to make a list of all these things." I joked. "First thing, orange juice." Edward went to the front door, gave me a look, and unlocked the door.
"Noted."
"Good. Emmett booked my first scan. 2 weeks from now." Edward nodded in response, and started to sift through the fridge for food. Luckily none of the items he gave me made me barf, which was a positive.
"Do you think it's weird, how we are kind of living adult lives, and yet we're not even 18?"
Edward smirked. "We've gone further than many already- we're famous, rich, earning our own money, and you're going to have a baby...everything is speeding up. Next it'll be something else..."
"...What something else?" I questioned, and he shrugged, biting on a celery stick.
"Who knows." He crunched, filling his mouth.
The next day soon arrived, and Kim must have found out, as a car was waiting for us outside.
"So what are we going to say?" Edward asked on the way there. We didn't have much time to figure stuff out.
"Um...the truth?" He raised his eyebrows, and I shook my head. "Edward, just say stuff like...'we can't really confirm anything yet'...'you love me so much'..." He smirked, and I nodded. "...er...'we would keep the baby if I were pregnant'...and so forth." He nodded.
"OK." he took my hand as we walked through the corridors, and then went into separate rooms to get ready. And we were backstage, together, and I was extremely nervous.
"Welcome, Bella Swan and Edward Cullen!" Carmen's voice rang, and I was almost shoved on stage by one of the backstage crew, even though I quite understood that that was my queue, as well as Edwards.
We walked onto the platform together, and the audience clapped and cheered, which is a good enough sign. Carmen smiled at us and shook our hands, as we sat down.
"Good morning, rise and shine." Carmen laughed, and I smiled at her. "So, getting down to business-you called me yesterday, telling me you wanted to tell us something, yes?" I nodded.
"You obviously couldn't hold it in when Edward called you on your personal phone, so I decided to tell everyone that we can't confirm anything right now, so before the rumors get out of hand, I'm taming them."
Edward nodded. "I was...slightly drunk, and called the wrong...person."
"And so there's a chance that there'll be a baby between you two out of...wedlock?" I could seriously harm Carmen right now, if it wasn't for the cameras and audience. She was mocking me. That evil grin that was so obviously fake and desperate for information... I opened my mouth to respond, but Edward beat me to it.
"Um..Well not entirely. We'll get back to you on that one."
"On the baby, or the engagement that you mentioned in the call-"
"-on the...on it all." he interrupted, and I could sense he was getting irritated. There was a lot of pressure for answers.
"I'll keep that in mind...well that's all we have time for...thanks to Edward, and Bella. Nice to show your faces every once in a while."
The audience clapped and I grabbed onto Edward's hand in between us so that I wouldn't slap her orange face off. Once the bright lights turned off, signaling the end of the show, I practically dragged Edward away, and ignored Carmen's call for us.
"She knows we hear her." He mumbled as he walked as quickly next to me as I was.
"I don't care. Let's get out of here."
The next few days passed by in a blur. We had Em and Rose on our backs, although I think they were thinking of getting a bigger place, since they were going to be married.
"Wouldn't it be cool, if we could all live close by, so Em can still be my bodyguard, and we can all hang out?"
I nodded, laughing. "That would be super cool."
He smirked. "I love your enthusiasm."
I knew for a fact, this was either a very odd flu, or pregnancy. I had some of the symptoms, which came as a downfall, since I couldn't eat chocolate anymore! I was devastated! This baby is going to be skinny when it comes out!
"This means I can't have hot chocolate, chocolate cake, biscuits, chocolate milk, and oh my God! Chocolate itself!" Edward found this pretty hilarious at my extreme dislike for this pregnancy. "Stop it, Edward- this is not funny!"
"Oh, but it is!" He chuckled dreamily.
I hadn't really started showing yet, which surprised me. I expected already to be heavily pregnant, at only a few weeks gone. I still had a bit of morning sickness, but I felt if as long as I stuck to what I could eat, and stay away from those that repulsed me, then I'd be okay. And in my opinion, Carmen was included in that latter section.
We were heading for our first scan at the local hospital, and we wore hoodies and sunglasses, but underneath that I had a sun dress and heels. We took off the 'decoys' once we got inside, and I had a little trip to the sick ward while we were waiting. There was a smiley old lady who I grew instantly fond of, and she beamed at me.
"Why, hello there. You're that girl off the telly, aren't you?" She took my hand and held it between both of hers. I nodded, smiling. "What's a girl like you doing here in hospital?"
