BPOV

Shit. Shit. Shit. How could this happen? Well, I wasn't stupid, I knew how this could happen, I just didn't want to admit it. I had been throwing up for a week now and just realized how long it had been since I had had my period. I had always been pretty irregular, so I hadn't thought much about it until now. I had always been so consistent about taking my birth control pills, but now I realized that I had gotten pretty lax about it once I had gotten back to school for the fall semester, thinking I wouldn't get to see Edward until November. I grabbed my keys and my purse and darted out the door to head to the nearest drugstore.

I knew I looked like hell. My face was flushed from my repeated illness and my hair was in a horribly messy ponytail. I had thrown on a pair of jeans and one of my old t-shirts. Poor Alice would have a heart attack if she knew I was going out in public like this.

I wandered around the drugstore, unsure of what to do. I certainly had no experience with this. I couldn't tell the difference between any of the tests so I quickly threw three different ones into my basket. Ten minutes later I was sitting in my apartment staring at the tests, too nervous to open them and find out the news that I knew would drastically change my future.

With a sigh I picked up my phone and called Edward.

"Hello," an annoyingly nasal voice answered. I was taken aback – who was this chick answering my Edward's phone.

"Um . . hello. Is Edward there?" I asked.

"Edward is a little indisposed at the moment," she replied, her voice full of innuendo.

"Oh. Uh." This day just wasn't getting any better. "Would you mind telling him I called?"

"That would require you telling me who this is calling," she replied shortly.

I'd had it. "Bella, his girlfriend." I made sure to emphasize the word girlfriend. I don't know who this chick was, but she'd better stay away from my Edward. I knew I'd normally not have these jealous type reactions, it wasn't like I didn't trust Edward completely, but my emotions were everywhere.

The girl on the phone scoffed, "I'll be sure to let him know." And with that, she hung up the phone.

Now, not only was I stressed out, I was also pissed off. I knew I needed to take the tests and have that answer first. I grabbed the bag containing all three tests and headed for the bathroom. I carefully read each set of instructions and went about taking all three pregnancy tests.

Ten minutes later I was staring at three tests all giving the same results – I am pregnant. I was desperately trying to think of things logically, but I couldn't stop the panic from building up. Edward and I had talked about the possibility of having kids sometime in the future, but way in the future, after I was done with my Master's and he was out of Med School. I wasn't ready for this. We weren't ready for this.

I called and made an appointment for the next day at my OB-GYN, wanting to have it professionally diagnosed and see what I needed to do in order to take care of the baby.

Edward called that evening and at that point I had decided that I would wait to tell him until he was home for Thanksgiving next week. I am horrible at hiding my emotions though and he knew something was wrong. I just kept insisting that I just had a bad day.

"So . . " I started, "who were you with earlier today?"

Edward seemed confused, "When? I haven't been around anyone. I had class this morning, came home to take a shower and get changed and headed to work."

I sighed, suddenly having a strong gut feeling as to who I was talking to earlier. No wonder Edward hadn't gotten the message that I called him. "And where did you leave your phone when you took your shower?"

Edward seemed to think about the question for a few moments before replying, "I think I left it on the kitchen table. Why?"

I smiled into the phone, "I just had an interesting conversation earlier with your ever friendly roommate."

Edward groaned, "Don't tell me Victoria answered my phone?"

"Yep," I said, popping the 'p'. "I really don't think she likes me."

"You know not to take anything she says to heart, right B?" he asked, sounding seriously concerned.

"I know Edward. She just better keep her hands away from my man."

Edward laughed, breaking the tension. "All yours."

"I love you," I told him.

The next day I packed a bag and headed to Forks as soon as my Algebra class was finished. I had already called in sick to work and had told Charlie that I would be staying the night with him. My appointment was for three o'clock with Dr. Gerandy at Forks General Hospital.

Dr. Gerandy just confirmed everything I already knew. He gave me tips on changes I needed to make to my diet and gave me a prescription for some prenatal vitamins and some nausea medication. I went straight from the hospital to the pharmacy to the nearest bookstore and picked up several books on pregnancy and parenting. I then headed to Charlie's.

I returned to Seattle the next day, prepared to work my evening shift at 'The Bookworm'. I only had to suffer through a few more days, then Edward would be here and we could work this all out. I knew everything would be better when Edward got here.

EPOV

I looked around the airport for Bella – she was always waiting for me right at the gate before. I had been standing here for almost fifteen minutes and was just about to head to the baggage claim to get my bags.

"Edward!" I heard her call, fairly breathlessly. I looked up to see my beautiful girl flushed with a sheen of sweat on her forehead as she ran towards me. I held my arms open as she jumped into them. "Sorry I'm late," she said, burying her head in the crook of my neck.

