Lots of things happen, so I'll keep my note short. Uhh, review, and enjoy!

BPOV

I was in and out of consciousness for I don't know how long. Sometimes I woke up alone. Sometimes there were people in the dark room talking about me, injecting me with more of that serum, whatever it was. And sometimes it was just James, touching me and violating me in ways I just didn't want to know, his body sweaty and grunting against mine. I learned how to tune it out when that happened, just to space out and pretend I was in a different part of the world, pretended I was at home with Edward, on the couch watching crappy movies and throwing popcorn at each other. Anywhere but in James' clutches was okay with me.

After a while, I was just tired. I could barely hold my weight up with my toes anymore. My fingers were achy, and sometimes I just couldn't feel them at all I was just ready to give up. I would rather die than live like this. I'm just sorry that I never got actually tell Edward that I loved him in person. But I'm pretty sure he knew that.

I was hungry. And I was sure I was hallucinating. There was a lot of noise going on upstairs. The report of guns and screaming, running. Something was happening. I wondered what. Because to have this much noise meant something bad.

What if they came for James, but he didn't tell them I was down here and I would be left her to die.

I tried to open my mouth and scream, but nothing came out. Nothing at all. So I just gave up.

I withdrew myself from reality. Everything was gone. I went to my happy place.

I lay in bed with Edward, our bodies entwined with each others, our kisses so much sweeter. He leans forward to capture my lips and I smile. Can't help it. I kiss him back, just as eager. And he holds me. Holds me tight and whispers in my ear that he loves me.

He loves me. I know that.

"I love you too Edward." And his eyes convey everything. They sparkle dramatically, with beautiful intensity I can't help but admire.

And so we get out of and we go out side. It's a beautiful day, a day where there's no rain, just sunlight. I raise my face to the sun, feeling the warmth. Edward picks me up around my waist and spins me around, making my dress flutters in the wind. He smiles at me and I smile back. Everything is perfection.

We lay in the grass in the back yard, my head on his stomach as he strokes my hair. His touch is like fire, my body craves the heat. I think about us and our future together. After we graduate?

I want to open a bakery. Make cookies and cakes and brownies. I want to get married. Married in March or April, when the flowers are all in bloom, when everything is colorful and beautiful and perfect. I want to have children. Make children with Edward. I want to do everything with him, because there was no reason not to.

"A penny four you thoughts," he says, in a voice just barely above a whisper. His beautiful voice, the voice of an archangel. I smiled.

"Red or blue?" I ask him.

No doubt confusion masks his face, but he answers anyway. "Red." He doesn't say anything, and I know he wants to, so I stay silent. "Why?"

"The color of my underwear underneath my wedding dress," I say. He laughs blithely and vibrantly, without a care in the world for anything other than what we have right here.

"You're a naughty girl, Isabella Swan."

I smile, mostly to myself, but it's a smile none the less.

"Hmm. Would you like to find out the color of my underwear now, Mr. Cullen?" I sit up and look at his face and run away from him. But there he is, chasing after me, like he's always been, since the first day I met him. After lust at first, then after my heart. I could only surrender to him. He loves me.

He tackles me and then we fall to the ground together. I laugh and he smiles. He puts his fingers up my dress, feeling nothing but skin. "You're such a tease, Isabella Marie Swan," he says. I smile.

"Guilty as charged." He leans down and kisses me and I kiss him back, and then everything goes black

EPOV

There was a lot of commotion, more screaming, and a lot of gun shots.

Way to let the asshole know we were in his fucking house.

From where Chief and I were standing, we could see James in the living room, shooting at something and then Leah run toward us.

"Seth is distracting. If you want to get her out of here alive, then I suggest you do it now. Chief, we're going to need some help. He's got about another three men at least."

Chief nodded ad turned to me.

"Run to the basement. Don't look back. Don't stop. Just go and find cover," he said.

I nodded and I was off, doing exactly what the chief said. I wasn't scared, but my heart was beating a million beats per second as I practically jumped down the stairs. I went to the far corner, where Paul was motioning me over, and then he stepped in front of me, covering me. I felt completely numb.

