I just noticed today exactly it's been two months since I started writing this story! Wow what a journey it's been. Also if you've already read this update, don't reread it, just a grammar error i had to fix really quick.

This chapter means we are halfway through our story. How does it feel kids? Oh btw, Amber1990 and I are going to be writing a fic together called Satin and Revolvers so be on thelookout for it. You are going to be blown away by it's awesomeness!

This is kind of shorter then i planned, but just bear with me, I didn't want this deal to be long and drawn out okay?

You should all thank Yyrollam for always nudging me to write.

SM still owns all.

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EPOV

I felt as if my heart had stopped in my chest as I listened to Bella's story. Her eyes pleaded with me to be understanding. I knew she didn't want me to pass judgement on her because of something she couldn't control. And I didn't blame her.

But that didn't stop the pure unadulterated anger that surged through my veins. Carlisle had promised to check on her and the baby after hearing her tale, and she had looked at me for some sort of response. I willed my mouth to open. I wanted to go to her, and tell her it would be okay. Instead my legs carried me outside, as I heard a small sob escape her throat.

I had been standing outside for who knows how long when I heard the soft click of the door behind me. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Alice standing beside me.

"You need to go back inside Edward. You're making her feel like you blame her." She said sternly, her hand resting on my arm.

"Christ Alice, how could I blame her? I'd never blame her…," I admitted as I looked into the darkness, "but I can't go back in there."

The look Alice was giving me could bring a man to his knees, but I refused to look her full on as she contemplated what I had said.

"She needs you right now," was all she said before going back into the house. Sighing I raked my fingers through my hair as I tried to wipe the images of someone hurting Bella.

I felt nauseated as I thought about my child being subjected to such horrible things already. Not even exposed to the world yet and he had already tasted almost every drug. He had felt fear like nobody should have to feel through the body of his mother. He had experienced her pain as she had lived through it, trying her best to block it out for his sake.

It was all so unfair, to the both of them. I wanted to find Chris and ring his neck. I wanted to subject him to pain like he could've never imagined inflicting on Bella even. My blood boiled as I thought of how sweet the revenge would be to hurt Chris and Renee over and over. The longer I stood out in the darkness the darker my thoughts became, and I quickly felt disgusted with myself.

I didn't want to be like them. Didn't want to think like them. Yet here I was, contemplating my options for how to hurt these monsters. The door clicked again, as Rose stepped onto the porch. I could tell by the over abundant smell of perfume that permeated my thoughts.

"Come inside Edward. I know it's hard, but you need to deal with this together." Rose's voice was hard, but unlike Alice she made no attempts to touch me. "Quit being such a dick and come comfort the woman you love!" She spat before turning on her heel and slamming the door behind her.

I knew she was right, and after a few minutes I walked back into the house. Bella's head shot up as she saw me, hope filling her face. Her eyes were bloodshot and tears stained her cheeks. Looking at her I instantly felt the anger return, as I brushed quickly past her.

"Alice, set up a room for Bella," I commanded, as my sister shot daggers at my head with her eyes. She had every right to be pissed. I had demanded Bella and I be in the same room, and now I was demanding that she be nowhere near me. I was a prick in every sense of the word but I couldn't stop my actions as rage blinded my thoughts and rationality.

Slamming the door I collapsed onto the bed as I heard Bella's sobs begin again. I pinched the bridge of my nose as I heard mumbling in the living room. Thankfully nobody came to reprimand me anymore for my actions, and I fell into a restless sleep that night as I visions of Bella being tortured played behind my eyes.

BPOV

Two weeks. It had been two weeks since Edward had spoken to me, touched me, or even looked at me for that matter. Everyday I felt dirtier and uglier as I moped around the house, pretending to be happy for the others.

Alice was trying so hard to keep my spirits up as she took shopping trips, bringing me back maternity clothes that would make me look like some pregnant model. She spoke quickly and enthusiastically as she made plans for her future niece or nephew. Most of the time I couldn't help but smile at her contagious behavior, but my happiness would quickly be dashed as Edward continued to avoid me. He even refused to be in the same room as me.

The good news was that Carlisle had checked me out, and after running as many tests as he could before my little bundle of joy could be born and so far everything was coming back good. It was a huge sigh of relief that my baby would be okay. I wanted to tell Edward so he too could rejoice in the news, but after having him slam the door in my face Carlisle had decided to tell him instead. He had told me that Edward was relieved at the turn of events, but he still refused to face me.

The rest of the family was being as helpful as ever. Esme doted over me, and rarely allowed me to do anything, wanting to make sure I wasn't under too much stress. Rose was constantly chattering with me about the things that were going on at work while she wasn't around to supervise. Everyone had taken to working at home with the exception of Carlisle, who had transferred to the nearest hospital after giving up his residency back at home.

