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CHAPTER 5

Girlfriend?

"Fuck!" Edward hissed. "Lauren … outside!"

Edward followed Lauren outside to the porch, while I stood by the front door in hopes of hearing their conversation; my ear pressed up against the wood, my heart beating fast.

"What the fuck, Lauren?" Edward hissed. "You can't just turn up here in the middle of the fucking night! I've told you this time and time again!"

"I'm … I'm…" she stammered.

"You're not my girlfriend," Edward went on. "We've been through this —"

"Edward," she interrupted. "We could be—"

"— I knew this wasn't a good idea, I've told you…" I could picture Edward pulling his hand through his hair in frustration, he was beyond annoyed — even I could hear that. "Look," he changed tactics. "That girl in there? She's my…" Edward sighed. "Well; she's my son's mom, the son that happens to be asleep in his bedroom upstairs—"

"Oh, my god!" the skank interrupted. "I didn't know you had a son."

"Exactly!" Edward retorted. "Look, I really need to get back inside … You need to go, and honestly, Lauren, it's probably best if we don't do … well, if we don't see each other anymore."

"Oh, come on, Edward," she pleaded."You don't mean that."

"Yeah, actually, I do. Now, you need to go; I really need to get back inside—"

"WHY?" Lauren shouted, sounding desperate. "So you can go fuck your baby mama?"

"Excuse me?" Edward snapped. "What I do is MY fucking business! Whether I fuck my "baby mama" or not? That's MY business! Not yours! Now, goodbye, Lauren!"

"Edward, I didn't—" she tried, but Edward wasn't having it.

"I said goodbye, Lauren!"

"But—" she cried.

"So help me God," Edward said, his tone deadly. "If you do not leave right now, I will call the police and have you removed!" Wow, he was getting serious. "Goodbye, Lauren!"

I backed away quickly beforeEdward slammed through the door. His eyes instantly locked on mine, and widened when he saw the expression on my face.

"She's not my girlfriend, Bella!"

"What the hell, Edward?" I whispered, feeling betrayed—though I knew I didn't have that right—mostly I was pissed off, what if Masen had been around? "Your, OUR, son is upstairs sleeping, and you have a fucking girl show up? So help me, Edward, if you have other girls around him…" I sighed, exasperated.

"NO!"I finally hissed—this wasn't happening!"He's barely used to this …he …you—"

"Bella!" Edward shouted. "Jesus, calm the fuck down! I'm not gonna have other girls around him … fuck! I didn't know she was coming here … I told her she was supposed to call first."

"Yeah, I got that," I snapped, not at all relieved. "She didn't! So how many others do I have to worry about showing up?"

"Jesus!" Edward huffed. "Jealous much…?"

That riled me. "I'm not jealous!"

"Yeah, okay. Keep telling yourself that," he mocked. I glared. "I'm sorry, I didn't turn into a fucking monk when you left!" he spat. "You fucking killed me! You turned me into a Goddamn manwhore, love. Nevertheless, I can promise you, my son will never see it!

"Now, if you don't mind," he continued. "I'm going to bed!" He made for the stairs, turning around, he spat, "Stay or don't stay: I don't really fucking care!"

I stayed; I really didn't want to, but I wasn't leaving without my son. I slept fitfully, curled around Masen, worrying about facing Edward again. Luckily, Masen woke up long before Edward did and I was able to leave quietly.

I had absolutely no desire to see Edward any time soon.

Unfortunately, that wasn't an option; he was pounding on my front door the moment he realized Masen was gone. To say that wasn't a pretty picture would have been a drastic understatement. Edward was pissed, and after that confrontation, things couldn't have been more strained.

~OOO~

Here it was two weeks later, and I couldn't count the number of times Masen had stayed over at his dad's. If Edward wasn't working, it was certain that Masen was with him. I probably would have been more upset, saddened, by this, but I'd been so under the weather that I actually welcomed the little reprieve. I was feeling badly enough that Edward had started in on me about going to the doctor. Still, I didn't make it a priority—that was, until one morning when I got a little light headed getting out of bed, and Masen saw me stumble. The expression on his face was one of pure terror. He was afraid for me.

I decided then that I needed to see a doctor. I called the same day and found they had an opening at four thirty, so I took it. I figured Edward was off, and already taking Masen at five thirty-ish; an hour earlier wouldn't really hurt. It wasn't as if he would mind; he adored his son.

I called Edward, but I got his voicemail. I left a message asking him to call me back, but he never called. I called him again about three thirty, and then went to get Masen ready to leave. Twenty minutes later Edward still hadn't called me back, so I decided to call him again.

Voicemail. Again.

"Hey, it's me … again. Listen, I made a doctor's appointment for four thirty …I need you to watch Masen …I'll just drop him off on my way to the doctor's …I really hope you're home … Bye."

I hung up the phone, and Masen and I piled into the car. Edward still hadn't returned my call so I decided to try him one last time.

No answer.

Why in the fuck isn't he calling me back?

I decided since I was pretty much there I might as well just stop and hope like hell he was home. I pulled into the driveway, telling Masen to get out of the car as I exited the driver side. It was cold as fuck outside so I decided to just let ourselves in. Boy as soon as I did, I REALLY wish I hadn't!

"Daddy…?" Masen mumbled just as the image before me actually registered.

"EDWARD!" I screamed grabbing Masen and turning him around. "Masen, come on … now!"