"Don't move or say anything," he growled at me. I nodded again. I wrinkled my nose at how bad it smelled in here. It was like sex, and mold, and stale air, and shit. It wasn't like a normal basement. The floor was dirt, and it was way uneven. But then I looked up and all I could do was widen my eyes. Paul held me back, because he knew exactly what I'd saw. He was focusing on Bella just as I was. She was dangling lifelessly from the ceiling. She was bruised and naked, and there were blood marks all down her arms from where the rope cut into her wrists. But after a few seconds, I had to look away, because I couldn't handle it. Jared was already handling her. He checked her for a pulse and then looked at Paul, nodding. I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding. He lifted her body and cut the ropes off of her, laying her in the floor.

He checked her pulse again and then he spoke softly in the radio. Paul walked away from in front of me, but I was completely paralyzed. And I had no clue why.

Was it because I was practically right about finding Bella looking almost dead? My hands were shaking as I watched Jared and Paul poke and prodded at her body. Paul looked around, his eyes focusing on a small window. I looked toward the door. It was closed and Paul was standing watch. There was still a lot of noise upstairs. I just hoped things didn't get too dramatic and someone figured out that we were down here.

"Edward," Jared said, "I'm going to help you climb through that window, and then I'm going to push Bella through. Carry her to Emily, and have her call in the team if Leah and Seth haven't already."

"That's not going to happen."

All three of us looked up at James, who flipped a switch to turn on the lights of the basement. It was eerie and crude. He was standing there with a gun in his hands. He sighed.

"When are you fuckers going to believe me when I tell you that I'm going to make her mine? She's mine, whether you fucking like it or not," he growled.

"Hey, man," Jared said. "Just put down the gun, and no one gets hurt."

"Yeah, Like I'm really that stupid, asshole." And then he raised it and pulled the trigger, right into Jared's arm. He fell back, clutching his bicep. Paul shot his gun, but the stupid asshole moved and dodged the bullet. Jared was calling in for backup, while James went to Bella's body, putting the barrel of the gun to her forehead.

I practically stopped breathing.

He was going to kill her.

"If you all don't move the fuck away, I will shoot her fucking brains out! I swear to fucking God, I'll do it!" James screamed at us. Jared scrambled away, and then Paul and I stepped back. Paul was pissed off, I could see it in his face.

But even more, how was I going to try to save Bella when I was so far, but he was so close?

It was nearly impossible.

"Now," James continued. "Pick one."

"Pick one what?" Paul said.

"Pick a kid!" He yelled. "Do you want him," he said, pointing to me, "or Isabella." My eyes widened. My heart pounded against my chest. I guess I was actually going to die? Was I scared? Hell yes. But was it worth it?

Fuck yeah.

Immediately, I looked at Paul and said, "Pick her."

"I told you to the fuck shut up!" Paul said to me. I looked away from him, to Bella's body. "Let her go," he said.

"Is that your choice?"

Reluctantly, Paul nodded.

I took a deep breath. Jared on the floor was breathing hard; blood was seeping through his wound. Paul next to me was watching intently James. He held his firearm up to his chest, aimed at James. James was pointing his gun at me. I blinked when I heard a fire, but I didn't get hit. James was straggling backwards, hitting the wall. Someone shot him again, and then Paul went over to him, slamming him around, putting him in hand cuffs.

But it could have happened a different way, because immediately, I was kneeling next to Bella's body. I could hear sirens outside.

Jared called for Emily to come and help since Jared was out and Paul was taking James away. The paramedics came down, strapped her to a gurney, covering her body with a blanket. Silently, Emily and I followed them, and she hugged me out of nowhere.

She was crying into my shoulder, but I was numb. And it wasn't because I was too good to cry. It was just because I simply couldn't.

"Is anyone coming with the young lady?" one of the female paramedics called over to us. Emily pushed me towards the ambulance, so I went.

