Bella's New Mom

Bella's POV

I coughed again, and crawled out of bed to go get a tissue. I felt terrible. I was sick. My head throbbed, and I couldn't breathe through my nose. I was congested. I had a serious sinuous cold. On top of that, I had a sore throat with an awful cough.

I wished Edward was here. He could always seem to make everything okay. Unfortunately for me, he was hunting with his family; he had been since Sunday night. It was now Tuesday afternoon. Of course, Charlie had shown his fatherly concern, but he was easily dissuaded by me that it wasn't serious. And it wasn't, I just felt like death. I swallowed, and that started up some vicious coughing that lasted at least five minutes. There was absolutely no way I could go to school tomorrow. I lay back down and covered up shivering, I would just try to sleep it off.

The Next Day

The sleep felt so good. Wait a second, if the sleep's so good, why am I not sleeping? That was when I heard it. The phone was ringing. I looked at the clock groggily, it was 6:30, and Charlie had already left for work. He wasn't going to get the phone for me. Making the difficult decision that it might be important, I jerked myself from the bed and went downstairs, shivering from the freezing cold. When did it get so cold?

I picked up the phone. "Hello?" I asked, my voice sounded sick and groggy, like I had just lost my voice and it was just coming back.

"Bella," the rich texture of Edward's concerned voice filled my congested head, "I just wanted to make sure you got up for school on time. I know how used you are to me getting you up, I didn't want you to be late."

"When are you coming back?" I rasped into the phone.

"Why?" Suddenly, he was completely serious.

"I don't think I'm going to go to school today, so I was just wondering when you'd be back is all."

"What's wrong," he asked.

"Nothing terribly bad."

"Bella," his voice was flat in warning.

"Listen; just don't come home early okay? Promise me, I'm fine, I swear."

"Bella, if you're sick, I'm coming home." He said it with conviction.

"Edward," I was really too sick to be exasperated, "I'm telling you, it's noth-"

I had talked too long, and my dry throat caused my breath to catch and my coughing to start up again.

"That's it, I'm coming home, just go lie down and I'll be right there."

"Don't-"

I started to say, but he'd already hung up.

I exerted a lot more strength than I thought I would need to, to climb the stairs to go to my room. By the time I got to my room, I was exhausted. I collapsed on my bed, still shivering. I pulled my quilt around me, and yawned, that was the last thing I remembered doing.

"Bella?" I lifted my head up. How long had I been asleep? It only felt like a couple of minutes.

I tried to get my eyes to focus. Finally they did, and I found myself peering at the concerned face of an angel. My angel.

"Bella, you're burning up."

Tremors wracked my body as his icy hand clashed with the heated contours of my face. Immediately he took his hand away.

"S' not that bad," I mumbled.

He stared at me in disbelief. "Not that bad," he repeated to himself in shock. "This is very bad Bella, you're really sick, dangerously sick, and we need to go to the hospital."

"Hospital?" I croaked.

"Yes," he said firmly, "the hospital."

I pulled the quilt over my head. "No 'ospital."

I felt myself being lifted off of the bed. "Yes, you're going. And then, you'll get better, and everything will be okay again."

As the blanket fell to the floor and we started out of my room, I got hysterical. I didn't want to go to the hospital, and have them draw blood, and stick needles in me. The mere thought of that made me nauseous, and sicker. I just couldn't deal with that right at the moment. I started crying hysterically. That stopped Edward dead.

"What's wrong, Bella? Is anything else hurting you, why are you crying?"

"I don't want to go to the hospital," I sobbed. My head was really pounding now.

He sighed, obviously torn. He wanted me to go to the hospital, but he didn't want to upset me by making me go there. Finally, he started back up the stairs.

"Fine, but Carlisle is going to come over on his lunch break to check you out."

"Sure," I said lightly, trying to keep the dizziness under control. I tried repeated blinking.

He laid me back down on my bed and covered me up. He whipped out his cell phone. "Carlisle Cullen please," he spoke briskly into the phone. "Yes, it's his son. No, it's Edward . . . yes . . . I'll hold." Finally Carlisle must have picked up the phone. "Carlisle, on your lunch break could you come over and check out Bella. She's sick." He paused. "Yes, a fever, coughing. Okay, I'll see you in half an hour." He flipped off the phone. "He's coming over in a little while."

I just nodded. At least I wouldn't have to go to the hospital.

"So, Bella, how long have you been like this?"

"Not long," I mumbled, averting his eyes.

"Bella."

"Since Monday. But it hasn't been this bad the whole time." I rushed the last bit, seeing the distressed look on his face.

He sat down on the edge of my bed, smoothing the blanket around me. I caught some of the words that he was mumbling to himself. "looks awful . . . shouldn't have left . . . lying here for three days . . ."

"Edward, it's fine, it's just a cold."

"It's not fine. Why didn't you tell me? I talked to you on Monday, and Tuesday." He asked accusingly.

"It's wasn't a big deal." I affirmed.

He rolled his eyes. "Did you think I wouldn't want to know if you were sick? Is that it?"

"No," I muttered, coughing, "I just thought that you would act stupid and come rushing home."

I coughed again. My voice was sounding funny, because I couldn't breathe.

He narrowed his eyes, and went out of the room, murmuring something about me being "self destructive."

I sighed. Poor Edward, he shouldn't have to take care of me all of the time. I rolled my eyes upward.

When he came back, he had three ice packs and a thermometer.

I eyed them suspiciously. "What are they for?" I croaked out.

"You have a fever Bella."

He took my temperature. "It's one oh two point five."

"That's not bad."

