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Chapter 29
"Edward...?" I gently knock my knuckles against the bathroom door again. I'm worried about him. "Are you all right?"
He's been vomiting violently for over fifteen minutes. It's no wonder when Jacob brought him to bed last night because he couldn't stand up. He was completely drunk.
"I have to go to class," I whisper when I get no answer, "I'll see you in the afternoon."
I turn around strapping the harness of my backpack to my shoulder.
"Hey," his hoarse voice makes me turn around. Edward is coming out of the bathroom alone in blue boxers and messy hair, he drops onto the bed face first letting out a low moan, "I feel terrible," he stretches his hand out to me, "Don't go, I need you to take care of me."
I ignore his request and stay at the foot of the bed just watching, still fiddling with the harness.
"Are you not going to the office?" I ask.
He makes another moan.
Seeing him lying on his stomach in a dreadful state of mind leaves me with a lot to think about. Edward doesn't usually drink, at least, in all the time we've been together he hasn't, and I know he's very strict about what he drinks, especially if it's alcohol. The only time I saw him in a deplorable state was when I met him, and I know why he did it.
"I'm very nauseous," he declares with his head buried in the mattress, "I don't think I'll ever drink again."
"Why did you get drunk?" I question angrily. I'm upset with him for not coming to dinner with us and also for getting drunk.
He lifts his head slightly and looks at me and then back to his position.
"I don't remember how I got home," he answers evading my question, "Did I make too much of a mess?"
I bite my lip remembering.
"If you need help you talk to me, no matter what time it is," Jacob explains to me as he lays Edward on the bed. We had undressed him between us.
"But why is he like that?" I question uneasily, "What was the reason for drowning in alcohol?"
Jacob takes a deep breath with his hands on his hips, he denies.
"I have to go, Bella. You'll talk to him tomorrow."
Resignedly I nod as I watch him leave; I make my way to bed lying on my side of the bed trying to sleep. I close my eyelids, and not many minutes pass when Edward is on top of me wanting to kiss me.
He's not being careful with me.
"I just want to have children... with you Isabella," he says between hiccups and over my lips, "I want to make you a child, my love, right now."
The weight of his body leaning against mine stops me from breathing. With my palms pushing against his chest I'm trying to push him off me, but he seems to cling to me more willingly as he starts kissing my neck.
"Edward," I gasp for air, "you crush me. I will die so I won't be able to give you all the children you want."
I shake my head back to reality.
"Last night you were stubborn that you wanted a child. You mentioned several times that you only wanted children with me." I start to tell him, omitting the fact that he managed to pull down my shorts before he fell asleep.
He makes a guttural sound and then turns over with his back to the mattress. He rubs his face covering a yawn. He's a mess.
"How did the interview go?"
I lift my shoulders weakly.
"Well, they agreed to talk to me by the end of the week. I don't know if they're going to."
"Let's hope so," he snorts thoughtfully, keeping quiet. "I saw Kate yesterday," he suddenly reveals, making my heart pound and feeling my jealousy creep in.
I start walking around the bed, I want to scream and of course, yell at him if he was with her. I need answers.
Edward sits on the bed leaning his back against the headboard. At all times, his eyes are fixed on me.
"She is Pat's new psychologist. We had a little confrontation."
"I can't hide the reproach in my voice, nor can I hide the disappointment I feel."
He breathes in. He lowers his eyes to his hands in his lap and looks at me again.
"It wasn't because of her," he clarifies, but I don't believe him because at the mere mention of her name his face changes. "I mean, it was because of a revelation Jacob made about Kate," he snorts as if he can't find the right words to continue, "he told me she has two girls. One of them is very similar to Pat."
Suddenly I feel the room spinning, I hold on tightly to the sheets, so I don't fall. A child? Edward's daughter? Kate's?!
My mouth goes dry, and my hands start sweating. I'm nervous, scared and I have a tightness here in my chest, it's like I can't breathe properly or like just breathing hurts.
I settle down on the bed, gathering my legs which I hug.
