A/N: This is a continuation from the February 15th entry for "Divorce". It was an entry that I wasn't quite finished with, but the word limit cut me off. And even now, it's still very incomplete. But it is one of my definite possibilities for the future. :)

Penname: kyla713
Creative Original or Derivative Fiction: Derivative

Rating/Warning(s): M

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Prompt: Dialogue Flex: "Just do this for me," she pleaded.

"Honey, nothing is going to change except for the fact that we're not married and…"

"I'm pregnant, Edward," she said, bringing her gaze to meet his and his face froze in shock.

His eyes widened as she spoke, his heart pounding in his chest. "Pregnant? Are you sure?"

She nodded and averted her gaze from him, her arms hugging around her middle. "Yes. I'm three weeks late and I took a test this morning."

"Bella, how… when we…" he stammered, shaking his head in disbelief. "Has there been someone else?"

Her eyes snapped to his and her hand met his cheek sharply. "If you can ask me that question, then it's a good thing we're divorced. Because after eight years, you don't know me at all."

He raised his fingers to his face and watched as she stood, storming toward the stairs and hurrying down them. "Shit. Bella!"

He called out after her, lifting himself from the floor and running down the stairs, catching her just outside the courthouse doors.

"Bella, stop. I'm sorry, you're right. That was a stupid question, but how?"

"That night we met for drinks to discuss the proceedings, we ended up back at your place when I drove you home. We fought and uh…"she replied as she stared at the ground, gesturing her hand to continue when words failed her. "I left early the next more, before you woke up."

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked after drawing in a deep breath.

"I never expected this to come out of it, and you didn't remember on your own so…"

"The baby, Bella," he said tightly, gazing out at the parking lot with his jaw clenched. "Why didn't you tell me about the pregnancy before we went in there and signed the papers?"

She turned her head to look at him but he was still avoiding eye contact. "Would you have signed them?"

His body tensed and his arms folded over his chest as his gaze fell.

"That's why," she said gently and sight, stepping in front of him and taking his face in her hands. "We've been trying for all of Emily's life to work this out for her, and it never did because it was the wrong reason. This baby can't fix it either."

"But I still love you, Bella," he choked out and for the first time, was unable to keep himself from breaking down in front of her.

She gazed at him, stunned by his actions and fought back more of her own tears as his arms slid around her waist. He'd been so strong through the whole process, never so much as hinting at how much this was hurting him as well. Wrapping her arms around him, she ran her hand gently over his back and swallowed hard; it was her turn to be the strong one. "I love you too. But we both know this is best for everyone."

He nodded against her shoulder and cleared his throat, straightening and running his hands along her sides. "I know."

She felt his lips press against her forehead and she bit her lip, pulling back from him slowly. "I need to get home for Emily's bus."

"Yeah, uh," he pulled back uncomfortably, looking down at his watch. "I have to meet with a client in an hour. Tell her I'll be by later to see her?"

"Ok," she replied softly with a nod, walking toward her car and turning to glance at him one more time before they got into their cars. With a small wave and a forced smile, she got into her car and started it up. She needed to get away as soon as she could before she burst into tears again.

x-x-x

3 months later

"Okay, she's asleep, I should go," he whispered softly as he closed Emily's door behind him and began walking down the hall.

She took hold of his elbow, pulling him back and guided his lips to meet hers. His arms circled around her waist as he instinctually responded to her kiss, but just as quickly placed his hands on her hips and pulled away.

"Bella, we can't keep doing this," he said, shaking his head and gazing down at her.

"Why not?" she asked, her hands grasping his shoulders.

"It's confusing things."

She sighed heavily and nodded, resting her forehead on his chest. "I know. I just miss you."

"Don't…"

"Can you," she started, raising her face to look up at him. "Stay for a while tonight? A movie or something maybe? Just… I really don't want to be alone tonight."

"Bella…"

"Just do this for me," she pleaded, her eyes tearing. "Just this once, please."

He took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay."