How long do I have to wait? I thought impatiently, shaking the small white stick that was formerly on the counter. It had been about three weeks since the night of my attack. And the night that Edward came back. He and I were living with each other in his house hold, but he still doesn't know what happened while he was away. And he certainly doesn't know of my addictions… The alarm clock startled me out of my thoughts. I had set for about ten minutes, just to make sure that it had time to set. I looked down at the white stick in my hand. Two maroon lines appeared on the white stick in my hand as I collapsed to the ground, running my fingers through my thick curls. Edward had gone out hunting. He was going to meet his family there. He said to call him if I was too afraid or upset to be without him. But I couldn't… I was already weak, and I was not going to make it worse. I knew I had to hide this from Edward… I couldn't ever tell him. Slowly, I got up and I walked into his room, laying on the couch with the test on the side table.
I hadn't realized how exhausted I was until I closed my eyes and fell asleep
I must have slept for a few hours, because when I awoke Edward's figure was hovering angelically over mine.
I looked into his eyes and realized he was upset.
"How long?" He demanded angrily.
"How long what?" I asked, still looking at him.
"How long have you known about this?!" He held the pregnancy test in front of my face.
"I just found out a few hours ago!" I shouted, immediately sitting up.
He just shook his head at me. I got up and stood in front of him.
"What is your problem?! You knew that this could happen!" I shouted, tears forming in my eyes.
That's when it happened. He turned around, and he hit me across the face. I stared at him in shock, my hand coming to the bruise slowly forming on my face already. How hard had he hit me?
He must have realized what he'd done, for his eyes soon grew remorseful and he was in about as much shock as I was.
"Bella! Oh my god, Bella! I'm so sorry… I-I didn't mean to… I'm so sorry!" He said fervently, looking intently at my face.
I shook my head in silent frustration, slowly backing away from him. I got up and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. I stood in front of the mirror, looking at the dark spot in the shape of a hand-print on my cheek. I looked at myself in disbelief before I bent over the toilet and threw up, heaving painfully.
I heard Edward's footsteps coming hurriedly down the hall. He came into the bathroom and held my aching body after I finished heaving.
He held me so close to him it felt like I was suffocating. He let me go though, looking at me strangely.
Suddenly, he lifted up my shirt and rested his hand on my stomach. I flinched, and almost pulled away, but then I felt something move inside of me.
I looked up at Edward, shocked. He mimicked the expression, running his hand up and down the small bump on my stomach.
I looked at my stomach fearfully, before getting up.
Edward gracefully stood next to me and held my body against his before I started crying. The sting in my face hurt, but the pain wasn't nearly as bad as the shock of him hitting me, and the showing child inside of me.
I had never really done this before, but I was smart enough to know that it was far too early to be showing, and especially too early to feel the child.
Edward immediately called Carlisle.