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Eyes Like Yours

Chapter Thirteen - A Shade Of Violet

"So whose this then?" I nodded my head at the child.

She didn't answer me. She was acting way to strange for my liking. What the hell is wrong with her.

"Bella?"

She finally answered me this time. And its safe to say that it felt like I'd just been punched in the gut.

"He's my son. Our son".

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Our son.

My son.

What?

I'm dreaming. There isn't any other possible explanation. This is crazy. Its just not possible. This kid is not my child. No way. Bella is a lunatic. That's what this is.

"Edward?" the lunatics voice broke me from my daze. "Say something," she pleaded.

She wanted me to say something? Like what? Did she expect me to welcome this with open arms and burst into a joyous song. No. I don't think so. I still think she's crazy. I should probably take her to the hospital to get her head checked.

I look at her again. Those doe eyes are leaking tears now. Oh shit. Now she's crying. I cant stand to see her cry. I look away. I look at the boy instead. And for a brief second its like looking in a mirror. I see my eyes. Holy crap. He's mine, isn't he? Bella isn't a lunatic. I kind of feel like one now though.

The boy blinks, and looks up at Bella. He places a hand against her cheek; gaining her attention. He's probably wondering why his mother is upset. I wonder if she'll tell him that I am an ass-hole. That his father is an ass-hole. Because right now, an asshole is the only thing I know how to be.

I have to go. I cant do this now. I'm freaking out way too much. I need to get away from here.

"Please, will you just come in and talk to me?" Bella's still crying, but she manages to sob out a few words.

"No," I shake my head. "I have to go…..," I trail off as I turn away.

She's calling out to me, begging me to stay and talk to her, but I refuse to listen to her. I need to be by myself. To get my head around this.

I get into my car and drive away.

And I drive straight to the store. Straight towards that bottle of scotch that is beckoning to me. Two bottles should satisfy me. Right? Well, maybe just for now. I can always come back for more tomorrow.

My son.

Fuck.

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BPOV

Oh god, what have I done?

Why did I do that?

What kind of moron just blurts out life changing news like that. Congrats buddy, you're a daddy. Maybe I should have said it that way instead. I could have joked my way through it. Instead I practically just dump Sammy in his arms. He's probably half way to Seattle right now. Long gone.

I'm sitting on my lounge now, cradling Sammy tightly to my chest and sobbing. I'm trying to calm myself down for his sake. He can tell that something is wrong; that I am distressed and its upsetting him in return.

"Mama," he reaches up and touches my face.

I glance down and look into his piercing eyes; stroking his soft cheek. "I'm sorry baby," I whimper. "I'm sorry for scaring daddy away".

All I ever wanted was for my son to have his father in his life. And I finally thought that it was going to happen. A miracle of some sort had occurred, and Edward had been brought back into my life. But for what? So my son could get rejected? That's not what I wanted. But I guess it's happened anyway.

Edward wasn't ready for this. I should never have expected him to be ready. I just dumped it on him. I should have took my time; eased him into it. Not throw it in his face like the way I had. No wonder he freaked out and bolted.

I guess I should be glad that he didn't call me a liar. Because that would have just broke me down. I never would have been able to hear that.

I wanted to go and see him. Talk about this like adults. But I didn't want to push him. If I pushed him too hard he'd never want anything to do with us. I had to let him come to us. And when or if, he comes to us, we'll be ready. We'll welcome him with open arms.

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EPOV

I awoke with the mother of all hangovers. My head is pounding; like someone is smashing my head against a concrete floor. My mouth is dry, and my stomach is churning. I open my eyes, and shut them again immediately. It's daylight outside, and my curtains are wide open. The light hurts my eyes.

I roll off my bed and almost have to drag my sorry ass into my ensuite. I actually want to vomit. I know it will make me feel better.

I spend the next ten minutes doing just that, and afterwards I feel a tiny bit better. My heads still pounding, but I don't have the strong urge to spew anymore. I somehow manage to shower myself. I spend twenty minutes under the hot spray; attempting to wash away the stench of the scotch. I had drunk so much in the last forty eight hours, that it seemed like it had actually seeped into my skin. It smelt like I had been bathing in the scotch; not drinking it.

I feel like an idiot. Instead of speaking with Bella, I'd drunk away my problems. I wasn't proud of myself, that was for sure. I needed to pull myself out of this funk. I need to sort myself out and my feelings towards my newfound fatherhood.

But first off, I need to sort out this pig-sty that I call my home now. It had been two days since I had seen Bella, and I'd been moping around the house, drinking and eating ever since. Unpacking my house had been the last thing on my mind. There were boxes lying around everywhere and so much stuff needed to be put away still.

It took me two hours to get the place looking all spiffy. And once I was done, I found that I was starving. I looked at the time and noticed that it was six in the evening already. I'd slept through most of the day. It'd be time for bed again soon.

I made up a quick spaghetti bolognaise for my dinner, and while I ate, I thought about Bella. And my son. I didn't even know what his name was. I hadn't even bothered to ask. I felt like such a douche.

I should have had the decency to ask what his name was. Jesus, I should have had the decency to go back and see her. Instead, I had chosen to be a coward and had almost drunk myself into oblivion. What a great father figure I am.

Like I said.

I'm a douche.

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BPOV

Two days. It had been two days since Edward had ran from us. I've realised that forty eight hours is a bloody long time. I was growing more and more anxious by the hour.

On Tuesday I had managed to get my mind off him for a good few hours while I cooked and baked for the function. Jean had known straight away that was something was up. I always seemed to work harder and better when I was stressed out, and I was definitely stressed out. Jean had picked this up as soon as I got started on a pavlova.

