Bella's POV:

I sat there and cried, lightly rubbing my stomach the whole time. I'm not gonna lie, I was scared shitless. I was already worried about having a baby. Now I was going to have to raise this baby on my own. Without Edward. Without her father. I couldn't explain it, but I already knew I was going to have a girl.

It was getting dark. I knew I had to get back soon or Charlie was going to worry.

I got home just as the sun was setting. Damn twilight. It just reminded me more of Edward.

Charlie was watching the football game when I walked in.

"Where were you? It's almost dark out!" He said barely looking up from his game.

"I was with Edward." I said very plain and flat.

Charlie muted the TV and looked at me. He may have missed some details but he always knew when I was upset. He had been able to do that ever since I was a little girl.

"What's wrong?" he asked, sounding like he would go out and kill Edward for hurting me.

"Edward broke up with me." I said as my voice broke.

"What?" Charlie asked very surprised. I couldn't blame him. Even he had said he could see me settling down with Edward one day.

"Edward broke up with me!" I shouted. I was just wrapping my head around this and now I had to explain it to my dad?! I stared to ramble.

"He broke up with me because he didn't want to put me in danger again, I guess he blames himself for what happened at my birthday last week, just as I was about to tell him something huge and now he'll never know that-" I cut myself off, a little too late I knew.

"He'll never know...what?" Charlie asked. I could hear the suspicion in his voice.

There was no turning back now.

"He'll never know...I'm pregnant." I said as quietly as possible knowing he would still hear me.

"You're...what?" he asked. I could hear the anger rising in his voice. He took a deep breath to avoid getting furious with me.

"When did this happen?" he asked trying to maintain his composure.

"Last week, after my birthday party. He snuck into my room after you went to bed." I stopped there. There was NO way he was getting more detail than that.

"So have you told your mom?"

"Not yet. I know right now she is close to her due date with their baby. I don't want to stress her out and make her go into labor early. I don't want her to lose the baby. I was going to tell her in a couple of months after the baby is born." I told him.

My plan had been to tell Edward, then tell my parents. Not the reverse. Not like this.

He put his head down and shook it. I knew he was trying to figure out what to do next.

"Bella, honey, I hate to say it, but there's not enough room in this house for you, me, and a baby. I think you're going to have find somewhere for you and the baby to live. You can live here until you find a place." he said, sounding very matter-of-fact.

I was shocked. "Wait dad...are you...are you kicking me out?"

He looked at me with cold eyes. "If that's the way you want to look at it then yes."

And with that he turned back to his game and didn't say another word.

I ran upstairs crying. I slammed my door and threw myself onto my bed. I balled my eyes out for a good hour I'd guess.

I almost fell asleep when I remembered I needed to eat to keep me and my baby healthy. I walked downstairs to find the TV off and Charlie not in the front room. I figured he probably went to go talk to Harry or Billy.

I walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. I took out the bread, eggs, and butter. I then took out the skillet and preheated it for scrambled eggs. While the skillet heated up I put 2 slices of bread in the toaster. Once the skillet had heated I put the beat eggs into the skillet.

About 5 minutes later I dished up the eggs and toast when I realized the toast was missing something. I grabbed the salsa out of the fridge and put it on the toast.

When I bit into the toast it tasted soooooo good. About halfway through my dinner I realized I usually hated salsa on my toast, or anything for that matter. So that's what food cravings are I guess.

I finished eating and put my dishes in the sink. I then went up to my room, got my pajamas on, and crawled into bed.

As I laid there thinking about the whole day I felt my heart start to ache again. I had not only gotten dumped by my boyfriend, but I now was raising our baby by myself and had gotten kicked out by my dad.

I started to rub just below my belly button. I whispered to my baby, "Soon sweetie, soon daddy will know everything. I promise, I'll tell him." I then rolled onto my side and fell into a dreamless sleep, not knowing what tomorrow would bring.

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