A/N: Let's hear more from Bella, shall we. More from me at the bottom.

Waiting can be excruciating.

When I graduated high school, I waited for them to call my name. The moments from the time the person standing in front of me was announced to the time they called my name, I spent psyching myself up. Worrying was a necessary evil, but I didn't want to fall while crossing the stage accepting my diploma.

And when Edward and I married, I waited as my bridesmaids walked the aisle towards the man of my dreams. I spent that time thinking about all the things that could go wrong until the reception. Will Edward leave me at the alter? Will a candle fall and burn down the church? Will someone speak up at that one moment saying they object? Not that I had anyone I was expecting to do that, but the thought was there.

And now I am waiting for the doctor, for Edward, and for the police. Sitting in this bed is driving me insane. There is a television, but I don't want to watch it. And there are these special buttons on this remote. I could hit one and send every nurse in the hall to my room. It might be fun, but what I really want is answers and comfort. I want to hear how bad my injuries are from the doctor. I want to know from the police that they have enough evidence to lock up the son of a bitch for good. But, ultimately, I just want a hug from Edward. I want him to hold me, and surround me with his infectious scent. I want him to ground me and take away my pain and discomfort.

Hearing a knock on the door, I look up to see a man wearing a white coat enter. He isn't looking at me but glancing through my chart. He keeps flipping through various pages, but it surprises me I have that many since I've only been here a little while. Walking around the bed, he reaches the side nearest the window then finally looks up at me and smiles. "Bella, my name is Doctor Jenks."

"Hi." It hurts to talk and I quickly immobilize my jaw.

Doctor Jenks observes me wince. "You don't need to talk right now. In looking over your chart it looks like you've had quite the experience these last few hours."

I nod. What else could I do? Does he think I am stupid? I want to scream at him. I never asked for this, never expected a date would land me here in this hospital.

"Since your arrival, we took several samples and tests." He surveys my face. I feel like I am under a microscope with the intensity of his stare. He grazes the skin and it sends intense pain coursing through my cheek. "You have blunt trauma on your left cheek. The bone is fractured and you will continue to experience swelling and redness. I don't see any blood in your eye, but it could appear; and the area underneath the eye could have an altered sensation."

I bring my hand up to my cheek but before I can touch it, I pull it away and down to my lap intertwining with my other hand. As much as I want to feel the trauma, I know touching it will make the pain worse. Listening to the doctor isn't helping. If I am honest with myself, I am more focused on thinking about Edward and wondering when he will get here. That's all I really care about in this moment. But he keeps speaking in medical language that is slightly foreign to me. I understand some of it and know my physical situation isn't terrible in the grand scheme of things. Jacob never got the opportunity to hurt me more than the punch to the face and my wrists being tied.

Watching the doctor, I see his eyes shift to the doorway. He makes eye contact with the visitor. My heart speeds up and part of me wants it to be the nurse because I imagine I look terrible and I don't want someone to see me this way. "May I help you?" the doctor says. And that's when I know—Edward is here. Yet he isn't rushing towards my side. I'm afraid to look at him, to show him my face. It's a reminder of what I've been through. But I do it anyway. Ever so slowly, I roll my head to face the door. My breath hitches as I stare at a possessed man. He is angry. Nostrils flaring with his hair sticking up all over the place. This isn't my Edward. This is Edward full of rage. He takes a deep breath, and tries to talk but his voice catches. Trying again he responds, "Bella," then rushes to my side.

The closer he gets, the anger is replaced with pain. I can see it clearly in his eyes. I disgust him, and look away—back at the doctor. Edward's hand reaches for mine; his fingers intertwine with mine. I squeeze tightly to let him know I know he is here and want him next to me. But I'm concerned by his anger. It's not like him to show it so severely. It's not like us to be so careless. It's not like me to be a victim. A tear pools in my eye and slips down my cheek. Caught by the pad of his finger, I glance up at him to see him smile. He leans down and kisses the top of my head.

He's here. We're going to be OK.

The doctor lets out a cough to gain our attention and says, "You must be Edward, Bella's husband? I've already filled her in on most of her condition." He repeats some of the information he shared with me. "Just remember, she will be in a lot of pain for a while and requires some recovery time. Her cheek will heal. Her wrists will be red but will get better in time. But, there is one more item to discuss." The doctor begins to smile.

I wonder what in the world would make him smile. Nothing about my condition seems funny. I feel anger build in my body in reaction. He hasn't been the most mannered as far as doctors and trauma-experienced patients go, but he's smiling. Looking to Edward for information, I see his mood shifts again and is now replaced with concern, almost fear.

The doctor continues, "I've looked at the reports, we need to do an ultrasound, but—"

"Just tell us about the baby," Edward demands.

"What?" I say temporarily forgetting about the pain.

Looking into Edward's eyes for answers, I see him glance at me briefly, but his focus is primarily on the doctor... waiting for the truth. Edward reaches behind into his back pocket to reveal a plastic bag. While waving it in the air he says, "The baby, what harm has this done?"

"I'm..."

Stunned.

"Is she still..." Edward couldn't finish, the emotion overwhelming him in this moment. He breaks down in front of me dropping to his knees. He places his head briefly on my stomach as he cries. "God Bella, I thought I lost you. I was so afraid to live in a world you don't exist. I love you so much." My hand caresses his head. He needs me to be strong, if only for this brief moment. And I do it for him, for us.

"Edward. I love you." He stands up and leans over me giving me the hug I desperately wanted ever since I got here. He looks into my eyes as he touches my right cheek, caressing it softly. I close my eyes as Edward kisses my forehead. Taking a deep breath, he composes himself then stands strong. Looking at the doctor, he asks again. "Is she?"

Relief. I can see it in his eyes now that he knows I'm still alive, but the unknown still lingers. How long will it take me to recover? Am I really with child? Tears sting my eyes as I wait the answer.

The doctor continues to smile. "Yes. Yes, you're pregnant."

A/N: Thank you for your patience. The good news, I have finished writing this story! And the rest of the chapters should be posted this week. I love to hear your thoughts and thanks for reading and reviewing!