A/N- Edward's swearing shouldn't be a problem if you're old enough to read 'M' rated stories. But it's a warning to those who don't approve of that language.

Every last one, route one, rural heart's
Got a story to tell,
Every Grandma, in-law, ex-girlfriend,
Maybe knows it just a little too well.

(Famous In a Small Town – Miranda Lambert)


The peculiar looks began the second I rose myself steadily out of Charlie's cruiser. This is the first time I have arrived at school in three months, and I haven't come alone. You could tell instantly, just by looking at me, why I had been absent for so long. My winter jacket and scarf that I'm wearing couldn't hide the bump that protrudes from my abdomen. The teachers knew my reasons – they had been kind enough to email me work for the duration of my time at home. None of the students knew – even the ones that really should know – thanks to teacher-student confidentiality. Now it's time to return to school for the end of the winter semester, six months pregnant and resembling a planet.

For the first trimester of my pregnancy I managed to hide my secret from everyone – there had been no bump showing, and as a tiny one formed, I covered it with baggy hoodies. My father, Charlie, has been amazing throughout the whole process. Like any father, he wasn't pleased when he found out – I'm only seventeen after all – but I'm a stubborn person, I had made it clear to him that I was not giving up my child. I've never believed in abortions and I couldn't put him or her up for adoption; knowing that my child was out there and I wasn't the one watching all the milestones go by, is heart-breaking.

I couldn't afford to miss anymore school – getting work via email isn't the same by any means. So here I am now, making my way to class as quickly as possible, blocking out all the murmurs around me.

*Gasp* Bella's returned.

I knew she's a whore –it's always the quiet ones.

I head that she was pregnant – you can't hide stories in a small town – I wonder who the father is.

Try as I might I could not suppress a groan that forced its way out of me. Oh, I know who the father is – I just haven't thought of a way to tell him. How do I tell him? 'Hey, er, remember, like, six months ago, we may have had a bit too much to drink at your brothers' twenty-first? Yeah, this is the outcome' ? Don't think that would go down too well to be honest.



"Hey! Bella!" A chirpy voice rose from the crowd of people behind me. I considered pretending not to hear her and keep on walking, but she would catch up with me easily. I don't want to be a bitch, she's lovely, but not the person I want to see right now. Her tiny hand tapped my shoulder and she squealed my name some more. "It's so good to see you, Bella! It's been so long!"

"Yeah, it's, er, good to see you too, Alice."

"And a congratulations is in order me thinks." Alice had a large cheesy grin on her face.

On instinct, my hand stroked the bump, "thanks," I mumbled.

"So… who's the father?"

Your brother.

"Oh, he's, um…"


Shit, he's right behind you. What a coincidence.

Alice spun around and stomped her foot, "Edward wait a minute, I'm talking to Bella." Edward looked from his sister, to my stomach, to my eyes, and then to the floor.

Please don't put two and two together – now is not the time to find out.

"So, Bella, who's the father?"

He's still standing right behind you. And looks as if he is trying to solve the biggest math problem known to man. Yup, he's going to work it out.

"Could I, um, talk to you later, Alice? I have to, you know, pee and stuff and then get to class."

Alice swatted the air with her hand like she was trying to hit a fly. "Yeah, no problem. If you need any help, just ask, 'kay?"

"Sure. Bye."

I couldn't get away from the situation any faster.


My first class went better than expected. People were curious and my teacher treated me like I am enable to do anything by myself, but I hadn't expected anything else. I had a few people asking me when I was due and if I knew whether I was having a boy or a girl, apart from the obvious conversation starter, no-one else particularly talked to me.

My surprise came when I left the room and someone grabbed me by the shoulder. After the initial shock wore off, I turned my head to the left to meet Edward's hard gaze. "I need to talk to you," he muttered. I didn't get the chance to reply as he walked towards an exit door without muttering another word.

I didn't have to ask what he needed; it was obvious what he had to talk to me about. But who would start talking first? Edward didn't seem the sort of person to talk if he didn't have to. He answered my question. We were standing just near the schools' tiny quadrangle, the odd student would run past in a rush to class, but we're alone other than that.

Edward has his back to me; I could hear the deep breaths he was taking. I didn't know whether that is due to the cold weather or anger. I hoped for the former.

"It's mine, isn't it?"

My silence answered his question. Edward turned to face me, stared directly at the bump. "Fucking brilliant," He spat, running his hand roughly through his messy bronze hair.

"How-how did you find out?"

"Because it doesn't take a fucking genius, Bella." I had to take a step back from his rage. "When were you going to tell me?"

"Today – I was going to tell you today."

"Why had you kept it a secret for so long?"

"I was scared…that you wouldn't want anything to do with it." Your emotions go haywire when you're pregnant, you cannot control when you cry – it just happens. Tears pooled in my eyes, I hope Edward knows pregnant ladies cry easily.

