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On with our story...some people are pro-baby, some are against-baby. Hmmm...
It's been a week since my theory. A week of staring at the three sticks Edward had bought. I didn't have courage to pee on them because by now I was sure of the answer. My period had never been this late.
This morning I was determined to do it. To get over with it and have it out in the open.
The reason I was suddenly brave, was to make Edward forgive me for what I had done last night. This thing, it had been eating at me and what I had done was horrible. We were finally home at decent hours, ate dinner together and while watching TV, I found myself being carried to the bed. We hadn't had time for us in weeks. Everything had been as amazing as always and when I was right at the top of the cliff, ready to jump…something happened. My mind wandered to the potential life inside me and I was sure I scared the orgasm away. That resulted in the most horrible thing ever. I faked. I had no idea I could do it. Moreover, I was positive he had no idea it happened. We talked for a little while after that then fell quiet. I was sure he was sleeping when he grabbed my hand, clearing his throat.
"Why did you do it?" he had murmured.
"What?" I had asked sleepily.
"Don't deny it. I know what you did. I just want to know why." He had rolled on his side, trying to seek my eyes through the darkness.
I had been frozen under his gaze, unsure of what to answer. After endless minutes, I had finally answered. "I don't know."
With a loud snort, he had rolled on his other side and ignored my apologizes.
Taking a deep breath, I stuck the first stick between my legs and peed, then proceeded to do the same with the other two. The whole thing was immensely gross.
I took my time showering and brushing my teeth then, when enough time had passed, I looked at the sticks.
One had a pink plus so I guessed that seemed positive, the next one had a stupid smiley face and the last one had the words 'you're pregnant' written on it.
I should have been happy, but all I could feel was an empty feeling in my stomach. I wasn't sure how I should feel, but I knew that there should have been a happy part in this. I wasn't happy at all.
Not knowing how to tell Edward, I left the sticks on the kitchen table, on a napkin and went to work. During my lunch break, I called Rose and subtly asked how she was, how she felt, how it was to feel pregnant was. She thought nothing of my questions and told me this time around was much better than the first time. How happy she was. We talked for a long time and when I returned to work, I was still thinking of her words. She was happy. Maybe I had to give it some time, to sink in. There was no weird feeling, no visible change to make me grasp what was happening – besides the throwing up, of course. It had become a morning ritual – to pray to the toilet gods.
When I arrived home, Edward was there, sitting at the kitchen table, staring at the sticks. Had he even gone to practice?
"Uh, so yes….it's true," I told him, feeling awkward.
"I can see," he answered, looking up at me. "Do you want to find a doctor?"
My eyes widened. What was he talking about? Suddenly, I felt something stirring inside me. I felt protective toward the…little person inside me.
"NO!" I shouted, wrapping both hands over my stomach.
"No?" Edward echoed, shocked by my reaction. "Don't you want to see if…uh, the baby is okay?" he whispered, unsure how to call the little person.
"Wait. You mean like…someone to make sure we're okay?" I asked, relaxing.
"What else?" he asked, rolling his eyes. "Don't tell you thought… Are you crazy, Bella?"
"I'm sorry. The way you worded it…worried me," I admitted.
"So you want this."
"I guess I do." I shrugged, approaching him and leaning against one of his shoulders to kiss his cheek. "We can go to the hospital tomorrow."
"I really can't. I'm sorry. We have to be at the arena at eight and stay there until six or seven, sometime later. The pre-season is coming up," he explained, rubbing my arm. "But this weekend, I can."
"I'll go tomorrow and see what doctor to choose, maybe draw some blood tests," I told him, unsure.
"Sounds good. Will you be okay? You're not good with blood."
"I'll be okay," I promised.
After looking up a good doctor on the internet, next morning as I stepped into the hospital, I felt queasy. I always hated hospitals.
Finding the office wasn't that hard, but the doctor was on vacation. She really looked like a great person, but I decided to try the other doctor. I wanted to know how we were. Surprisingly, the other doctor had only a few patients. I wasn't thrilled because he was a male, but hey, they're known to be better than the women. Or so I heard.
I called Kim to tell her I'd be late, and when my turn came, I got up on unsteady legs and shuffled inside his office. I was surprised to find a relatively young man in front of me. He was around thirty years, dark hair that fell on his shoulders and when he looked up, I saw the bluest eyes I had ever seen.
"Hello," he greeted me with a smile.
"Hi." I gulped, averting my eyes. "Um…" I looked at the bed that was visible from the next room and it looked like a torture device. "I'm…" My eyes moved to a cabinet with different bottles inside.
"We can start with you sitting down and telling me your name," he said softly, gesturing to the seat across his desk. All the while he smiled. I was sure it wasn't every day he had some crazy woman around.
I plopped down and after taking a deep breath, I told him my name. "Isabella S…Cullen, but call me Bella."