"Don't tell anyone, but I'm having a pregnancy scan." I smiled. It wouldn't be too bad if she told people. Her smile slipped slightly.
"At your age? Well it could have been worse...in Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, she was 13 when she was to be married." She smiled. Edward tugged on my other hand.
"Love, we have to go." He told me, and smiled at the woman.
"It was lovely to meet you. I hope you get better." I mumbled as Edward took me to our part of the hospital for pregnancy. Another Doc woman was smiling at me.
"Ah, so the rumors were true." I grinned at her, and sat down on the bed. She laughed, a cheerful sound.
"I wonder which section it'll be in."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, when I took this job, I expected it to be completely happy and excited, but there's the opposite group, if you know what I mean." I nodded.
"Well this is the in between for the moment. But I'm almost positive it'll go to the happier side. We're just..." I looked to Edward. "...confused."
"I completely understand. If you would just lift up your..." I lifted the material to show my stomach, and she squirted this cold jelly on it, and I shivered, smiling.
"It's cold." I stated the obvious, and Edward chuckled.
A black and white picture came across the small screen to my side, and I turned my head in wonder. A minute later, I still didn't understand.
"Where is it?" I frowned, and she smiled.
"I think you mean, where are they?" She pointed to a little blob type thing on the screen.
"They?" I uttered. "Twins?"
"Oh my God." Edward mumbled.
"You're 8 weeks gone, starting from your last period."
"I have to get two babies out of me? Oh fuck." I went all wide eyed, looking panicked at Edward.
"Excuse her French." He pardoned, and Doc nodded.
"Does it hurt?" I asked Doc, fearful. I never assumed about the pain until now.
"Well it depends on which route you take. You can have a c-section or a natural birth."
"C-section has drugs, doesn't it?"
"A C-section will numb your lower half, and a natural birth, they'll give you some drugs to relieve some pain-"
"-I don't like pain."
"Your babies, have heartbeats already at this stage." Really?
"Can we get a picture?" I asked curiously, and Edward shook his head.
"I want a video, not a picture. Or actually, both?"
Edward had a few more questions about pregnancy, and I really felt that he was trying to already be a good Dad. I knew he was scared shitless, but he was setting that aside for me. I knew he had one more thing to do, as we put on our hoodies and sunglasses again and got into the car.
"Edward? Can you do me a favor?"
"Sure love, what is it?" He mocked my accent, and I grinned.
"You know you'd do anything for me, and you promised..."
He raised his eyebrow. "Yes? I remember."
"Good. You have to tell my family that I'm pregnant." And his face went shocked and his mouth dropped open.
"B-Bella! They'll kill me! Do you want me to die?"
"Relax sweetie. Just go to England with me and tell them. We can bring Phil for protection, and make a quick escape. But I want to see Bree again while we're there."
"Bella!" He whined. "I know your Dad- he's a cop! He'll shoot me!"
"No he won't." I argued, even though it was highly possible. "Just squeeze it into a topic. Ease it in. Let's put it this way- if he finds out via magazines, then he'll kill us both."
"But we're in another country!"
"Yes, but he'll fly over. We're not poor."
"We'll fly elsewhere."
"He'll track us down."
"We'll lock the doors."
"Age 9, he taught me how to break locks with a bobby pin."
"We're screwed."
"No- you're screwed with my Dad. He'll forgive me- I'm his daughter. But I'm going to have to get two kids out of me! That's messed up."
He whined in his seat.
"Man up, bitch. Stop being such a pussy. I'm not whining, am I? What are you, 9?" I tried to come up with every line to get him back on his feet. "For goodness sake, Edward. Stop it."
I hadn't noticed that he had already stopped while I was rambling on. "Bella."
I stopped. "Oh."
"You'll be there with me?"
I nodded. "He won't shoot his pregnant with twins daughter. That's 3 murders on his hands, not including you."
"You're not helping..."
"It's not? Sorry." I smirked sheepishly.
"And you promise we can come back here and be normal again?"
"When has it been normal? Seriously, something very wrong with you if you think this is anything near normal. I mean-"
"-Bella?"
"I don't like the sound of normal. We can come back to CA though."
"Deal. And you'll stop him from hating my guts?"
"I'll do my best."
"And the trip to the school be an hour max? I don't like all the screaming."
"Fine."
"And you'll co-operate when I want to do something for you, and the babies?"
"When had this become a compromise? Telling Dad isn't a big deal."
"Will you?"
I sighed. "Fine. But no more."
"Ok."
