A/N: A couple of you guessed correctly who was at the door, well done!
Bella:
I've just had the craziest week
Like a party bag of lies, booze and then deceit
And I don't know why I want to voice this out loud
It's therapeutic somehow
"I don't think it's a good idea that you're here," I hear Esme say, sounding distressed.
I creep out onto the landing, wondering what's got her upset. Esme's never upset, she's always so happy.
"I want to see my daughter!"
I gasp and before I'm aware of what I'm doing, I'm running down the stairs. It's only when I'm on the final step that she spots me and I freak out.
"Isabella!" My mother cries, pushing past Esme and rushing forward to meet me.
"Don't call me that," I whisper, but I know she hears me because she suddenly stops in the middle of the hallway. "Why are you here?" I ask her. I'm trying to sound like I have things under control but I don't, not really. I didn't think I'd see my mother again for a long time; something I was rather happy about.
"I wanted to see you," my mother whimpers. I'm vaguely aware she's crying.
I didn't realise she was capable of emotion.
"You've seen me get beaten up for years," I reply, gripping tightly onto the banister. It's the only way to restrain myself. Otherwise, I might hit or slap my mother.
"I was scared, Isabella!" she cries pitifully.
"Scared? That only makes things worse!" I shout. "You were so scared, so you let Charlie take his anger out on his daughter? Just to make sure you wouldn't get hurt," I accuse, glaring at her.
"I think you should leave," Esme says, trying to usher her out of the door.
"I've come to speak to my daughter!" my mother says, ignoring Esme and taking a step closer to me.
"Oh, so now I'm your daughter?" I ask, barely containing my anger. "For the past six years I've just been the punch bag! Why have things changed now?" I hear some doors open from the other bedrooms, no doubt the others are wondering who I'm shouting at.
I'm going to have a lot of explaining to do tonight.
"I want to be a part of my grandchild's life," my mother answers.
"You're absolutely fucking delusional if you think I'll ever let you near my child. My child is only going to be surrounded by good people, so, no, you won't ever see him or her," I tell her.
"But your child will need grandparents!" My mother says.
"Esme and Carlisle will be better grandparents than you ever could be," I tell her honestly.
My mother is at a loss for words, and I almost cry in relief when the front door opens and Carlisle walks in.
"You shouldn't have come here. The police are already on their way," he tells my mother coldly, going over to check that Esme is ok.
"The police?" I question.
"Your mother is wanted for child neglect," Carlisle tells me.
I didn't realise she was wanted. I thought she fled to Florida just to avoid my father and I. She deserves to be arrested, though.
After the police heard what we had to tell them, they took my mother away. She was crying and sobbing, begging me to let her be a part of my life.
I was right. She's utterly delusional.
"Here. I made you hot chocolate," Esme says, sitting next to me on the sofa in the living room.
"Are you sure you're alright?" I ask her, taking a sip of the hot chocolate. It's heavenly.
"I'm fine. You're the one I'm worried about. You don't need added stress," Esme says, wrapping her arm around me.
"Thank you. For everything," I tell her. She needs to know how much she's done for me, how much she's helped me.
"I should be thanking you," Esme replies, sounding close to tears. "I'm honoured you'd think of me as a grandma for your child," she says, squeezing me a little.
"Oh, yeah. Well, you've been here for me," I shrug, trying not to get too emotional. "I'm gonna go take a nap," I tell Esme, giving her a hug, picking up my hot chocolate and then walking off to my room.
One month after the incident with my mother, and I'd say I'm fairly settled in. School is going reasonably well and I've made friends with most people in the house. At four months along, I'm beginning to get a little bump on my stomach.
"Bella? You there?" Rose asks, banging repeatedly on my door.
"Yeah, what's up?" I ask, not getting up. She'll let herself in.
"I think my waters just broke!" Rose shrieks, barging into my room.
"Oh, my god! We have to get you to the hospital! Is Carlisle here?" I ask, freaking out for her.
"No, him and Esme went out on a date!" Rose panics, her hands clutching her stomach.
"Ok, come on, let's go downstairs," I tell her, wrapping an arm around her and helping her downstairs. "Edward!" I shout out as we walk downstairs. Slowly.
"What is it?" he asks, poking his head out of his door.
After explaining to him about Rose's waters, and stopping him from panicking, he agrees to drive us to the hospital.
On the way there, in which Edward drives about double the speed limit, I call Esme. She says her and Carlisle will meet us at the hospital, and then Rose starts crying out from contractions.
"You'll be fine, Rose," I reassure her, hoping to comfort her.
"YOU DON'T HAVE TO PUSH OUT A FUCKING BABY!" she screeches at me.
"Well, I will in five months," I remind her.
At the hospital, I help Rose out of the car, until Edward pushes me away.
"You're pregnant, you shouldn't strain yourself," he tells me, taking Rose from me.
"Oh, so I'm a strain now, huh?" Rose glares at Edward.
"I can't deal with two pregnant people," Edward mutters, looking pretty damn frazzled.
We walk into the waiting room and head straight up to reception. If I was the nurses, I'd just take Rose through straight away. Rose and hormones is not a good combination.
"And is this the father?" The nurse asks, pointing at Edward.
"Fuck no!" Rose shouts, making Edward blush. "No way. He's cute, but not my type."
Thankfully, Esme and Carlisle find us then, and so save Edward from any further embarrassment.
"How many hours has it been?" I ask Edward, who has a watch. Carlisle and Esme are in the room with Rose, so we're in the waiting room outside. Everyone else is back at the house.
"Three," Edward says. "Chocolate?" he offers me some of his chocolate bar.
"Sure," I shrug, taking the piece he gives me. "I so hope this little one shoots out," I murmur, rubbing my stomach.
"While that's better than a long labour, I'm sure you'd rather not give birth in an ambulance. Or in my car," Edward says, shuddering.
"Fair point," I grin, eyeing up his chocolate.
"Here," Edward says, handing me the rest of the bar. I start to protest, but he cuts me off. "I'm giving it to the baby," he grins at me.
"Well, if you insist," I chuckle, taking a bite.
We fall silent then, until I begin to get bored. I want to stay here to support Rose, but…man, this is long.
"Any ideas on what she'll name him?" I ask Edward.
"Knowing Rose, it will be completely spur of the moment," Edward shrugs.
"Esme told us it was spontaneous when they named Alice," I comment.
"But they'd planned out my name, yeah," Edward finishes. "I like to be prepared. Seems that started from an early age," Edward jokes.
I laugh along with him, so happy he finally seems to be relaxing around me.
I shuffle on the plastic chair, trying to get comfortable.
"You can lie against me if you want?" Edward offers, and then blushes. "Um, I just, uh, thought it'd be more comfortable," he mutters, his face bright red.
"Thanks," I smile, shuffling around and leaning against him.
He really is comfy. And he smells so good.
I close my eyes and nap against arm, feeling his fingers gently brush through my hair.
I'm not sure how long I slept for, but I'm woken up by a scream. A baby's scream.
I jolt upright, as does Edward, and we watch as Carlisle pops his head out of the room where Rose is.
Edward and I quietly enter the room and see Rose cradling a blue bundle against her chest. Even after just going through labour, she looks stunning.
New mothers glow, probably.
"Meet Dexter Hale."
A/N: Thought's on the baby name?
Lyrics: Moving to New York by The Wombats