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Chapter 8!

This is the longest chapter I've ever written, and I'm really excited about it. A lot of things happen in this chapter, so keep your eyes open.

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CHAPTER 8

A Secret Revealed

"Dad, can we talk?" I sat on the couch next to Charlie.

Today it's Tuesday, a day after my appointment with Angela. We had just had dinner and Charlie, as always, was in the living room watching TV.

He must have sensed the seriousness in my tone of voice, because he turned the TV off and turned to face me. "Is something wrong?" he asked, concerned.

I stared at him, trying to answer his question. I knew I should probably have told Edward about the baby first, but like my mother a long time ago, I was afraid of his reaction. After Charlie had told me about Cendric I finally gained the courage to talk to him about the baby.

"Bella?" Charlie asked again when I didn't answer him.

"Please, don't hate me," I whispered, tears welling in my eyes.

"Why would I hate you? I'd never do that." He pulled me into a hug and rocked us back and forth.

"I'm pregnant," I mumbled. Charlie stopped moving and his heartbeat picked up.

"W-what?" He pulled away from me and stood up.

I felt so little and frightened with him standing in front of me, towering over me. I looked down at my sweating hands and said again, "I'm pregnant."

Charlie didn't say anything; instead, he started pacing up and down the room. Minutes ticked by and the only sound in the room was Charlie's heavy footsteps. I couldn't stand the silence. I wanted to scream for him to say something, anything, even if it was just to yell at me. I couldn't stand the silence; I didn't know if it was good or bad, the silence was so uncertain. But I didn't want to break the silence either. I knew he needed time to process this. Besides, I was too afraid to speak up now. Who knew what his reaction would be?

All I knew was that it was going to be too much for him. He probably didn't know what to do. He was a man. If Mom were here, things would've been different. She wouldn've known, as she'd been through it before. She would have advised me and helped me throughout the pregnancy, and then with the baby.

I didn't think that Charlie was incapable of helping me, because I knew he could, it was just that it wasn't the same. I needed my mom right now. Tears began running down my cheeks.

Did I really have to think about her now?

I didn't even know why I was crying. Was I crying because I was missing my mother? Was I crying because I was afraid of Charlie's reaction? Was I crying because I'd ruined Edward's future? Was I crying because I wasn't even ready to become a mother? Maybe I didn't know for what I was crying for, but it did make Charlie come and sit down next to me, so it muct have done some good.

He started rubbing my back up and down. "Whose is it?" His voice was calmer than I expected.

"Edward Cullen's."

He huffed, but he didn't let go. The way he rubbed me my back was soothing and it calmed me down a lot. "Does he know?"

I wiped up away a few tears that had fallen before I answered, "No, I haven't told him yet. I'm scared, Daddy." I threw my arms around his neck and buried my face into the crook of his neck.

"Shhh, it's okay. It's gonna be okay," he kept mumuring into my ear, but I didn't believe him.

How was it going to be okay? I was pregnant and in high school, living in a small town. People were going to talk. I'd have to face Edward and his parents. Hell, I'd have to face Tanya. I'd probably never finish school or go to college and I'd end up wrapping burgers in McDonald's for a living.

All those negative thoughts were thrown away when Charlie rubbed my stomach. It was like something changed inside of me.

Now, I wasn't thinking about the consequences. I wasn't thinking about colleges or other people's opinions. I was thinking about babies, pacifiers, bottles and diapers. I was thinking of a little baby waking me up in the middle of the night because it needed me. It needed me to be fed by me. I was thinking of a little toddler, an exact copy of his father, running towards me, yelling Mommy, hugging me and telling me how much he loved me.

That thought only put a silly smile on my face.

Charlie came back with a mug of hot cocoa. It had always been our thing. Whenever I was sad or hurt, he would make me hot cocoa and talk to me. Even though it sounded silly, it really helped. Besides, it was chocolate! Every girl's best friend.

"When did it happen?" Charlie asked me once I'd taken a sip of my drink.

"The weekend before school started," I admitted. Charlie seemed to take it well. As well as a father who had just learned that his only daughter was going through what his wife had gone through at seventeen. He did seem calm and collected. Maybe it had to do with the fact that he had been through this already.

"Did you go to the doctor?"

I placed my cup on the coffee table and went to grab my pregnancy stuff that was in a black bag under my bed. I gave it to him and he started going through it. "Angela examined me yesterday. I booked an ultrasound for tomorrow after school."

"You want me to come?" he asked while going through a pregnancy book that I bought and should start reading soon.

"You want to?" I asked, uncertain.

