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"Dr. Cullen, please don't mention this to anyone." My father pleaded, grabbing the man's arm over the cot, my mother held in his other arm as my mother came to.
"Charlie, I'm not even sure if she is pregnant. It could have just been exhaustion and shock from the long journey and moving to a new town. More than likely, she is not."
Immediately, the tension that I hadn't even noticed until that moment disappeared. I stared at them all, slightly shocked. Why even mention it if he thought it was highly unlikely, unless he was just saying that to sooth my family's nerves.
I turned my gaze back to where my savior stood and found, to my shock and dismay, that he was gone. I sighed heavily, letting my eyes close in disappointment. Who would want to be with used goods? Especially when she came with extra baggage.
I just wanted to disappear back in the black abyss.
"Miss?" The velvet voice asked, and I put it down to my imagination. Then a callused hand gently cupped my cheek, and I let my eyes open with an annoyed sigh that caught in my throat.
It was him!
"But I thought you left." I barely whispered, my voice so quiet it almost couldn't be heard.
"No!" He looked shocked momentarily, kneeling next to me. Then his face softened into a gentle smile. "No, why would I do that?" He tenderly rubbed my cheek with his thumb.
I didn't say anything. I couldn't voice those words. Tears filled my eyes and I adverted my gaze.
This was so embarrassing.
"No matter what's happened, I do not think that it means you should be treated as anything less than a lady." He caught my chin, making me look him in the eye. His face dead serious. "Somehow, I do not think that if you are pregnant, that you got so willingly."
I stared at him, stunned. How would…he couldn't…my thoughts turned to a jumbled mess, I couldn't even form a coherent thought, let alone a sentence.
He gave me a sad, knowing smile before standing back up and taking a step back.
I suddenly felt all alone and cold: empty. I apparently felt his lost quite keenly. I frowned at the thought. I didn't even know his name!
"Oh, Bella!" My mother exclaimed, seeing that I was awake, falling to her knees by me, clasping my hand in between hers. "Oh, my sweet, sweet darling." She whispered, brushing the hair off my forehead and tucking it behind my ear, her brown eyes identical to mine filled with tears.
"My sweet darling." She murmured, letting her forehead rest on the cot.
"Dr. Cullen?" Charlie asked, looking towards the doctor, Emmett standing silently behind our mother, watching me with a sad, haunted look in his dark blue eyes. My savior once again kneeling beside me-watching me with a somber, understanding smile-on the opposite side of my mother.
"Charlie," Dr. Cullen began, walking closer and putting his hands on my savior's shoulders, I looked at the fair-haired doctor in puzzlement. "You can be assured that me and my son shall not breath a word of any of this." He kept his gaze locked with my father's, never, not once, looking away.
"Your son?" Emmett asked, speaking for the first time in a long while.
He looked like he'd just been awoken from a very unpleasant dream, looking at my savior and Dr. Cullen with a slightly dazed look that gradually cleared and turned into suspicion as they narrowed on my savior who held my other hand.
"Yes, this is my eldest, Edward." Dr. Cullen said proudly, patting my savior on the shoulder.
All except for my mother looked at Edward, and then down at our hands, a frown appearing on all three men's faces and a blush on mine and Edward's. Suddenly the air was tense and hostile.
"Edward," Three voices started, all formalities forgotten in light of the situation.
"Where the hell is she!" The loud demand echoed through the room as the front door slammed against the wall.
Oh boy, here we go again.