So someone said they thought Edward might be too accepting and things might be going to fast. In response I say...we're only two chapters in...read on! :)

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BPOV

I awoke early that morning, prying myself from Edwards's arms as I hurtled towards the bathroom. I hoped Edward wouldn't wake to the sound of me getting sick. It was bad enough I was mere feet away from him vomiting in his bathroom; I didn't need him awake to witness this too. I especially didn't need the sympathy and comfort he would surely try to give me.

I rose slowly from the tile, the feeling of fatigue hit me instantly. My little night terror had not gone unnoticed by my body. Staring at myself in the mirror I noticed how shallow and sullen I looked, and only after missing a few hours of sleep. I cringed at the acidic taste in my mouth, wishing I had a tooth brush.

Knowing the calm in my stomach wouldn't last for long I decided it was better off if I didn't brush my teeth; besides I had recently discovered the taste of tooth paste made me vomit. Instead I leaned against the door frame staring at Edward. His lips were pouted and there was a crease in his brow. My heart jumped as I stared at him, causing me to quickly look away. Staying here last night had been a bad idea. I contemplated leaving again before he awoke before I was reminded that I had left my car at the restaurant last night. There was no way I could walk all the way there, it was nearly 7 miles away. Maybe I would have enough for a cab.

That thought was quickly dashed as I felt my last meal ready to make its appearance. I spun around, knocking into the counter I felt a sharp stab but pushed it aside as I groped for the toilet. The ache in my side was only intensified by the rejection my body was giving to the food. God the noises coming out of me sounded horrible, please Edward don't wake up. I couldn't think of anything else as my body purged every last ounce of food or liquid from my body. I cringed when I felt someone rubbing small circles on my back.

"Go away," I moaned, before another wave of sickness took over. He didn't need to see me like this. Why was I trying to impress him right now? No, I told myself, you are just trying to spare him having to watch this grotesque scene unfold.

"I can't just leave you like this," he whispered, causing butterflies in my stomach, which in my current condition only made me feel worse.

"Can't a pregnant lady just puke in peace?" I gasped out trying to catch my breath.

I heard Edward sigh beside me, but thankfully I heard him close the door behind him a few moments later. Immediately I felt guilty for pushing him away. He had only been trying to help. Finally I felt that the wave of sickness had passed. I cupped water in my hands, rinsing my mouth and splashing my face. It was time to face the music and start my day.

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EPOV

A loud noise startled me awake, and I glanced down noticing Bella was no longer beside me. 'Not again,' I internally groaned, wishing I had been holding her tighter. Suddenly I heard a noise in the bathroom, and rushed inside to make sure everything was alright. I felt like I was intruding, but couldn't bring myself to leave her side as she experienced wave after wave of sickness. Finally she seemed to notice my presence as I gently rubbed her back. She begged me to leave, and I finally complied figuring I could make us breakfast instead.

The smell of coffee began to fill the room as I stared into the fridge wondering what Bella liked to eat. Surely she would want to eat after all of that. I started cooking some eggs when she walked out.

"Hungry?" I smiled at her, as a look of distaste crossed her face.

"Oh God, no food please," she groaned before gently resting her cheek on the cool counter. Her face looked pale, and I could tell she was exhausted.

"Is there anything else I can get you?" I asked, feeling as if I should be doing something. She only shook her head. Putting the eggs on a plate, I turned away from her and began to wash dishes. I couldn't understand why I was so drawn to her. Everything she did inspired me to touch her, but I knew I couldn't. "Do you need me to take you by your place before the doctor's appointment?" Her head shot up suddenly.

"Yes, that would be amazing. These clothes are almost as disgusting as I feel." I smiled; glad that she could joke around even after such a hard night and rough morning.

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Despite the fact that she didn't have a change of clothes, it still took her an hour before she was ready to head to her apartment. I ended up dropping her off at her car and followed her over to her place. I took notice that it wasn't in the safest of neighborhoods and the realization made me frown. We stepped over her drunken neighbor to get to her door, Bella shooting apologies at me with her eyes.

By 9:30 we were on the road heading to the hospital. Bella turned to me then, looking much better after her shower and I could tell she was getting ready to interrogate me.

"So I talked about myself last night, what do you do exactly?"

"I'm an architect, it's boring stuff really," I tried to shy away from the question, but she looked at me confused, "what?"

"Well just…that's such a prominent job and you live in a…" her sentence cut off, and I could tell she was trying not to offend me, but I just laughed.

"An apartment? Yea I know. Just because I live there doesn't mean I'm poor, I just don't see the point in buying a house. I mean come on; it'd just be me and some stuffy house. I feel closer to people in an apartment." She looked away thoughtfully, and I bit my cheek before quickly adding, "Of course I could find a reason to buy a house now…for the baby of course."

