A/N: Let's see if we can kill someone off...

* prepares the tomb *

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Beta: HollBeth

Simply Promised

Chapter 27

BPOV

Three months gestation...

I can't do anything... nothing at all.

The nausea and vomiting have taken over my life.

I need help getting off the couch to just be able to get to the bathroom.

Rosalie has become an essential part of my life.

Like she wasn't before.

I adore her, there are no limits to what I wouldn't do for her.

I would even bury a body for her.

Well, her and Ed.

She was even here for me during WW3... also known as my break-up.

I think we broke up. I'm not too sure anymore.

My wedding was supposed to be three days ago.

I was too sick to get up, but I made the effort.

I put on the dress, a white puffy muffin dress. I sat still for the make-up and hair.

I was doing this for him.

After months of hell and sharing me with crazy Tranny and protective Ed, he deserved this much from me.

As soon as I sat down in the car waiting to take me to the church...

It hit me, the smells of garbage and food nearby.

Without warning, I threw up... everywhere.

Emmie, my driver for the day, freaked the fuck out.

All he saw was red coming out of my mouth and thought I was dying; he thought I was bleeding.

He started driving fast like a whore out of church. It made everything worse.

By the time we arrived at the hospital, I was too out of it to say anything.

I couldn't talk and breathing was just as difficult since I could feel the vomit in my nose.

Had Emmie let me explain, I would have told him that I had just drank my pre-natal vitamins with a red gatorade, hence the red color.

Needless to say, I didn't make it to my wedding and Riley thought I had stood him up in front of everyone.

He wasn't happy with my explanations, either.

"That's a lot of lies there, Bella. Who in their right mind would believe you? If you didn't want to marry me you should have said something in the first place. How could you be so selfish?"

Me. Selfish.

Too stunned to speak, too sick to even try.

I'm afraid to open my mouth sometimes... afraid that if I do, my body will take it as a cue and let the vomit out.

Tears prick my eyes.

I'm sorry, I really am.

I hate to disappoint people, especially those that I love.

I want to tell him that I love him, that I do want to marry him.

I also want to ask him for a little more time so my body gets through this.

"I need time," I say.

But when the words leave my mouth I'm wondering, What kind of time am I'm really asking for?

He motions to my body holding the bucket protectively under my chin. "You need time to get done with that. Just, time."

His voice is cold and sarcastic.

Time.

I do need that.

And I am not selfish, at least I don't think I am.

"I'm guessing you're asking for nine months? Is that all you need or will you ask for more after that, you know, to lose the fat."

I hadn't thought about that.

It might not be such a bad thing to ask for.

But Rosalie, my ever guardian, has other ideas.

Good thing Ed isn't here.

A/N: Reviews are the same as Riley gone... Oh you just better leave me some luv.