"You're shivering."

"So?"

"We have to get your fever down."

"How?"

He smiled grimly. "Just stretch out your arms and lay them palms up."

Gingerly I did this. He put an ice pack on the crease of each elbow. I gasped in shock, as the frigid temperatures hit the heat of my skin. I tried to sit up and get them off, but Edward held me down. "Bella, leave them there."

"But it's so cold," I whimpered.

He looked at me sadly. "I know it's cold, but you have to get the fever down. Now, would you mind if I lay next to you?"

My teeth were chattering. "Of course not."

He crawled in beside me, and slipped the last ice pack beneath my neck. I inhaled sharply. My whole body was shivering. He put his icy hand on my forehead, and even though it was cold, it was still comforting. That calmed my tremors a little.

He held me close to him. Just the proximity relaxed me more. I felt myself going back to sleep.

I woke up when Carlisle came into my room, later.

"Hello, Bella," he said politely.

I gave him a small wave of greeting.

"So I take it you're not feeling so well?" He commented, as he opened up his bag.

"No," I whispered in my hoarse voice.

He checked me over and then turned to Edward.
"Well," he said, "her throat is looking a little inflamed, and she has a bad sinuous cold. It's good that you got her fever down. We probably would have had to bring her in if you hadn't." Suddenly, I was really, really appreciate of all of Edward's efforts. Now I understood why he had to do it. It was for me. "Just give her some decongestants, and have her drink plenty of fluids. She's a little dehydrated."

Edward nodded grimly. "Thanks for coming over."

"Anytime, I'm glad to do it, but I've got to get back now."

When he left, Edward got me some Sprite. "Drink this," he told me softly.

I shook my head, I wasn't thirsty.

He pulled out a package of Tylenol Cold and Sinuous pills. I didn't know how he found those. They must have been in the back of the medicine cabinet; I didn't even know we had those.

"You have to drink some to take the pills, and Bella, you heard what Carlisle said, you're dehydrated. Drink." He finished firmly.

I surrendered and drank the Sprite.

"Better," I tried to glare at him weakly.

"Much better."

"Are you happy now?" I asked.

His face contorted. "Of course I'm not happy. Bella, I feel awful. I should have been here for you. Maybe I could have prevented this. You see, I'm not good for you. If I had been a normal person and not a monster like I am, then I wouldn't have had to leave you at all. You shouldn't have to put up with me." He covered his face in shame.

"Edward Cullen," I whispered in shock. "I never, ever want to hear you say that again. That's terrible. You're not a monster. And I'm pretty sure that you can't prevent a cold. Even if you were here, I think that's above your control. And I don't consider it 'putting up with you' I'm blessed that you're here, with me, now. I love you, and I absolutely refuse to let you ridicule yourself."

A smile broke out on his face. "Oh Bella," he said, and leaned down and brushed his lips on mine. "I love you too."

I grinned back weakly. "I know."

He laughed. We stayed there in my room for the rest of the day.

When Charlie came home, I told him I stayed home today, and that I wasn't going back tomorrow. Edward insisted on that. I didn't feel like arguing with him anymore today. Charlie agreed and then after asking if I was sure I didn't need anything, left. Edward came out of the closet, and stayed with me, during my whole uncomfortable sleep.

Thursday

Alice, Jasper, and Emmett came over to see me today. Edward made them promise, they wouldn't 'excite me' I believe was how he put it. Honestly. I felt a lot better, I probably should have gone back to school today, but when I brought that up, Edward just glared at me.

"There's absolutely no way you're going to school today. I'm not letting you, that's final." He had such a resolute tone in his voice; I knew nothing would change his mind.

"Hey Bella," Emmett said cheerfully as he came in. "How's the invalid?"

"Fine," I murmured, a blush filling my face.

He boomed laughter, "Well, your blushing certainly wasn't affected."

Jasper elbowed him swiftly, sensing my embarrassment. "Glad to see you're feeling better Bella." I smiled gratefully at him.

"Thanks Jasper."

"Bella, I saw you going to school tomorrow, so I guess you'll be better." Alice filled me in excitedly.

"We'll see," Edward had said, skeptically.

I huffed impatiently at him. Sometimes he was just too overprotective for his own good. Was there nothing he or his family couldn't do for me?

After they left, Edward brought me the phone, "It's Jessica," he mouthed to me.

I nodded, and he gave it to me. "Oh hey Bella. Were you sick, or something? You missed it. Yesterday, we finally got our new English teacher. Her name is Miss Brodie. She's seriously awesome. You'll probably like her, since you like reading and stuff. Did you know that Edward's been absent all week? You probably did. I mean, he is your boyfriend and everything. I can't believe that you've been together for as long as you two have. Who would have thought it? Well-"

I cut her off; otherwise she would have gone on forever. "Jessica, I'm sorry, but I have to go. You know, I'm really tired and all."

"Oh, okay, well, see you tomorrow?"

"Yes, probably."

"Okay, bye."

I hung up the phone.

"What did she want?" Edward asked amused.

"I think the point was to tell me we got a new English teacher to fill in for Mrs. Brawn because she retired."

"Oh, did Jessica say she liked her?"

I smiled at how interested Edward was in something as trivial as a new teacher. "Yes, she did."

"Well that's good. I know how much you like English."

I gave him a hug.

"What's that for?" He asked surprised.

I lay back down. "For caring."

A/N: Well that's the first one. I hope you like it. I have really high hopes for this story, and it really picks up in the next chapter. Review and tell me if you liked it, what you think. Do you think I should keep it going? Please, please, please review!