The Twilight Twenty-Five

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Prompt: # 13

Pen Name: twilly

Pairing/Character(s): Edward/Bella

Rating: M

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Seed

Word Count: 484

Edward should be here with me, holding my hand.

I shouldn't be sitting on the corner of our bed, alone, staring at the box on the bathroom counter.

He should be manning the watch like every other time.

But I can't let him. I can't let him hold me while I fall apart again. Not this time.

I don't know how I'll handle the guilt and the shame of what I've done if those two little pink lines don't show up. And I can't let him see that.

If those two lines are there, I'll tell him one more lie. I'll destroy all the evidence. I'll let him hold my hand while he stares at his watch. I'll let him peer over my shoulder and see those lines too.

It was so easy to convince the bronze-haired, green-eyed stranger that I was safe and clean. He didn't have my husband's sharp jawline or his perfect lips, but his nose was close enough. I'm pretty sure the bump on the bridge of Edward's came courtesy of a broken nose in high school.

I moaned like a porn star for him. I needed as much from him as I could get. This was our only chance. I wouldn't be able to do this again—lying to my husband and lying with a man who wasn't my husband.

I had to turn my head away. I couldn't look into those eyes that weren't his. I couldn't swallow the groans that weren't his.

My eyes squeezed shut as he rutted against me; the fetid smell of cheap whisky would have turned my stomach if I wasn't already disgusted with myself.

I willed tears not to fall as he touched me in ways only Edward ever has, or ever should, reminding myself the ends justified the means. Of what we would have, and that I would never have to see my husband's self-flagellation over not being able to give us this..

The foghorn on my phone's timer jars me from my thoughts. I unfold my legs and lift from the bed. The four steps to the bathroom feels like the longest walk of my life.

I take a deep breath and reach for the plastic handle, holding it for a moment without looking at it. I close my eyes and say another prayer.

With another shaky breath I open my eyes.

I take a step back, hitting the wall and sliding to the floor in tears.

I reach for my phone and dial his number, wiping the tears from my cheeks.

"Hello."

"Edward…"

"Bella? Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Can you pick up a pregnancy test on your way home?"

"Really?" he asks, too surprised to hide his excitement.

I nod my head as more tears run down my cheeks before realizing he can't hear my nod. My nervous chuckle breaks through the silence. "I have a good feeling this time."

I wrote angst! That was a little angsty, right? Was it okay?

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