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BPOV

My mom and I shouted, yelled, cursed each other out for hours once we were home, and once I was back in my room sobbing and under confides, my parents started up. I stayed in my room and sobbed, screaming over what I couldn't have.

According to my mom I'm a screw-up and a mistake. I should have never happened. They should have sent me to a private, all-girls school from the beginning. Then she started about the love of my life, my Edward. She said they should have looked around my room for signs I was sexual active and sleeping with Edward. It made me worry that she had been doing that. But what did I have to hide? Uh, nothing! Renee said Edward as a horny teenager and this had been his plan all along. She said that once they finally got my abortion, they would have to get something done in case I were to get pregnant again. I muffled my cries on a pillow.

Some of the things she said pushed me over the edge. I grabbed a glass I had beside my bed and threw it against the wall. I liked the look of it shattering. Falling apart and becoming jumbled and loose. Just like my life. After everything I did to secure my baby, it was going to be ripped from me again. Was that even legal?

Downstairs, during the shouting, I heard my dad vaguely defending me. I didn't get it, but he wasn't beating on me or Edward or the baby; he was reasonably yelling at my mother. But it was still defending. My heart wanted to warm and I wanted to smile at this though I wasn't sure why. But did it really matter if it was all going to come to an end?

Yes, everything was coming to an end. Starting with my baby's life.

EPOV

I knew there was no way, no possibility – and not just considering the illegal aspect of it – that Renee could just do that. She couldn't just drag Bella from our house, accuse my parents on their parenting skills, and promise to kill my baby. Good chance in fucking hell that's gonna happen, I thought as I stormed through the house. Holy fucking Lord, I was pissed! Where I was going, I had no idea, but I stormed through the levels of the house like I was burning though thoughts.

Well I was. I had to figure out some way to protect my Bella. I knew by far, and judging by how she hit her, Bella wasn't safe with Renee. There were a lot of things I couldn't understand or were not to pleasant about. Bella would get hurt in that household and our baby would be killed. With that thought another came.

I stopped inside the kitchen. "That's it!" I breathed, running for the backdoor, pushing out into the night. It was a sight to see, out back.

Esme was crying and my dad was holding her. Her and Renee had been amazing friends sense before Bella's and my time, and now it was all over because I got Bella pregnant. Great, I thought, its my fault. But its not. I wasn't the one that overreacted...No, I had overreacted at the beginning but I saw the light of it.

I knew Renee would not.

I stomped over to the group of four teenagers that sat closely at full force, and stopped to tower over them all. They all looked up slowly, shocked.

But I looked at Jasper with hard eyes. He mirrored the expression. "Your mother is a bitch," I told him flatly, "and she's going to kill me baby. Do you realize that?"

"Of course I realize that!" Jasper snapped, shoving Alice off his lap and standing up. "I do, but do you? You just let her take Bella away!"

"What else was I going to do?" I asked, then sarcastically added, "Plead with her to let Bella stay? Did you even see your mother? She was pissed!"

"Well, you could have done something," Emmett said quietly. I wiped around to face, pointing at him accusingly.

"You shut the fuck up right now!"I shouted. "Or I will break that nose of yours all over again!"

"Hey, it was your fault the first time!" Emmett stood up too, so we were facing each other.

A little laugh escaped my mouth when I remembered how that happened. The memory of Bella and I nearly making love when Emmett walked in were still fresh and beautiful. I glared at him. "Yeah," I agreed easily, "because you walked in without knocking when Bella and I were about to have sex. And you fucked that one up, too!" Before I could have the chance to hit my brother like I really want to, I stormed away and toward my parents. Something had to be done soon.

"...and I thought everything was fine," my mom was saying gently to Carlisle, while he held her softly. I was ready to break that happiness if I couldn't have my own.

"Something has to be done," I said through my teeth, stopped in front of them. Esme looked up at me with sad eyes. She'd been crying. "I don't care what, but Bella can't live there. She needs to be safe with me," I told them.

