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Fumbling with the key I locked the door behind us. God, I didn't want to do this. "Edward, I really don't know..." I started, clutching my stomach uneasily. My parents' reaction was one that was going to be scary and already had me shaking. But theirs also mattered. I think I cared too much what my parents thought of me, and that was taking its toll as I was too scared to tell them I was pregnant. Pregnant and keeping the baby.

Certainly Edward and I should have spoke about it more, talked it through, but he wanted to take it further. Make it official. Tell everyone. Why, I had no clue. I was still scared that Charlie would shoot Edward. I mean, a baby wasn't a bulletproof vest now, was it? No, my baby was no protective shield. Never.

"Bella, we can do this," Edward repeated, as we turned into the Cullen drive. "We have to tell everyone. You have nothing to worry about."

"Yes, I do!" I snapped, digging my nails into his palm. He didn't even flinch. "My parents will be pissed, Edward. I can see it now. They'll be shouting and screaming and telling me what I did was overly wrong. What if they won't let me keep it," I added in a whisper, my breathing becoming irregular.

"No, Bella!" Edward said quickly, sounding frightened. Had he been worried about the same thing? I could see Renee and Charlie grounding me and setting up an abortion (which reminded me that I had one to cancel), but I couldn't see Carlisle or Esme doing anything like that. They were too understanding; my parents were do it or die. "Bella," he said more calmly, regained his voice, "they can't just do that. It is our baby; not theirs. It is in your stomach, not Renee's."

I cracked a smile, an instant mood swing. "You just called our baby an it," I said, faking disapproval. We both laughed but mine stopped at the sight of the Cullen's house. It was one of the most beautiful places I had ever been or even seen, and the place I practically grew up. For the first time in, well, seventeen years the house gave me an upset stomach. The house suddenly looked menacing, death-defying. Actually, it would be either Edward's or our baby's death, I thought, sullen.

The second I thought about what I was about to say, about to do, I clutched onto Edward's arm. "I'm going to be sick!" I cried, lurching forward.

"No, I told you you have nothing to worry about-" Edward began smoothly, calm.

"No, I mean literally!" I snapped, clutching my stomach and tasting the rising bile in the back of my throat like tin. Edward stopped short of the garage, but I didn't feel the whiplash. I only opened my door in time to bring up more my empty stomach. I closed my eyes as tears began to fall on their own accord, naturally. And yet this was only the beginning, it wouldn't be getting much better. Never. So of course I was worried about how the future would turn out.

Moments after, as I was still kneeing on the grass with Edward's calming words in my ear and hand rubbing up and down my back, I heard that voice.

"Bella? Edward!" Alice called as the sounds of footsteps neared. When I looked up I saw Alice running, with a happy spring to her step, toward as, dropping to her knees beside us. "What are you doing here?" She lowered her voice, angling away from Edward. "Does he know?"

"Yes, Alice, I know," Edward snapped, pulling me onto his lap and drying my tears.

"Well, what are you guys doing here?" she repeated, then added bitterly, "Why did you even bother to tell him? I mean, you have your appointment tomorrow."

The way she said this, with that what-a-bitch tone, made me angry. So, naturally, I lashed out.

"You know what, Alice? Fuck off! I don't care what you have to say, just leave me alone!"

Following those words was an awkward silence. It was like the words hung in the air, like a bad cloud of smoke, but I couldn't care. I knew my parents' reaction would be brutal, and I didn't need my best friend telling me what I was doing wrong or shooting comments like that. Half of me thought Alice didn't deserve to hear the news so early, but the other half said yes! She did need to hear it. I mean, lately she'd been so down after the negative pregnancy.

I glanced up at Edward, catching his eye. I nodded mutely to him, signalling, and he said, velvety and soft as ever, "We're keeping the baby, Alice."

Instantly – I thought I'd have to wait to see a reaction – her eyes widened and her mouth formed a huge "o" in response. I saw the brightness, the excitement in her eyes. Personally, I didn't understand it because I was still trying to absorb the changes I would have to make and the things that would happen tonight.