The next week, we booked a flight to England on our own, including Phil, of course, and arrive in England late. I'm afraid to say, but many paparazzi were hanging around the airport, as if they knew we were coming, and jumped on us when we arrived. A tall man, wearing a low hat spoke darkly at me, or Edward, as we pushed past to get to our car with Phil holding our day luggage.
"You'll see soon that being famous and all will strike back at you."
It thoroughly creeped me out, and I narrowed my eyes at him, "What?" It came out quite rude, but then again he was freaking me out.
"Get back to your little hometown, Miss Swan." He laughed and Edward pulled me to him, leading me out of the crowd.
"Who was that? He didn't sound appealing." I wondered.
"Just ignore him. He's talking rubbish."
"I hope so."
We got to my house all too soon, as I slept on the ride there. When I woke up, Edward was pale and worried.
"You swear we-"
"-Edward, relax. He can smell fear."
That didn't really help. What was wrong with me?
We stayed outside my house so long, Phil actually had to knock on the door. We planned on leaving that afternoon, so our stuff we could carry with us.
Dad opened the door. "Bella? This is a surprise... nobody is in." Uh oh. That means he can't seek guidance from my Mom or sister. Bad timing...
"Uh...that's OK. We were just stopping by. We've got some news..." He raised his eyebrows, and I nodded.
"OK then...come on in. Who's your friend?" He walked inside the house and I gave Edward an encouraging look.
"Um...Phil, our bodyguard."
"Bodyguard?"
"Yeah." I mumbled, walking into the living room.
"So what's this news you have?" We all sat down, and Phil hovered over the both of us, and Dad gave him an odd look, but laughed it off.
"Ah..." I mumbled casually. "It's no biggie...Well it kind of is...Edward?" I smiled up at Edward, and he growled back at me, turning to face my father.
"Umm...well...you see...Bella...may, well is...er...pregnant...and er...hinhf..."
I didn't understand half of that. I truly didn't, but Dad did. He looked at me, and I bit my lip.
"What? Bella."
I nodded. "I'm pregnant, Dad, and I'm keeping the baby." Dad froze, and his eyes locked onto something in the distance, and I squeezed Edward's hand tightly.
"You're pregnant..." He stated. "...and what are...did...were you careful?"
I nodded. "We most certainly were. I was on the pill, and I happened to fall ill in CA, and I took some other medication to get rid of that...and that stopped the pill from working, even though I had still taken it. But I'm still keeping them. I had a scan recently, showing they're twins. Did you want a photo?"
He sighed, and rubbed his eyes with his hand. "Well, I can't exactly blame you and scream bloody murder, can I? You were careful, as expected, and I already knew what was going on...and you wouldn't give up a baby...two babies...Just, what is your participation in this?" He questioned Edward, and Edward gulped.
"Um...I will...of course be there for her. I'm kind of living with her, so I'll be there 24/7." Dad looked at me when he mentioned about how he was living with me, and I looked down. "And...I love her, Charlie, and I'll love her forever. And personally I felt a family was in our future, whether it was starting now or another time."
"Well can I have the picture, then?" He ignored almost all of every romantic things Edward had just said to me, but I pulled the image out of the bag and stood up to give it to Dad. I went back to my seat and cuddled up next to Edward as dad observed the image.
"Where is it?"
And I started laughing, but stopped when I realised that Dad could think it was all a joke.
"Um...like two tiny tots. It's there somewhere." He frowned, squinting to look.
"Maybe I need some glasses."
"Tell you what, keep it. We have spares. But we've gotta get going. I want to take a trip to Bree, it's her lunch now, and I miss her." We stood up, and Dad came to give me a hug.
"Love you Bells. How far are you along?"
"9 weeks now."
"I'll let your mother know. And Angela, if you don't see her today. You're too young, Bella. You've just turned 16..."
"I know, Dad. But I feel that this is right. I know what I'm doing."
"I trust you." He smiled, opening the door. "See you soon Bells." We climbed back into the car and took of to the school. I smiled at Edward.
"see? It's done. So why am I still so scared?"
Edward pulled me into a hug. "Honey, I know how you feel. But it's okay. Nothing's wrong." He calmed me and softly kissed my lips. "I love you, so much."
"I love you too." I whispered, and he smiled at me.
"Come on, love, we've got one hour, max."
I laughed and climbed out of the car, and noticed a dark car had just parked outside the school borderline. I hope it wasn't some paparazzi. A man climbed out, holding a camera, and I groaned. Nobody had come out of class yet, so I yelled at the pap.
