Can anyone say…two-shot? I can. And I'm doing one because I really like this story idea, but I don't have the time for yet another new story line. So this won't be expanded beyond the two chapters, with the exception of maybe some outtakes later on. I'm going put out a tissue warning right now, because this is going to be sad. It deals with a cancer victim and his girlfriend. I'm doing research to be as accurate as I can possibly be, but I apologize if I'm off mark on several things.
As some of you know, I just had a baby so I don't have a whole lot of time on my hands. I'm starting this story on May 18, 2010. Let's see how long it takes me to finish this up. I hope for it to be about 7,000 words all together, but I am going to try and make it as long as possible without dragging things out to much.
Like I said before, two chapters. Not sure when I'll get the next one out, but it'll be coming to you eventually.
Bella Swan, July 2010:
"I really don't understand." I whispered, my eyes filling up with tears immediately.
Edward sat across from me, a knit cap covering his bald head. "They're stopping the medication." He repeated, looking down and running his index finger across the smooth surface of the table, drawing little pictures that no one but him could see. He looked up at me, and his green eyes darkened as they met mine. "The doctor…" He licked his dry, cracked lips before continuing. "The doctor said that at this point, it's more about quality of life than quantity. I'm sick, Bella. And I'm not going to get any better."
The finality in his words struck my hard, and a tremor rocked through my body. "You're twenty five years old." I whispered, reaching up to wipe away the tears that were streaming down my face. "You haven't even lived your life yet."
"They gave me nine to twelve months. That's something, right? That's plenty of time." Edward said, looking up at me with a crooked smile on his face. I shook my head and leapt up from my chair, running around the table and throwing myself into his arms.
"Don't leave me." I sobbed, pressing my face into his chest. "Please, Edward, I love you!" He felt so frail and breakable, not at all like the Edward I knew. My Edward was strong and happy and beautiful and wasn't sick. But that wasn't my Edward anymore. Now my Edward was going to die, and there was nothing I could do about it.
Edward and I had been high school sweethearts. And before that, we had grown up together and had been inseparable. We had been planning to get married before Edward got the diagnosis two years ago. So we decided to push back our engagement until he got better. And now…that was never going to happen.
"Shh. I'm not leaving you yet." Edward said soothingly, but I could hear the tears in his voice. We sat there at our kitchen table for a long time, holding each other tightly because we really didn't want to let go. "I still want to marry you, Bella." He whispered. "I know…I know that I'll have to leave you eventually, but please marry me. I can't die without having married you." And then he slipped a small velvet box into my hand.
"Of course I'll marry you. I love you." I managed to choke out the words, and Edward took the box back from me. After a moment, I felt him take my left hand in his and I looked down just as he slipped the beautiful ring on my fourth finger. Sobs racked through my body, but I lifted my head up and kissed him. I poured every bit of my love for him into that kiss, knowing that the rest of our time together had to count.
I shifted in my seat, clutching onto Edward's hand. I looked up at him, managing a small smile. "I love you." I said softly.
Edward smiled at me, but I saw the pain and weariness in his eyes. "I love you too." He then looked around the room briefly before looking back at me. "Are you sure you want to do this…here?" Edward asked, gesturing with his free hand. "You know that my mom and Alice…they would love to put together a real wedding for you."
"This is a real wedding." I said softly, looking down at my toenails, which were painted dark midnight blue. "I have a white dress." That was true, I was wearing a simple white eyelet sundress that went down to about three inches above my knee. "You're wearing a tie." This, too, was true. Edward wore a tie the same color as my painted toenails. "I'm a bride and you're a groom. That's a real wedding, Edward."
He was silent for a moment, and I knew exactly what he was doing. "Stop it." I said gently, bringing my hand up to cup the side of his face. "I'm not missing out on anything. This is exactly what I want."
"Okay." Edward murmured, and then I kissed him softly on the lips.
