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Future Take #1- Faster Than We Planned

"Are you done?" I ask her.

"Jesus, Edward. It's been like thirty seconds," she answers through the door. I stop my pacing and sit down at the end of the bed. Putting my elbows on my knees, I lean forward and drop my head.

"Oh God. Oh God. Oh God," I chant quietly.

I fist my hair tightly in my hands and pull, wanting to feel something other than the panic I'm feeling right now. I release my hair and stand up to begin pacing again.

Suddenly I hear the bathroom door open and I turn to face her. She's standing there with the small plastic stick in her hand. She's saying nothing as she hands it to me. Her face is pale and her mouth is open.

I take the stick in my hand and look down at it, backing up. I mean to sit down on the bed, but completely miss it, sliding instead, down to the floor.

Positive.

It's fucking positive.

She's pregnant.

All it takes is one drunken night during a round of antibiotics for strep throat.

We both got tipsy celebrating an accomplishment we'd made at work.

We both got horny because finally Bella felt well enough to do something other than fall asleep the minute her head hit the pillow.

We both completely forgot that antibiotics fuck with birth control.

"Oh God. What am I going to do? I can't do this. I can't be pregnant right now. I'm not married. Hell, I'm not even engaged! Oh crap. Oh crap," I hear Bella speaking and she pulls me out of my own thoughts.

She's the one pacing now. I don't think she even knows it, but as she's talking, her hand is rubbing small circles across her flat stomach. And then I can see it.

I can see Bella, her stomach rounded with our child. I can see her holding a baby, smiling widely at me. I see all three of us together, happy.

"I can't do this. I'm not ready for this. I'm going to be a horrible mother," she says as I stand up next to her.

"Hey. Hey. Stop," I tell her as I grab her shoulders and turn her to face me. Her eyes are filled with tears as she nibbles on her bottom lip. I brush my thumbs along her cheeks, wiping away the tears that have already spilled from her eyes.

"Edward," she chokes out before she starts to cry harder. I pull her to me and we both sit down on the bed. I let her cry a few minutes because I heard some fucking where that pregnant women like to cry a lot. If I have nine months of this to look forward to, I'm gonna go crazy. Just sayin'.

"Bella. This might not have been the best timing for a baby, but we can do this. Yes, it's gonna be hard, but we can handle it. You won't be alone. We'll make it. You want this right?" I ask her as she pulls away from me and looks at me, smiling slightly.

"It scares me how much I want this," she says quietly and I smile. "I'm just afraid I'm going to suck at being a mom so bad." I shake my head and pull her hand to my mouth, kissing it lightly.

"I want this too, so much. I didn't realize how much until it happened. And I don't want to hear you say that you'll suck at something again. Unless of course, the something happens to be..." I say and she punches me in the arm, laughing.

"I know, baby. Inappropriate timing. But I just wanted to hear you laugh again. I hate seeing you cry," I say before leaning forward and kissing her.

"You really think we'll be okay?" she asks.

"We'll be just fine. We'll be great."

A/N: Okay, here's one of the outtakes that I thought of. But I want to hear from you! What outtakes/future-takes/alternate point of views would you like to read. I might even be able to do some Bella POV...no promises. Once you get inside Edward's head, it's kind of a fun place to be, LOL.