"Oi! This is school grounds. Clear off!" I glared at him as Edward pulled me away.
"Leave it. He knows his line." The man started taking pictures, so I quickly paced to the reception.
"Hi." Bree had drama, so I waited outside Drama for her, and noticed a faint hum of music. This was the Performing Arts building, which held Music, Dance and Drama, so I put my ear to the Music room. Because they all make such noise, the doors were soundproof, but you could hear still, as it couldn't muffle everything.
"Hey, Edward, do you hear that?" I mumbled, and I leaned to each side to see where it was coming from.
Edward frowned. "Er...yeah. From over there, I think."
I went over in that direction, but Edward grabbed my arm. "Bella."
"Yep?" I popped the last letter.
"Don't leave...school...girls..."
I laughed, "Phil will protect you. I'll be back in a second." I wondered off in the direction of the dance studio, which was one of my favourite parts of the school. I used to love dancing there. You could get so lost in the music. I put my ear to the door, and the music was coming from there, so I opened the door, slightly, to try see what was going on.
I opened it further, only to find it was empty. Where was the dance teacher, and students? It wasn't the end of class yet.
I turned around. "Hey- Edward. Over her-" Suddenly a hand was over my mouth, and I couldn't breath. I was spun around, and thrown onto the wooden floor. The door to the dance studio slammed shut, and locked. The handle rattled as Edward tried to get in, and I heard a muffled voice from behind the door. My head spun as it had hit the floor, and I looked up to the tall man, who was holding a camera.
"Who are you? What do you want?" I slided further away from him, and I suddenly recalled him being the man from the airport. "Why are you doing this?"
"Bella Swan. Lovely to meet you again." He muttered sarcastically, and turned to face me.
"Answer me." I spat, climbing onto my feet.
"Call me Buzz."
"What are you doing?"
He laughed. "I want...revenge. You and your petty friends have ruined my life. My wife left me, and I lost my kids. I lost my job, and gained a criminal record, because of you. You selfish bitch."
"How is all of that my fault?" I exclaimed, and he stepped forward as the bell went, the beginning of lunch.
"I was one of the press, who you so severely hate. I was a kid, glad to be earning my own money, to which I could treat my high school sweetheart. I grew into it, and we married, and had 2 children. A boy, and girl. Twins.
"They're 18 now, so you can see I've been working as apart of the press for a long time now. And in all my years, I have never seen someone as...well known, as yourself. Magazines started paying less for my photos of other people, and you were so difficult to track down."
He laughed again. "But I tried. I found you in that little sandwich bar about a month ago...and traced you back to your home in America. But then I had to come back to England, where my family were waiting for me. My little girl is crazy over you- she wanted all your posters and music, and so was my son. My straight son, if you know what I mean." I caught a glimpse of a smile under his coat.
"Bella!" The thumbs continued, but louder and with more force, as if someone was hurling themselves at the door.
"You know, if they're not quieter, I'm going to lengthen this punishment..." Buzz mumbled, and I gulped, taking another step back.
"What?"
"When I came back, I found a note on the bedroom door. My wife had left me, and taken the kids. She's now happily divorced, flinging herself at toy-boys, and the kids...I have no idea where they are. But that's not today's lesson. My friends and I, thought this would be a good idea, to forgive myself. Because this wasn't my fault, it was yours. If you hadn't become so...then I could earn my wage, and keep my gold digger wife, and could afford a lawyer to try get my kids."
"Er...I'm sorry? Where does the criminal record come into this?"
"Now. Where I commit the crime." He pulled down his coat, and strapped to him was a bomb, ticking down from five minutes. "My life is over for me now, and I want to make sure you can't come out of this either." He smiled, and I stepped backwards, then running to the speakers to turn of the music.
"You don't want to do that." I shouted, the silence being too quiet. The man took of his hat, and he had heavy bags, short black hair, and piercing eyes. "Not yet."
"And why is that?"
"Because...I'm pregnant, with twins, Buzz. Don't be a murderer of 4..." I hoped that the twin thing will make him think of his kids, but he smiled deviously, and pulled out a phone, pressing a number and holding it to his ear.
"Mark? She's pregnant with twins. Yeah. Yeah. I know." As he was talking, he wandered further away from the door, and I ran towards it, reaching for the lock, but arms crept around my waist and pulled me backwards, and I sobbed. "Oh no you don't, Miss Swan. We're sticking together in this." Back on the floor I lay, and the timer kept ticking down. I had 3 minutes to survive.
I heard sirens, at two minutes.
Stronger thumbs at one minute thirty.