"I don't want you to go through this on your own. Besides, I want to talk to Angela about this." He gestured to my belly.

"What do you mean talk about it?" I placed my hands on over my belly protectively.

"I want to know what to expect and whatnot. It's been seventeen years since I've had to deal with any of this."

"Oh." I breathed a sigh of relief.

"I wouldn't make you have an abortion or give it up, Bella. Never. I just want you to know that."

Tears started forming in my eyes again. Since when did pregnancy turn me into such a crybaby? I hugged him again and said, "Thank you for being so supportive."

"I love you, Bells." He hugged me tightly.

"I love you, too." I let him go and wiped my face. "Are you going to yell at me? Tell me how irresponsible I am?" I asked.

"No, I'm not. I'm not going to judge you for something that I did when I was your age." Charlie switched the TV on and rested his feet on top of the coffee table, in a position he always took when he was about to watch sports. "Well, it's true what people say."

"What do they say?" I asked, curious.

"Karma is a bitch!"

"Dad!"

Charlie was very understanding, just as I thought he would be. Although he wanted to rip Edward a new one, he was civiliased in front of him. He also respected my wish to not tell him or anyone else anything about the pregnancy. However, he kept pushing me to tell Edward.

I wanted to tell him and I would. I just needed time. It was't going to be easy and I didn't know Edward that well. I didn't even know if he liked children. If he didn't like them, then I had no idea what I'd do.

Charlie came with me to the ultrasound. It was a magical moment. It was the first time I saw my baby. Maybe it looked more like a bean than a baby, but that didn't stop me from loving him. I cried like a baby the moment I spotted him. It was that exact moment when I realised that I was going to be a mother, and I mean truly realised that I was going to be a mother.

I'd known for days that a baby was growing inside of me, but seeing it made it all real. The moment I saw my baby on the screen was the moment I truly belived that everything was going to be okay. I'd make everything okay!

Charlie was by my side all the entire time, and I was thankful for that. He tried to hide the few tears that had fallen escaped from his eyes when he saw his grandbaby, but I saw them. He would never admit it, but I thought it was cute. I knew that my baby would have a lot of people to love him.

I wouldn't be able to find out about the gender of the baby for a few more months, but it didn't feel right for to call the baby 'it', so I decided to call him 'he.' I had a feeling that he was going to be a boy, anyway.

Charlie pissed Angela off with his many silly questions. He started with questions about the morning sickness and ended with questions about breast feeding. Yeah, that was quite embarrasing. But I thought that he was being too overprotective and excited.

Thankfully, no one questioned mine and Charlie's visit to the hospital. It was a common thing for us to visit Angela at work since she worked so much all of the time, but we were still a little cautious.

I didn't want people to know just yet. Besides, in the first three months anything could happen, and I didn't want to jinx it. It sounded superstitious, but I didn't want people to know I was pregnant before I told Edward. Especially, Tanya. If it was in my hands, she wouldn't even know that I was having a baby. I didn't trust her.

"How about you babysit Nathan today?" Angela suggested right before we left.

"I have a date with Edward tonight," I said.

"Edward can help, too. You have to practise."

Charlie chose the moment to add, "I think Angela is right."

"Nathan is three years old. He's not a baby." I stood my ground. I really wanted to go out with Edward. He had been on my case these past few days about how distant I was and I wanted to make up it up to him. It wasn't his fault I was pregnant.

Well, now that I thought about it, it was half his fault. Half his fault anyway!

"Please! I really want to go out with Ben. Have Edward help you. That way you can ease him up about the baby situation." Angela said.

Now that wasn't a bad idea!

"Fine. What time?" I asked.

"Is seven's good?" she asked with a big smile on her face. She must have been desperate for some alone time with her husband.

"Perfect."

And with that we left the hospital. Five pregnant women were in the waiting room

And I couldn't help but stare. All of them were well into their pregnancies, going by their big bellies. They looked happy and a little tired. When we passed in front of the reception, I saw a woman in her late twenties staring at me suspisiously. She looked familiar, but I didn't give it much thought.

"Hey, baby," Edward asnwered my phone call.

"Hey, how are you?" I laid down on my bed, rubbing my belly with my other hand.

"Good, you?"

"Fine. Look I wanted to talk to you about tonight," I started.

"Are you cancelling again?" he asked, frustrated. God, I'm an awful girlfriend!

"No, but we're going to have to change our plans." Edward wanted to go to the cinema, watch a movie and have dinner later. That wasn't going to happen now.

"Change of plans?"

I sighed. "I have to babysit my little cousin tonight."

"You have a little cousin?" he asked, shocked.

