This Little Love REVISED
Disclaimers: I don't own Twilight or any characters of Twilight. I own the specific plot I write and any characters I come up with. I don't make money off this story.
Summary: Bella comes to Forks pregnant, and becomes the center of attention in the least likely of persons; the Cullen family. Edward is infatuated with Bella, and her unborn baby, and goes through her pregnancy with her while going through some changes of his own.
Warnings: Some sexual content; coarse language; dubious actions (maybe). I'll add more if the need arises because I think I got them all.
AN: I hope that the mood is lightened with this chapter. It's in Bella's POV again.
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"If I'm not released soon, I'm gonna sing jail songs." I swore to my mom who came to visit me again today.
Renee rolled her eyes at me, signaling she was fully amused. "Bella, this is your third full day here. You can't sing jail songs unless you're in for more than week." She informed me, flipping through her magazine again.
I groaned and tugged at a wire going in my gown. "Annoying piece of shit." I cursed to the machine, getting a kick from one of the kids inside me. "Not you." I told them and tugged again, letting the wire fall to the floor.
"Isabella." Renee clicked her tongue, seeing what I just did that made my machine lose my heart rhythm. "They're gonna think you just died." She told me, watching the door for nurses to run in and think me dead.
I gave her a scathing glare. "I don't care. I want to go home either through that door," I pointed to the door that opened, revealing Carlisle and a raised questioning brow, "or on a board out that window. Choose wisely." I warned my mother who greeted the doctor with a wave a me.
"You handle patients like this daily, Doctor?" Renee asked him curiously.
He nodded and looked to the wire on the floor before bending over to pick it up. "yes. I have many stubborn patients." He told her, a charming smile on his face as he set the wire hanging off a small basket on the beeping pole that told I wasn't very calm or happy.
"Well I'll leave you to it. I got the two options portion, and I'll leave the rest to you. I'm going back to Billy's to feed your father and Phil." Renee told me, picking up her purse.
"I hope they killed each other." I told her in a grump as I crossed my arms over my chest.
"They send their love, too." She told me, unaffected as always, and walked away from me and the room without a care of my threats.
Carlisle went back to gazing at me when the door closed, leaving us in the room alone. "Bella," He started.
"No. I'm going home one way or the other, Carlisle. I'm not staying for three more days." I swore to him, turning my eyes to his golds.
He gave me a soft look. "Bella, it's observation. Your blood pressure is very high, and I'm worried."
"It'll go back down if I can sleep in my own bed, outside of this building I WILL burn down."
"Now, now, Bella. This is precisely why you haven't left." Carlisle soothed me, motioning to the heart monitor that went a bit haywire. "You're stressing yourself out."
"I want to leave. How hard is it to sign my release so I can go home and relax on my own?" I asked him. "I'm tired of being in this building. It's Saturday already. I want to go home." I told him firmly.
Carlisle gave a sigh, sticking his hands inside his coat pockets. "You have to be the most stubborn patient I have ever had to treat, Miss Swan." He muttered.
I raised a brow. "Do I get to leave, or do I have to harass your nurses until they kick me out? I'm willing to do either." I said truthfully, ready to be a bitch to get out.
The doctor just chuckled in amusement. "I'll call Esme." He admitted defeat.
I nodded. "Good. I was about to pout to get my way." I told him truthfully again.
He gave another chuckle. "I wouldn't have doubted you, Bella. Give me five minutes before you jump out that window." He eyed the locked window before turning around to leave.
I had to smile to myself at winning. I liked winning, and so did my babies who kicked me in happiness of leaving at last.
Either that, or I had to relieve my bladder. I went with the bladder so I didn't wet the bed, and wobbled out of bed and into the bathroom. Better safe then sorry.
Esme hadn't been able to make it, but oddly enough Rosalie HAD been able to come, and did. She had arrived quickly, and had brought a bag of clothes for me that I highly approved of; sweats, some boyshort underwear, a maternity wife beater, and, bless her bitchy soul, slide ons. I had dressed with her help so I didn't pull those nasty stitches that were under a brand new gauze, and I was ready to leave when Carlisle handed over my release papers that signaled my freedom.
"Everyone else out or something?" I asked Rosalie, sparking up a conversation as she started on the road, driving in her red convertible.
This was a really nice car...
Rosalie nodded. "Yes. They'll be back in an hour. I told Edward I was picking you up and taking you back to the manor, and he said to make sure you drink those shakes he bought yesterday." She told me, a civil tone, almost friendly, in her voice.
I nodded. "Sounds fine. I guess I am pretty hungry." I noticed the empty feeling in my stomach.
"Thought so," Rosalie pulled out a chocolate shake from somewhere, "so I thought you'd want this."
I took it. "It's chocolate." I said in happiness.
"We almost got strawberry, but decided against it."
"Why? I like both." I asked her shaking the bottle before I cracked it open and took a sip.
She shrugged. "Seemed to cliché." She answered simply.
I wondered what she meant, but let it go. We drove in comfortable silence the rest of the way back to the manor, and Rosalie had parked in the garage, closer to the door that lead into the house, and helped me out of the vehicle.