"HE'S GOT A BOMB!" I yelled. "GET OUT!"
Buzz didn't even seem to mind, as he chatted to his friend quietly. He even had the decency to laugh.
So I jumped up and kicked him in the balls.
"FUCK!" He yelled as I made a dash for the door, where the counter was at 20 seconds. He grabbed onto my leg, knocking me off my feet, just as the door swung open, filling the studio with sturdy men, armed with guns. They surrounded us, and Buzz smirked.
"He's got a bomb." I repeated, and Buzz laughed.
"We've got bigger plans for you." He whispered softly to me, and a police shot him in his leg, causing him to let go of me, and I climbed up into Edward's arms, and the men quickly shut the studio door, it being too late to disarm the bomb.
"Oh my God, Bella! I was so worried!" Edward cried into my hair, and I clung onto him. "When you said 'bomb', I didn't know what to do." He was holding me so tight, but I didn't stop him, as the door shuddered, and men cleared us out of the way.
"Come outside, we have a few questions." A officer patted my shoulder, and I nodded. Phil was beside us the whole time as he asked what had happened.
"He was unstable. He wanted to kill me." There was a woman reporting the case next to the officer also, and a guy with a camera, for the TV news. "He killed himself."
A man came up to us. "The bomb is inactive now. We can't identify the man, who called himself Buzz, but the school will be closed for the rest of the day, and the studio unusable. Students will have to be patient on whether their school is open for the next few days, and this matter is over now, so there is no need for worry."
The reporter nodded and ended the interview, and Edward sat me down on a wall.
"Bella. We-you-I can't stop worrying about you! You're a target for danger! You almost died."
"Edward, he said there was more planned for me. What did he mean?"
"I don't know, but you have to tell the police."
"They'll be on my backs for ages."
"Bella." He was stern. "I can't lose you. You're my everything."
I couldn't argue with that...
We took a tearful trip back home to Charlie, and assured him we were OK, then back on the plane to Cali, where we were bombarded with press as we made it into our waiting car. I was just so tired, and I couldn't take anymore pressure from anyone right now. When I got home I slammed the door on my bedroom and fell into my bed. I sobbed for what seemed like hours, and Edward cuddled me every single minute of it, whispering sweet nothings that really meant well, but did nothing to calm me.
"I was so scared, but I couldn't think of myself then, I had to think of the babies." I whimpered into Edward's chest, and he agreed. "They mean so much to me." I sniffled. "And they're coming back. And I can't do much to stop it. I don't know who they are, and the phone was blown up into bits. And the name Mark...there's a ton of Mark's. And we can't identify the body without someone coming forward..."
"Let's hope someone does then."
The next morning, I had a woman come in with her magazine, for an interview. Here, I told about my official pregnancy, and about the attack. Rose and Emmett came in later, as they were looking at homes in state.
"Oh my God, Bella! What happened? We heard the news!" Rose hugged me, and I sniffled.
"Yeah, it happened. It's water under the bridge. I want to forget about it."
"Are you sure? That's crazy stuff." I nodded.
"Yeah."
"OK then. Can I see how the two little ones are doing?" I nodded again, smirking, and lifting my shirt. "Ah! You're getting a bump!" Really? I couldn't really tell. Rose fried some food for me to try, and I gobbled it all up, smiling at my stomach.
"I was starving, but now I have three babies- one being the food baby." Emmett chuckled and handed me a drink, and that went down as well. "I wonder how big they are right now, can we look on info about pregnancy?"
"Sure." Edward started up the laptop and typed a few, and smiled. "Aww! Look at all the babies!" I giggled, and glanced at them.
"What else is there?"
"Um...I don't know. There's a ton of baby pictures. And stuff."
"'Stuff?'"
"Erm...yeah. Stuff." I laughed.
"What are you on about?" I leaned over the laptop, and frowned. "Edward, what was that?"
"I just don't want you to worry."
"About what?"
"Stuff."
I remembered I was a slight melodramatic about the pain. "Is there a lot of blood?"
His response came all too quick. "No."
"Edward. Give it here." I picked it up and scrolled down, and bit my lip. There were notes on mother's experiences. And I ran to the bathroom to heave my meal up.
"Fuck." I mumbled, banging my head on the toilet bowl. "And I thought it was over." My mind drifted back to the laptop, and I hurled again. "I can't do this!" I stayed in the bathroom, not really doing anything, until Edward came over.
"It's not all bad."
"Well there is bad."