Her cheeks flushed a gorgeous crimson and I marveled at the way it accented her face as I wondered if it was a good blush or a bad blush.

"So what's it like being an architect?"

"Well, most of the time you get investors who want clone buildings: ya know buildings that look like all the other ones you see in every other city," I chuckled, running my hands through my hair, "but every once in a while we get the ones who want something innovative, and then it's great. You get to be part of something new and original and there are no boundaries. Now those are my favorite to be contracted for."

I glanced sideways at her and notice a smile on her lips, "What?" I asked, as she turned towards me her smile growing larger.

"Nothing," she said, "you just sound like me when I talk about my pictures." I smiled, looking ahead as I realized I did, goofy smile and all. I truly love my work.

Before I knew it we were turning into the parking lot, and I walked around the car opening the door for her. I followed her into the tiny building, and scoffed at the conditions it looked like it was in. Maybe if Bella couldn't pay for a good doctor she would allow me to, I would have to talk to her about it later.

The receptionist effectively ignored us for five minutes before I cleared my throat, trying to announce that we weren't going anywhere. She looked up annoyed at the interruption, and I cringed at her nasal voice.

"May I help you?" she squawked, placing both hands on either side of her hips.

"I have an appointment," Bella said timidly refusing to meet the woman's gaze.

"Name?"

"It should be under Chloe, Chloe Bella," I turned to her suddenly, had I had her name wrong all along? She turned to me than with pleading eyes, signaling that she would explain to me later. I smiled weakly at her, shrugging my shoulders slightly. The receptionist than told us to take a seat, to which Bella turned to me.

"I have to give a fake name," she whispered so softly I had to strain to hear, "Chris is still constantly checking for me, I can't slip up, even at the doctor's."

"But you told me your real name, or did I get another fake name?" I hadn't intended to sound so upset, it was up to her if she wanted to tell me the truth about anything, but I desperately wanted her to trust me.

"Yes, I told you my real name," she sighed, seeming upset, and I immediately felt guilty for causing her stress, "nobody knows me by that name but you…honestly I don't know why I gave you my actual name. When we first met it was fine because you just knew my first name, but when I saw you yesterday I just felt like…." she glanced around, afraid of the demons chasing her again before leaning even closer to me, her voice on my ear causing me tingles, "I just felt like I had to. I trust you." She pulled back quickly, staring at the floor.

I leaned over to her then, "Good, because I want you to know you can always trust me. No matter what." She let out a relieved sigh as she smiled sideways at me.

A nurse stepped out, calling us back and Bella stood up, frowning as she leaned back to say one last thing to me, "You know it would be better if you stayed away from me," and with that she turned and walked towards the door, a new smile in place as I followed dumbfounded after her.

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"See that there," the doctor pointed to a mass at the screen, and I squinted trying to make out something that would actually look like…well something. Bella beamed though nodding her head vigorously; at least she knew what the hell she was looking at. The doctor looked at me noticing the look of confusion and concentration on my face.

"It doesn't look like much now, but that's your baby." I frowned; my baby looked like an alien blob. "Oh and that," the doctor continued on, "that's the heartbeat. Congratulations!" The doctor then told us he was going to go make a print of the ultrasound, before leaving the room. I continued to look at the screen, trying to make out any features that would make that thing a human.

"Edward," Bella placed her hand on my shoulder, "you okay?"

I looked at her than, "Bella, I don't know how to tell you this, but our child looks like a bean." She laughed than, and I took in just how happy she looked. If I had thought I wanted to keep the smile from last night forever, than it was obvious I had never seen this smile before. Bella was radiating happiness and beauty. Note to self: talk about our baby ALL THE TIME. We both continued to look at the screen.

"I hope he looks like you," she confessed, "you have the most beautiful green eyes, and that adorable dimple," I looked at her surprised as she tried to turn her burning face away. She was embarrassed for admitting she was attracted to me but, she was attracted to me! I decided I shouldn't let it go to my head, instead I figured I would show her just how attracted I was to her as well.

"Nah, the kid would do better off with yours. Those chocolate brown eyes and that drop dead smile. Nobody will be able to tell him no." If I had thought Bella couldn't get any more red my current compliment had just proved that wrong. I couldn't help but think how beautiful the color was on her, and thought they should name that color after her. We made small talk after that about nothing important, as we both refused to look at one another instead staring at the screen.

In the silence my mind swam with images of Bella and our child, laughing and playing together. I had never seen anything more perfect.

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BPOV

"You can stay again tonight if you'd like," Edward offered, but I knew I needed to brave this out on my own. I couldn't get too reliant on him. I didn't even want to get close to him.

"No, I'm fine," I replied, as I hastily unbuckled my seat belt my hand on the door. I stopped before climbing out of the car, "here you can have this picture. I'll take the next one," I offered before shutting the door, cutting off any chance of Edward arguing with me.

