Bella:

Please allow me to be your antidepressant

I too am prescribed as freely as any decongestant

"I want to start by talking about your childhood, your earliest memories."

I continue staring blankly at the wall behind his head. We both know I don't want to be here.

I don't like how he refers to my childhood in the past tense. Though I guess it's true, I don't want to think of my childhood as being over.

"What's your first memory?"

"How is this supposed to help me, doc?" I ask, surprising him with my question.

"I told you, you can call me Henry," the doc says. I shrug in response. "Now, what's your first memory?" he asks again, still remaining calm.

Focussing once more on the wall behind him, I shrug again. I look at the many certificates that adorn his wall, trying to read them.

"Bella?" he pushes, trying to tempt more words from me.

"I don't know; I don't have an exact first memory." This isn't a complete lie. I truly can't remember my first memory, or many memories since Dad started beating me.

"Ok, so what memories do you have from when you were younger?" Henry asks me.

I shift in my seat, uncomfortable with the question. I frown, trying to remember but at the same time not wanting to. I tried to omit all happy memories to make things more bearable. If I couldn't remember what it was like to have loving parents, it wouldn't hurt as much when they looked down on me with disgust.

"Um, my eighth birthday. Mum made me a big birthday cake, which she iced herself. It was really tasty, and…" I stop talking then, taking a deep breath in a weak attempt to stop myself from crying.

"And what?" Henry asks gently.

"That's it. That's my earliest memory," I tell him coldly. Can we move on now? Is the hour nearly over?

"Any memories later than that?"

"I don't see the point in this," I huff, crossing my arms.

Petulant, yes. But I don't care.

"Well, seeing the point in things is more my job," Henry tries to joke.

I don't laugh.

"Fine," I huff again. "I don't like remembering early things," I tell him. He's silent; the only sounds are his pencil scratching on his paper. "See the point in that, doc," I add, looking up to see him grinning a little.

"I will, I'll have you know I'm rather good at my job," Henry chuckles, glancing up at me. "How's your hand?" he asks after spotting the stitches.

"Oh, I'll live," I tell him, holding my hand out in front of me.

"How did it happen?" Henry asks, looking concerned.

"I live with an incredibly clumsy boy, who knocked over a glass and…yeah," I shrug.

"Well, I hope your hand gets better soon," Henry says. "It would appear our hour is up," he adds, glancing down at his watch.

I get up from the seat, stretch, and rub my stomach. The baby's hungry.

"Now, will you actually speak to me next week? Or only in the last five minutes?" he jokes.

"Very funny, doc," I reply dryly. "I'll see what I can do about the talking," I add as he leads me out of his office.

Esme is waiting for me in the waiting room, a wide smile on her face when she sees me. She rushes over and hugs me tightly, asking me if I'm alright.

"Yeah, I'm fine. This little guy is hungry, though," I tell her, placing my hand on my stomach.

"Ok, I'll just make another appointment and then we'll go eat."

*******SML*******

"I so hope my kid isn't a kicker," I grimace as I feel Rose's baby kicking up a storm.

"I'd rather a kicker than a screamer," Rose says, rubbing her stomach.

Edward walks into the living room, then, so Rose beckons him over to her stomach.

"Kid, feel this," Rose demands, grabbing Edward's hand and placing it above where the baby is kicking.

"Woah, I'm glad I can't get pregnant," Edward snickers, sitting down in the armchair since Rose is sprawled over the sofa.

"So, anyone any baby name suggestions?" Rose asks.

"How about-"

"Don't even think about suggesting the name of a super hero," Rose warns Edward.

"It wouldn't be their super hero name; it'd just be their other name. The mortal one," Edward huffs, rolling his eyes at Rose.

"Do you know what you're having?" I ask Rose, trying not to giggle at how cute Edward can be.

"A boy," Rose declares proudly.

"That would explain the kicking," I joke.

"Wouldn't it be cool if you had a girl? Then they could fall in love!" Rose teases.

"Well you'll have to wait a while to find out what I'm having," I tell her.

"What? You're not going to find out the sex?" Rose asks, sounding outraged.

"Nope. I want him or her to be a surprise," I tell her.

"How will you decorate the nursery?" Rose asks me.

"Neutral colours," I shrug. "Anyway, it's not like I have money to be able to afford matching sets of furniture," I add.

I'll start with buying the basics; a crib, changing table and things like that. Then, if I have any money left over, I could buy some extras. Though, I am probably going to need a job. I guess if I get a job pretty quickly I can make a fair amount of money before the baby arrives. I shouldn't need too much time off, and I won't be able to have much time off, because I'll need to buy diapers and food.

This is so much more expensive than I'd originally thought.

"Edward, you have a part time job, right?" I ask him hopefully.

"Uh, yeah. At Newton Outfitters. Why?" he asks, looking confused.

"Are they hiring anyone at the moment?" Maybe he could put in a good word for me?

"Again; why?" he repeats.

"Well, I need money. Therefore, I need a job," I tell him slowly.

"Bella, you can't work! You're pregnant!" Edward says, sounding outraged.

"I need the money, though. I'm only a few weeks along, I'll be good to work for a few months," I reason with him.

"Bella, he's right. You need to rest during your pregnancy," Rose adds.

"How am I supposed to feed my baby if I don't have any money?" I ask both of them.

"Esme and Carlisle will help you with that," Rose tells me.

"No…I can't…I can't make them pay for everything. It'd be too expensive," I shake my head.

I'll just get a job and not tell them, if I have to.

"They're paying for my baby," Rose says, sounding annoyed.

"Because you deserve to have them help you! I don't!" I shout at her.

Esme quickly runs in to see what's happening.

"It's nothing, Esme, we're fine," Rose assures her.

While they're talking I make my way out of the living room and run up the stairs to my room, slamming the door shut and crawling into bed. In my mind I try to think of ways to get money, though I don't really have anything to sell that would make me a lot of money.

Unless…

No. I couldn't. It's my only family heirloom. I couldn't sell it.

I walk over to the desk draw and pull out the locket that was my grandmother's. She gave it to me before she died, before Dad lost his job.

Just as I fasten it around my neck, there's a knock at the door.

I ignore it.

"Bella, listen, I'm really sorry," Rose calls out through the door. "I don't know about your past so I shouldn't have said something like that. Honestly, I should've known better," Rose says.

I open the door and let her in, asking her to sit on the bed. Then, like she did with me, I tell her everything that happened. Letting it all out feels easier than I thought it'd be. It feels comfortable talking to Rose, and, at the end, she just hugs me.

"I'm just glad you're here now, away from all of that," Rose says. I wrap my arms around her, but her stomach gets in the way.

"Thanks. And I'm sorry I was a bitch before," I apologise.

"Just blame everything on hormones. That's what I do."

A/N: Thoughts on Bella's first therapy session? :D

Just a quick apology - like I said at the start of last chapter, I just started college and it's pretty full on. So, updates may be every couple of weeks, but I will try to write when I have time :)

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