"It's…" I scratch "It's your daughter."
"I don't know," I exhale, "I'm not sure."
"What will you do?" I want to know; I'm almost ordering him to explain himself to me.
He clicks his teeth and purses his lips. He looks indecisive and so worried at the same time.
"I need to talk to her," he answers looking at me, "I want to know the truth about her mysterious escape, about her daughter. I will look for her later."
I just shake my head automatically as I bite my lips. My eyes itch to cry because I feel that this conversation will determine what's going to happen between us. What's going to happen between us? It even sounds ridiculous in my head.
"Okay," I jump up, and grab my backpack, I don't want to see him. "I'll go to class" I wave my hand without wanting to know more. "See you."
"Isabella!"
He growls my name, but I don't care, I want to leave. A warm tear rolls down my cheek as Edward's arms wrap around my waist behind my back preventing me from leaving.
"I'm talking to you," he turns me towards him, caging my body between his arms and the door. I hate his imposing height in front of me. "Why do you want to leave?"
"Because I do," I refuse to look at him.
"Isabella, you're being childish."
His words fill me with anger.
"What do you want?" I face him with my chin up. "Do you want to hear that everything is perfect? No! No, it's not! Do you know why? Because it pisses me off that you saw that woman and got drunk because of her. You probably have a daughter with her, and me? What will happen to us?" I laugh as I rub the back of my hand on my cheek, brushing away a stupid tear. "I think I'm overreacting because there have never been any plans between us, nor do I think there ever will be."
I know he's angry too because his gaze has turned furious.
"Kate is the woman you loved the most, while I... I'm just the one who shares her body with you and takes away your desire," I articulate looking at him. I can't complain because I accepted it, and I wanted it too.
"Do you realize what you're saying?!" His hands are on my shoulders. "I have never treated you that way, Isabella. You are my girlfriend and I have always given you your place, I don't understand where you get such nonsense from."
"I'm still angry because she has appeared in your life," I claim, leaving a weak punch on his chest. "But I won't let you humiliate me and cut me out of your life as if I were worthless."
He laughs.
I look at him with so much anger because he is making fun of me, he even crosses his arms looking at me with his stupid, smug smile.
"You're crazy."
I pounce on him trying to push him to stop laughing, but Edward takes advantage of his build and throws me over his shoulder like I'm a sack of potatoes. He carries me to the bed despite my screams and protests, puts me back where I was and this time he sits next to me.
"It's sweet the way you are" his index finger runs along my cheek. "Sometimes you're so impulsive and want to hit everyone and other times you look so scared that you remind me of a little squirrel."
"I'm not playing," I purse my lips and turn my face away.
He snorts.
"I want us to talk like two civilized people, no yelling, and no fussing. I wouldn't want there to be anything hidden between us, that's why I decided to let you know what's going on. Understand me, it is important for me to know your opinion."
He lifts my face when he realizes that I don't want to look at him. His green and always furious eyes look warm this time.
"What do you think?" He asks, "I want to know how you feel."
"I'm in pain," I'm honest because I'm feeling my heart shattering. "I can't hide the damn jealousy I feel for that woman and her daughter. A little girl who could be yours. Both of you."
His arms tighten around me as he wraps them around my body, kisses the top of my head and envelops me in his warmth.
"I understand," he says, "Kate is part of my past, and I assure you she will stay there."
"No," my voice cracks, "it's not like that, because if it turns out that her daughter is yours, you'll have to come to an agreement in order to get close to the girl. You will have to turn your attention to her as you have done with Pat and make up for the time" The lump in my throat makes me swallow saliva, it doesn't matter anymore that he sees my tears that keep falling. "Then I'll be left out of your life and Kate will be more relevant than ever."
"Don't say that. You're my girlfriend and I couldn't forget you, even if in the future you decide on a different path than mine. You will stay here" his palm is on his chest. "You are the most important woman in my life, I don't want you to have any doubts, sweetheart. I love you."
I smile at him believing in him, in his words and promises. I must calm my emotions and behave like the adult I am. Although in my head there is a great conflict.