He bent forward and looked me straight in the eyes. "You've got that right. If I had known sooner, I would have forced your to abort it." He spoke with such hatred it shook me to the bone.

"You don't mean that. When you see your child you will be thankful that that never happened."

After all, fathers only become fathers when they see their child.

"Ha! You say that like I want anything to do with it! You and it don't mean a thing to me."

I had to leave, I had to leave now. "I hope you don't regret what you just said."

I feel like I'm on an episode of '16 and Pregnant'.


Fuck her.

I knew something was up when she never came to school for months. And then bam she returns out of the blue with a stomach the size of Rosalie's ego. As soon as I saw her, I knew the kid was mine. I'm not irresponsible – I've always used protection, but the tension and lust had been too much and it just… happened. The days and weeks following that night, I couldn't get the 'what if's' off my mind. It must have been a sign. 'Cause look what happened.

Do I regret doing it? No. In the back of my mind, I think I had always wanted to – it's just the outcome that I regret – my dad is going to kill me.

I'm seventeen – I'm not old enough to be a fucking father. Bella can complain all she wants; she's not getting any help from me. I don't even want my name on its birth certificate.

I didn't even know what to think right now.

I just…

I just had to get out of here.

Taking my phone out from my pocket, I sent Alice a brief text: Get a lift home from Jasper.

She sent a reply a couple minutes later when I was in my car and ready to leave.

Okay :)

That's one of the things I love about Alice. She knows that I bunk off school some times, and knows not to press any further on the situation or reason why.


"Edward? Why are you home so soon?" Esme had been walking down the stairs when I stormed into the house. I threw my bag to the floor, groaned into my hands, and then walked into the kitchen; dismissing her question and the ones that followed. "What's happened?"

I didn't know how to feel right now. Was I angry? Maybe – it's not Bella's fault that she is in this situation, but she could have at least told me about it. I think I'm feeling more frustrated than anything – I don't want to have anything to do with this kid, but it is still mine, and so I will still have to contribute towards its life.

Taking a can of coke from the fridge, I stood at the kitchen window with the cold drink slowly numbing my hands. I could sense Esme standing behind me; she'll leave me for a few minutes before getting something out of me.

"Are you going to tell me what's happened now?"

I took a deep breath before mumbling my answer. "Bella Swan is pregnant," Esme gasped, "…with my baby." I had rendered her speechless.

"…Are you sure?"

"Well we haven't received the DNA results yet, but I'm pretty certain." My answer was flippant.

"When did this happen?"

Again, I took a short while before I answered. "Emmett's twenty-first." Why was Bella even invited to that party? That's what boggles me.

"So she'll be due around February?" It was a rhetorical question. "What are your thoughts?"

"I told her I don't want anything to do with it."

Esme gasped again, "are you sure that's what you want to do? Why don't you sit down and we'll talk about it?"

"No… I want to be on my own for a while."

I left the un-opened coke can on the counter and plodded up to my room. Blocking out the world and leaving myself to wallow in the fucked-up situation I have been landed in.


I spent the majority of the day in my room, listening to music, sleeping and having the occasional smoke on my balcony. It was when I was having my cigarette that I saw Alice being dropped off, skipping into the house like an energised bunny. I don't know if Bella had told her or if she was still to find out – I hoped Esme could break the news to her.

By seven that evening I was still ignoring everyone. I dismissed the call for dinner – I would get something later if I felt hungry. All my hunger had disappeared. The sky had turned dark and a chill wind had picked up. There's something about smoking in the dark that I enjoy. Maybe it's watching the white smoke contrast against the darkness, lifting away and fading into nothing. Slipping a Malboro from the packet, I grabbed my lighter and went back to my balcony to light up.

I didn't realise anyone had come into my room until Esme was standing next to me. Some of the smoke wafted in her direction and she brushed it away with her hand. She knew I smoke – isn't happy about it of course, but there isn't much she can do about it. I finished quickly, stubbing it out on a small puddle of water on the balcony wall, and then flicked the butt into the distance.

"Your father and I have had a chat."

I rolled my eyes, "go on."

"We understand why you feel so strongly about not wanting to deal with the baby – becoming a parent is a huge commitment and you both are so young. But whatever the situation, it is still our grandchild and I want you to tell Bella that we will help her in whichever way we can."

"Can't we just let her get on with it? She has her own parents who can help."

"No Edward, because it's not as easy as that. Bella didn't ask for this to happen either – but because you couldn't keep your dick in your pants, she's left to deal with it. We all, as a family, will help her. You don't have to see the baby if that is what you want, but your father and I will make sure that you give her a decent sum of money every month."

"Right, okay, whatever."

"And enough of this snarly attitude. Whether you like it or not, you are going to be a father in a few months and you need to start acting like one."


A/N- He won't act like this normally and the swearing will cut down majorly as the story progresses.

Thank you for reading :)