I couldn't tell him my problems though. I couldn't tell anyone; not until Edward and I had discussed everything.

When that was going to happen though, I didn't know.

I was almost tempted to get in my car and just turn up at his place. He'd done it to me on Monday night, so why couldn't I just rock up on his doorstep. I knew why. It was because I was scared. Scared that he'd tell me to beat it, and that he wanted absolutely nothing to do with us.

Now it was late Wednesday night. Well actually, it was two am, so technically its Thursday now. Oh who cares. The point is, I cant bloody sleep. Stupid Edward.

I picked up the baby monitor and placed it on my chest. I could hear Sammy's deep breathing and the little sounds that he made while he slept. Unfortunately he had picked that habit up from me.

I was finally drifting off to sleep when my phone rang. The shrill sound of it scared the living crap out of me. I almost fell off my bed. Who the hell would be calling at this time of the night. Argh, I mean morning.

"Hello," I answered. I was met with the booming voice of Emmett.

"Bella. Its time. Rosie's having the baby," he yelled excitedly down the phone.

I felt a thrill pass through me. This was so exciting. "Where are you?" I asked.

"We're at the hospital now," he started. "We've been here for an hour, but she's almost fully dilated. They could ask her to start pushing at anytime now," he sounded so excited. I was so happy for him.

"What are you doing on the phone to me then? You should be in there with her," I laughed over the phone.

"Rosie asked me to call you. She wants you here," Emmett explained.

I was tired as hell, but Rose and Emmett were two of my best friends and I needed to be there for them. Rosalie hardly ever asked for anything. She was a strong woman and claimed that she would never ask anyone for help. Not unless she really needed it. And the fact that she was asking for me, well, I was surprised.

"Okay, I'll be there in a half hour," I told Emmett. "Give me time to wake Sammy and get changed. I'll be there as soon as, okay".

Emmett screamed a thanks down the phone, and hung up. I let out a little groan as I got out of bed. I hated to wake Sammy in the middle of the night. I didn't want to ruin his sleep pattern for tomorrow. But this was Rose, she'd probably kill me if I didn't turn up at the hospital.

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By the time I arrived at the hospital, Sammy had already fallen back asleep. I gently lifted him from the car and wrapped a warm blanket around him; trying my hardest not to wake him. It was freezing out and I wanted to keep him warm.

I made my way into the hospital and then up into the maternity wing. I spotted Esme and Carlisle straight away. They both looked extremely happy; their hands clasped together and talking quietly to each other.

My heart skipped a beat when I spotted Edward slouched in a chair opposite them. So he hadn't left town after all. No, he was just choosing to ignore me. Well, two can play at that game.

Esme's smile brightened even more when she spotted me. "Bella, you're here," she exclaimed as she and Carlisle stood from their seat. From the corner of my eye, I watched as Edward flinched at the sound of my name.

"How's Rose?" I asked the older couple.

"She's already had her," Esme cried happily.

I was a little shell shocked. "What? But I was only on the phone with Emmett about forty minutes ago," I stammered. "She's had the baby already?" I needed another conformation.

"Yes," Carlisle nodded. "We haven't seen the baby yet, but Emmett is going to bring her out as soon as she's cleaned and dressed," he explained.

I looked at Esme again, and watched as her eyes shined with tears. They were tears of happiness. This was her first grandchild and she was so proud. Well, technically, Sammy was her first grandchild. But she didn't know that yet.

"Is Sammy sleeping?" Esme asked as she grabbed the blanket and peered over; taking in Sammy's form. "You should sit down," she suggested as she led me over to a chair near Edward.

I was surprised when he gave me a quick smile. It was the last thing I had expected.

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EPOV

Sammy. That was my sons name. I overheard the conversation my parents were having with Bella, and I heard my mother call him Sammy. I figured that it must have been short for Samuel, or something along those lines.

I was surprised when Bella arrived at the hospital. I don't think she was expecting me to be there either. The look on her face when she seen me told me that. I wanted to go straight to her, and apologise for what I had done on Monday afternoon, but I knew it was not the time nor place to be talking about it. So I just left it.

I smiled at her when she sat down near me. I wanted to let her know I was okay. That there was no hard feelings. I hoped she understood that.

She didn't look or speak to me though. She kept up conversation with my parents; completely ignoring me. But I guess I deserved it. Id been ignoring her for two days now.

But while she wasn't looking at me, I took the chance to look at the baby curled up against her. She had a blanket wrapped around him; protecting him from the chill. I could see his small face peeking out from the blanket; fast asleep. I studied his face; his pink lips and rosy cheeks. His wild curls. He really was beautiful.

As I looked away from him, I found Bella staring at me. She knew what I was doing. She smiled a little as she turned away again. Was she happy that I was giving our son attention? I would say yes, she was.

We'd been sitting around for almost twenty minutes when Emmett finally appeared; a tiny pink bundle cradled in his arms. The smile on my brothers face was huge. I honestly had never seen him this happy. I was happy for him .

Bella and my mother cooed over my new niece, and Carlisle had a grin on his face like the Cheshire cat. If only my parents knew that they had another grandchild.

"So, what's her name? What did you and Rose choose?" Bella prodded at Emmett.

The smile had yet to disappear from his face. "Violet Rose," he announced. "We've named her Violet Rose".

Hmm.

Violet Rose Cullen.

It was nice. Perfect name for a little girl.

I couldn't help but feel jealous as I watched my brother with his daughter. I had a son, but I wasn't there for his birth.

I wasn't there for anything, full stop.

And It hurt.

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