"Maybe, but think of after birth. A lot of those comments freaked me out too, but they all end saying how they love their children. And that's good."
"I don't care about that yet. I still have to give birth. Speaking of birth, you don't have to do it. All you have to do is be the encouraging Dad and pretend that I'm not in agony."
"You won't be in agony- they have drugs."
"I want a lot of drugs."
"We'll see." Edward handed me my toothbrush. "Do you want to go swimming?"
The weeks passed by, and as I reached my second trimester, me and Edward learnt to juggle our jobs around spending time together, as I did a few more shows and interviews and photo shoots, which I would say was fun. My stomach was showing my pregnancy, but not loads yet, thank God, but I knew the time would come where I would be huge and uncomfortable, but I tried to not worry about that. We went for more baby scans, and discovered the baby genders!
Flashback
"So, Doc, what are my babies genders? Boy and a girl, or both boys, or both girls?" I looked to Edward, who wanted one of each gender. To be honest, I didn't care. I knew if we had a boy, he'd be just as handsome as Edward, and a girl would be like me.
"One moment..." Doc adjusted the machine, and smiled. "This one here...is a girl...and this one a boy."
I smiled at Edward. "Nice one."
End flashback.
It was one morning, where I was lying in bed after a night of passion, that I felt a tapping, on the side of my stomach. I didn't want to scare it, but I placed my hand where the movement was, and felt the tap on my hand.
"Edward." I whispered, nudging him awake.
"What?" He groaned. "Honey I had a late night..."
"The baby kicked."
"What? Huh- where?"
"Here, dummy." I grabbed his hand that was on my hip and brought it round to where the tapping was. I felt the tapping again, and Edward sat up.
"Oh my God." He mumbled, wide awake, and he froze as the tapping stopped. I turned onto my back and saw his face was one of amazement. "That's our baby."
"No shit Sherlock." I muttered, and his smile wavered.
"Um...Bella. I have a question." He questioned, and I nodded in response.
"Go on." I smiled.
"Do you...do you think I'll be a good Dad?" He leaned closer to me, and looked down at my bump. "Do you wonder if we're not ready yet to be parents?"
I smiled. "I think you'll be a great Dad. And no, it isn't perfect timing, but we won't know if we're ready until they're here. Just hide the alcohol and secure the apartment."
"Is this apartment big enough for four of us?"
I frowned. "Well...there's plenty of time to think about that...we have a couple of months."
"I think we should get a bigger place. I'll be 18 soon, and I can get the money I've earned all of these years. I can afford it. We can get somewhere near Em and Rose, and we can baby check everything there...we can go shopping for furniture...don't you think of that stuff?"
"You want to?"
He nodded. "I promised to provide for you all, and I will."
"OK then."
He smiled, kissing my lips, then kissing my bump. "Hi babies." I giggled.
We told Em and Rose about the idea, and they gave us a few places to look at, and that week we checked out different areas, and I got us into childbirth classes for the long run. I had my heart set on this one house, which was a 20 minute drive from a large school, and the house was huge, to be exact. Fit for more than 4, and there was a gigantic garden and patio, and front garden and drive. There were gates at the very front, with security. It was beautiful, and well prepared for intrusive press. The cost was not an issue, as Edward's last few films covered it all. We decided on having a pool built outdoors as well as something indoor, and have a kitchen fitted.
The next few weeks were tiring as we purchased the house, signed everything, and started searching for furniture. Soon, we had everything inside the house, besides the twins' stuff and a few spare rooms.
"Do you think they should share a room?" Edward wondered.
"Yes, and when they get older, they can have their own later. It'll be easier and help them bond. What color paints do we need?"
"Um..."
The days became shorter for me, as I got tired heaving my stomach alone around. We hadn't really decided upon baby names, but we had to soon, because I wanted to personalize their outfits.
Edward came home from the set that day, holding a plastic bag with dinner.
"Evening, sweetheart." He kissed me on the lips and I smiled up at him from my seat.
"What about Charlie?"
"For which one?"
"Um...I don't know."
"No."
"Fine. Lia?"
"Leah L-e-a-h, or Lia L-i-a?"
"Whichever."
He thought for a moment. "I'm kind of liking the L-i-a spelling. Happy?"
"Very." I smirked. "Today is now an officially a productive day."
Edward laughed. "I get to choose the boy name?"
"Certainly, but I have to still take charge on some occasions. What ideas do you have?"
"Luke." He raised his hands in the air. "Nothing fancy or unique...just Luke."
I muddled it over in my head. "OK."
"OK? That's it?"