We grabbed my bags and headed to her car. I couldn't help notice the changes in her – her hair hung limply down her sides and didn't have it's normal shine, her cheeks appeared sunken in, like she had lost an unhealthy amount of weight, and her smile didn't reach her eyes like it normally did. It almost had a sad quality to it. She still had on her signature jeans and my Forks High Baseball sweatshirt.

"So, back to Forks?" she asked, sliding into the driver's seat.

I nodded, still distracted by her appearance. We drove back to Forks in near silence, the only sound from the radio, which was turned so low I could barely make out what song was playing. Bella pulled up to my house but made no move to get out of the car.

"Are you not coming in, Love?" I asked, thoroughly confused. Bella always came in to see my family.

She shook her head, "I'm not feeling very well, I think I'm going to head on over to Charlie's and take a nap."

My brows furrowed. "Do you want me to come with you?"

Bella gave me a weak smile and shook her head, "Nah, I appreciate it, really, but I'm just going to go lay down. You need to go see your family. I'm sure Ali is bouncing off the walls ready to see you."

I nodded my head and reached in to run my fingers along her cheek, "Okay, I'll call you later." She nodded in response, "Love you, B."

She looked up at that and made eye contact for the first time since she had picked me up at the airport. "I love you too Edward."

I threw my bag over my shoulder and made my way into my parent's home, alone. Of course everyone asked where Bella was and why she hadn't come in. She always came in. I couldn't get her haggard look and distant attitude out of my mind. She'd been acting off for a couple of weeks now.

"So what's really up with B?" Alice asked as she bounded into my room and jumped onto my bed.

I ran my fingers through my messy hair, Bella was really starting to stress me out. "I don't know Ali. All I ever get out of her is the occasional 'I've had a rough day', but she doesn't ever elaborate. Has she said anything to you?"

Alice shook her tiny head. "No, I was hoping you could shed some light on the situation. She seems so distant lately. She doesn't answer my calls half the time anymore. I'm really getting worried about her."

"Me too Ali, me too."

Thanksgiving Day went off without a hitch and Bella seemed to be halfway back to her old self. She insisted she was feeling better after she had rested yesterday, but I still noticed she didn't eat very much. I was almost to the point I was going to ask her to have Carlisle check her out.

It was now Friday evening and Bella and I were curled up on the couch watching tv.

"Edward," she started, her voice breaking just saying my name.

"Yes, Love," I responded, lifting my hand to move the hair back that had fallen in her face.

"We really need to talk."

My breath caught in my throat, "Okay . . ."

Bella looked down and I swear I saw a tear fall. I lifted my hand to gently lift her chin so she was forced to look at me. "Bella, you can talk to me about anything you know."

Bella gave me a weak smile and wiped the tear from her face. "I know Edward, I know." She paused for a moment, then went on, "I just really don't think you're going to like what I have to talk to you about."

"EDWARD!" Emmett yelled from the top of the stairs, effectively breaking the little bubble Bella and I had enclosed ourselves in.

"What?" I snapped back at him. I really needed to know what Bella wanted to talk to me about.

"Rizzolski is throwing a party and we are all going!" Emmett continued, his voice still impossibly loud.

"Nah, man, I think B and I are going to just crash here for the night."

"But you never get to see any of your old friends from Forks," he argued.

Bella gave me a weak smile, "He's right Edward, let's go to the party. We can talk later."

What? Bella never volunteered to go to a party. She was so much more comfortable sitting around the house with one of her worn copies of Wuthering Heights. I suddenly had a sneaking suspicion that Bella was volunteering to go to this party just to avoid talking to me.

Bella unwrapped herself from the blanket we were cuddled in and made her way up the stairs to Alice's room.

BPOV

I am such a chicken. I've had the whole weekend to tell Edward about the baby, but I just couldn't bring myself to tell him. This was going to change everything. I had almost gotten the guts to tell him on Friday night, but Emmett had interrupted us. I couldn't deny that I was relieved. So here we were, back at the airport and Edward was about to get on a plane to New Hampshire. I've got to tell him soon, before anyone else finds out. Not that I'm starting to show yet, but that won't last long, and Angela has certainly been nosey about my constant nausea and vomiting. I will be so glad when this morning sickness is over with.

"Bella," Edward interrupted my self-depreciating internal rant, "We're running out of time here, what did you want to talk to me about?"

I shook my head and wrapped my arms around him. "I know, this isn't exactly a middle of the airport type of conversation."

"But you will talk to me?" he asked, "Whenever you feel ready?"

I nodded my head, hugging him tighter. "I promise."

I could feel Edward nod above me, "Okay, that's good enough then." And with that, he turned and walked toward the terminal.