"Oh, my God!" Alice squealed, drawing out the words as she wrapped her arms around both Edward and I, hugging us a little too hard. With the pressure of her body, crushing against us, we fell over with Alice laying atop of us and her arms around our necks. "Oh, you guys! This is so perfect!" I hoped she was referring to the baby and not our positions. "I cannot wait until she's born."

We all laughed but I didn't know why. I was laughing at our position and Alice's childlike excitement, but what everyone else was, I didn't know. But it was funny.

"Okay," Edward said, pushing Alice off of us and sitting me up. "That's good." I brushed at my jeans and re-straightened my small, black and white striped shirt sweater. Edward helped me up from the ground, smiling and rolling his eyes. Vaguely, I noticed how his mood seemed to be lifted sense our compromise.

"Thanks," I said, kissing his cheek. Okay, maybe my mood also had been lifted. Then I actually thought and realized it was. I don't have to kill my baby! I thought.

"Are you ready?" Edward asked, threading his arm around my waist.

"Na-na-na!" Alice snapped her fingers, setting a hand on her hip. "I don't think so, honey bear," she said to me. "We have to talk."

I groaned. "About?"

"My niece!" Alice started jumping in circles, clapping like a child would when his parents say they won the lottery. I glanced up at Edward and hit his chest, but I couldn't help but smile. This wouldn't be that bad, I immediately decided.

"This is all your fault," I accused playfully, poking his side. "You had to actually tell her. Now she won't keep her big mouth shut." I glared at Alice, narrowing.

"No no no!" Alice snapped, flailing her hands. "I'll shut up! Is that why you're here, though? To tell everyone?" She seemed kind of worried and that was an emotion I was totally understanding to right now. I was worried as hell for everyone's reaction, especially Renee's and Charlie's. Alice added, "I'll even pretend I don't know or didn't know!"

Uncomfortably I crossed my arms, willing Edward to answer her questions. "Yeah, that's why we're here," said Edward. "To tell everyone."

"Well, what's your plan?" inquired Alice.

I sighed. "All we know, is we're having this baby."

Slowly and unsurely Edward and I made our way into the extravagant house, feeling jittery. I'd been in this house over a million times, why was it sudden so morphed into a menacing and dangerous zone? I felt like I was playing with fire, maybe with some deadly poison. I wanted nothing more than to be back at my house with Edward and our unborn baby, making love over and over. Why did I ever come here? I'm sick as a dog! I thought harshly. I was petrified of people's reaction to what we were going to say. Would they hate me? Would they think something else happened...? Would they be too angry to speak?

"Relax," Edward murmured in my ear, kissing the spot behind my ear as Alice flung open the front door and shouted, "Looks who's here!?" through the house.

Thanks, I thought sarcastically as Edward and I followed Alice to the dining room. Everyone was seated there, talking and eating and extravagant dinner Esme must have cooked. They all looked up at our approach and I tried to paste a smile on my face. Carlisle and Esme looked happy to see me, making me feel better about tonight, as they got up to give hugs. Emmett and Rosalie were both there, too, and followed suit, along with Jasper. My mother stayed put but Charlie got up to give me a big hug as well. After my father's unexpected hug Jasper embraced me again, but it was to share a few words between each other.

"How's everything going?" he whispered in my ear, barely audible. I smiled slightly. "Everything's better," I replied. "You'll see."

The confusion on his face was easy to see, and I also understood it. He didn't know we would be keeping the baby; I'd told him I was getting an abortion.

With a public mention that I was still sick but I wanted to see everyone, conversations resumed as Edward and I sat down. I wasn't in the mood for eating, and Esme seemed to understand that. At one point I wondered if she actually knew, but then when she asked me if I had the flu or a cold, I realized she didn't.

Everyone finished eating and the parents wondered upstairs; Esme had some piece of ancient artwork to show off. When she's mentioned this, Carlisle just rolled his eyes, smiling at his wife. That left us kids, all alone downstairs. The six of us and Alice Cullen's big ass mouth.

"Bella's pregnant!" she whisper-shrieked, inclining forward. Her eyes were close slits, showing her growing elation. I just didn't know what to say.

