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My eye lids began to drop lazily. My body was going limp and I could feel my head tilting back into the pillow. I had spent most of the afternoon reading this baby book my mom bought me, she insisted I bring it to Forks.

I felt a bit foolish for rolling my eyes when she gave it to me, it actually was a good read and very helpful. I obviously don't know much about being pregnant and I don't know how I feel about it. Usually expecting mothers are glowing with joy and enthusiasm, counting the days until their little angel is brought into the world. I couldn't relate to those feelings but god how I wish I did.

Sometimes when I feel him kick, my stomach knots up and I begin to feel breathless. I always start tearing up because he's alive and I feel so terrible when I neglect all feelings selfishly. It's like I am neglecting him but he needs me. I'm terrified, but tonight I feel a little more optimistic about things. Suddenly I feel like staying up all night and talking to my son. I owe him some answers.

My eyes begin to flutter back open and I caress my baby bump, he kicks right where my hand is and I smile. I opened my mouth to speak but my eyes produced tears quicker than I could think.

"Bella! Phone!" Charlie yelled from downstairs, I jumped a bit startled. I quickly wiped away the tears with the back of my hands. I gave my belly a gentle tap and untangled myself from the blankets unwillingly. Clumsily I wobbled down the stairs, I hit my self against the wall more than once. I rubbed the ache in my shoulder and continued towards the kitchen. Charlie held out the phone, his facial expression confused me. I was expecting it to be my mom, who else would call me. I mean no one else has my number. I didn't think to ask before I grabbed the phone.

"Hello?" I bit at my lip nervously. I watched as Charlie left the kitchen, leaving me alone.

"Bella?" I knew the voice instantly. That was indeed not my mother. I gripped the phone impossibly close to my ear. Rage began to bubble in my stomach and corse through my veins. I could feel the blood rushing to my face, creating an uncomfortable heat through out my entire body.

"Mike." I spat unable to conceal the anger that grew with each second.

"Yeah, howdya- never mind. Um h-how are you?" He stuttered awkwardly and I bit at my lip holding my scream.

"How did you get my number?" I felt the tears now, they slid down my cheeks one by one.

"I stopped by your moms house earlier." He explained, his voice was shaky. He knew he shouldn't be calling, he knew this was not a good idea.

"What do you want?" I practically barked.

"Cool it, I just want to talk." He spoke quiet like someone was listening.

"About the baby? Oh of course not, you wouldn't ever want to talk about that because it its not yours." I laughed dryly, running a hand through my hair.

"Its not." He almost whispered. The pain in his sentence brought on more tears and I let out a strangled sob into the phone.

"Please don't call here anymore." I choked out and before he could respond I ended the call. Charlie reappeared, his eyes were wide with sadness. The shrill ringing of the phone filled the house and I shook my head.

"If it's not mom, I don't want to take it." I whispered. I looked down at floor and slowly made my way back to my room. I heard Charlie mumble something about teaching that boy a lesson and cracked a tiny smile.

"Bella! You have a doctors appointment in the morning!" Charlie yelled up the stairs.

"Okay..." I called back. I hadn't asked him to do that for me, I assumed I would have to find a doctor on my own. Charlie was taking care of his pregnant daughter. My hand gently moved over my baby bump. Now it was time for his pregnant daughter to take care of her baby.

I got to miss the first half of school today so I was pretty thrilled. No one should be this happy going to the doctors. The only thing that saddened me was the fact that I might not see Edward today. It was dumb of me to even think it appropriate to miss him. I doubt he even realizes I'm gone, I tried my best to not think too much about him but god it was hard. His face was in every dream and I wondered so many things about him. These feelings were definitely strange but I forced myself to shake them off. I was focusing on my new determination to connect with my unborn child.

"Never seen anyone so happy to go to the doctors." Charlie grumbled with a raised eyebrow.

"Just excited." I smiled and continued to stare out the window as we drove.

"Everything okay... With er um... The baby?" Charlie asked awkwardly.

"Uhm... Yeah." I giggled at how uncomfortable he seemed.

"That's good. Your mom called last night but you were knocked out." Charlie glanced at me from the corner of his eye.

"She did!" I jumped up.

"I didn't want to wake you... I'm sorry."

"Oh well it's okay." I slouched back down in my seat. "What did she say?"

"Asked me how you are and how your feeling about your new school." He sighed.

"Hmm." I turned away from him and back towards the window.

"I was beginning to think she didn't care." I looked down at my lap.

"Bella she cares. She just... Doesn't know how to deal with this kind of stuff." Charlie said as he pulled into the parking lot of the doctor's office.

"I guess." I sighed unconvinced. I knew she didn't really care, if she cared I'd still be living in Phoenix.

"Frankly, I don't know how to either but I am going to try my very best." Charlie reached out to rub my back gently. It was out of character of him to show affection, I could tell a lot of this was out of character for him.

"Thanks." I smiled up at him quickly then focused on my hands again. We had made it right on time to the appointment. After checking in I only waited 5 minutes until a friendly nurse led me to my room. She was grinning from ear to ear unnaturally, she kind of reminded me of Alice. She was short like Alice, except she didn't talk as much as Alice so I liked the nurse more of course. I found her fake enthusiasm annoying, at least Alice's was real.

I shamelessly rolled my eyes at the nurse hoping she wouldn't be around for my check up. The room was cold and plain just as every doctor's room is. The baby blue paint was a weak attempt to brighten up the room, it was still dull and lacking life. I took a seat on the stool instead of on the check up bed feeling superior.

