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Chapter 21: Hotel

I flipped through the channels on the television in my hotel, trying to find something decent as I rubbed my bulging stomach. I settled the television on the news, not actually watching it, but just staring at the screen blankly, thinking to myself.

It had only been one week since I had told Alice to tell Edward that I just couldn't be with him.

It hurt too much to even think about him; to be with him, as partners, I can't even imagine how long it would take for that to happen. How long it would take for me to forgive him.

Alice did tell Edward that I couldn't be together with him, but he had only acknowledged it, and he didn't really comment much on it besides a nod, or so Alice said. I had just thought that that was an agreement on both our parts for now, but I was too naive to think he would just give in like that.

My cell phone rung, snapping me out of my deep thoughts. I reached over to the coffee table in front of me, and picked up my phone.

Without looking at the caller-ID, I answered it, "Hello?"

"Bella..." a familiar, deep voice answered back at me. My eyes widened at the sound of Edward's voice, and I internally wished that I had checked the caller-ID before I answered now.

"Oh, Edward, um, what can I help you with?" I questioned awkwardly back at him.

"I should have called sooner, I'm sorry. I just couldn't find the courage to call you until now. Alice told me…that, you only want to raise our baby, and not be together in a relationship."

"If you've called me to try to get me to change my mind, Edward, then I'm sorry, but—"

"I have called to get you to change your mind, because I love you. Bella, I've made mistakes, I know; we've all made mistakes, and we've all regretted them, just like I regret the mistake that I made. I-I'm sorry, really, Bella, but I can't undo it, or take it back. I would if I could, but it's impossible." He stopped talking for a moment, sighing into the phone. I could just picture him running his large hand through that uneven, sexy hair of his, and I smiled at the thought of it. I did miss him, and I missed seeing him, but I couldn't forgive him so easily.

"Edward, I…" I started to say something, but it trailed off, and I soon realized that I didn't know what to say. There was more silence, and finally, Edward spoke again.

"I'm in Jacksonville."

Confusion spread across my face as my eyebrows knotted together, and my mouth began to move, but no words came out other than, "What?"

"Carlisle had to consult another hospital nearby, and I was planning on coming down here myself, so I came along. I had Alice give me your hotel name, and the street address, and I was going to book us a room there, but they were filled up. I'm in a hotel a few blocks away from you. I'm going to come see you. That's why I called you. I am going to prove to you that we are meant to be together."

I sighed, knowing that he was right. I had always thought we were meant to be together, because we were in love. I then looked around my hotel room, grimacing in disgust at how dirty it was; there were clothes everywhere, books all over the coffee table, and the bed was a mess. I hadn't let the maids come by to clean up the place yet, because I had been so upset lately. I didn't want even the maids to see me like this.

"Um, no, that's okay, Edward. I'll come to your hotel," I started slowly, trying to pick the right words to try to convince him to let me go to his hotel instead, "I feel like getting out and stretching my legs, anyway."

"Bella, please, it's dangerous to walk outside, especially for a pregnant woman…"

I smiled when I sensed the genuine concern in his voice, but still resisted against him, "Give me your hotel's address, I'll come over. And, if you don't and try to come over here still, then when you get here, I won't be here."

"You make everything so difficult; you'll be the death of me." He laughed lightly before telling me hotel's address and telling me that he loved me, which I winced to, and said goodbye.

I sat up from the couch, slowly getting up, and grabbed some clothes from the dresser before wobbling to the bathroom. I took a quick shower, washing my enormous stomach gently in circles. I pulled back the curtain, grabbing my towel and drying off. After getting dressed, I pulled my hair back in a loose pony-tail, and put some light make-up on, trying to look at least half decent.

Grabbing my bag, I took out the key to my hotel room, leaving it, and locking it from the outside before heading on my way to Edward's hotel building.

I walked some of the way there, a block or two, enjoying the sunlight on my face and the fresh air – the hotel room definitely didn't have air this sweet. Then, I decided to get a cab, because my feet were beginning to hurt. I called over a cab, and climbed inside, telling the driver the address. I took off my shoes, massaging my sore feet softly as I began to think of the possibilities on how today was going to go. How Edward was going to prove that we need to be together. How I was going to respond to it.

What am I going to say to him? I thought to myself, staring down at my foot as I stroked it lightly. I had no idea what I was going to say to him. Of course, I wanted to be with him, but he lost my trust. Trust can't just be won back so easily.

The driver of the cab coughed loudly, pulling me out of my thoughts. Looking around, I realized that we made it to his hotel already. I put my shoes on before paying the cab driver his money, and slipping out of the taxi carefully, trying not to trip or fall.

I tottered while walking through the hotel. I noticed the massive mob of people wanting to use the elevator, and decided to use the stairs instead. Knowing my luck, I would have probably tripped, and smashed into everyone in the crowd, causing them to collide against the floor as well.

I put my hand on the railing for the staircase, holding onto it firmly before ascending up the stairs one at a time. Edward was only on the third floor, so it wasn't that long of a walk up the stairs.

As I was walking, I looked down at my feet, but not before catching a glimpse of a metal object on my ring finger. Sighing, I realized that I had put the ring on earlier, and had forgotten to take it off.

I'll take it off before I knock on the door. He won't even notice that I've been wearing it the entire time…

I began going up the third flight of stairs, and eventually got to the last step. I looked up from my feet, and saw Edward standing outside his door. His back was against the wall, his arms crossed, his index and thumb grasping at the bridge of his nose in frustration while he looked like he was muttering something to himself.

I gasped lightly in shock, not expecting to see him, rushing to take off the ring from my finger. Edward heard my inhale and jolted up, looking at me as I took another step up the stairs while still trying to get the ring off my finger.

I was so busy trying to hide the fact that I was wearing his ring, that I missed the next step, and fell backward. My foot slipped off the step, and I began to fall backwards down the stairs while I was trying to grab onto the railing, but my hand kept slipping off of it. I fell with my back hitting the stairs roughly as I cried out in pain.

My body continued rolling down the stairs – my head hit the stairs repeatedly, my arms wrapping around my stomach to protect it, but still getting hit as well - as I saw Edward running toward me quickly, rushing down the stairs to grab onto me, but by the time he had reached me, I had already tumbled down the stairs to the giant glass window that made up the wall behind me.

It all seemed to happen very rapidly, but even so, I could see everything pan out bit by bit. I could see Edward's face of horror as he rushed towards me. I could taste the blood from the sharp glass cutting against my cheek, flowing down to my mouth, as Edward – yelling stridently for help now - grabbed my hands at the time that I crashed through the glass window.

I held onto Edward's hands sturdily, shaking my head, tears flowing out of my eyes heavily.

"No, I love…you…our baby. I won't let…" he struggled to continue to talk, sobbing lightly, grunting as he tightened his clasp on my hands, pulling me up slowly.

Tears arose from my eyes greater as I felt the trickle of hot, thick blood running from my panties, down my thigh, all along my leg, and soaking my pants; and, I felt a sharp pain piercing through my stomach.

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-J