I totally heart this chapter, and I hope y'all do too! I've worked on this one for a bit how, and I have another one coming with this so the suspense is pittiful...Well, the internet wasn't working but I kept writing and I wished I could get these out sooner...but my sister is a totally jealous person...our computer sucks...The point is -- here it is!

Six weeks later...

BPOV

My mom and dad were at work and Jasper was at school, while I was home alone.

Things changed faster than I thought possible and the things I wished for shattered in an off-beat. My life was a mess. A sadistic, tortured mess.

Edward and I had been moving along perfectly and we'd found the time to be intimate. All those study sessions were more fun that we were both calling for some study time. Our parents didn't know we weren't exactly studying for school, but our siblings totally knew it, and sometimes helped us get that time we needed to be alone. I was grateful to them for helping us because I was falling even more in love with Edward each second we spent together and were intimate together. Alice, Emmett, Jasper and even Rosalie were so helpful to us and just surprisingly kind. But they couldn't help me now. Well, I only hoped it would be us and not just me.

Clutching the porcelain rim in my clammy hands I heaved up my empty stomach again for the millionth time today. I could feel my body getting weaker and more painful with each vomit. I wasn't liking this for obvious reasons, because of what it all meant. Well, what I was sure it meant. But I guess I wasn't sure about any of it.

I stumbled down the stairs, clutching at the railing for support and went to the kitchen. I felt like utter shit. My head throbbed, my stomach ached and I was constantly puking up my guts, so I was not going for food. It was time to take these matters in full force and get help to prove or deny what I thought was wrong. It was around twelve-thirty so I grabbed the phone and dialled Edward's number as fast as possible, before I had another chance to vomit up a empty stomach.

Ring, ring, ring...

"Hey, baby. How are you feeling?"

"Edward?" I croaked breathlessly into the phone, sliding down the cupboards and putting my whirling head between my knees. "Oh, just like shit."

"Do you have the flu?" he asked with concern. "Because I can get you something now, its lunch..."

Rubbing at my sleep-deprived eyes I mumbled, "Edward, will you come over for a bit?"

"Right now?" he said softly. I could hear an abruption of voices that I noticed as the gang. Suddenly I was wishing I was with them and not stuck here, sick as a dog.

"Yes," I breathed. "I really need you come over...so I won't feel so alone...Please?" I was nearly pleaded even though I wouldn't have to. Edward would do nearly anything for me, and I knew it. "And could you pick me up some ginger ale?" I added. That stuff was always soft on my stomach when I was sick.

"Oh, baby, of course. I'll see you soon, okay?" Edward asked.

"Yeah. I love you."

"I love you, too." The line went dead and I set the phone down on the floor after turning it off. My fingers massaged my throbbing and pulsing temples to relax. I wanted nothing more than for this nightmare to be done and over with. I would hold onto the hope that this was an actual nightmare until Edward got here, then I'd know whether it was reality or not.

With a glass of water I jumped up onto the corner of the cupboard, resting my head in the nook if the two. I hate my life, I chanted over and over, mentally kicking myself for my stupidity.

While I moped, sitting on the counter, I heard the familiar crunch of stones under weight and then a knock on the door. "Come in!" I shouted, ignoring how uncomfortable it felt to do that. The door opened with a little squeak and Edward called, "Hey, baby!" He came into the kitchen looking gorgeous as ever and holding a bottle of ginger ale. I smiled more genuinely then I had that day. "The queen requested some of this," Edward teased, slipping it into the door of the refrigerator.

"The queen, eh?" I asked with a laugh. "Well, then I think the queen has a few more requests." I opened my legs and arms to him. Sometimes I just couldn't help acting flirtatious and suggestive with Edward because it was always fun. I wrapped my arms and legs around his body, resting my head on his shoulder.

"Still feeling like shit?" Edward whispered, running his hands along my spine lightly. I shiver, melting into his figure and said, "Like shit and hell."

For a moment we just stood there, holding each other, and I began to feel better about it all. But there was still someone who needed to know. But as I started to pull back I actually began to feel out current position. Having Edward's body pressed against my most private area always had me instantly wanting a release. I wanted him badly when he was in-between my legs. Without a second of though I pulled back fast enough that Edward looked up in surprise, but I quickly kissed him. And kissed hard.

He gently pushed me back, careful not to hurt my feelings. "Bella, I'd rather not get sick. I'm sorry, baby." He did actually look kind of sad. I exhaled in annoyance and frustration, leaning my head back.

