Author's Note:

So sorry for the wait. I had a busy day...

Okay, so I am only going to say this once. If you don't like the story. Or how the characters act, stop reading the story. I really don't care if you like it or not. I write because I like to. There are other Military fics, as said people/person, stated earlier, that are better than this one. Go read those.

Anyways, there are only a few more chapters that are coming before the end of this story.

I will try to answer most of your questions.

Hope y'all enjoy this chapter.

Edward's POV:

After Bella left, I did the only thing I could think of, and finally decided to go for a run.

It was liberating. Freeing. I even had a smile on my face as I finally came back home.

I was sitting at the table, after I finished eating my ham and cheese sandwich, and showere. I went on my laptop and began searching for a way to access the money I knew my mother left me on her will, when I received a call.

I picked it up without looking at the screen, realizing it's Ren, Bella's mother.

"Masen speaking."

"Edward? Hi. This is Bella's mother." She said, tears in her voice.

I frowned looking at the time to realize that it was one in the morning.

"Yes, I remember. What's wrong?" I asked her.

"It's Bella. She's— She's been in a car crash…" she sobbed as I shot out of my seat.

"What? How? What hospital are you in?" I asked, getting to my feet.

"I— I… We're in Tri-City Medical Center." She told me.

"I'm on my way ok, Ren, just— just calm down." I told her, before I calmed down.

As soon as I was off the phone, I slipped on my running shoes. I called Jasper, who drove to the house within the fifteen minute mark.

I noticed Peter, his older brother, was the one behind the wheel as I climbed into the passenger's seat.

"What happened?" He asked me as I got in.

"Bella's been in a car accident. I don't know how she is, what happened, or how our baby is. Please just… go." I told him, tensely.

Peter nodded as he took off like a bat out of hell.

The air was tense as Peter weaved in and out of traffic.

As we arrived, Peter drove straight to the door, dropping me off before going to park the car.

I struggled to stay calm as I made my way into the lobby, and towards the front desk.

"Hi, I need — I need information. On a patient here. Isabella Swan." I told the woman sitting in the chair.

She looked up and blinked at me, before nodding, "What's your affiliation to the patient?" She asked, eyeing me like a piece of meat.

"I'm her husband." I told her, holding back an eye roll.

She looked disappointed for a moment before she schooled her face into an indifferent expression. "She's coming out of surgery now. She'll be taken into the PACU for recovery and observation, and then she'll be moved to a room. Family members are welcome to go to the waiting room until she's out." She told me.

I nodded before turning and heading to the waiting room.

As I walked in I saw the small familiar figure of Renata Swan.

"Edward." She sighed, rushing towards me as I slowly made my way towards her.

My right calf was on fire and I wanted nothing more than to sit down but I need to know how Bella is.

"What happened? I was told that she went into surgery. How is she?" I asked her.

"She— She was on the way home, stopped at a light, as the light changed a-- a car ran the red light, and hit her on the passenger's side. She got a--a concussion, but it's because she was protecting her stomach." She told me.

No. God, please no.

"Why didn't you two tell me that you were married and having a baby?" She asked me, disappointed.

I looked down, "We were waiting for the right time …" I told her evasively.

She shook her head, looking away as tears fell down her face. "The baby is in the NICU, he needs to be transferred to a different hospital because they don't have the correct equipment here to keep him." She told me.

My stomach knotted, as terror filled my body, and made sweat break out throughout my body.

"What hospital?" I asked, quietly.

"I— I don't know but the transfer needs to be done soon." She told me.

I nodded, "I'll go find out more about them." I told her as I made my way back to the desk.

I had managed to pull some strings, and get both Bella and the baby transferred to the Naval Hospital closer to base.

Peter had done me a huge favor and contacted one of his friends to do some digging to find out what had happened the night of the crash.

Alice had gone to see Bella a few days ago along with Lauren and Tanya, and they found out that she only had a grade three concussion, and the baby was doing fine, even breathing on their own. Both are doing a lot better.

It was James.