"Yes, he's three."

"How is that possible?" he asked, confused.

"It's a long story. Do you have a problem with coming over to my house tonight?"

"No, but we can still go the movies. We'll just watch an animated one."

"I don't know if he's going to be quiet for two hours. He isn't known for his patience," I said, trying to shoot him down.

"Bella, come on! I haven't taken you out on a date yet and the only thing we ever do is watch movies at your house or sit together at lunch. Please!" Edward pleaded through the phone.

I sighed. He was right. I couldn't do that to him. He wanted to go out and have fun and I was holding him back. "Okay. I'll talk to Angela and I'll get back to you."

We hung up and I called Angela.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Ben. It's Bella. How are you?" Angela's husband, Ben, picked up the phone. Ben and Angela met in college. He was studying law and Angela was studying medicine at the time. He was a nice guy. They met at the campu's library and immediately started dating, and had so much in common. Ben was really sweet and loved both Angela and Nate very much.

"I'm fine, you? How's Charlie?"

"We're both fine. Is Angie there?" I asked after we'd gone through our usual small talk. Even though Ben was married to my aunt, which made him my uncle, we weren't close. Maybe it had to do with the fact that he was away all the time due to his work.

"Yeah, wait up."

I waited a little bit for him to give the phone to Angela.

"Hey, girl," Angela said as she came on the phone.

"Hi. Is it okay to take Nate in the cinema? Edward really wants to go out."

"That's okay. It'll be an animated movie, right?" she asked.

"Of course."

"Oh, that's going to be so cute. Just like a little family," she teased.

"Thank you, Angela. That calmed me down a lot," I said sarcastically.

At seven-thirty Edward, Nathan and I were on our way to Port Angeles. Forks didn't have a cinema, so we had to drive to the next closest town to watch a movie.

"Eddie, you like balls?" Nathan asked from the backseat. We had placed his car seat in the back of Edward's Volvo and he was now bored from with playing with his plastic ball.

Nathan couldn't say Edward, so he started calling him Eddie. From the way Edward's hands tighted on the steering wheel, I figured that he didn't like it.

"What? I don't like balls! I like girls." Edward sounded offended.

I tried. I really did, but I couldn't help the laugh that escaped. I looked in the backseat and saw a very confused Nathan.

This is gold!

"Why are you laughing?" Edward asked, pissed.

"He didn't mean the balls you were thinking of, Edward. He meant this ball." I took Nathan's ball and showed it to him.

"Oh." I gave Nathan his ball back before he started crying.

"Yeah, I like balls, Nathan."

He gave us a toothy smile and said in a sweet voice, "You want to play?" But he didn't wait for an response before he threw the ball at the back of Edward's head.

The hit from the ball startled Edward and caused him to lose control of the car. In just a spear mere of seconds were were on the opposite line and back in hours. The car swerved onto the opposite lane, but Edward soon took control and got it back to the right one. There were honks and screams from the other drivers because we almost caused an accident. Edward quickly pulled onto the shoulder of te road. He turned the engine off and left the car.

Nathan heard Edward yell 'fuck' from ouside, even though the windows were up, and started crying. I reached to the backseat to try to calm him down.

I didn't have time to freak out. I had two boys to calm down. Nathan was the easier one. The only thing he needed was a hug, a kiss and a lollipop. Edward was a different story.

"We were almost killed, Bella." He tried to stay quiet in order to not upset Nathan again.

"He's just a kid. He wanted to play," I said, trying to defend Nathan. It wasn't entirely his fault. How was he supposed to know that this would happen?

"Yeah, Bella. If I didn't react sooner, then we would be dead right now," he spit out and turned to look at the road again.

That moment it hit me. He was right. We would have been dead right now. Nathan would be dead, my baby would be dead, we would all be dead. And I wouldn't even have the time to tell him about the help. I didn't realise tears were running down cheeks until Edward wiped them away with his thumbs.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you." He pulled me into a hug and I started sobbing. "It's okay."

When I'd calmed down we went back to the car and drove to Port Angeles, except this time I was sat in the backseat with Nathan. The rest of the ride was spent in silence. Well, silence between Edward and I, because Nathan talked nonstop. I didn't understand most of it, but he was happy, so I didn't even care that my head was hurt from all his babbling.

"What movie?" Nathan asked excitedly from his spot in my arms. I had scooped in him up so I wouldn't lose him.

"Toy Story?" I asked, looking at the posters. "Edward?" I asked him, but he was too busy looking at the other posters, the ones for grown ups to notice.

"Do you want to see it?" I asked, disappointed.

"Want to see what?"

