Hi everyone.
Let me ask you a question; raise your hands if anyone's dad here would act well with the news of there 18-19 year old daughter being pregnant?
No one? Exactly. Did anyone think Charlie's reaction to Bella's Pregnancy was a bit too calm?
Well if you did this chapter explains why.
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Chapter 13
Bella's POV
Last nights gig was amazing. And I'm more relived that Edward had changed his ways.
It was mid afternoon and I had nothing to do. So I sat back on my bed and closed my eyes.
I was walking down the streets of London, it was 3:00 in the afternoon and I had just finished my job when I was tackled to the wall
"What the hell" I shouted I saw who was pinning me to the wall, a great big fat ugly geezer with hardly any hair and a bruised eye
"Alright darlin"
"Get the fuck off me" I hissed
"Shut up" he hissed
"What do we have ere then?" I turned to see a bloke with blue eyes light short blonde hair along with some other blokes behind him
"Fuck off Dunham, the girls with me"
"Yes I can tell by the way she's struggling against you, so why don't you do the smart thing and fuck off and leave her alone"
The next thing I knew the bloke was dragged away from me and beaten to a pulp by a couple of the lads.
"You alight love?" the god said to me
"Yes cheers"
"Pete Dunham" he stuck his hand out
"Bella Swan"
I woke up then, that was the first time I had met Pete and the lads, the rest of the lads were like my brothers. But Pete was different he had something about him which shined out.
"Bella?" I heard my dad downstairs I looked at the time, 5:00
"Shit" I cursed I jumped up and ran downstairs "Sorry dad, I was sleeping"
"It's fine" he a assured me "I was going to get a take a way tonight anyway, what do you fancy?"
"A spicy ruby please?" I got excited over the concept of food.
He laughed at my eagerness.
Dinner was finished and I was sitting down at the TV. The match was on and I was imagining the boys faces as West Ham just scored, I smiled softly. They were maniacs.
I sighed and closed my eyes.
I woke up to the sight of sun, I moaned and covered my eyes with my arm.
I got up slowly begging the baby to be good and to be easy on me today; I really didn't fancy throwing my insides out today.
I walked down stairs to see Charlie already there with his breakfast.
"Morning Bells" he said cheerfully, eating his cereal, I have the day off so I'm going to go fishing with Billy"
"That's fine, I'm at school"
"I know, o here" he handed me some leaflets
"What's this?" I sat down on the chair and put my Mini eggs cup filled with tropical juice on the table "Adoption?" I looked towards Charlie
"Well yes, I mean I know you're against abortion and everything so I thought you would choose Adoption" he got another spoon full of cereal and set it in his mouth
"Wait dad" I waved my hand "Did you think I was giving my baby up for adoption?"
He nodded because he still had food in his mouth.
"Dad, I'm keeping the baby"
He looked at me shocked; I couldn't put another name to his face
"What?" he asked astonished
"Dad" I adjusted myself on the chair "I can't let this baby out of my life, I've wanted children my entire life and I'm keeping this baby and looking after him or her"
I set it out load and clear for him in a very calm manner.
"But Bella your too young"
"I'm not Charlie" I chuckled "remember? Born 35 and get more middle aged every day"
"That's just an expression" he mumbled setting his bowl in the sink he leaned against the counter "What happens when you can't get it to stop crying at night, when you can't change its diapers what…" I cut him off
"Firstly you shall not refer towards my child as 'it' secondly I am well aware of the difficulties of having a child Charlie, but dad it's my child, this precious little person whom I would love and cherish I am excited of being a mother Charlie#" I laughed slightly.
I had this conversation my entire life, the pros and cons of having a child. Really there were none cons I mean I knew they cried they needed attention and that's what I like.
I love the idea of having to call myself mother I loved the entire prospect of it. I was always unusual; when children at the age of 5 were playing with dolls and plastic babies I was always with the lads playing rugby and football. But I always looked upon keeping a plastic baby as nothing, as I grew older I started to plan the idea of having a child, and not the lovey dovey stuff, the idea of when the baby cried what different ways I would do to make the child stop, how I would cradle my precious angel in my arms hum her or him to sleep. I then planned the names.
"Bells the reason I was happy for you was sure you could have the baby and everything would be fine, you would give it" I flinched as he referred towards my child as 'it' again "to people who were old enough to look after it"
"Charlie stop it with the 'it' right now" I stood up "Are you even thinking of the possibility of being a granddad?"
He paused
"Your not are you?" I questioned
"Bella, your too young" he sighed trying to get me off the subject "What if people start talking?"
"I don't care what people think"
"Bella" he said sternly "The thing is I don't want a child in my house, I mean I love you and I loved it when you were here, but you were my and Renee's child"
"That doesn't make sense" I argued getting more angry by the minute.
"I'm not having this conversation with you now Bella" he picked up his fishing gear and started to head out of the door "I'll see you later" he stepped out and headed to his car, I was in shock. My own father doesn't want me to have a child and he doesn't want a baby in his house, fine, I won't be in his house. I know your thinking I'm being a baby right now, but what if your father said those things to you?
I started to dial the number
"Hello?" a groggy face on the other said
"Hi, I sort of need a favour"