"Yes. I don't want anything too complicated...like Renesmee...OH MY GOD! We should have Renesmee for the girl! It's perfect! It's a combo of Our Mom's names!"
"No, or at least not yet...we can't have something extravagant and then something normal as twins. Another time."
"If I can cope with more than two." I muttered.
"You'll be fine, honey. Now, dinner is served!"
"What is it?"
"I have absolutely no idea right now!" He laughed, looking into the bag.
Rose and Em found a place. Two doors away from us. Granted, they have similar tastes, and knew we were getting the house, so most likely wanted to stay close to us. Edward was overjoyed, and kept on walking me to their house, to help them move in, since we had already done so. And let's put it this way- Rose beat Emmett in decorating. She took full credit, and Emmett stayed away from it happily. I caught up with Em and Rose for the day. With all the baby work and the moving house bit, I had hardly any time to do normal stuff. Besides eating and sleeping.
We hadn't had much time to get to know our neighbourly neighbours either, so the next day, even though my feet were almost half dead, we went to the person who lived in between us and Em and Rose.
Knock knock?
A bloke with blond hair has opened the door, and I tried to give the best first impression. Even though I'm 16 and pregnant.
"Morning! We're your new neighbours!" I thrust forward a pie we brought from the shop five minutes ago. The man laughed and accepted the food.
"Good morning, come inside?" I nodded and stepped in. "I'm Jasper Whitlock, but you can both call me Jazz. I live here with my wife, Alice. Alice!" He called her and a small pixie like girl came dashing down the stairs, beaming.
"Hi!" She ran up to us and gasped. "Oh my! How far are you?"
Referring to my babies, I think. Edward smiled as he told her, and looked at me with pride.
"that's amazing, Bella- I see you both on the TV all the time! Don't worry- we don't deal with paps well, so all your secrets are safe." Alice winked, and I smiled.
"Greaty."
"I promise you both of our neighbours didn't move because of us- they upgraded to move abroad. We've met Rose and Em already. It's like we've known them forever!"
I laughed. "I know how you feel. I was brought into their dysfunctional family from day 1 I moved in there."
Alice laughed along with me, a bell like sound. "We're gonna be the best of buddies!"
"How old are you?" I had to ask.
"21, and Jazz is 22."
I had a friend who was that age. On holiday. We'd got on really well. "Cool."
"How'd you fancy having coming to our barbecue tomorrow? Every neighbor invited!"
I looked at Edward. "Why not? Get a chance to get to know y'all."
Edward nodded. "That's very kind of you. We'd love to come."
Jazz smirked. "No problem. Be sure to invite your brother and his fiance when you see them."
"We were just heading over there, in fact. Do you want to join us?"
"Maybe next time, OK? I have to buy some more ingredients, and our BBQ has gone bust last minute- so we have to have it fixed."
"Alrighty then. We'll see you soon." I waved as we went off to Em's.
When we had arrived home at about 6pm, I relaxed with Edward on the sofa, and began to watch a movie we had borrowed from the happy couple. It was five minutes in that I started feeling hungry again.
"Edward. Do we have any ice cream?"
He let out a breath and got up, easing me down on the sofa, and headed for the fridge. "Er...yeah. Vanilla or Chocolate?"
"No. I want some Caramel. Not just caramel...Haagen Dazs Dulce de Leche ."
"We don't have any Haagen Dazs blurp blah ble blur."
"Can you get me some?"
"Bells!"
"Please? I really want some!"
He groaned, shutting the fridge door and grabbing his keys. "I'll be five minutes. You stay put. I could get Phil-"
"-hurry! No need for Phil!" I waved him off, but he shook his head.
"Bella last time-"
"-last time smlash time. I'll be fine. Hurry and get my ice cream, you fool."
Edward left in a hurry, and left my phone with me in case. "I'll be back."
I continued to watch the film, knowing I'd have to rewind it for Edward. A thumb of the door scared me straight, and I jumped on the sofa, only to find Edward had returned, and was knocking on the window. He waved me over, and I scampered up and unlocked the door for him. He smiled sheepishly, kissing my cheek.
"Sorry. Forgot the house keys." Earlier on his 18th, he purchased a silver Volvo, and I feel that I now rank second in his love. Edward put the car keys on the side desk. "They only had the smaller tub, so I got you that. They were just about to close."
"Thank you." I went back to the sofa and rewound the DVD. "Come on." And Edward cuddled down next to me to finish off the film.