"This." I pointed to the poster he was looking at.

"Yeah, but we're watching toy story." He went to the casier without another word and bought us tickets. I couldn't help but wonder if it was going to be the same with our child. "Popcorn?" He bought me a huge box filled with popcorn.

"PORNCON!" Nathan shouted excitedly.

Edward started laughing and took him in his arms. "Don't call it that. It's popcorn."

"Pocporn?" Nate tilted his head to the side.

Edward let out a laugh and ruffled Nathan's black hair. "Never mind. Shall we go in?" Edward looked at me.

I smiled at him widely and nodded. It was amazing how he went from being pissed at Nathan to being playful with him.

I didn't watch much of the movie. Actually, I didn't watch it at all. My eyes were only on my boys. Not long after the movie started, Nathan found his way onto Edward's lap. He rested his little head on Edward's chest and sucked on his thumb while watching the movie. Edward ate popcorn with his right hand and held Nathan with his other one. I was so temped to take a picture of them, but I didn't want to ruin the moment.

Edward was good with Nathan. After the movie we went to the McDonald's and they had a blast. Edward was mimicked parts of the movie very badly, making Nathan laugh so hard. He even took him to the small playground and played Thieves and Cops with him.

Maybe we didn't have a standard date. We didn't have a romantic dinner, we didn't take a walk under the stars and we didn't make out like normal teenagers in the back row of the cinema, but I had fun. It was exactly what I needed for to work up the courage to talk to him. To tell him that he was going to be a father.

It was a mistake to be afraid of his reaction. He seemed to love children. Of course, I'd accept it if he was upset when I told him, but I thought he was going to be by my side. But I was wrong.

We had just left a very sleepy Nathan at Angela's and were currently sitting inside his car at the front of my house.

"Did you have fun tonight?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said, unsure. "Nathan is a handful, isn't he?"

I laughed. "Yeah. He's like the Energizer Bunny."

"He's a good kid."

"Yeah, he is. I'd want to have a kid like Nathan." I started, warming him up to the topic of babies.

"I don't know about that. He's a bit too much."

"Don't you want to have children?" Please, Edward. Please, say the right thing!

"Before today, I wasn't sure. I never wanted to have children. But, it was nice today with Nathan. Maybe someday, I'll have a kid. After I turn thirty or forty, that is." It was like he'd stabbed me in the heart. On one hand, I was happy that Nathan had changed Edward's mind about having children, but on the other hand, I wasn't too thrilled knowing that he didn't want children until he was fourty

I didn't expect him to want children right after he was done with school, but he wanted children after he was forty?

That's not good!

"Isn't forty too old to start having a family?" I mumbled, unable to talk louder. All my optimism was crushed in just a second.

"I want to do things before I have a kid. I want to go to college, make a career. Become successful. I want to have experiences, live the college life everyone is talking about. I want to be someone before I even consider having a kid. I dont' want to have a kid who will hold me down and make me despise it, because it was the reason I didn't succeed in everything I wanted in life." He kept twisting and twisting the knife that he'd planted in my heart.

A kid would hold him down. He wanted to do things, to become successful. I would hold him down. When he'd learn I was pregnant, he would feel obligated to me. He would leave everything for me. We would hold him down.

Or would he leave us? If he left, we wouldn't hold him down. He would continue living his life. Have the experiences he wanted. No! Edward would never do that. He was too nice to leave me like that.

What a mess!

Edward sensed my bad mood. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just tired. Goodnight." I turned to grab the handle, but Edward pulled me back towards him.

"You forgot something?" he whispered before pressing his lips on mine. The moment our lips touched, I forgot about everything. I wasn't thinking about babies or the pain in my heart. That would have to wait until after I had went to bed.

Now all I could think about was how his lips felt on mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and began playing with the hair on the back of his neck. Edward growled and pushed his tongue inside my mouth, making me moan.

I needed him!

I tried to climp onto his lap, but it was difficult to do in the car. His hands started to run up and down my back. He pushed them up inside my blouse and my skin felt like it was on fire.

"I need you," he whispered in my ear. My whole body tingled and I pulled away from him, buckling my seatbelt.

Edward understood the message I was trying to send and quickly drove us to his house.

That night we made slow, sweet love. We didn't need to say anything, we didn't need to say that we loved each other, because we showed it in our love making. We weren't ready to say it just yet, but we showed it with our touches, our kisses, our bodies.

I'd memorised everything about him. His beautiful emerald green eyes, his perfectly sculpted body, his thin but full lips. I memorised the way he felt moving inside of me, how the weight of his body felt on me, his light touches, his angelic kisses.