He had done it, not only had he done that but he had also turned in whatever evidence to get me martialed.

Sgt. Collins had picked me up two days later, as I was getting back from my run. I was currently staying with Jasper and Alice while I waited trial.

Though Alice had told me that Bella was doing a lot better now, I knew I needed to stay away. This wouldn't have happened if I had told her the truth, I fucked up. And knew that she never wanted to see me. So, I was going to protect her and take the blame. She didn't deserve to have her life destroyed for my mistakes.

I would do everything to protect her, because I realized too late that I had fallen for her, and what happened wasn't her fault, it was mine.

I would bear it all for her and our son to be safe. Even jail time.

I called Emmett and Rose to inform them of the situation, and to ask them to go get Peaches and look after her.

Bella's POV:

I winced as I slowly lowered myself into the couch.

"How are you feeling?" Tanya asked, as she cooed at the baby I'm the bassinet.

"Better. Just sore." I groaned as I adjusted myself.

"We're glad you're feeling better, Bells." Jake said as he sat next to me on the couch.

I had been released from the hospital after the symptoms of the concussion had improved and had gone away, the pain of the C-section was killing me but I was doing a lot better now.

Oliver, my baby boy, was also doing a lot better. He was breathing on his own, and now eating a lot better. So, he was released one day after I was.

I keep trying to remember what happened the night of the accident but I only remember leaving the theater, everything else seemed blurry and muddled.

I do remember that when the crash happened my only instinct was to protect my stomach. I knew it was stupid, but I didn't care at that moment, nothing else mattered besides my son and his safety.

When I woke up, in the hospital room, with my stomach and the rest of my body hurting, I began to cry hysterically.

The nurses and doctors had to hold me down and sedate me.

When I woke up later I was told what had happened and what was going on now.

My son had been born via C-section, and was in the NICU.

I was allowed to visit him once the pain of the epidural wore off. He was so small. Weighing only four pounds and thirteen ounces, and was seventeen inches and three quarters long. His hair was the same color as his father's.

Meeting him was heartbreaking, yet also one of the best moments of my life.

I was so scared something would happen to him, but thanks to the advances in medicine, he was doing fine.

It had been a week since the accident.

The police kept me well informed about the person who caused the accident. When I was asked if I wanted to press charges, and I agreed to do it.

It was a man named James Hunter.

I didn't care to meet him or find out why he did it. What I did care about is that he not hurt anyone else.

Two weeks after I was discharged from the hospital, Carlisle called to tell me about Edward and the situation.

"Edward wants you to know that he's been charged with fraud and detained. They said you two have a fake marriage in order to get benefits. Is this true?" He asked me.

I frowned, sitting up, causing "Wait, where is Edward?" I asked frowning.

"I'm headed to base to see him now. There's gonna be a trail in a few weeks. Then you'll also be hearing from the police about your role on all of this. Was it all an act?" He asked me.

I looked around the room in desperation. "Uh…N—no. Not… not all of it." I told him honestly.

He sighed, "Even I thought you were good for him. I thought you were bringing my son back to me." He said before hanging up.

I felt my eyes well up as Oliver whimpered, rubbing his nose on my chest as I dropped my phone.

"I wasn't lying." I whispered as I held him to me.

I was sitting in the living room floor, leaning against the couch, while the baby was on his blanket doing tummy time.

The song I had begun to write a few days ago was practically done, and I couldn't stop thinking about Rose's visit the day before.

"You love him." She told me.

I shook my head, "I don't know." I told her.

She sighed as she bounced Oliver slightly on her arms. "You know, you can try to deny it but there's no 'if' or 'or', you love him." She gently said.

I swallowed hard, "I— It's complicated, Rose." I whispered.

"I'll let you figure it out on your own. But his trial is a week from now. Please go, at least to morally support him." She said as she laid Oliver down in the bassinet, before standing up, giving me a hug and promising she'd be back for another visit.

As soon as she left I realized I had to get help.

"Riley? Hey, I need your help."

Author's Note:

Up next the trial. What will happen next?