"I think I've gotten bigger." I grumbled and slid off my slide ons inside the house.
"I think you're more hormonal." She grumbled back without hesitance.
I gave her a glare before I saw from her pointed look that she was...
right.
Holy shit, someone get that in writing!
"Wow...I have..." I said in amazement, wondering what just happened to me to be a bitch all of a sudden.
"It was bound to happen eventually. Just sit down and I'll make you a small meal. Remote's all yours. Curse Emmett out if he tries to take it when he gets back." Rosalie instructed me as she sauntered away into the kitchen.
I nodded in excitement of getting the remote.
World control is mine!
I lowered myself to the couch and got comfortable to watch the big plasma TV.
"What's the weather like on Monday?" I asked myself, turning to the news to watch the weather.
Rainy in the mornings; a huge storm in the evening, and calm weather after six PM. It's in the low fifties until Five-thirty PM. Hm. Maybe I wasn't going to the bonfire after all. I had promised to tell Jacob that I wasn't going, but I had wondered if I should just go for an hour then come back, letting Edward know nothing happened. Something inside me told me not to even ATTEMPT it, but my streak of disobedience was peeking out a bit.
"I guess I'm not going." I sighed a bit sadly, ready to call Jacob and tell him I couldn't make it.
"Going where?" Rosalie asked, coming back in the room with a glass of tea with ice, and a plate with a small salad on it.
How did she know what I wanted?
She rolled her eyes at my look while putting the glass down and the plate with the fork, on the coffee table in front of me. "Please. I've seen you eat, and I'm a woman." She answered plainly, and handed me a small white pill.
"What is it?" I asked her curiously, investigating the pill.
"A Tylenol. It's a strong dose, and Carlisle said you couldn't have any other medication from now on, but that type."
I groaned in loss. "Tylenol sucks." I complained, though I swallowed the pill with a sip of tea.
Rosalie sat down in respectable distance. "Where were you going?" She asked me again.
"Oh. I was going to try and make it to La Push for a bonfire with my friend Jacob, but I can't." I waved at the news.
"La Push? Why would you go there?" She asked me like it was the most important question in the world.
I shrugged. "Just to see some people I grew up with. They wanted to know if I was okay, and my parents and Phil are going. It was Monday, but I doubt I'll go; I also told Edward I wouldn't go, so I guess I'll just stay at home and do something." I told her, starting on my delicious salad.
"You told Edward you weren't going to go, yet you were going to anyway?" Rosalie questioned me, sounding curious.
I grew sheepish. "Is that two timing?" I asked her lamely.
She shrugged and shook her head. "Your life. Do what you want with it, but at least stay away from them when they start to get angry."
"Why?" I asked her, wanting her hear what was up with the other half of my family.
Her lips pursed and she seemed to be debating on answering. "they can't control their tempers. We've seen them dozens of times in a tizzy and it never ends well for us, and anyone on the end of the fuse."
I thought about it. Easy to anger? That sounded like Paul, but not Jakey and Sethy. They were the nicest kids around, and so easy to please. Quil and Embry were the same. I guess people could change after puberty, so I only nodded. What else was there to say?
The hour passed by lazily, and Rosalie, not being such a bitch all of a sudden, was a good conversation holder. We didn't talk about my recent loss which I was thankful for at the moment, and we didn't talk about the twins; we talked about my ex and what a guy he was.
"he told me he wanted to help, but in the end he didn't fight for me, the kids, nothing. He gave his rights to my mom." I rolled my eyes at the memory of my ex.
Rosalie hummed. "Did you really trust him though? He was twenty-two, Bella."
I sighed. "Funny thing; I did believe him. I believed him even after I moved back to my mom's house and we never spoke for two months until out of the blue, he calls me and wants me back." I said with a roll of my eyes, sitting back into the couch with my feet curled up and the TV muted.
"What happened after that?"
"What else? I talk to him, ask him why he even wanted to sign his rights of our kids away, listen to him tell me he had no choice, and my mom butting in telling him she gave him the choice to be a father or sign it all away and never see me again."
Rosalie was looking at me, listening to what I was saying. "You still talk to him, don't you?" She ousted me.
I nodded slowly. "Yeah. Every now and then when he isn't working." I confessed honestly.
"Why? He left you to raise twins all alone. Yet, here you are, still talking to him." Rosalie asked me in a tone that clearly asked 'what the fuck?'
"What do I do, Rosalie? You're not in my position. I'm having a man's kids, and with another man. Sue me for me feeling just a tad bit guilty over that large factor." I told her in a sneer.
"Why should you feel guilty? You didn't abandon him with two kids. Time for him to reap what he sewed, Bella. He knew the consequences, and he knows very well that if he gets you back in his arms now: he'll have total power over you." she told me without hesitance. "What does your ex even do for a living? You never answered that question." Rosalie sounded deeply curious.
I shrugged. "Human relations." I answered simply.
"Where does he work? What 'relations' joint?" She quoted the air, telling me she highly doubted me.