Everyone looked at me, shocked, even Edward. But his was more questioning, checking for the go-ahead. I just shrugged, exhaling, threw my hands up in exasperation. "Well, why the hell not?" I snapped, irritated and cheesed off. "Yes, I'm pregnant," I said. "And, yes, we're keeping the baby."

There were murmurs and whispers, gasps of shock from around the table, and Edward squeezed my hand under the table reassuringly. We can do this, I thought when a wave of worry cascaded over me. We can take care of a baby together.

"You-your keeping that baby?" Jasper gasped breathlessly, sounding like he just got knocked in the gut. Suddenly, I felt offended by that comment.

"Jasper, even you know I can't kill something," I mumbled, feeling hurt my own brother didn't think I could do it. "I can do this. We can do this."

"But Bella!" he stuttered, shaking his head like he words couldn't come fast enough. "It's a baby, not just a...a...a..." He sat back, at a loss for words. Then he decided he needed some air and stomped from the room with Alice in tow. A few seconds later, the front door slammed. Oh, God, what have I done? I thought.

Without another second of hesitation I pushed out my own chair and ran upstairs, ignoring the calls and yells I heard behind me.

Once safely in Edward's room I sat on his bed and cried.

Why did I have to get pregnant? Would it be better for everyone if I just got rid of it? Should I get rid of it? I looked around helplessly at Edward's room. I believed it was the day we lost our virginity to each other that our baby was made. Well, I was pretty sure it was in that first weekend with Edward that we conceived our child. Barely touching, I skimmed my hand over the new-smelling sheets, remembering that night. The pain, the blood – it all came back. But it also brought pleasure, how could I even forget that? There used to be blood here, I told myself as I pat the space that had had the red stain. Yes, this was where our baby was-

There was a knock on the door, interrupting my thoughts. "Bella, are you okay?" It was Rosalie, I knew that immediately. It was accidental, but my voice lashed out and snapped out a lie that I was fine. It was a few seconds before she actually left, and I curled under the warm blankets.

I smelled Edward all over me and I immediately felt bad for what I'd done to him. I scolded myself, and cried harder. I'd burdened Edward with a baby, and now his life would be ruined because of me. If I hadn't been dumb enough to have sex when I was fertile then I wouldn't have messed up Edward's life. But even with those negatives there were a few contradictions. Edward said wanted to sleep with me, and he'd claimed to want the baby, too. Maybe it wasn't my fault.

But I still thought it was.

I was alone, crying and sleeping in Edward's bed for a while, maybe hours, it seemed. Four times I got up to puke in the toilet, but then nestled back in the big, comfy bed. It felt better to lay down after I vomited than anything else. I was still upstairs when I heard the parents when they returned from where ever they went, and soon after I heard footsteps on the stairs. I prayed it was someone passing by as I ducked under Edward's blankets. But then I heard the door open.

Like the coward, the bitter coward I was I didn't look up. I kept low, under the blankets and listening for an distinctive noises.

"Bella..." a velvety voice whispered near my ear. "Baby, you okay?" I felt the bed shift and dip with the pressure of a new weight.

Hesitantly, I pulled the blankets down to look Edward in the gorgeous green eyes. He was lying down beside me with his head on the pillow. "No," I muttered, and pulled the blankets back over my head. I cracked a small smile at Edward's bemused laugh.

An arm draped over my waist. "Bella, you shouldn't be upset by what Jasper said – he's just worried about you. Put a smile on your cute, little face," he teased, kissing my bottom lip. I rolled my eyes, latching my arms around his neck and burying my face in his shoulder. "Its okay, babe," Edward murmured.

I sighed. "But I don't think it is," I admitted, pulling back from him. After a second I sat up, pressing my back to the headboard. "Edward, we have to talk."

He was shaking his head before I got the final word out. "Bella, please," he begged. "Just give me a break, okay? How many times do we have to go down this road? We have this all figured out and there's nothing to worry about and nothing to talk about. All right?"

"But there is."

"Like?"

Unable to meet his eyes I watching the duvet, picking at it and pressing my back into the puffy pillows. "Like the fact I'm ruining your life with this baby," I whispered quietly.