Just when we broke apart, the door in front of us opened. "Mr. Cullen, Miss Swan, we're ready for you." The woman said, smiling at us. We stood up eagerly, still holding hands, and followed her into the next room. The Justice of the Peace was there waiting for us, and my heart started pounding in my chest.
"Are we ready to proceed?" He asked, and Edward and I nodded quickly.
The little ceremony started, and all I could focus on was Edward. The way his hands felt in mine, the way his green eyes smoldered, and the way his lips curled up into a smile. I loved him, and I was going to make every minute of this count.
And when we left the courthouse not long after, I was his wife.
"You are so beautiful, Bella. Thank you so much." Edward whispered, and then his lips met mine in a sweet, loving kiss.
"I love you." I said simply, holding him against me as he continued to move gently inside of me. It was sweeter and more perfect that I could have ever imagined. And was all we needed for our wedding night.
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you dear Bella, happy birthday to you!" The off key singing of my new family members made me laugh, and I kissed Edward once on the lips before leaning down and blowing out all of the candles on my cake. Camera lights flashed the entire time, but I didn't care. Still laughing, I kissed Edward again, this time digging my fingers into his upper arms and holding him to me.
"Okay, kids, break it up. It's bad enough that you didn't invite me to your wedding, but there's no way in hell I'm missing out on Bella's birthday because you two can't control yourselves." Alice, Edward's twin sister, interrupted us as she and Edward's mother, Esme, started cutting the cake and dishing out pieces.
Edward pecked me on the lips one last time before pulling away grudgingly, accepting the piece of cake that his mother offered him. I took mine as well and then reached down and took Edward's free hand, placing it on my knee as we started eating. Now that I knew our time was limited, I'd be damned if I wasn't going to get the most out of it. Edward's two sisters, their husbands, and his parents had flown to Chicago to celebrate my birthday, as well as my parents. The mood was dampened slightly because of Edward's recent news, but I was trying to forget about it and enjoy myself, because that is what Edward had asked of me this morning. But I couldn't help but run a countdown in my head. My husband had seven to ten months left of his life, and then he would be leaving me against his will. Several times over the past two months, I had laid awake in bed, wondering if getting married had been a mistake. If Edward hadn't been diagnosed with cancer, we would have gotten married two years ago.
I loved him, without any kind of doubt. But we he was gone, I would be so alone, no matter if we had been married or not. It really didn't change anything.
"Are you alright?" My mother, Renée, sat down next to me, and I glanced over at her before taking a small bite of my cake. Edward, seated on the other side of me, was deep in conversation with his older sister Rosalie.
"Just a little sad." I confessed softly, not wanting Edward to hear me. "I just can't stop thinking…this will be my last birthday with him."
The smile slid off of Renée's face, and she reached over and rubbed my shoulder. "You're strong, Bella. And we'll all be here for you." I nodded, forcing a smile. Renée let the subject drop then, and the conversation flowed to lighter topics once more.
Thankfully, the rest of the party went by quickly, and then all that was left were the presents. Rosalie and her husband Emmet gave me a bottle of Cristal and a Kindle. Alice and her husband Jasper gave me a bouquet of two dozen roses and two boxes of my favorite pastries from a bakery back in Seattle. Esme and Carlisle surprised Edward and I with plane tickets to Seattle so that we could spend Christmas with the family, and my parents gave me a pair of beautiful diamond earrings.
All that was left was my gift from Edward, and he said that he wanted me to open it in private. So after we all said our goodbyes until Christmas time, Edward pulled me into his arms and kissed me.
"Can I open my present from you now?" I asked softly, looking up at my husband. He looked tired. Exhausted, really. And instantly I felt bad. I was supposed to be keeping him calm and happy, but here I was, letting him stay up late and-
"Of course. And stop thinking so much, Bella. I'm fine." Edward admonished, and then he kissed my cheek. "Stay here, I'll be right back." Edward said, and extracted himself from my arms. He left the room and walked into our bedroom, and returned a moment later with a big box in his arms. He set in on the floor in front of me, and then knelt down before me. "I've had this for awhile." Edward muttered, running his hands over the top of the cardboard box. "And I was going to give it to you later…but then I realized that I don't have later." His voice cracked slightly, and my heart absolutely went out to him.