"I'm Marcus Ruggiero." He extended his hand over the desk. I reached to shake it, but I was surprised when he kissed it.
"Are you Italian?" I blurted out, folding my hands on my lap.
He smirked. "Are you?"
I shrugged. "I think my great-grandmother came from Italy, though I'm not sure," I offered. I started relaxing, realizing he wasn't going to kill me here. Small talk always worked wonders with me and doctors.
"So does my family. I've been born and raised here, but all I know is that some of my relatives really came from Italy."
I nodded, focusing on the paint that was missing from thumb's nail. When did that happen?
"Well, what can I do for you, Bella?" he asked softly, leaning his elbows on the desk.
"I'm pregnant," I mumbled, saying the word loud for the first time.
Marcus laughed loudly. "I can say it's not every day someone comes in here already knowing."
I smiled sheepishly. "I've known for a while, but denied it. I guess…I have to accept it."
"I take it was unplanned," he said with a smile.
"You can say that, but we weren't careful either."
"Well, do you want to be sure everything is okay and to know how far along you are?"
I nodded and after he drew blood and I peed for him, he told me that he'd call me when the results come. Before I left, I gave him all my info because I had just became his patient.
After saying goodbye, I left, feeling a little better. Marcus said he'd tell me more about pregnancy once we were really sure. I had taken three tests to tell me that, but I kept my mouth shut and agreed with him.
"Bella!"
I froze, spinning on my heels to see Sylvia coming to me. How could I forget there was a chance to bump into her? We hadn't talked much since we had come back. She didn't know much.
"Hey," I whispered.
"What are you doing here?" she asked worried. "Are you sick?"
I gave her a smile and shook my head. "I'm good…just…you know…" I waved my hand around, trying to find a lie and coming out empty. "Yeah, I felt a little down and drew some blood," I explained. It wasn't exactly a lie.
"I hope you feel better. Do you have some time to catch up? Lunch?" she asked, moaning as her pager went off.
"Lunch. Call me when you know you're free," I said quickly.
"Sure. Bye!" she shouted over her shoulder, running to the elevator.
On my way to work, I called Edward and told him what I had done. He didn't sound happy of me having a male doctor, but I explained that Marcus was a great guy. Before I could tell him I had bumped into Sylvia and she could be the first one to find out, he said he had to go and dial tone beeped in my ear.
Work dragged and by five, I was tired and all I wanted was to go home and sleep. My plan didn't work because Sylvia called just as I was leaving, asking me to an early dinner. We decided to meet at the Italian restaurant close to my house.
Maybe I'd be allowed inside considering Edward wasn't with me, I thought amused.
When I arrived in front of the restaurant, Sylvia was there. She came to me and hugged me tightly.
"We haven't seen each other in forever! After I was in the elevator, I realized we hadn't talked much once you came back," she said excited. "You have to tell me everything about Jamaica!"
I laughed. "Let's go and order something then I'll tell you everything," I drawled the words being too tired to actually talk normal.
"Are you sure you're okay? You're a little pale."
I bit my lip and nodded, stepping inside and allowing the host to lead us to a table. When I saw our waiter, I stifled my amusement. It was the one from the last time. He didn't seem to recognize me, which I was grateful for.
Nothing on the menu looked appealing so I ordered some pizza. I couldn't go wrong with pizza…or so I hoped.
We talked about the honeymoon, about what she'd been up to, about the accident, about repairing the car, and in the end, I knew we were getting close to this morning. I wanted to keep up with the feeling unwell card until the doctor told me the words himself.
I was just starting to eat dessert when my phone rang. With an apologetic look to Sylvia, I answered.
"Hey, are you home?" Edward greeted.
"Uh, not really. Are you?"
"I'm really close. Around the restaurant."
I laughed. "I'm in there with Sylvia," I explained.
"Hmm…can I join you?"
"If you promise to behave," I teased him.
"See you soon." He hung up.
"Let me guess, he's joining us?" Sylvia asked, grinning.
"If there's food involved, he'll be there," I told her seriously just as I felt his arms around my shoulder and his lips on the top of my head.
"Hi, Sylvia," he whispered, still hugging me.
"Hi. I'm disappointed you're not wearing the infamous sun glasses."
"Did you tell her?" Edward groaned, sitting next to me.
"Uh, yes. It was too funny to pass on it," I said amused. "We have pictures. I promise to send you some," I told Sylvia.
"No way! You'll never see the pictures!" Edward hissed. "I'm hungry. Did you eat?" he changed the subject, narrowing one eye at me.
"I ate pizza. You can order something. You'd love our waiter," I added, winking.
"Really? Is it the same one?" Edward asked surprised, craning his neck. Then he grabbed my glass and looked into it. "Ah, no flies?"
Sylvia watched our exchange with wide eyes. While James, as I had remembered he was named, came to take Edward's order, I explained quietly to Sylvia what had happened. To my surprise, James recognized Edward but was really professional after he exclaimed "We've met before!" By the time James left to get Edward's food, Sylvia was laughing so hard there were tears running down her cheeks. Suddenly, she gasped and stopped laughing.
