BPOV

"I'm not calling off the wedding..." I said, "I'm just saying that we need to figure out what this really means..."

"It means nothing." He said.

"What do you mean it means 'nothing'?" I shook my head.

"I said what I said. It means nothing." he said.

"Can I ask you a question?" I said, "Let's assume I'm pregnant right now and we break up... Are you going to ignore our child as well?"

"Bella... I think we have enough of shit to deal with right now... I don't have time for your stupid hypothetical questions!" He snapped.

"It might be a hypothetical question, but I need to know what kind of asshole I was about to marry..." I said.

"You have known me since we were young, and I have always been an asshole! There is nothing new you're going to discover here!" He said.

"Yes... But you were an asshole about the things that didn't matter... This thing matters." I said.

"Alright... So what do you want to know?" He said, "What am I going to do if you're pregnant and hide it from me for three years? If you do that, well, I'm going to do the same thing I'm doing right now. I wouldn't give a shit if you thought I wasn't important enough to get involved in a baby's life from the beginning anyway."

"So basically you're saying that you're not going to give a damn about our child... Did I get that right?" I asked.

"Yes, you got that right." He said, "Now are you fucking done with your stupid questions?"

"I don't think I can marry you..." I said.

A/N: Might post the next chapter after 3-4 days...