As Emmett and Rose got settled into their wedding plans and moving in, I settled rather uncomfortably into my third trimester. Alice and Jazz often came around and Alice gave me loads of tips.
"My friend was pregnant, and she needed me there almost 24/7, and it was for one baby!" I sent her a tight smile, and she then address Edward. "If she looks like she wants to hit you, take that as a good sign that it'll be over soon. Do everything she asks for, otherwise there will be hell to pay." I sent Alice, the fashion-a-holic, and a local, to go find someplace where they personalize clothes, and she said she'll get some 'cute' outfits, and stitch it on herself. It was her career, fashion. She even said my babies could be her latest project.
She came back the next day, with a selection of matching clothes, but different colors and she had stitched on Luke and Lia on which clothes were for who. I couldn't thank her enough, seeing as Edward was busy keeping me company. And God! I was so tired! I slept most of my days, and I felt worse when i was up, waddling to places and appointments. My singing career was at a standstill at the moment, until my babies are settled into the world.
"Are you going to breastfeed them both?" Alice questioned encouragingly, and Jazz sighed.
"Baby, that's personal."
"No it's alright." I smiled. "I think I will. It's better for the babies, right? I'm gonna get one of those pump things so I don't have to be awake when Edward feeds them." I smirked at the proud and cringing Dad to be. "And besides, I can't pull out my breast in public! I may be famous, but I still think it's weird when other people do it! Eurgh!" Jazz laughed, nodding.
"I had that once. I sat next to a woman on the tube, and she just did that! I was thinking whether I should strike up one of those awkward conversations...'so...nice...um...blouse?' but I was too freaked and shut my mouth, before I blurt something dangerous out." I giggled. Jazz was incredibly funny. He was a comedian, so it kind of worked its way around.
It was getting closer and closer to my due date, and it has been said that twins are born earlier, so Edward helped me with the bag that will see me through the birth at the hospital. The hospital bag, to Alice's distraught, was just a plain bag.
"Come on! You have more than one designer bag up there- I've seen them! Please please please!"
"Alice..."
"Edward..."
I grew more and more impatient, and barely had it in me to stick around for my baby shower, to which our new friends and family arrived and literally showered me with motherly gifts. And of course, afterwards Phil had to check each one in case it were faulty, or had anything that could find information of us, which as I expected, hadn't.
More weeks past as things got too normal to bear, and I wanted these babies out of me. I had to have a 'meeting' with my manager and some other people of the company, which meant they had to come here as I became housebound, unable to move too much. Basically Kim and the company wanted to know when I wanted to start performing again, and that my baby story will be on what magazine, and which one would have official information etc etc... photos and bits and bobs.
Edward had stuck by my side for that, as he knew that one minute could be perfectly uncomfortable for me, and the next I would be in labor. Possibly.
It didn't happen. I was wondering whether the babies wanted to stay in there, or something.
That night I was on the sofa, with my two babies, and Edward comes back from next door. I turned around, giving him my 'look'.
"What do you want?"
"How do you know I want something?"
"You give me a certain look. Do you want anything?"
"Can I have some kiwis?"
"We've ran out."
"Well go find some."
Edward didn't move, and I sighed. "What are you doing?"
"Waiting for something."
"For what?"
"For a 'thank you'."
"Why?"
"Bella! I've done things for you time after time again- all I'm asking for is a thank you for the effort."
"Well have you ever thanked me for carrying these babies every hour of every day? I can hardly walk to the shop, never mind drive!"
"I do thank you, Bella! Every single day." he raised his voice, but I wasn't backing down.
"Well I obviously don't hear it enough then."
"No, you obviously don't hear it! I always tell you the little things- when was the last time you told me you loved me? You tell the babies that you love them, and I feel that my duty is over, and that you don't love me any more."
"Of course I love you Edward, but I'm kind of fed up of you hanging around all the time, expecting me to pop any minute!"
"You could pop any minute." He sighed, putting his hand on the door handle. "I'll go see if Em or Jazz have any."
"thank you." I muttered, turning around and stroking my stomach as the door slammed shut. "Sorry babies for hearing that, I love you both."
And suddenly everything changed inside. I felt different, and my eyes widened, and I jumped up as quick as I could, and felt the trickle down my legs.
"oh my God. They're here." Where was my phone? No time. I hobbled to the house phone and dialled Phil's number.
"Bella?"
"Phil. Oh God. My babies are coming. Please come quickly."
"Be there in a jiffy."
Oh God, oh God. Where was Edward again? I clutched my bulging stomach as I slid to the ground, shutting my eyes.
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