"Why did you do that?" she snapped at Edward.
"Because it's not that funny," he retorted.
"You kicked me!" she said in disbelief. "I thought Esme thought you better than to kick girls."
"If the girl in question is extremely annoying, I can make an exception," he shot back with a smile on his face. "OW!" he shouted, grabbing his leg.
Sylvia burst in laughter again. "We're even."
"It fucking hurts," Edward hissed.
I bit my lip, watching the exchange quite surprised. Since when did he kick girls? And I had no idea Sylvia was so revengeful.
"Fucking stop it," he muttered, moving his chair away from her reach.
"What are you doing?" I finally asked, looking between them.
"I have a twitch," Sylvia joked, picking her glass to take a sip.
"A twitch, my ass. When you don't get your way, you start kicking people," Edward mumbled. "Took your sweet time," he told James as he appeared with the food.
Not again, I thought. I didn't want to think of how well they knew each other.
After putting the plate in front of Edward, I heard James muttering something under his breath before leaving. Edward seemed frozen, looking disgusted at his plate.
"Are you fucking kidding me now?" he yelled making James freeze. I was sure he didn't expect Edward to hear him.
"Don't make a scene," I whispered, putting my hand on his knee.
"I'm sorry, sir. I shouldn't have said it," James apologized, coming to us with his hands behind his back.
"No, I won't fucking excuse you! I want to speak with you boss! That's what you tell all your customers?"
Sylvia gave me a questioning look and I shrugged. I hadn't caught the words.
"I apologize," James repeated.
Edward stood. "I said I want to talk to your boss," he snapped.
A redheaded woman – the one we had seen with James last time – scurried our way. "Is there a problem, sir?" she asked worried, giving James a warning look.
"Are you his boss?" Edward asked loudly. Everyone was focused on us by now.
"I'm his supervisor," she explained. "My name is Victoria."
"You want to know what he wished to me?"
James gave Victoria a panicked look, while she ignored him and after a glance around her, she focused back on Edward. "What was that?" she whispered.
"He said that he was so late because he spat and pissed in it then wished me to choke on it. That was after telling me to enjoy the meal," Edward explained calmly.
"Victoria, look-" James started saying, but she cut him off with a glare.
"That's Mrs. Burton to you, scumbag! I should have known you can't just be normal!" she yelled. Oh, this was getting personal. She started shouting at him, half words in Italian. I wished I knew some Italian. Once she had calmed down minutely, she turned to Edward, smoothing her uniform. "Excuse me, sir, I didn't catch your name."
"Edward Cullen," Edward muttered, looking quite smug at James. "Does this mean you're going to fire him and next time, if I decide this restaurant is worthy, I'd have a competent waiter?"
James's eyes were wide and he was sizing Edward up and down, gulping and visibly shaken. He probably recognized him, or realized he was serious.
"Mr. Cullen, I'll wait you for the rest of the night. I am sorry for the inconvenience," Victoria said professionally. "You, go and wait in my office," she snapped at James, who left after another look at Edward.
"Do you think I can eat now? Do you think I can trust you people?" Edward asked angry. "I want my check."
Victoria exclaimed something on Italian which sounded like a curse then took a deep breath. "It's on the house. I apologize again for James."
"Hmpf!" Edward took my hand, looking at Sylvia and telling her to follow us. I was too bewildered at what had happened to say anything. Everyone in the restaurant was stunned.
"Did he really say that?" Sylvia asked once we were outside.
"Yes. Did he think I was deaf or something?" Edward asked annoyed. "I hope the boss fires his ass and recommends him as bad seed to everyone."
"Well, thank you for an entertaining evening, Edward, but I have to go. I start early tomorrow. I'll see you around," Sylvia said, waving to us as she stopped a cab.
"Fucking idiot! How dare he?"
"Edward, calm down. It's done," I soothed him. "Let's go home. I'll cook you something."
"I'm fucking starving," he admitted, squeezing my hand. We started walking down our street. "So how did the appointment go?"
"I have to go after the tests are done. How was your day?"
"Awful. I'm tired. Practice, you know? And I thought Shaw just liked to see us falling on the court, but this is ten times worse."
"This is the real deal," I reminded him. "You want to win this year and more important, you want to be on the court!"
"That's right. Coach said he might add me on the first game, even as a substitute."
I laughed remembering how against substitutes he used to be. "Anything else?"
"Oh!" Edward exclaimed. "Liz called me and asked if we wanted to go over on Friday. It's…Ed's birthday."
"Well, I suppose. Do you want to go?"
"Dunno. She said he'd be pleased to see me coming, so not to buy anything," he said, shrugging.
"If you want to go…we can go," I said softly.
More to come on Monday. Have a great weekend!
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