"Edward, what are you proposing?" my mom asked with shock, sitting up straighter.

"Are you thinking that Bella needs to live with us?" Carlisle asked, slowly gained to what I was saying.

With a heavy sigh I fell back into one of the lawn chairs, thinking what was I saying? I looked at them with frustration. "Well, I don't know. She just needs to be safe before her mom kills my baby," I said bitterly, looking at them harshly.

For a moment, all my mom did was stare at me for a moment. "You really care about Bella and this baby, don't you?" she asked softly, smiling slightly.

"More than my own life," I said fiercely. "God, this just pisses me off!" I snapped. "Her mom's making her get a fucking abortion – Dad, do something!"

Carlisle shook his head. "What can I do?" he asked. It almost sounded rhetorical.

I'd come up with an idea already of how to fix this, but I didn't know how to approach it. The worst thing had to be if they said no. If they said that my plan was not possible. But then there was one more issue. Renee and Charlie. I knew they were determined people, and Renee was a total bitch. How far would she go to much sure our baby died and Bella and I spilt? How far would she go to make sure we did not get to be happy, and that Bella became the perfect, little girl?

"Mom, Dad," I said, looking at each of them, "Bella needs to be saved from that place. She needs to live with us."

There was a moment of thick, annoying silence. Esme seemed to consider the idea, and Carlisle just looked slightly confused. I didn't bother explain; it should have been obvious. Bella needed to be safe from the forces of her mother – no matter how good my mother thought she was from they're years of friendship.

"Edward..." my father began, but I stopped him.

"No, Dad, you want me to be responsible – I'm trying to. Bella needs to be away from Renee because in that house, she has no choice but to get an abortion. We've talked about it and that's not what we want for our baby. We can do it. We can, but you need to give us a push." I looked at my mother pleadingly, knowing she would be the soft link with a soft spot. "Mom, that's my baby. You wouldn't want Bella to raise a baby herself, or give it up, would you? You raised me better than that. Please, let Bella stay here until we can get on our own feet," I finished.

My mom looked at my dad – that was the first sign of her caving. "Edward," Esme said, smiling gently, "you didn't need to plead, honey. When we saw Renee's overreaction, we figured Bella would need a place to stay. We were going to offer it to her...but we didn't know how. I-I was kind of hoping..." My mom looked down, and I thought I could kiss her. When she looked up, it was like she thought she was saying something hopeless. "I want Bella to live with us," she admitted.

For a moment all I could do was stare, stare in shock. Want? I thought. That was totally different then just offering to house Bella and the baby. "What?" I said dumbly.

Esme's laugh was weak with sadness, but she tried to act happier. "I want Bella and..." she hesitated. "And your baby to live with us, Edward." Her voice was sure.

I looked to my dad. He nodded. "Its what she wants, and I know you do too," he said, voice oddly flat. Maybe he wasn't so happy about this...

"Of course it is," I said matter-of-factly, leaning back.

"Then what are you still doing here?" my mom asked softly, smiling slightly.

I lurched forward. "Are you serious?" I rasped, eyes going wide.

"Yes," Carlisle said. "We are dead serious. Now go," he commanded, glancing up at the sky. "Its very late, and I want you back by midnight Got it?"

For a second I wondered if he knew he was sending his own son into a battleground. "Dad," I began warily.

Carlisle cut me off reasonably. "Just talk to Bella about it," he said simply. "Offer it, but make sure she knows she doesn't have to take it. Maybe she wants to live here until things settle down at the Swan residence." He spread his arms like he was surrendering. "She has options, Edward. I know you feel protective of her because of this pregnancy, but don't push her on it," he warned, and coming from a doctor standpoint, that was important. I nodded mutely.

"No action needs to be taken now," my mother added as she stood, picking up leftover garbage from the glass table. "Just...think about it, then call Bella up. Don't get too rash about it, Edward." Her tone was dead serious and pressing. "Do not force her into anything she doesn't want – be gentle."

