A/N: Alright... and the 1000 reviewer is...drum roll please...CullensTwiMistress... Yay, round of applause and applesauce...Now, let's finish this story. I'm getting antsy.

* looks for the winner *

Special Note: I'm all up for criticism in the reviews, I just ask that if you don't like it or disagree with something, I or any of the other authors write, that you be respectful about it. We do this for free and take time out of our RL and families in order to write such stories. We do this out of love.

Disclaimer: Stephenie owns all things Twilight. I own the bunny that attacked me to write this.

Beta: HollBeth


Simply Promised

Chapter 52

EPOV

She looks fragile while lying there on the hospital bed.

There are no tubes — besides the IV — connected to her anymore.

Bella is doing fine.

The baby... well, she's doing good so far.

She is the one that's being closely monitored.

I haven't left her side since she was admitted yesterday afternoon.

We've had visitors.

Some welcomed like Rosalie and Emmett.

And others not so much, like our parents.

Others not at all, like T and Riley.

Charlie's visit is... a quiet, tension-filled one.

He stares at me for what feels like the longest time.

I have the strongest urge to apologize and confess.

For what? I don't know.

I do know I'm not his favorite person and I doubt that I have ever been.

When my mom visits, things shift.

She says I need to call T and that I'm being insensitive to her feelings.

Apparently I'm a bad husband.

I was the one kicked out.

She doesn't understand that because apparently I should be groveling on my knees for forgiveness.

I have to remember that she loves me and Bella the same...

But I also have to remember that she doesn't know about my problems with T.

All she sees is me and Bella taking her child away.

Charlie invites my mom to coffee and when they return, my mom excuses herself and leaves.

It doesn't escape my notice that her eyes are red and puffy.

I can't focus on that... my girls still need me.

Charlie kisses Bella on the forehead and pats me on the back on his way out.

What the fuck was that about? I thought he hated me.


A/N: Reviews are the same as Charlie defending your honor... Oh you just better leave me some luv.