Because this may very well be the last night I had with Edward. The last time we'd be so intimate. The last time I'd feel so close to him.

Because once I told him about the baby, he wouldn't even want to look at me.

The next morning I woke up to the blinding sun. Why Edward never close his curtains? I rubbed my eyes with the knuckles of my hands and looked up at Edward. He was still sound asleep. He was sleeping on his back with me, while I rest my head on his chest. He looked so peaceful. His lips were turned up slightly and it looked like he was smiling. His arms held me close to him, making it impossible for me to move away from him.

I looked past him at the clock he had on his nightstand. It read nine o'clock.

Wait...Today is Thursday!

"Edward, wake up. We're late for school," I shouted and jumped off the bed.

"Jesus!" Edward shot up from the bed, looking shocked. I was too busy to apologise for waking him up like that...again. "What are you doing?" he asked, confused.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm getting dressed. We're late for school, Edward."

"Shit!" He quickly started putting clothes on. "What time is it?"

"Nine. We just missed first period. How come your parents didn't wake you up?" I asked, putting my shoes on.

"I don't know. How about your dad?" he asked, grabbing his car keys.

"I texted him yesterday. He thinks I slept at Alice's." In reality I texted him that I was going to stay at Edward's, but Edward didn't need to know that. My dad's response to my text was a little shocking.

You can't get pregnant twice!

Let's just say that Charlie had passed the thin line, and he had become more like a friend to me than a father.

"Ready?" I nodded, and then we went downstairs. His father had already left for the hospital, but his mother was in the kitchen drinking coffee.

"About time, kids."

"Crap! You scared me, mom." Edward dragged me into the kitchen.

"You should really learn to lock your door." She ignored Edward and brought us two cups of coffee. "Bella, I don't know how you drink your coffee. Here is sugar and milk, if you want."

"Thank you, Mrs. Cullen. But I don't drink coffee." I pushed the cup away. Coffe was on the list with the pregnancy do's and do not's that Angela gave me. I couldn't drink it. It was painful, but it wasn't good for the baby.

"But you love coffee." Edward looked at me, confused.

"Yeah, I'm trying to cut back. It's not that healthy." My answer came out more like a question. I hadn't expected him that question from him.

"Bella is right. And please call me Esme. I'm not that old." I let out a nervous laugh. "Do you want some orange juice?" she asked sweetly.

"Thank you, but we're late for school." This was awkward!

"Well, you're already late. Being late a few more minutes later won't do you any harm."

I looked at her confused. What?

"Mom, we really have to go." Edward sensed my discomfort and pushed me to the front door before Esme could say anything else.

"Sorry about that," Edward said once we were on the road.

"It's okay. Can we make a stop at my house so I can get my bag and change clothes?" I asked, looking out of the window.

Now that the magic spell was broken, all thoughts about what Edward said last night came back to me. I tried to push them aside, but I couldn't. I had to figure out what to do.

Charlie had already left when we reached my house. Quickly, I brushed my teeth, put on my cheerleading uniform, grabbed my bag and I was out the door again.

"Have I told you recently how hot you look in your uniform?" Edward wiggled his eyebrows when I got into the car.

"Shut up! You know I hate it." I crossed my arms under my breasts and looked forward. He let out a laugh, but he, didn't say anything.

"I'll see you in Biology?" Edward pulled into the parking lot.

"Yes." I kissed him quickly and ran to my class, English. It was the beginning of the third period and let me tell you, I got a lot of death stares.

"You and I have to talk." Tanya cornered me the minute I was out of third period.

"I have nothing to say to you." I tried to escape, but she wasn't having it. She stood in front of me and blocked me in the a corner.

"Yeah, but I have." She towered over me, but I wasn't afraid of her. Not anymore. This year was all about me being confident. I was not going to let her get me down.

"I don't care," I hissed, growing impatient.

"You will care when I tell your baby daddy that you're hiding such a big thing from him." She smirked at me.

I froze. I felt my knees weak underneath me. My brain became foggy and my breath picked up. My heart was ready to explode from beating so fast. "H-how do you kn-ow that?"

I was screwed!

A lot of things happened, huh? So, what do you think?

Now you know that Charlie is going to support Bella, but what about Edward? Will he be there for her or will he leave her so he can make his dreams come true?

And Tanya knows! How did that happen? Did someone tell her? Is there someone who betrayed Bella? What Tanya wants to discuss with Bella? Will she tell Bella's secret to the world or will she keep it to herself cause she has her reasons?

A lot of questions were raised in this chapter, and I promise you they are going to be answered along the story.

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