When we arrived at the hospital, they made me get out first and then wait inside, while they pushed her in. They started spouting off a whole bunch of things in three different languages, saying things I'd only seen in movies. I could only think how safe Bella was. And that was it. That's all I could think about.

Because she was unconscious and completely deprived of any food or water, they hooked Bella up to machines and tubes and oxygen, after cleaning her up and performing a rape kit on her. They had to give her stitches on her wrists, because the ropes had cut in so deep, and one on her temple where she had been hit with something. Emily had followed us with the car, photographing everything for evidence and then she came back to talk to me, telling me what was happening.

"I'm assured you can stay here and watch over her right?" she asked. Her face was contorted with pain. A lot of pain. She sighed. She made me take off the vest, since I didn't need it anymore. It was uncomfortable anyway.

I just wanted to see Bella anyhow.

"I told them that you were her fiancée." She bit her lip, her eyes cast down. "She's married you know, to him. Legally. They couldn't find an Isabella Swan, but they had her photograph under Isabella Dwyer," she said. My mouth dropped open, and I stared at her. Emily's lip quavered. "I'm really sorry Edward," she said. I just looked away from her.

"It's not your fault," I said to her.

"She's in room 622. It's next to the ICU."

"Intensive care?"

She shook her head. "No, but they stationed her there because she didn't look so good. Something happened . . . her heart stopped for a few seconds while they started to hook her up. She might not make it Edward. It's all just too much for her little body." She wiped the tear that leaked from her eye. "Just go to her. And tell her you love her, because it could be the last time."

She walked away from me, and then I went to the elevator, pushing the "6" button.

It wasn't like when I was in Chicago. In Chicago I broke down easily. But now, it was just way too surreal. Bella couldn't die. She just couldn't. It wasn't possible. She was my life. If she died then I died and there would be a lot of people wanting to kick our asses because we were dead. That was for sure.

I walked down the hallway, trying to ignore what Emily said.

613 . . .

I knew she was only trying to help, but she only fed my fears.

615 . . .

It made me remember the first time I met her, all the things I ever thought about her, what I would change if I could.

617 . . .

Because there was definitely a lot I would change.

619 . . .

It just made sense.

621 . . .

I couldn't handle this . . . . almost not having Bella. It just didn't work that way.

It was both of us.

Or none of us.

622.

When I walked into the room, there was a nurse it there, caring for the IV and whatever she was plugged into. She smiled at me. "You must be the young man Mrs. Uley was talking to me about, Edward, yes?" she asked.

I nodded.

"Well son, she's been through a lot, but it you behave, I'll let you stay since you're her fiancé." she said. I smiled weakly at her.

I nodded again. She left the room, patting me on the back.

She felt the same thing that Emily felt, that Bella wasn't strong enough to make it. I knew she was though. I just knew it.

I put one of the chairs next to her bed, taking one of her pale limp hands in mine. I didn't say anything. Nothing. People usually confessed things to people who were in comas, but I didn't have anything to confess, because I'd already told Bella everything.

I didn't confess anything, just talked to her. Tried to calm her, because if I knew Bella, her head was definitely crammed with feelings that weren't so hot. I lifted my feet so they were on the side of the bed, put my arm over my knees, and rested my chin on my forearm.

"Hey," I whispered. "Do you remember that time over summer when we went on the walk into the woods?" I said to her. She didn't respond, and somehow, I knew that, but I wished for it anyway. "You asked me what I was thinking. And I told you nothing. And you let it go. But really, Bella, I was thinking about you. About what we would do when we graduated from high school. Because you still have to do that you know. You have to live to see your birthday, and that's in five days. You're going to be eighteen. Remember? You made me promise that I would treat you like I do every other day, nothing special. And I promised. But that wasn't going to happen, Bella. You know that I was going to plan something great and fantastic because you fucking deserve it. You deserve everything that makes you feel beautiful, Bella, that makes you feel like you're the most amazing girl in the entire planet. You're my girl; that by default already makes you fucking insane.

"I remember the first time I saw you. Bella, you make me ramble," I chuckled to myself. Even if it was only because I was trying to keep my self from crying. "Please wake up," I whispered. "I promise to keep you safe forever Bella. I promise. Please."