"What will be your decision if she turns out to be your daughter?" I murmur.
I hear him exhale noisily over my head.
"I don't know, I don't want to guess before the time. I just need to know if you'll be with me, I don't want to think you'll run away from me," he leaves his palm open on my thigh, in an invitation not to let go. "What do you choose?"
Still, with a thousand unformulated questions in my head and with all the doubts that may exist, I look closely at his hand. I love him and I want to be with him not only in the good times but also in the worst.
"I'm with you," I choose, interlacing our fingers, "I'll support you in this."
He leaves a kiss on the back of my neck making me shiver as I feel his breath tickle my skin.
"I love you, Isabella. Thank you for being so supportive."
"I love you too," I lean against his side, taking refuge in his warmth, "I don't know how complicated this is," I murmur, "I just want to be by your side in whatever decision you make."
"Don't let go of my hand, baby," he asks, squeezing me.
"Edward," Carmen's voice behind the door makes us turn around. "Mrs. Esme is waiting for you in the room. She says it's important."
Edward snorts tiredly.
"I'll be ready in a few minutes, Carmen, thank you," he sits up.
"Can you attend to my mother?" he caresses my cheek, "I'll take a quick shower."
I look at him from head to toe dressed only in boxer shorts and his hair is a complete wild and loose chaos. I smile.
"You really need a shower," I press my nose, "you stink."
Before he claims I run out of the room still with my backpack slung over my shoulder I greet Esme with a smile. She is sitting on the couch with her disgruntled face that I don't know if she feels bad or good.
She stands up when she sees me and appraises me with distrust.
I can't believe her reticence towards me has returned. I want to roll my eyes at her manner of addressing me, but instead, I decide to be polite and smile.
"Hello, good morning" I chat. "Edward is taking a shower; would you like something to drink?"
"Where do you know Carlisle from?" her question is direct while her look is bordering on hate.
"I don't understand," I shake my head feigning amnesia.
Esme reaches over and grabs my arm.
"Is that you?" she points her finger at me, "are you the woman my husband left me for?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," I pull out of her grip.
Esme approaches me again, narrowing her eyes and looking at me with disdain.
"I demand that you explain to me why Carlisle bought a house in your name."
My eyes widen as wide as possible as I watch her rummage through her purse, she holds out a crumpled sheet of paper and puts it in front of my face.
"Here..." she shakes the sheet, "here's your name with your signature printed on it. You can't deny it."
Esme starts to cry when she realizes I don't respond. I just can't find enough convincing words to deny what she says. I have no idea where she gets that there is a house in my name and signed by me.
"You are the mistress of my husband and my son at the same time, how could you?"
"No!" I'm angry. "That's not true!"
She backs away, preventing me from approaching.
I want to hug her. I need her to believe in me. However, Esme starts searching through her purse again, throwing some photographs in my face.
Nervously I bend down to pick up each picture and fear takes over as I see that it is Carlisle and me. They are from that rainy, cold night where he threatened me not to reveal his name or my family would suffer the consequences.
"This doesn't mean anything," I reply with a lump in my throat my tears have come again because my intention is not to hurt her.
"I trusted you," she pleads, "I opened the doors of my home to you, I even comforted you and took care of you when my son was away. I took a liking to you, and you were my husband's damn mistress!"
"No! Don't think like that," I ask, approaching her, but she backs away.
"What's wrong, Mother?" Edward asks as he arrives with us, picks up one of the photos of me with his father and looks at me. "When did you see Carlisle?"
"She's your father's mistress!" Esme accuses, "She has a house your father bought for her. In the office where, according to her, she worked, your father was living all these months, what a coincidence!"
I look at her. I don't know what the hell she's talking about.
Edward turns to me. In his eyes, there's not a hint of the tenderness there was a few minutes ago.
"What does this mean?" he throws the photograph over me, "when did you meet Carlisle?"
My heart thunders loudly as the photograph falls to the floor.
"I didn't meet with him, your father came to the office," I reveal with a dry throat.
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