"You won't tell Edward anything." I warned her.
She raised a blond brow at me. "That bad huh?"
I nodded. "Edward will never hear of this, and neither will Alice or my parents." I ordered.
Rosalie gave me a satisfied nod.
"He owns an exotic dance club and bar."
"And you DATED him?" Rosalie asked me with anger.
"I...didn't really want to date him, but he was right there and I didn't have anywhere else to go." I told her, defending myself.
"What does THAT mean?" Rosalie demanded with narrowed dark gold eyes.
So...her eyes changed, too?
I sighed heavily. "I ran from home. I swore to my mom I would never see her again, and I ran. My ex found me, took me in, and cared for me. I mistook his kindness for love, like an idiot would, and to return his kindness: I danced for him and to make money."
She went silent. "How long did you live with him?"
"...about two years." I answered softly, rubbing my kids silent once more. "when I got pregnant and he freaked, telling me couldn't truly help me though he wanted to: I called my mom for the first time to come bring me home. She didn't even question anything but where I was and if I was hurt. I told her I was pregnant, and I needed her help. She came back for me and took me back with her to Phil's and threatened my ex with rape if he ever tried to contact me again or come near me."
"And you're still talking to him? Bella, what the hell is going through your head?" Rosalie asked me more softly. "He used you, Bella. For your young age and willingness no doubt. He doesn't love you, he doesn't love these kids like Edward does, and he's too damn old for you. For fuck's sake, Bella; you might not be the only one he's done this taking in and impregnating scenario to. He doesn't care about you, and if he calls again: you're giving me that phone." She gave her speech and ended just as soft as she had began.
"he deserves to know; Edward that is. He deserves to know about this potential danger of your life, Bella. But," Rosalie stopped me from glaring and telling her about what she promised me, "I'm not going to tell him, though I should, and will get hell for not telling him. You're going to tell him yourself."
I stopped and froze. "What?" I shortly questioned her motives and sanity, hearing a jeep outside.
Emmett was home...Oh shit...his super hearing thing!
"You're telling him or I will. Better sooner than later, Bella; before things get really bad." Rosalie said softly and stood up when the garage door opened, revealing Edward and Esme, both looking at Rosalie with obvious question. "Her stomach burns." She shrugged like it didn't matter, picking up my empty glass and eaten salad plate.
Edward turned to me, less suspicion in his eyes. "Did you take anything for the pain?" He asked me, coming over to me while Esme went to the kitchen with a brown bag of groceries.
I nodded at his question, pushing back the conversation I had with Rosalie. "A Tylenol. It didn't work like usual." I told him with a shake of my head.
He sucked his teeth. "Let's see if we can't give you an anesthetic at least. I knew the Tylenol wouldn't work, but it's the one medication that's safe during pregnancies."
Edward gently helped me stand from the couch and we both walked to the a study I thought was Carlisle's work study.
"Just sit here for a minute. Let me call Carlisle." Edward motioned to the seat that he helped me sit in.
I nodded. "Do what you gotta do. I'm probably not going anywhere."
He chuckled and picked up the cord phone, and started dialing a number. He waited a few seconds before, "Carlisle, it's Edward. Yes, we're home." A nod was given. "I need to know if an anesthetic is safe to give Bella. The Tylenol didn't work."
Edward gave one more nod after he listened to Carlisle. "Good. Thank you." He hung up. "Carlisle will bring something home from work in two hours. Do you think you can just withstand the Tylenol for now?" He looked at me worriedly.
I nodded. "Yeah. It'll be fine. I can just take a nap, and it'll fade maybe." I assured him.
"Good. Let's get you into bed. You can use the bed down here for now. We'll think of something so you aren't tortured by the steps." Edward chuckled fondly.
"Stairs are evil. You'll never understand, Edward." I said so seriously with a straight face as I stood with some help.
He nodded. "I'm sure I won't, love. Come on; you can use Esme's bed. It has great support." He claimed.
"If it's a Tempurpedic I don't want to see it."
"It's not. It's a firm mattress with soft blankets and even softer pillows." He assured me calmly, leading me down the hall to a room with a large bed, two bedside tables, a dark curtain to block out light, and a fancy décor.
I nodded as I looked around, groaning as I was practically picked up and put into the bed like I weighed nothing. "Can't you get a bed that's on the ground?" I complained and laid back into the fluffy bed.
"Probably; if Alice let us." Edward laughed. "She doesn't allow anything not on lifts into this house, but with you: she might make an exception" He hummed curiously.
I huffed. "She better or I'm sleeping on the couch." I warned him right now.
"She'll get a nice bed." He promised me and kissed my lips. "You take a nap, and Carlisle will back before you know it."
I nodded and agreed with the nap taking. When he left me to rest, I wondered how I would tell him I ran from home and became a stripper for my boyfriend to love me and take care of me.
I wondered how I would be able to tell him that the man was twenty-seven; not twenty-two.
Here we go. Chapter ten up. I'm working as fast as I can right now, so enjoy the two new chapters.
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