I fell silent. I just stared at her. And it was a long time, but I tried to read her face, read her thoughts, her mind.

Nothing.

Eventually, I fell asleep. It was dreamless and deep, just nothing. One of those sleeps where it lasted for hours, but really felt like five minutes.

Bella was like that for days, I lost track. Seth usually was the one who forced me out of the room, gave me clothes and made me shower. Otherwise I would have just sat there staring at her, trying to will her awake. And we all knew that wasn't going to happen. Not at all.

Seth took me away from the hospital, and that made me anxious.

"Calm, down Edward," he said. I looked at him. We were walking to the car, to the hotel they had gotten themselves while we were here. My body was completely numb, and I hadn't eaten in two days. I just wanted to be next to Bella. I would be just fine, pretending I'm not.

I think.

He waited patiently while I showered and brushed my teeth, getting dressed in clothes that weren't mine, but that fit like they did.

Seth laughed when he saw me.

"Whose clothes are these? I asked.

"Leah's." He laughed again.

Leah was really thin, but still, she had curves. But damn, her clothes were nice. Seth gave me dark blue skinny jeans and a Mindless Self Indulgence shirt. At least she had taste, you know. I pulled a belt through the loops of my jeans, and then finished towel drying my hair, just running my fingers through it. That constituted as combing it in my book.

Seth took me out to eat then, going no where fancy, just Chik-fil-A. He bought food for the both of us, getting quite a hefty amount. And we ate it all, not talking or anything. But then I looked pleadingly at Seth, wanting him to take me to the hospital.

So he took me back, buying more food for Leah who was supposed to be there with Bella already.

I entered her room and I took my usual place, with her hand in my hand and my eyes watching her closed ones.

I sat there the entire day, until nightfall when Leah dragged me out to eat. But this time, she took me shopping. Like I wanted to go shopping. Bella could have woken up any second you know. And I wouldn't have been there.

"That's my favorite outfit you're wearing Edward," she said. I smiled at her.

"I had no choice. Seth gave it to me."

"I know sweetie. You need some fresh air, though, okay?" she said. "Just breathe Edward. She's still alive. You're not being patient. Do you think she would want to see you worry over her like this?"

I nodded. "Bella's not like most girls, Leah. If she says she doesn't want a million people to be crying over her death, then that's exactly what she wants. But that's only sometimes you know. There's this complex mathematical formula that you can use to figure her out, but I haven't taken calculus yet, so I'm only guessing and checking." Leah laughed, and that made me laugh. "Bella's not an easy person to figure out. She's been through things before this. She's fragile, even if she thought she could conquer the world."

Leah smiled. "Well, if we didn't act like that, then we wouldn't be able to do the things we do. Like put up with men."

I smiled then.

We walked into a store I had no idea existed before today. She walked around and told me to pick out some clothes for Bella and me. So I did. She handled Bella's under things, while I mine. Then she bought them all, and we went to eat.

"Hey Leah?" I said, taking a bite of my burger.

"Yeah?" She chewed on a French fry.

"I don't think Bella's going to like it if you guys make me fat," I said with a smile.

"Oh, pish-posh! You're a man. You have high metabolism."

It's true I did.

This time, I was okay with being away from Bella for so long. I think we both needed the space. It's been four days. Tomorrow was her birthday. And I didn't know what to do. I mean. What if she wakes up and I wasn't there. Just what if, you know?

But Leah made me sleep at the hotel, and seeing how I couldn't argue my way out of it, even though we were yelling at each other in the car, and halfway up to the room, she wouldn't budge on anything. But she didn't leave me either. She was mostly out on the porch with her iPod, drawing. So I went and sat beside her, wanting company after a few hours.

"When my father died two years ago, things were, hard," she said without looking at me. I sighed.

"Leah—"

"And I thought I was never going to cope with it. I thought it was the end of the world. But you get over these things," she said.