Looking up through my eyelashes I gauged his expression. Edward looked speechless, shocked, to say the least. Like he was trying to make sense of it all by himself. I could only imagine the wheels turning in his head, confusedly, as he gazed at me. A line began to form in between his eyebrows before he spoke. "Bella," he said carefully, the line slowly going away, "I don't know where you got that from, but its not true. Well, I don't know where you get half the stuff you come up with, but, Bella, you really are not going to ruin my life with this baby – how could you even think that? I wouldn't have enough thought of that."

"But Edward, you don't get it," I said hastily. "I-I am preventing you," I began slowly, choosing my words and avoiding eye contact, "from doing many things in life. Me and this baby are holding you back. I mean, your going to have to suffer time with friends or doing things you love...all because of us. And I...I-I don't want that, Edward. I really don't."

After a few beats Edward replied, voice seeming angry. "Isabella," he said, "I can suffer anything but my baby and the love of my life. Fuck friends, fuck hanging out and watching sports games. Fuck it all! I don't care about any of that; I only care about you," he placed his hands on my stomach, "and our baby. Listen, Bella, it doesn't matter that we're only teenagers, and that we could have waited a few years before this happening...because it is happening. This baby is coming into this world and it won't work if you don't stop bringing this up. Tell me what I have to do to make you realize that." Edward's tone was firm and slightly angered.

"Edward," I whispered, "I just don't want it to go wrong later, and you regret getting me pregnant and having a baby. I...I don't want that at all."

He kissed my forehead, letting his lips linger there and said, "I don't want that either, Bella. But we don't have to worry about that, okay? We can do this together. You need to stop being so frantic about it, because there will never be a day when I regret you or this baby. Bella, its mine." He whispered the last part, wrapping his arms around me and laying us down side by side.

Feeling him near me, holding me and telling me I had nothing to worry about was comforting. It took a lot on my part to convince myself that he wasn't lying to my face. Edward would never lie to me; he always told me the truth, whatever it may be. I felt comfort when he kissed the top of my head and told me that he loved me. It felt especially special, and took everything I had not to cry, when Edward bowed his head to talk to my flat stomach. He was the sweetest man ever.

And he was mine. All mine. It was Edward who took my virginity, and vice versa, Edward who helped make this baby. It was Edward that would take care of us.

We could have the picture perfect life together. In short months we would have a baby, hopefully our own place and Edward could go to college. That was the way things would have to be, and it sounded pretty nice. I knew Edward and I could do this if we worked together, but it was time to tell our parents, siblings, and friends.

We all sat around the burning fire out back of the Cullens. I particularly didn't like being out here so late because of the shadows the fire could cause on the forestry. But Edward held me tightly, settling me on his lap in front of the warm flames. Emmett and Rosalie were showing quite the amount of PDA on the other side of the fire, kissing, hugging, groping each other. Edward and I didn't need to be that showy or close, but if we ever did get so PDA-ish, our parents never really minded; they knew from the beginning we would be together forever. I held onto that as I started to get ready to announce the amazing news.

Carlisle was telling the group about a patient in the hospital, a funny run-in with one of them I guess, but I wasn't paying attention. Maybe I should say, I thought, that Edward and I made a mistake but aren't regretting. Then brake the news and quickly add that we knew what we were going to do. Yes, I decided quickly, smiling tightly to myself. No one would be so rash once they knew we knew what we were going to do and how we were going to do it. No one could complain.

"Are you ready?" Edward whispered in my ear, treading a hand through mine and resting them on my stomach. I glanced around, but didn't catch any eyes. Jasper hadn't looked at me sense we've been here for hours. I sighed, glancing back at our parents sitting on the lawn chairs, laughing, while use kids sat on the ground, equally laughing as we all listened.

I nodded stiffly, trying to keep my breath lighter then it felt and ignore the sudden drop in my stomach. I felt lightheaded. "Yes," I murmured back.

Edward carefully shifted me from his lap and helping me stand up. No one paid us any mind until Edward cleared his throat smoothly.