I slid off the couch and knelt down next to him, taking his face in my hands. "Can we open it together?" I asked softly, fighting off tears. Edward nodded wordlessly, and he turned his head slightly to kiss my palm. "Come on." I whispered, and we both reached down and opened the box together. It was filled with what looked like totally random odds and ends, but when I continued to look I realized that they were really the odds and ends of our relationship.
"I've been keeping this stuff for a long time." Edward said. He reached into the box, digging towards the bottom and holding something up for me to see. "Do you remember when we were thirteen, and I kissed you in your tree house?" I nodded, my eyes filling with tears. It was true. We had been playing in my tree house after school one day, and I had wondered aloud what it would be like to kiss someone. So Edward had leaned over and kissed me. "This is from your tree house." Edward extended his hand and opened his palm, showing me the small piece tree branch that he held. "I took this home with me that day."
The box was filled with truly beautiful things from our past. My corsage of white roses from when he had taken me to senior prom. Two navy blue graduation caps from our days at UIC. Notes that we passed to each other during our high school biology class. And other entirely random things that meant so much to us. "What's this?" I asked in a hoarse voice, holding up a small scrap of fabric.
Edward blushed for a moment, taking it from me and holding it in his hands. "This is from the very first time we were together." He said, and then I instantly recognized it. It was a piece of a blanket that had sat on my bed at Charlie and Renée's house back in Forks. The first time we had made love, I knew that Edward must have ripped a little corner of that old blanket off after I had fallen asleep and taken it home with him. I bit my lip and continued digging through the box of treasures. My heart nearly stopped when I picked up a little plastic bag that contained a negative pregnancy test. Edward shifted next to me, his hand resting on the small of my back. "What would you have done, if you had been pregnant then?"
Then was seven years ago, when I was eighteen and had just started at UIC. I had been terrified, thinking I was pregnant. Edward had been upset too, but had managed to remain calm while I had panicked. In the end, it had turned out that my period was only late because of stress, and things soon turned back to normal. "I would have kept it." I said honestly. "Would you have stayed with me?"
"Of course. I'll always been with you, Bella." Edward said, his eyes piercing into mine with the most beautiful sincerity.
And then I couldn't hold it in any longer; I started sobbing again and I collapsed into Edward. "Don't leave me, don't leave me, don't leave me." I cried out a mantra, hoping that if I held onto him tightly enough, he wouldn't have to die and leave me without him.
"Bella, stop. I don't even want to consider this. I can't…I can't leave you alone with a baby." Edward said firmly.
I shook my head, sticking to what I wanted. "Edward, I want this. I want a little piece of you, forever. I would be able to do it; you know I would love that baby so much!" I said, trying to make Edward see what I was trying to explain. "Please." I added, and widened my eyes. This wasn't some trivial wish; this was something that I really wanted.
"No." Edward said sharply, slapping his hand down on the tabletop. "I am going to die in five months, Bella. I'm doing to die, trapped in my own body as I slowly waste away. And I refuse to leave my pregnant wife like that." With that, he stood up from the table and stalked away, slamming the door to our bedroom. I sat there at the kitchen table, fuming. Why couldn't he understand? I wanted to have his child while I still could. Even if he couldn't be here with me…I could do it. I wanted a part of him with me always.
After several minutes, Edward reappeared in the kitchen doorway, his arms crossed across his chest and his head hanging. "I don't want to fight with you." He said in a gravelly voice. "I'm sorry I'm being so selfish, but-"
"Wait, how the hell are you the selfish one in this situation?" I interrupted him, honestly confused.
Edward sighed, ambling over to me as he ran both of his hands through his short hair. Sitting down across from me at the table, he looked me straight in the eye. "Trust me, Bella, I'm the one being selfish. I really am against leaving you alone with a newborn baby…but it's more than that. I don't want to…I don't want to miss out on our child's life. I'm jealous that you'll be the one to hold him and read him stories and take him to his first day of kindergarten and teach him how to drive and see him on his wedding day. I want those things too. And I know that I can't have them…so I'm being selfish."