I snorted, because they made me seem like the bad guy. "I have nothing to not be gentle about," I snapped, standing. I knew the action I had to take now.

"Where are you going?" Carlisle demanded, following me to the garage when Esme went inside. When I didn't answer he persisted. "Edward Anthony Cullen, where do you think your going?" His strong hand caught the door before I could slam it.

"Dad, let go," I snapped, yanking on the door childishly. I had to go rescue Bella before Renee actually booked an appointment to get an abortion. Its not what either of us wanted. "Dad, before Renee kills my fucking baby!" I shouted. It stunned him, froze him in place, and I slammed the door quickly, reversing from the garage in the Volvo. It probably wasn't right to have fucking in front of baby, because that had to apply some sort of...negativity.

And the last thing I felt for that baby was negativity.

BPOV

I woke to a weird yet familiar sound. Like a scraping noise with a smooth glide. The window, I noticed immediately. I wiped at my groggy eyes, slowly sitting up as to not upset my already-churning stomach. A sudden wave of paranoia crept over me like a tsunami. My heart couldn't beat right. I took a deep breath, blurrily staring at the window. Who would be at my window? I thought, panicked, slowly swinging my legs over the edge of the bed and pausing. I stared at the black.

Then I remembered only one person who knew my window was one of opportunity, and I leaped from my bed and dashed to the window, realizing it was half-open.

"Edward?" I whispered as I came face-to-face with him. I was shocked, staggering back slightly as my eyes adjusted. Fatigue was threatening on my presence.

"Bella," he sighed in relief, resting a hand to support him on the frame, still balancing on that fortunate tree. "Are you okay?" he blurted. "Your not getting an abortion, baby, I promise."

My throat felt thick as I stepped from the way to let him in, rubbing my eyes. "No, I can't," Edward said quickly, then instructed, "Get dressed, your coming with me." I stared, uncomprehending. Coming where? "Bella, we don't have time," he persisted. "The cars running and you parents will wake. Please." I dimly saw the pleading in his beautiful eyes, as I just stared, trying to comprehend where this all was coming from.

With a sudden spark of inkling I blurted, "I'll meet you downstairs," and shut the window. I ran to my closet, quickly but quietly opening it and grabbed the navy tote bag. I filled it with the closest items. Underwear, bras, tank tops, shorts, a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. That's all I got before I grabbed my toothbrush from the upstairs bathroom and quietly closed my bedroom door. I tiptoed to the top of the stairs. Edward was being my knight in shiny armour, coming to save me like this. I had to be more then thankful that he did take action, after all, about this situation. I was wrong – we could do this.

For a second, I stood there listening to the soft, familiar sounds of my father's snoring. I'd come accustom to the sounds, knowing how they got lighter when he was in a very deep sleep and deeper when he wasn't fully asleep. I could only imagine their expressions when they realize I left. would they be angry? Would they know I was at the Cullens? Would they drag me back? The questions haunted me, sending me into a frenzy. Tears were coming to my eyes, with the sense of exhaustion and pain. I felt like I was leaving my parents for good, when that really wasn't the case. Um, was it? If I had this baby, would they even consider me their daughter still? Or would they dismiss me like I meant nothing but the average stranger. I hand lingered on my abdomen, thinking of my baby.

There's something wrong with you if you can't figure out my parents didn't want me to have this baby? But the reason, I did not know. "Maybe one day," I murmured to their closed door, "they'll meet." I mouthed "I love you" before I quietly jogged down the stairs.

Edward was waiting on the other side of the door, rather impatient as I slowly unlocked it, cringing at the click it made. He didn't embrace me until after I'd quietly closed the door, locking it with my key. I'd said my goodbyes to my parents, but the house was another story. Something strong told me I would not be returning.

"I'm so sorry," Edward apologized quickly, hugging me tightly. "This is all my fault, if I just would have..."

"Stop beating yourself up about it," I whispered, worried my parents would hear us. For a second I thought he was about to argue with em on the matter, but instead, he rushed us to the purring Volvo and headed for the other side of Forks.

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