Every head turned and eyebrows pushed together with confusion. But no one looked angry – Alice looked about to burst with excitement, and Jasper smiled slightly when I caught his eye. But I saw the sadness, and it hurt bad. I forced one back though. My mom looked angry, looking at Edward with distaste. I'd always thought my mom took a liking to Edward, mostly because me made me naturally fly on cloud nine, but I saw she didn't like him. I just stared, but she didn't see. Esme and Renee were pretty much best friends, and I didn't see how she hated him so much. What had he done? Oh, yeah – she didn't even know yet.

"Everyone," Edward said, voice controlled, but I could hear him struggle to keep the inner excitement; I could hear the smile, "Bella and I have some great news."

This was my queue. I took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant," I said, shocked at how controlled and excited my voice was.

We waited for the reactions, the words people would have. Would they be mad? Would they think we were crazy? Or would they smile and hug us and tlel us how excited them were? I hoped, prayed for the last one.

Then, it all erupted.

"Oh, my God!'

"Oh, no!"

"You bastard!"

"What the hell is wrong with you!"

"Wow!"

"YAY!!!!!!"

Naturally, the last one was Alice.

I felt the blood drain from my face and Edward catch me as I began to sway. I should have known.

The two less harsh comments, the ones of shock, were Esme and Carlisle; my parents were the ones showing and expressing the rage. In the dim lighting I could see my father's face redden with anger and he glared with hard eyes at Edward. My mom looked on the verge of grabbing me and shaking the hell out of me. I could see it coming any second. They were pissed.

"What do you mean, 'your pregnant?'" my mom hissed through stiff lips, rising from her chair. I flinched back, closer to Edward's embrace. I could feel his reaction.

"Edward and I are having a baby-" I started, but with those words, my mom lashed out.

Taking three big steps toward me, I didn't have time to reaction before her arm swung out and slapped me across the face. My feet stumbled and Edward caught me before I fell backward. Reaching up the touch my face I felt the burn and sting only get worse with the touch. I stared open-mouthed at Renee, shocked she would even lay a hand on me. Especially sense I was pregnant. Charlie looked shocked and surprised, but not as angry as my mother. Yes, he did not seem impressed by this but he wasn't as mad as Renee. I struggled to know what he was thinking, but he turned to fast for me to see what it could be.

"Mom-" I rasped, feeling the tears run down my face.

"Don't you 'Mom' me, Isabella Marie Swan," she snapped, grabbing my arm and wrenching me away from my baby's dad. "How could you be so irresponsible-"

"Renee!" multiple people shouted out, trying to stop her from voicing all this. I could hear Esme's more desperate cry and Carlisle's calming tone. All the other kids were also trying to take part in it.

"No!" Renee shouted, turning to everyone else. They'd all rose to their feet. "I don't want to hear it. Bella, get in the car, now!" I was sobbing loudly, and Edward was trying to push past my mom, but she shoved him back. "You stay away from my daughter, Edward Cullen! Look what you've done to her already!" She gestured to me wildly.

"But Mom-!" I screamed back over the rising voices. complaining, reasoning.

"No!" She slapped me again harder. "Get in the car now, Isabella. Don't think your keeping that baby – its going tomorrow, so don't get any thoughts."

Esme was crying now, too, and Rosalie and Emmett were trying to understand everything. Alice was trashing against Japer's hold, shouting something about her niece not being killed mixed with many curses. Everyone was trying to reason with the negative Renee. Edward was shouting at her, but I didn't catch the words.

Renee and Edward continued to shout back and forth, cursing each other out and talking about the baby and me. But my mom gave up soon, sniping a few rude comments to Esme and Carlisle about their "bad parenting". I cried harder, watching this. Apparently, this friendship was over. Apparently, we all weren't a family again.

My mother dragged me to the car by my arm, telling me what I did was wrong, and my father following mutely. He seemed calculating.
I saw Edward storm into the house, leaving everyone to melt over my mom's behaviour.

I knew Edward would not give up with this, that he would get back to me and my baby soon, so we could start that life we planned.

It was total kick-ass!

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