I'm in Italy right now and woke up in the middle of the night with this idea. My husband thought I was totally cracked when he woke up at 1 in the morning to see me hunched over the laptop typing furiously. He actually smacked his head on the headboard he was laughing so hard.
I hope you all like this story…I have quite a good feeling about this one.
"Edward, I need to talk to you." I whispered in his ear, tugging on his sleeve. We were sitting at the lunch table with my brother Jasper, his girlfriend Alice, and our friends Rosalie and Emmett, who are also dating. The six of us had been friends for twelve years, since we all met in kindergarten. Now, we're seventeen years old, and our friendship is stronger than ever.
"What, Bella?" Edward turned to me and raised his eyebrows at me, smiling. Edward and I had been dating since the beginning of eighth grade; he is the boyfriend every girl hopes for. And he is the man I love. But right now, we have a little problem.
"Come on." I tugged on his sleeve again, this time pulling him out of his seat and towards the door to the cafeteria.
"Bella, is something wrong?" Edward asked as we walked into the hallway. I made sure no one was around us before taking his hands in mine and hesitantly placing them on my stomach.
"Edward, I'm pregnant." I whispered, holding his hands tight to my still flat stomach. I closed my eyes and leaned my head into his neck, breathing in the delicious scent that was purely Edward. He didn't speak, but when I dropped my hands to my sides, his hands stayed on my belly; his thumbs tracing small circles over the material of my shirt. "Say something, Edward. Please."
"I…how- what are you going to do?" Edward finally asked, taking my chin in my hands and forcing me to meet his emerald green eyes.
"I don't know." I answered honestly. "I wanted to know what you thought first, before I decided."
"Bella, you know I love you." Edward murmured, leaning his forehead gently against mine. "But can we do this?" I felt fear well up inside me and I slumped against the locker I was leaning against, closing my eyes.
"I don't know." I said again, frowning. "Edward, I don't feel so good. I think I need to go to the nurse." That was the truth; a nauseous feeling was creeping up my stomach. Edward immediately released me and took a step back. He refused to look at me, and I could tell his mind was racing.
"I'll bring you your homework later tonight." He finally said, looking at the ground. Then he pecked my forehead and walked away, running his hands through his hair.
I did this to her. I got her pregnant and possibly ruined her life. Would she hate me forever?
"Are you going to tell me what's wrong?" My twin sister, Rosalie, lingered in the doorway of my room, her manicured fingernails clicking against the wood at an impatient rate.
"No." I said shortly, turning my head. Rosalie sighed and sat down next to me on my bed.
"Are you and Bella fighting? Because if you are, it doesn't matter. You love each other; you'll be fine. I've seen the two of you together, and you're so in love it's practically sickening."
"Rose, please leave." I snapped. She blanched, then set a straight face.
"Fine. I just wanted to tell you that Bella just called me, and said to tell you that everything was under control, and that she would 'handle it'." Rosalie huffed, stomping out of the room. My head shot up when I realized what Rosalie had said. Bella was going to handle it. Did this mean she was going to…..get rid of it? Kill the baby? Our baby?
I lunged for my phone, dialing Bella's home phone. Her father answered; his tone gruff as usual.
"Um, Chief Swan, do you know where Bella is?" I asked nervously, scratching my head.
"She's sitting right here, why? Do you want to talk to her?" I could hear Bella say something in the background. "Here, I'll pass-" But I hung up, my heart racing. It was already nine o'clock, Bella couldn't do anything about the baby tonight.
I would talk to her tomorrow.
"It's Edward." Charlie mouthed, gesturing to the phone. I stood up and held out my hand anxiously. After Edward had left me in the hallway, I had wanted an explanation from him. But he hadn't contacted me in anyway, not even with his usual after-school text message. So I had the made the choice on my own. If Edward didn't want his own child; there was nothing I could do about it. And as much as I wanted to have his child, we were in high school, not even legal adults. We could start a family later in our lives.
"I want to talk to him." I said loudly, and Charlie smirked.
"Here, I'll pass-" Charlie stopped, then glanced at the phone. "Must have lost the call." He reasoned, dropping the phone on the couch. I stayed like that, standing with my hand outstretched, until Charlie shot me a concerned look and I shook the hurt away.
He didn't want this baby; and there was a chance he didn't even want me anymore.
So….Tell me what you thought. And review if you want me to continue! Okay, I'm exhausted now..it's only 3 in the morning here!
Xoxo- Melodyella aka Mellie