I had to climb over my drunken neighbor again to get into my apartment, and blushed at the thought of Edward having seen where I live. It was nothing new to me, if my neighbor wasn't by my door passed out he was pounding on it, asking me if I had any money or booze. I glanced at the clock, noting how late it was before grabbing my camera and dashing off. I had a wedding to do.

Thankfully traffic was bearable, and I still managed to make it to my appointment half an hour early as I prepared to set up. Weddings were always my favorite and worst events. I loved seeing two people in love celebrating together. I loved the look on the grooms face as his future bride walked towards him. I hated the feeling of loneliness that accompanied watching two people solidify their lives together.

Today was no exception as I snapped photo after photo, except that today Edward kept popping into my mind. When the groom reached up to wipe away the tear of his bride as she beamed back at him, I wondered if Edward would do that for me. When the couple cut the cake and the husband only slightly smeared cake on his wife's face so as not to ruin her makeup, I wondered how Edward would feed me our wedding cake. By the time the first dance was being played I was internally kicking myself at letting all these thoughts of Edward consume my day. I could not think this way. I was not normal, and I could never have this for myself. I ducked out, after letting the bride and groom know I would get them their proofs right away.

It was dark out now, and I was glad my neighbor was nowhere to be seen or heard as I quickly unlocked my front door, flipping on a few lights. I put my gear down, as I walked to the kitchen to grab myself a glass of water. As I was filling the glass I got the feeling I was being watched and quickly spun around to find myself face to face with nothing. I sighed, laughing at myself for being so silly. Who would be here?

I leaned against the counter, sipping the water when I noted that things looked like they had been moved around in my apartment. That wasn't possible was it? Instantly my body tensed. I stood still, my eyes wide as I listened for any unusual sounds. There was nothing, but I still couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Grabbing a knife from the chopping block I slowly began to move through every room, checking every space for any signs of anything. I found nothing.

Walking into my bedroom, I placed the knife on my night stand before lying down. Maybe I just needed some sleep, after all I was exhausted.

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I awoke hours later to what sounded like a door being closed softly. I held my breath, grabbing hold of the knife, clutching it tightly to my chest as I stuck my head under the covers. Trying not to move, I could've sworn I saw my bedroom door open slightly before being closed again through a crack in the blanket. I distinctively heard the click, and my heart began hammering in my chest. Shut up, shut up, shut up, I demanded of the traitorous organ. Squeezing my eyes shut, I could swear I heard the sound of breathing only a few feet from my bed.

My body threatened to shut down as the panic began to set in. I felt a slight breeze on top of my head; it felt as if someone had just touched my hair. I wanted to scream, I wanted to jump up and stab the offender, but instead I clutched the knife to my chest even tighter, as I felt the circulation began to cut off in my fingers. The intruding touch continued down the shape of my body causing me to let out a tiny squeal. I quickly clapped one of my hands over my mouth, praying the intruder hadn't heard that. There was a soft chuckle, as the fingers twirled a piece of my hair in between them. I bit the inside of my hand, warning myself not to make any further noises.

Just as quickly I heard the door click again, and I waited, listening for the sound of the front door opening and closing. If it was a robber, they could have whatever they wanted. But what if it's not? my mind whispered, a chill rushing through my body. I knew there was no way it was a robber. A robber wouldn't just come in a touch me like that. There was only one person who would sneak into my house and touch me. I wanted to rip every hair from my head; this just wasn't fair.

After what felt like an eternity I finally heard the front door open and close. Slowly I rose from my bed, unwilling to turn on a light. I continued to clutch the knife to my chest, as I stealthily opened my door. Everything seemed peaceful which unsettled me even more, so I ran.

Before even realizing what I was truly doing I had sprinted out the front door, and was in my car driving as fast as I could down the street. Every few seconds I glanced in the mirror, convinced someone would be following me. My mind suddenly flashed to horror movies, with the killer in the back seat, and I swerved to the side of the road, jumping out and inspecting every inch of my car for anyone. There was nothing, but I realized than I was still holding the knife. I threw it on the floor of my passenger seat before speeding off again.

I drove around for hours to afraid to go home, but I knew I couldn't drive forever as my eyes kept threatening to close on me. I wasn't sure where I was going to go until I came to the parking lot. I knew I shouldn't be here, but I threw my car into park as I quickly jumped out. I was going against everything I had ever promised myself, but I didn't care. I had to be in the one place I truly felt safe.

Edward answered on the third knock, and didn't even question my late night call or my crazed look as I stood before him in my pajamas without any shoes on. He stepped aside letting me in. I stood by the couch, facing Edward as he shut the door. He turned and pulled me to him embracing me. My muscles began to unclench feeling the strength of his hold on me. My heart rate began to slow as he ran his fingers under my eyes. It was then I realized I had been crying the entire time.

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