"No, you don't. I mean its one thing for Bella to die from something that was a complete accident, like a heart attack or a disease, but for this? This is something I would never forgive myself. Because instead of just going out to play guitar that night, I could have kept watch over her. I could have stayed home with her, and waited for her to wake up, or fall asleep myself." I pinched the bridge of my nose again.

"You're blaming something that's completely out of your control, Edward. You can't keep her safe from everything."

"But dammit if I can't try. You don't know how much Bella means to me. I don't know how much Bella means to me. She just means so much to me that I can't even explain it. No one has ever made me feel the way she does. And it's not even about sex. It's about her. The way she smiles and laughs, and does that thing where she fakes giggles, because she doesn't want to hurt your feelings. Bella's perfect. Completely perfect, and I don't think I can live if she dies."

"You've got it bad," she said. I smiled.

"I do. And I'm not afraid to say so. I would do anything for her. Even if it's to get on top of a building and admit that I'm whipped."

Leah laughed. "Shit like that doesn't happen very often," she said.

"People admitting they're whipped?"

"No, retard I meant people loving each other unconditionally. You put her on this pedestal and I don't think she's ever coming down."

I said nothing. I couldn't answer to that. Because there was nothing more right than what she had just said. I knew that I put Bella on a pedestal. But it wasn't like I made her out to be an angel. She may have looked like one, but god knew that she was nothing but. She was Satan dressed up in a halo. And I loved it. Because she was my kind of girl. She was my girl.

And that was the end of it.

I couldn't sleep that night, so I asked Leah to take me back to the hospital. And she finally agreed.

I took my normal spot next to Bella, and then I put my head down, falling asleep in seconds.

BPOV

I opened my eyes slowly, blinking away the crust and forcing my eyes open.

I was in the hospital, which meant, I was saved.

I moved parts of my body. My fingers, my toes, wiggled my legs, moved my head.

I was intact. I sighed. I looked over at the person holding my hand, his long, familiar fingers lightly holding my hand. I stroked the back of his hand lightly, just lying there listening to him breathe. Because that's exactly what he was doing. What I was doing, because I was alive.

A man came into the room then, dressed in a lab coat. Probably checking on me.

"Hey, Sleeping Beauty," he said quietly, as not to wake Edward. "You're an early riser. It's only six-thirty."

"Hi," I croaked out. I smiled weakly, finding the strength in my body to try to sit up.

He smiled. "How are you feeling?" He asked.

"Pretty good. Just my throat is sore."

"That'll clear up soon," he said. He picked up the clipboard at the end of the bed looking over the information. "So you're eighteen today?" he said.

"I guess. I mean, I haven't really been able to keep track of the dates, you know."

He nodded. "Well happy birthday." He looked over the papers again, and then at me.

"What's wrong?" I demanded.

"Just some things we found during your testing," he said.

"Like what?" I said slowly. "Am I going to die?" I asked.

He shook his head. "No. That's one thing that's not going to happen. You're perfectly healthy. But, something surprising has come up."

"Will you just tell me?" I said impatiently.

"Well, it seems that you're about seven weeks pregnant."

"Pregnant? How?"

"Signs show that you haven't been taking your birth control pill for a few weeks, but you're pregnancy goes farther back than that. You probably forgot to take it one day while sexually active."

I looked away from the doctor to Edward. I sighed. What if the baby was James' baby? What if Edward didn't want me because of that?

I sighed again.

"Who is he?" he asked.

"The father," I said. Hopefully. "He's my fiancé."

"Oh. Congratulations."

"Thank you."

He messed with my IV, injecting it with something. I didn't ask, because I didn't feel like. I was pregnant, after telling Edward that I didn't want to be.

He would be happier than me, that's for sure.

I just back, taking my hand from Edward's and running it through his hair. Silky smooth, just like my fingers had anticipated.

Just thinking about him made my body react. But I felt disgusting and dirty. So I pressed the nurse's call button.

"Yes?" she said, swinging inside the room.

"Hi, I was wondering if I can take a shower." I asked. My cheeks flooded with a blush. She smiled though.