Emmett was constantly being noisy as we listened to numerous sports events come from his room followed by his huge cheers, or his anger ranting. I hadn't even been aware there were so many sports out there until being around Emmett. He always seemed to find something of interest, and I couldn't help but laugh when he threw a half eaten bagel at the TV screen when his golfer missed the putt.

Jasper kept to himself, always reading some sort of history book or watching something on the history channel. Despite his boring routines he was the one I preferred to be around as I always tended to feel so comforted when I was sitting by him. Occasionally we would get into heated discussions about events in history, where Jasper normally won, but most of the time spent together was spent in silence.

I was pleasantly surprised when the family presented me a brand new top of the line camera. It choked me up to know how much my picture taking meant to me, and I had begun to take pictures of the family in their everyday life as well as walking around in the small forest surrounding our house just capturing the beauty of nature.

Already I had a dozen pictures that I had printed that Alice had framed and placed throughout the house claiming I was the best photographer she had ever seen. I couldn't help but feel good at her praise, feeling as if for once I could do something right.

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Today was a strange day as I read the note that Alice had left me stating that the entire family had to leave. I hadn't been left alone since I'd be found and it felt strangely freeing and frightening as I looked around the house for something to do.

My stomach rumbled, so I went into the kitchen to make myself some breakfast as I hummed softly to myself.

"Where is everyone?" his voice cut through me and I felt my entire body stiffen.

"Out," I responded not even turning towards him to acknowledge his presence, "hungry?"

"Yea, actually," he responded and I didn't understand how he could be so formal with me after ignoring me for so long.

I finished up the food, as I placed it in front of him, while we both tried to look anywhere but at one another. Edward ate quickly, pushing away from the table as soon as he was done while he mumbled a thanks to me.

Cleaning the dishes quickly I headed outside with my camera, willing myself not to think about the brief encounter that had just taken place. The air felt fresh in my lungs as the sound of the shutter calmed me.

After a few hours I stepped back into the house feeling completely relaxed. Hearing the soft sound of the tv I headed to the spare room, hoping maybe Edward would at least talk to me a little. As soon as he noticed me he quickly turned the television off as he stood to leave.

Suddenly all of the weeks of rejection and avoidance hit me as I stood my ground in front of the door, not allowing him access to leave.

"What the hell is your problem?" I demanded, as he stared at me, his eyes dark.

"You know, if I really make you so sick that you can't even be in the same room with me well then….well then I'll just leave!" I shouted before turning on my heel.

Halfway down the hallway I felt his hand on my shoulder as he spun me around to look at him.

"Bella don't go…" he tried, but I was too hurt now to care what he had to say.

"You know what Edward," I yelled, shoving him off of me, "if I was really so disgusting then you should have just left me to fend for myself! It would've been easier than this!" Tears were streaming down my face at this point, and I could barely make out Edward's blurred vision as the weight of the hurt felt as if it were crushing my chest.

"First you tell me you love me, and then this! More rejection by someone I care about? More pain?! I would rather take what Chris did to me everyday for the rest of my life then this feeling you have put on me!" My knees gave as I slowly sank to the ground, my head in my hands.

"You think I hate you Bella?" his voice was soft and low as he stood above me, "I hate myself!" I was confused by his statement as I felt him sink the floor beside me, his back against the wall.

"He did things to you…to our child, and I couldn't do anything! Fuck. I should've been there. I should've never let you leave without me. I should've gotten to you sooner!" his fist pounded the floor beside me as I looked up at him to find tears pouring down his own face.

"I'm supposed to be able to protect you," he whispered, the look in his eyes heart breaking.

"Edward," I said placing my hand on his arm, "you can't carry that weight around. Nobody could've stopped it."

"I should've been able to Bella. You told me how dangerous he was. You told me you thought he knew where you lived. You were afraid he would find us everyday, and I didn't take your fears seriously. And now…now you've been hurt. Our child could've been killed along with you…who else could I blame?"

I didn't know what to say to him as I stared at his broken form beside me. Instead I snuggled up to him, and to my relief he wrapped his arm around me before placing a kiss on my forehead.

Even though I knew there was so much more that needed to be said I relished in the calming silence of our breathes together. With Edward's arms around me I knew that everything was going to be alright.

"Bella," Edwards voice was still soft and I hummed in response, "I really do love you. I'm sorry for being such a jerk."

"I know. We're just going to have to work on this together." I responded as my fingers absently traced patterns on his chest.

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Still kind of angsty? Yea but it needed to be done, and it is still pretty fluffy if you ask me. I'm thinking there might be two more chapters of fluff, but we'll see how this plays out as I keep writing. Hopefully in a few days I'll update again.

Possibly next chapter: finding out the sex of the baby!

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