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Chapter 11

Surprise

It had been four weeks since Paul died and Quil had gone missing. I was still mad at myself for the current events. I had actually been looking for Quil. I was worried about him and I felt responsible for him missing. I've been looking in shelters and homeless camps for him. Jacob was worried about me and thought I had lost my freaking mind. To keep him from running to Marcus about my emotional state and having me put on leave, I told him about the flash drive and gave it to him to search through. My plan worked. He thoroughly examined each photo looking for something.

I had yet to mention the diary. I really didn't want to put that out there until I'd read it all. I should have turned it in by now like I was supposed to. I also hadn't been able to get back to the swing of things since coming home from Chicago. I had been so busy with calls from the tip hotline and Quil that I haven't had time. There also hadn't been any more murders and I felt relief from that. I hated that I hadn't been able to process the case any further. I had even thought of starting over with the first victim and going back over her last whereabouts and any possible links that I had missed.

With looking for Quil, keeping the Captain off my ass, keeping Jacob content and honestly trying to stay sane I worked myself into sickness. I had been feeling off a few days ago, but since yesterday I have been throwing up, the nausea is insane and I can't keep anything down. I'm currently lying in my bed thinking over the past few weeks.

I slowly rose up and took the bottle of water I had lying on my side table. A few days after coming home, I had flowers delivered to me. They weren't signed but I knew who they were from. How Edward was able to find out my address was beyond me. I hadn't seen him since that night. When I wasn't trying to find Quil or solve the case I thought about him and that night. Well, what I could remember of the night. I hated that he had some kind of hold on me. My mind would drift back to his eyes or remember his touch, his lips on mine. Ugh! I couldn't stand it sometimes. He probably just thought I was another notch in his belt and probably had someone else warming his bed now. It didn't hit me until now but could he have given me an STD? As soon as the thought crossed my mind my stomach churned.

I leapt off my bed and ran to the bathroom where I proceeded to throw the contents of my stomach up again. When I was done, I wiped my mouth and leaned against the shower that was right by my toilet. I was tired of this already. I didn't have time to be sick! I had way too much going on right now. I slowly rose from the floor and walked to the sink. I rinsed my mouth out with water and spit. I then made my way to the bed again. I was so tired, but at the same time I wasn't. It didn't make any sense.

My phone rang and I groaned when I saw who it was.

"Swan."

"You sound horrible," Jacob replied, coughing into the phone.

I rolled my eyes. "You don't sound so good yourself there, Jacob," I huffed.

"Everyone has got the flu, that's why I called," he trailed off coughing in the distance. "I'll be out for the next few days." He hacked over the line. I had to pull the phone away, the cough was so loud.

"Everyone?" I said. Hearing he would be out actually had me a little bit happy. I could focus on Quil and the case without Jacob bugging me about it every 5 minutes.

"Yeah, Jared, the Boss, and even Angie." He coughed again. "You sound like you have it too." I nodded then shook my head because he couldn't see me nod and finally gave him an answer.

"Well, get to feeling better, Jacob. I'll check up on you in a day or so," I said.

"You too, Bells," he said before ending the call.

I was actually relieved that Jacob was sick. I mean I hated that he was but at the same time he wasn't looking over my shoulder. I climbed back into bed and pulled the sheet and comforter over me. My body ached and I was freezing. I bet I had the flu too, with the symptoms I was having.

I dozed off only to wake up an hour later with nausea and running to the bathroom to hurl. This was getting old. However, I was dizzy now and was afraid to stand up. I hated to admit it but I seriously should go to the doctor. It was a weekend so I'm sure one of those walk-in clinics was open. I didn't like doctors and was stubborn as hell about seeing one. However, I couldn't keep anything down, not even water. I was dizzy and honestly I don't think I have ever felt this bad.

I slowly rose up taking my time. I left the bathroom and headed to the bedroom where my keys were. I grabbed them and my phone and slipped them all into my pocket. I was already wearing an oversize sweatshirt and yoga pants. I slowly walked out of my room and headed for the front door. I leaned against the wall to slip on my Chucks. After I had carefully laced them, there was a knock at my door.

Confused because I wasn't expecting anyone, I was also on alert since I was the lead agent on the case and matched the victims. I pulled my gun out of my pocket and slowly opened the door with the chain lock still attached. With only an inch separating us there stood Edward Cullen. What was he doing here?

"Edward?" I said quietly trying to swallow the spit in my mouth because I had become nauseous again only this time it had nothing to do with the flu.

"Isabella," he answered.

I was still poised to attack. "What are you doing here?" I asked my stomach churning.

"Can you open the door?" he said, avoiding my question. My guard was up and I wasn't sure why. I had said it many times before I didn't think he was the killer. But, why was he here so late at night at my apartment?

"Answer my question?" I said again as my head began to spin.