"Sure, sweetie." She began disconnecting me from the IV and the oxygen tubes, taking off the stickers that connected me to the heart monitor. She helped me move since I was still too weak to move and walk by myself. So she helped me out of my gown and then turned the water. She held my hand and waited patiently while I showered.

She conversed with me,

"So, that young man," she said. "He's your fiancé?"

"Yeah. We got engaged sometime ago. Without the intention to get married so quickly. I guess it was just the fact that we wanted to have the title, to make it so we were completely untouchable." I smiled.

"He hasn't moved for days. I think the longest he'd ever been away was for maybe five hours, and that may be an over estimate. He sat there and watched you sleep. That was dedication. Usually people go home after a day or two. But not him."

I smiled. "I know he loves me," I said.

"Because if that's not love, then I don't know what is."

I washed my hair and my body. Smelling like generic soap was better than smelling disgusting.

She gave me a towel and then helped my back into a fresh gown, and a pair of panties that were in a bag marked "Bella's Clothes".

She left and then brought me breakfast, hooking me up to the IV again. I ate a little bit sort of forcing some of it down. I was starving, but I couldn't stomach it, so I pushed it away.

"Don't worry sweetie," the nurse said. I smiled. She put the tray aside. It was already eight thirty. I was getting impatient, and wanted Edward to wake up. I wanted to see him.

EPOV

"Edward?" I heard some one say. I lifted my face rubbing my eyes from sleep, seeing the nurse from last night. I looked at Bella and she was smiling. She was smiling . . . . Smiling . . . . Awake . . . . Alive.

"Morning," she whispered. She rubbed her throat, and then she smiled, taking her hand from mine and putting it on the side of my face. "I lost my voice," she said.

I smiled. "Bella, right now, that's the least of my worries." She smiled. But when I reached out to touch her, she winced, but she didn't pull back. A coldness pitted in my stomach. He did so much shit to her that I couldn't touch her without her getting scared.

"Watch it," she croaked. "My fingers are sprained."

I sighed with happiness. "I thought you didn't want to touch you," I said to her.

"Never Edward. You fucking saved me. You can touch any part of me that you want to." She raised and eyebrow and I laughed. She was still Bella. I didn't know how she managed that at all. But still, her face looked wary. Just as I was about to ask her what's wrong, Charlie came inside the room. He was still wearing his uniform, a cup of coffee in his hand, and a bag of food. He tossed it to me.

"You look like hell," he said.

"I feel like hell," I said. He smiled. Bella looked between us, trying to decipher whether or not if this was going to turn into an argument.

"So, Isabella," he said. Bella looked at Charlie. "Were you ever going to tell me that you were getting married?"

She winced again, and this time I knew why. "Dad," she said. "James married me," she said.

Charlie's face turned red hot. He was fucking pissed. And I could see why. Some guy just up and married his only daughter. "I'm going to kill that son of a bitch! I swear to God, Bella, I will fix this," he said. "You okay?" She nodded.

"Yeah. It's just my throat."

"Okay. Well, I'm going to investigate this, try to get this figured out. " And then he left the room. But then he came back and walked over to Bella. Giving her a hug. "I love you kid. Maybe just as much as Edward does. If that's even possible," he said.

"That's two different kinds of love, Daddy," she whispered. He smiled at her. "I love you too."

She smiled again, and then he left the room. She opened her mouth to speak to me, but then she closed it as Seth, Paul, Leah, and Emily came in. No Jared.

And they all looked like shit.

Seth's arm was in a sling and a cast, Leah had a black eye, and her arm was in a sling. Paul was shirtless, a bloodied bandage on his side. And Emily, shaken and trembling, but a small smile played her lips.

"You defy the odds," Emily said. "The doctor's were sure you were going to die. We're really happy that you lived," she said.

"Yeah," Leah said. "We can all have a recovering party when we get home," she said. I smiled. Bella laughed, even though it was a croaky wheezy sound. It made everyone laugh more and she just laughed with us.

Paul didn't say anything, but Seth did.