"The doctor will be right with you." Smiley Mc Fake nurse finally left me alone. I had little time for myself because instantly the doctor emerged into the room. He held a clipboard, his eyes skimming over something important. He was handsome and rather young looking in my opinion, probably in his 30's and probably pursued a modeling career before becoming a doctor. He had shiny blond hair and a smooth fair skin tone. When he raised his head for our eyes to meet, I was met with blue eyes and a jaw line I was all too familiar with.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Cullen." He smiled and put out his hand to shake. I knew that name, I remember that name, I met with someone who had that name. This was Edward Cullen's brother? Or father? My mind was racing with possibilities. My god this is a small town.

"Bella." I shook his hand finding it oddly difficult to speak. Dr. Cullen noticed me sitting in his seat and smiled with a raised eyebrow. I blushed but laughed when he went along with it and sat on the check up bed.

"So I got your info just this morning and I've been studying." he glanced back down at the clipboard.

"You are 24 weeks along, which is 6 months into your pregnancy and very near the end of it as well. Is that correct?"

"Yes." I nodded, counting with my hands.

"And how are you feeling Bella." He smiled up at me and I returned it, my hand instinctively caressed my belly.

"I feel fine." I sighed. "I'm eating well, sleeping enough and staying optimistic."

"Good! I'm glad to hear that." He grinned ear to ear but genuinely. It was refreshing. He stood from his seat on the check up bed and stared at me for a second before speaking.

"You are very young." He nodded and I looked down not wanting to be reminded.

"Have you made up your mind on what you'll do when the baby is born?"

"Yes." I said quietly. "I'm going to keep him."

"My chart says the sex has not been determined?" He eyed his clipboard again.

"It hasn't, I want to be surprised but I have a feeling it's a boy."

"Ah." His eyes brightened. "I have a son of my own."

"I know." I mumbled without thinking. The Dr.'s eyes furrowed and I blushed a billion different shades of red.

"I'm sorry?" He put his clipboard down and I tapped my leg nervously.

"Edward Cullen, a boy from school I met -" I stammered a bit but got it out.

"Oh that's right you must of met him." Dr. Cullen surprised me by smiling brilliantly, seeming very interested in hearing about how I know his son.

"Yeah, v-very friendly." I stuttered playing with a hole in my pants.

"I hope so."

"You seem nervous are you okay?" Dr. Cullen raised an eyebrow but seemed genuinely concerned, I can see where Edward got his friendliness from.

"Yes." I lied taking a deep breath.

"Okay we'll the nurse is going to make sure everything is normal and then I'll send you on your way." He ran a hand through his hair just like Edward did.

"It was nice meeting you Bella, have a nice day."

"You too Dr. Cullen."

I returned to school just in time for lunch... Great. These past few weeks I've been eating lunch secretively in the library, mostly because no one bothered me there and I felt the safest. Today the library was closed and I want to kill who ever is responsible for this.

How could they do this to me? Now I had to sit in the cafeteria surrounded by immature morons who looked down on me. I knew how this stuff went, I knew how mean high school kids could be. I didn't need to experience it a second time to understand it. There was nowhere to eat though, I didn't have a choice. I couldn't skip lunch. I was pregnant for crying out loud I need to eat, its vital to the babies growth. So what do I do? I drag my pregnant ass to the cafeteria to eat.

As I entered all eyes were on me, the voices seemed to get a little quieter. Could they be more dramatic? I rolled my eyes and walked quickly to the nearest empty table, which with my luck, was right across from where Alice Brandon was sitting. Along with Jessica Stanley and her bitch faced friends. They all scowled at me, except for Alice, her big blue eyes were wide and just genuinely curious. I raised an eyebrow at her, silently asking what she was looking at? Surprising me, she stood from her seat at Jessica Stanley's table and gracefully walked over to sit directly across from me. Jessica Stanley scoffed and Alice glanced back at her giving a simple shrug.

"Hey Bella missed you this morning." Alice smiled and moved her salad around with her fork, this was the first time I had ever seen Alice Brandon nervous. Usually she's annoyingly confident.

"Oh." I coughed awkwardly realizing I was staring at her. I look down to my tray and began nibbling on my sliced apples.

"Yeah, where were you?" Her squeaky high pitched voice began to drip with that familiar enthusiasm.

"Doctors." I mumbled trying to avoid eye contact with her.

"Is the baby okay?" She stopped fiddling with her salad and stared at me. I couldn't avoid eye contact with her now. She seemed startled and honestly concerned about my baby for once. I watched her with wide eyes, she was making it hard to hate her right now. Alice Brandon must be a fantastic actress I guess.

"The baby is fine." I nodded.

"Oh good." She sighed relieved. It made me crack a tiny smile.

"So I saw you talking to Edward Cullen in the hall-" She was in her rambling and ranting stage now, my eyes were the size of the moon and I almost choked on an apple.

"Alice. Sh." I swapped her hand and she stared at me shocked that I hit her.

"Oh my god you're secretly dating him!" She whispered and squealed.

"Ugh." I rolled my eyes. She was impossible.

"I promise not to tell anyone." Alice beamed, seeming satisfied with her self.

"Thanks." I went a long with it, feeling defeated by Alice's ridiculousness. Let her believe what she wants, there was no way of stopping her.

"How long?" She squealed, leaning in closer to me.

"Oh my god your scarf is so pretty." I cleverly got her off the subject by bringing up fashion. Instantly her mind switched from Edward Cullen, to scarves. I felt way more comfortable listening to her go on and on about trends and such rather than grilling me on my non existent affair with Edward Cullen. I tuned her out and continued my lunch in peace.

A/N: Bella getting herself into trouble? Review with your thoughts! :) Hope you enjoyed it! I promise lots of sexy Italian speaking Edward next chapter! Along with a bit of high school drama. :]