"Fuck…! Bella!" I heard Edward yell as I dragged Masen back to the car. I belted him in as fast as I could, slammed the door, and ran to the driver side. I'd just started the car when Edward came running out of the house.

I'm surprised he was able to get it out of her throat! I thought briefly, before pushing the image out of my mind, and pulling out of the driveway.

He was yelling something at me as I squealed my tires, racing away from his house. I didn't even realize I was crying until I tasted the tears on my lips.

Whats that all about? I wondered, wiping the stray tears from my face.

"Mommy?" Masen whispered from the backseat. "What daddy doin'?"

I closed my eyes, wincing. God, kill me now, please? I begged, looking at Masen in the rearview mirror. He was staring at me intently, waiting patiently for my answer.

I sighed, completely unprepared for the conversation. "Well, Mas …daddy, was, uh …" How on earth was I going to explain this to him? My precious, yet very impressionable, baby.

"Well the truth is, Masen, daddy was doing VERY grown up things. Honey, it's, um…" I stuttered stupidly. I'm going to kill you, Edward Cullen, I thought briefly before going on. "Okay, you know how mommy says you shouldn't play with Willie where people can see you?"

Don't ask me what that had to do with the price of eggs in China, but it's all I could come up with at the moment.

"Yeah?"

"Well, what daddy was doing was kind of like that …that's not something you really should have seen"—I whispered the last part—"But most importantly Masen, what daddy was doing was something ONLY grown up's do! Got it?"

"Got it!" he chirped, clearly not bothered, nor understanding—thank God!

"Alright, buddy. Mommy needs you to listen real carefully, alright?"

I watched Masen nod his head through the rearview mirror. "Uh huh," he replied, a serious look on his face.

"Okay." I smiled. "I'm going to have to take you to my doctor's appointment, so you have to be on your best behavior. Okay, Masen?"

"Okay mommy. I be good."

I smiled. "I know you will, baby."

We spent the remainder of the drive in silence. I couldn't believe my three year old had just seen his father getting head from some bleach blonde tramp! He'll probably have to see a psychiatrist now. Damn Edward! I cursed him to the depths of hell for doing this to me.

Why in the fuck didn't he just answer his damn phone?

"Bella," I answered distractedly when the reception asked my name. "Isabella Swan, I have a four thirty appointment."

"Yes, of course. Please, go ahead and have a seat. Dr McCraw will be with you shortly."

"Thank you," I replied appreciatively, turning around. "Come on, Masen."

Masen and I found some seats, and Masen immediately scoped out a book for me to read to him while my phone vibrated like crazy in my purse. I didn't need to look to know who it was, and there was no way I was answering his calls.

"Mommy?" Masen interrupted my reading of Dr Seuss' One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue fish.

"Yeah, buddy?" I asked, turning my head to look at him.

"I still go daddy's tonigh'?" he asked. I cringed.

"Isabella?" the nurse called, saving me for the moment.

"Come on, buddy." I stood up, pretending I hadn't heard his question, and Masen took my hand. We followed the nurse through the door.

"Sorry, my babysitter fell through," I explained sheepishly.

"Oh, no problem," she replied with an encouraging smile as we came to a stop in front of the bathroom. "I will however, need a urine sample."

"It's no problem," I said taking the plastic bag containing the specimen cup.

Masen and I went into the bathroom. Masen stood facing the door while I filled the little plastic cup. I washed my hands and turned back to him.

"Do you have to use the bathroom, Mas?"

Masen shook his head. "I okay mommy."

~OOO~

We weren't in the exam room long before there was a knock at the door.

"Good evening, Bella…"

"Good evening, Dr McCraw."

"My, who is this handsome little guy?" she asked, turning her attention to Masen.

"I Masen Antony Swan," Masen chirped proudly.

"Well, hello there, Masen Anthony Swan," she greeted with a smile. "Tell me, can you sit right here and color me a pretty picture while I talk to your mommy?"

Masen nodded vigorously—he loved coloring. "Uh huh."

"Good boy." Dr McCraw smiled turning back to me. "So, Bella, what brings you in today?"

"I don't know." I shrugged. "I just haven't been feeling well lately …not like myself." I proceeded to tell Dr McCraw about the nausea, vomiting, headaches, and dizziness. She asked a lot of questions before flipping through the chart in her hand.

"So," she finally went on. "You noted on your forms that you're not on any form of birth control, but that you're not currently sexually active?"

"Yes, that's right," I answered honestly—I really had no idea where she was going with this line of questioning.

"Hmm…" she hummed, again consulting my medical records.

"Dr McCraw?" I asked, my voice cracking a bit. She was starting to freak me out. "What's wrong…?"

"Well," she started. "It seems you're pregnant, Bella."

"I'm sorry, what?" I choked out; positive I couldn't have heard her correctly.

"You're pregnant," she stated again. "We'll have to draw some blood—"

"Pregnant?" I asked, staring at her stupidly; I was hearing her all right, the word just refused to process."I haven't…" I continued to mumble just moments before realization slapped me in the face.

"Oh, my god!" I gasped. "New Year's Eve!"

"I'm sorry, what was that?" Dr. McCraw asked—I'd completely forgotten she was still there.

"New Year's Eve," I explained sheepishly. "That's when I got pregnant."

"Mommy…? What pegnet?"

Seriously, God! Kill me now!

**Author's Note**

Well, please, please give me some love… or at least some comments ;)