He was silent for a minute before he spoke again. "I was coming to see if you wanted some dinner." Weird. Why would he be wanting dinner? It was just a one night stand right? I closed the door and unchained the lock. Opening it again, I was met with those green eyes, and bronze hair. He looked at me with a sly smile before stepping in my apartment. He was wearing a long black coat and some jeans.

"You actually caught me leaving. I'm on my way to the doctor." I said as I became dizzy again.

His expression changed and if I didn't know any better he looked concerned. It was fast before his face went tight and his body rigid. It sort of reminded me of the day I was in his office, only he didn't seem as tense. He also was looking at my lower region and I swear I think he sniffed. I was probably imagining that though.

"The doctor?" he questioned as he raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I think I have the flu." Then suddenly I lost my balance and saw black.

****TDOS*****

I could hear beeping coming from somewhere around me. I opened my eyes, and looked around me. I was obviously in the hospital. How did I get here? I remembered Edward coming over. Did he bring me here? I slowly turned my head to the side and saw him asleep in a chair by my bed. He stayed with me? That didn't make any sense to me. Why would he be here? I would think of that later.

"Edward," I said as I sat up in bed. I noticed I didn't feel bad anymore, I felt normal. "Edward." He must have heard me that time because he slowly opened his eyes and they landed on me.

"You're awake," he said.

"How long have I been out for?" I asked

"Four hours." He wiped his eyes and scooted his chair closer to me.

"What happened?" I honestly was shocked it had only been four hours. It felt longer with the way I felt now.

"You passed out, I caught you and brought you here," he replied but his eyes shifted from my face to my chest then to my stomach. It was quick but years of studying people taught me to look for the quick movements.

"What is it?" I asked, concerned. He looked at me and kept his gaze on me.

"Nothing at all," he grinned. "You look better."

"I feel better," I said and looked at the IV pole that was beside me.

Edward must have seen it because he answered my unasked question. "Fluids, you were severely dehydrated."

Well, that was obvious of course, I hadn't been able to keep anything down the past few days.

"I don't know anything else, because they won't tell me. But I know they took some blood for testing. Even telling them I was your boyfriend didn't get me anywhere."

I blanched and jumped up the rest of the way in bed. "Boyfriend?" My heart started beating fast. What the hell?

"Relax, Isabella. It was the only way I could stay here with you," he smiled but I was still in shock from him saying that.

"Why would you want to stay?" I asked and I'm guessing that was the wrong thing to say because he looked angry.

Before he could say anything, the Doctor and a nurse came in. "Hello Miss. Swan, awake I see," he said before he checked my vitals.

A phone went off and before I could turn back to Edward he left the room telling me he would just be a minute.

"How are you feeling?" the Doctor asked again.

Putting Edward out of my mind for now, I focused on the Doctor. "I actually feel great. It doesn't feel like I have spent the last few days hurling and sleeping."

"Well, the fluids will do the trick, but this kind of thing will happen from time to time," he replied with a smile. Was I right, did I have an STD?

The nurse went to replace my bag with another one. "Well, I hope the sickness is gone now," I let out a sly smile.

"You may experience it for the remainder of your pregnancy but you never know you may luck out."

I went still. My blood ran cold. Pregnancy?

"Pregnancy?" I gulped. "I believe you may have gotten my results confused with someone else," I gave him a fake smile.

"No, Miss Swan, these are definitely your results." He looked at me confused.

My heart started beating in my chest loudly. "I can't get pregnant," I stupidly said. "I only had a 1% chance of it even happening." I was talking to myself but I knew the doctor thought it was him. What the fuck?

Nope. No STD, just a baby.

"Well, you were struck by luck because you are definitely pregnant." He gave me a kind smile but I believe I was in shock. "When was your last menstrual cycle? " he asked as the nurse left the room.

I felt dumb not knowing but on the other hand I didn't. I have an irregular period so it's all over the place. Sometimes I don't even have one. It never mattered anyways since I wasn't having sex and the whole not being able to have a baby thing. "I don't exactly remember when," I said feeling like a young teen discussing her sex life for the first time.

"Is this the only time in the past month you have engaged in intercourse?" The Doctor asked, making notes. I nodded. I wouldn't tell him it had been years since I had sex as he didn't need to know that.

"Well, congratulations! Of course you will need to see your gynecologist. I'm going to keep you overnight for observation. It truly is amazing how much better your vitals are now than when you came in. I want to make sure they stay that way." I nodded as he left and the nurse stepped in.

"Miss Swan, Mr. Cullen told me to tell you he had to leave for an emergency. He said he will be back as soon as possible." I nodded and the nurse left my room, closing the door behind her. I was still unsure of why Edward had even stayed. Surely, the powerful man that he was had to be busy. I honestly didn't think I would see him again and now, oh my gosh, it then hit me.

I was pregnant with Edward Cullen's baby. Shit!