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Chapter 8 Parents
"Mom Dad, Charlie...there's um-
"There's something we need to tell you."
"You um... you may-
"You might be a bit surprised-
"It was sort of... unexpected."
"And it wasn't meant to happen
"Actually very unexpected..."
"It was an accident!"
"I swear we didn't mean it!"
"It just sort of happened!"
"We weren't thinking straight!"
"We didn't mean it!"
"Please don't kill us!"
"Guys!" Carlisle shouted, pulling us out of our worrying.
I snapped out of the haze that was running through me. Carlisle, Esme and Charlie stared back at us with wide eyes. They were all on one sofa and Edward and I sat on the smaller one- called the loves seat- gazing back at them fearfully. Tears were running down my face and Edward was shaking next to me. We had unconsciously clasped out hands in between our knees where they were invisible from our highly confused parents.
"Deep breath," Carlisle told us.
"Did you kill anyone?" Esme suddenly burst out, earning an icy glare from Carlisle.
"Esme, I am sure that they did not kill anybody. But they clearly did something and we need to figure out what it is. So if and when you two catch your breath, calmly tell us what happened."Charlie cleared his throat. "Bella, I'm starting to get a bit worried," he admitted.
I bit my lip guiltily.
"Maybe we should start from the beginning," Edward sighed, squeezing my hand tighter in his.
"That would be nice," Esme agreed. "Baby, we won't be angry."
Edward nodded slowly. My hand began to feel a bit numb. Edward was grasping it so tightly in his that he was cutting off my circulation.
"A few months ago on the night that we graduated eleventh grade... Bella and I had the house to ourselves."
"I don't like where this is going," Charlie said slowly.
"Please!" I stopped him. "Just let us finish."
I began squeezing Edward's hand back and the tears fell faster.
"I pressured her into drinking," Edward choked out.
"No he didn't! It was my choice," I made clear.
"No Bella. It was my fault. I said everything would be fine."
"Guys!" Carlisle cut us off, once again. "Get on with it."
"Either way... we both drank a bit too much. We were in my room."
"We were so drunk," I sobbed. "And I don't remember anything from that night."
"Neither do I," Edward added.
"We woke up the next morning," I mumbled, my words too slurred with tears to sound clear.
"And we weren't wearing any clothes," Edward said calmly.
I expected the reactions to be bad. Esme put her hand over her mouth and Carlisle's eyes widened a bit, not too freaked out. Let's face it; none of their other children were virgins. But Charlie's face was purple. Literally purple!
"Bella," Esme said slowly, her voice shaking. "Are you..." she trailed off, unable to finish her sentence.
"Pregnant," I sighed, nodding my head.
Esme's eyes filled with tears. Carlisle grabbed her hand with his right and with his other hand he ran it through his hair. Charlie's face turned blue.
I felt my stomach clench uneasily. No! I thought. No, please not now! Of all times... oh no!
"Excuse me!" I croaked and bolted for the bathroom, barely making it in time to empty all of the contents of my stomach into the toilet.
I heard Edward heave a huge sigh in the other room. I shut the door and flushed the toilet, curling up on the cold floor.
"Poor thing," I heard Esme's uneasy voice speak for the first time since we told them. "I'll go check on her."
I could hear the springs in the couch squeak as she stood up, but someone else beat her to the punch.
"No, let me," I heard Edward say. "I got us into this mess... I have to clean it up."
I almost felt offended for some reason with his choice of words. My hand flew down to my stomach. This baby isn't a mess! Woah! Where did that come from?
Footsteps echoed down the hallway, followed by a tentative knock on the door. "I'm fine," I called, trying to sound brave.
"Bella, it's me."
"I know who it is." I pretended to give a short laugh. "Your footsteps are very distinctive. I'm fine. I'll be right out. Just morning sickness or whatever."
"Bella," Edward sighed. I can see your shadow. You're on the floor. You were just hysterical. You aren't fine. Can I come in?"
His voice became quieter so our parents couldn't hear it. I could barely hear it. "Please."
I squeezed my eyes shut and a new tear leaked out. I reached up and twisted the doorknob, pushing the door open. Edward took one look at me and his posture melted. He walked right in into the tiny space and sunk down onto the floor next to me, pulling the door shut.
"How are you feeling?"
"Physically or mentally?"
"Physically: like my stomach is churning and I can barely breathe. Mentally: like everyone's disappointed in me."
"They'll be fine. We'll get past this," Edward tried to assure me, pulling me into his arms.
"This is so weird," I muttered.
"What do you mean?"
"Look at us!"
Edward looked down for the first time and noticed how he had his arms wrapped around me, how close we were sitting, how natural it felt.
"Yeah," Edward chuckled. "This is weird."
We locked eyes for a moment, our faces inches apart, and then burst out laughing. I have no idea why. Nothing about this was funny. Except at the moment, it was all so crazy.
I couldn't stop. It felt so good to laugh, and judging by the way Edward was laughing, he agreed.
"Come on," Edward sighed, finally catching his breath for a moment. "Let's go face our parents. Hopefully your dad finally remembered to breathe."