I stared at Edward for a long time, my mouth hanging open. "Oh, Edward…" I hesitated again, shaking my head as I reached for his hands. "Baby, you're always going to be here." I whispered. "Right here." I touched my heart, and Edward smiled halfheartedly. "If you are really against it, then I'll let it drop. But if we do have a baby, I swear to you that he or she will know all about you. I'll talk about you every single day if I have to."
"Thank you." Edward whispered. I nodded, holding his hands tightly.
"Does this mean…?"
Edward looked up at me again, his eyes heavy. "If you're sure."
"I'm so sorry, Esme. He's just…he's too sick to travel. I'm taking him to the hospital now. I'm so sorry for ruining everyone's Christmas-"
"Hush, Bella. It's fine, okay? Just take care of Edward and we'll come to Chicago sometime real soon." Esme soothed me over the phone, but I could tell that she was concerned over her son's health. "It'll be alright, honey. We all love you, and send Edward our love as well. Merry Christmas."
I held back tears, sniffling slightly as I pressed my forehead against the cool glass of the window in our bedroom as I said my goodbyes to Esme. Edward hadn't gotten out of bed all morning, even though we were supposed to leave around eight. It was nearly ten now, and when I had checked Edward's temperature at nine, it was 100 degrees. Now, it was 102 degrees and I knew that I needed to get him to the hospital.
"I could have gone." Edward said softly from the bed, but his voice was quiet and hoarse.
"Stop trying to be a hero." I said lightly, still keeping my back to him so he couldn't see my tear filled eyes. "We need to go to the hospital, okay? Can you walk?"Edward nodded, and I quickly took the cool washcloth of his forehead to feel if his fever had gone down or gotten worse. It definitely wasn't much cooler, but at least it wasn't warmer. "Alright, I've got your bag. Let's go." I said softly, and I held onto his arm as he got out of bed, handing him a pair of jeans and a lightweight tee shirt.
After he clumsy dressed himself and put on his winter coat, I hurried him out to the car. On the drive to the hospital, I was so scared that my hands were shaking like crazy. "I'll be fine." Edward's voice was so faint that I had to strain to hear him. "It's just a fever." I nodded wordlessly, although I knew that we both knew it could be so much more than just a fever. Because a fever meant infection, and Edward's cancer ridden body wouldn't be able to handle that for long.
Once we got to the hospital, Edward's doctor saw him immediately. I had to stay out in the waiting room at my wit's end, trying to tell myself that this wasn't the end. He still had four or six months left.
And then it hit me; how little time was actually in four months. That's when I fainted.
"Mrs. Cullen." I felt someone gently shaking my shoulder, and I reluctantly peeked my eyes open. I was surprised to see that I was in a hospital room, lying in my own bed. And when I turned my head slightly, I saw that Edward was in the bed next to me, fast asleep. "Mrs. Cullen." The person repeated my name, and I blushed before looking towards the doctor that stood at the foot of my bed. After countless visits to this hospital for Edward, I don't think I've ever seen this doctor around.
"Yes?" I answered, and then I was struck with a sudden feeling of overwhelming nausea. I started retching and the doctor thrust a bucket under my chin without missing a beat, holding it there until I stopped vomiting. "I'm so sorry." I apologized, blushing bright read. "I think Edward might have gotten me sick…" I waved my hand over to my sleeping husband, and the look on the doctor's face completely changed.
She shook her head slightly, sitting down on the edge of my bed. "No, ma'am, you're not sick." She said gently, patting my leg through the scratchy sheets. "You're pregnant."
Well…what are your thoughts?...I know it's sad, and I'm sorry!
The next chapter completing the story should be out sometime in June, but we'll see. Let me know how you liked it and please leave a review.
Xoxo- Melodyella aka Mellie