"I'm really sorry that we didn't get to you earlier. It was my entire fault that this happened in the first place. If I had been on my shift instead of taking care of my girlfriend—"

"That slut," Leah muttered.

"–you wouldn't be in this mess."

But Bella just smiled.

"It's not a big deal guys," she said. "But I really thank you guys. I really do. Both me and Edward."

Seth just nodded and he left the room. Paul followed him. Then Emily left, and all that was left was Leah.

"Where's Jared?" I asked her.

"He went back to America. But the Chief is back at the house.

He's gathering evidence and stuff with the teams. They found some bodies in the basement, crudely buried. All girls. They have enough evidence to put James away for three life sentences, if not two death penalties," Leah said. She took a set next to me.

"Can they do that?" Bella asked. Leah nodded.

"You'd be amazed at what judges can do. And especially since if you get the death penalty and live, you can walk away—and not be tried for the same thing twice."

Bella grimaced, and Leah got the hint.

"You're safe sweetie," she said. Bella nodded. "Well, I'm going to catch up with he team, gotta talk to my brother. He's been an ass lately, thinks he's in love with his girlfriend, that manipulating, conniving, bitchy, self centered—"

"Leah?" I said.

"Oh, right." She laughed nervously, and the bolted. Bella laughed and then she looked at me. Her smiled was scared. Wary. Afraid.

"What's wrong Bella?" I asked her.

"I have something to tell you, but you have to promise me that you will keep an open mind about this. Please," she said.

I nodded. My heart was pounding at my chest. She took my hand.

"Well, when they took all those tests last night, they found something. And I know that this is shocking, but, they found out that I'm pregnant."

"What?!" I almost yelled.

Bella winced back. I stopped myself before saying anything. Bella was patient. She just looked at me, willing me to calm down. And I did. I stared at her.

"But I need to ask you something," she said. When I didn't say anything, she went ahead. "Well, how long have I been gone," she asked me.

"About a week," I said. "Well, you were taken two weeks ago. You've been out for almost a week."

She grinned. "Edward. I'm at seven weeks."

I processed what she was saying. Everything she was saying. Seven weeks was about two months ago, a little less. That was somewhere over the summertime. That baby was definitely mine.

"Wow," I said. I smiled at her.

"A little bit of good news. I thought you might want it," she said. Her face danced with delight and I leaned over and kissed her. She inhaled sharply and was frozen for a second, but then she kissed me back. She scared me sometimes. Maybe she would have that episode where I wouldn't be able to touch her for a while. I sighed and looked at her.

"That's very good news Bella," I told her. "Happy birthday," I said to her.

She grimaced. "How old am I?"

"Eighteen, remember?"

"Oh, yeah," she said with a bright smile. "Legal."

She laughed. I laughed. It was going to be hard taking care of a baby, but we could do it. I just hoped that Bella got better and fast.

"Edward," she said.

"Yeah, Bella?"

"We're going to have a baby," she whispered. I smiled at her.

"Please tell me you're joking." That was Charlie's voice. And he was surprised, that's for sure.

"I wish I could Daddy, but I can't," Bella said in her smart alec-y voice she had mastered. Bella sighed. "Don't be mad," she said.

"I'm not, I'm just surprised. Didn't Edward tell you that I approved of you guys already?" he asked.

Bella smiled and looked at me. "No. Why didn't you?" she said.

"Slipped my mind," I said.

"Right. Another good thing and it just slipped your mind?" She asked incredulous. I laughed.

"How far are you?" Charlie asked.

"Seven weeks. It's Edward's. Of course," she squeaked.

"That good. So are you keeping it?" Chief asked.

"Of course!" she said to her father. "So when can we go home?" she asked.

"Soon, kid. Soon."

Please review guys. I hope you liked the chapter. A lot of good things came out.

I was disappointed guys, I thought I would get more reviews so I could post earlier . . . guess not.

But here you go.

If I get twenty reviews, I'll have the next chapter up by Tuesday:) instead of next saturday.

(And the only reason I'm posting today is because I can't Saturday.)

If not, then by Saturday. Love you guys,

Jess.