"Its not something you can catch, Edward," I mumbled, sighing. As I looked back to Edward I saw his eyes were looking at my cleavage. I immediately slapped my hands over the big line my bra created. Sense I'd been home alone, I'd thrown on a pair of white boyshorts and an elbow-length white shirt with all the buttons undone. Of course I was now feeling a little embarrassed. "Edward, what the hell!?" I snapped, leaning away from him.

"Oh, Bella, I'm sorry," Edward quickly apologized, even flushing a little. "I didn't mean to...its just..." He exhaled. "I'm sorry."

"Well, you should feel ashamed." I buttoned up the small white circles while I spoke. "So, what, did that give you the wrong idea?"

"What else did you want me to come over here for?" Edward asked, sounding slightly annoyed. "I mean, besides ginger ale." His arms snaked around my waist and pushed me closer to his body, so I was teetering on the edge of the counter. "You know I've turned into some horn-dog," he laughed in my ear. I giggled.

My arms wrapped around his neck as well. "I guess," I sighed, resting my head on his chest in contentment.

After a moment of silence Edward said, "Bella, we're all alone...do you think that maybe you would let me..." He trailed off to let me consume what he was trying to say.

I exhaled. "Edward-" I started unsurely, but before I could finish he leaned in and kissed me. My body acted in a way I didn't want it to and a way my mind was disagreeing with, pressing up to him and spreading my legs wider. It was one of those moments where I wanted him and needed him, and wouldn't settle for less than the best.

Edward's arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me to his body and up against his chest, and he deepened the kiss with his tongue twining with mine roughly. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist and pushed my body intimately on him, weaving my fingers through his hair to pull him closer. I couldn't believe he didn't question me further on the whole being sick thing, or even just on him not being able to catch it. There was a reason for it, and I had to tell him...His lips moved to my neck, forcing that thought to blackout.

He sucked the skin into his mouth, pronouncing the heat and throbbing in my core. I moaned out, feeling so suddenly happy and relieved. But I still forgot what I had to tell Edward. It can wait, I told myself, deepening the kiss so much it would be R-rated. After what seemed like an eternity, and I was sure I wanted it to go further, then suddenly his hands moved down and under the front of my shirt. They touched what had to be my new intimate area, and I violently pushed him off me.

"Sorry," he quickly apologized, like it was his fault. "I took that too far, Bella."

"No," I disagreed sadly. "Edward, I have something to tell you." Immediately I hesitated when his face grew confused. He was just too close and too puzzled.

After a moment he prompted. "Well? What is it, love?"

Forcefully I yanked my shirt up to my bra's wires and grabbed his hands demandingly, pressing them to the flat surface. "I'm pregnant."

Edward became like a frozen statue. Made of ice and, well, frozen. I could see him trying to say something, but he looked incapable of speech. His hands still lay on my stomach, like he didn't know if he should release them or something. Easy to say, I was worried about the silence in him.

Then suddenly his hands slapped into fists and his body shook, before he jerked back in surprise, leaving me to nearly fall down from the counter. I readjusted myself while pulling my shirt down and waiting. What would he say?

"What the hell, Bella!?" he roared.

Up until this point I had really been expecting Edward to be excited, happy and ready to have a baby. But most importantly help me, so I wouldn't have to do it alone. Instead he was clearly pissed. I stared back at him, while he fumed.

"Bella!" Edward complained, slapping his forehead into his palm and looking torn. "I told you we could get you on the Pill! This is all your fault, why couldn't you have listened to me?" His words immediately brought tears to my eyes, as I realized it would not be how I hoped it would. "How could you do this?"

My own anger flared up as my tears fell at a rapid pace. "Me? I couldn't just let everyone know I was on birth control!" I yelled back. "And, baby? Just so you know, it takes two to make one!" The reality was painful and upsetting. Edward didn't want this baby – but I had been so sure! I thought he'd want us both, take care of us both. Lies.

"What the fuck?" he shouted. "Bella, you should have listened to me! You just should have!" My sobs filled the room loudly. This was not my Edward at all. Who was it then?

I struggled to catch myself on the counter as I jumped down. "Get out of here now! Leave before I kick your ass!

"Fine!" Edward shouted back, stomping for the door.

"Go! I don't ever want to see you the fuck again, Edward!" I screamed as loud as I possibly could from the kitchen, until I heard the door slam and I fell to my knees.

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