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What We Become

All human. Edward, the ghost of the school, has seen her from afar, but has never approached her. He and Bella have come to an unspoken agreement:don't talk to me and I won't talk to you.Hate is always the feelings that arise. With one night together, Bella becomes pregnant. What will happen? Will they find away to love one another? There's always a sneak peek at my next chapter on my site.story banner

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13. Chapter 13

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Chapter 13.

The window was open and I could hear crickets somewhere close outside. I pulled my bedsheet closer to myself and stared into the darkness around me.

"Cold?" Edward whispered in my ear.

"Only a bit." I murmured back. Edward tightened his arms around me, pulling my back closer to his chest. He curled his face into my neck and we laid there a moment, silent.

"How are you feeling?"

"Well, I no longer have taste for tomatoes."I whispered back. I felt Edward chuckle.

"It'll pass." He murmured into my skin. I let out a slow breath. I relaxed when Edward started rubbing my arms. His gentle fingers sliding down my arms and then he got to my hands. His thumbs rubbing circles into my palms. I took a hold of his hands with each of mine and placed them gently on my somach. Edward's breath grew deeper. I curled my fingers between his and let him guide our hands across my belly.

"So, I think on Monday I'm going to see a doctor... I think that's what I'm supposed to do."

"We can skip school and I'll go with you."

"Okay." I closed my eyes.

The next day I woke up sprawled across Edward's chest. He was already awake and staring down at me. I blushed and pulled myself away. I slid out of the bed and made my way out into the hall and to the washroom. When I came out a few minutes later, my father was standing at the end of the hall.

"When did you get home?" I asked him.

"Around midnight." He said back, scratching the back of his head. "You?"

"A few hours before you." I said. He nodded and then brushed past me and into washroom. I let out a slow delibirate breath and then walkec back into my room, closing the door behind me. Edward was already sitting on the edge of my bed tying his shoes.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"Church. I'm sorry, I have to go." He stood up and walked towards me. I grabbed a hold of his shirt and pulled his head towards mine so I could kiss him. His lips barely grazed mine before he pulled away. "I'll be here to pick you up tomorrow morning." He turned around and started out the door. I could hear the shower running in the bathroom.

"Bye." I whispered.

"Bye, Love."

I dropped down onto my bed when I heard the door closed. I didn't bother to stand up and watch him walk down the driveway. I must have fallen back to sleep, because when I opened my eyes again, the sun was higher into the sky. I stood up and wiped my eyes. I moaned, but stood up and got dressed. After brushing my hair and teeth, I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. I was hungry and when I looked at the clock above the television, it was after one. I heated myself up some left overs from the fridge and sat there staring at it for a while. When I finally started to eat, it was cold. I didn't even bother putting it in the microwave again. I just ate it cold. When I was finished, I dropped my plate into the sink and walked into the living room. My father was already sitting on the couch watching a baseball game. really didn't feel like going back up to my room, so I sat beside him, my legs crossed, and absently stared at the television for an hour. My Dad didn't even talk to me. His only acknowledgement was a nod as I sat down.

A few hours later, as I was putting a load into the washing machine, I felt a little dizzy. I had to sit down on the hamper and breathe for a few minutes. I closed my eyes until the sickness passed. The sound of the washing machine banging in an uneven load pulled me out of my daze. I stood up, opened the lid of the washing machine and fixed the load.

I went to bed early that night, after barely eating anything for dinner. I lay there staring at the roof for over an hour before I pulled my mp3 player out of my drawer and let the sounds of trumpets put me asleep.

As I walked into the kitchen the next day, fully dressed and scared about what I was doing, my father stood up and put on his jacket.

"Sleep good?" He asked.

"Okay, I guess."

"Have a good day at school."


After he left, I managed to swallow an banana, and then I waited for Edward to come. I got impatient after half an hour, starting to tap my fingers on the table as I watched the clock. Finally, at 9 30, I heard his car pull into the driveway. I waited until he knocked on the door before I stood up and invited him in.

"Did you have a nice day yesterday?" He asked me.

"I got a lot of work done."

"That's good." He smiled, before pulling me close and kissing me. I curled my fingers into his hair so he wouldn't pull me away. Apparently that wasn't on his mind, because his arms circled around my waist. My other hand moved to his cheek. When we pulled apart, I was almost gasping for breath.

"Is that supposed to make up for you being late." I asked. He nodded.

"And for me leaving you yesterday."

"And, do you see this..?" The doctor asked half an hour later. I was lying on my back, uncomfortable. Why? Because this doctor had his hands all over me. The second Edward and I walked into the office, we got looks. Glares were more like it. All the people sitting waiting, and the secretary all showed their opinions on their faces. Edward sat me down in an empty seat and then walked up towards the desk. I watched him for only a second before my gaze dropped to my hands. Edward wrapped his arm behind the back of the chair as he sat down. He leaned his torso towards me and took my hand in his.

"It's only going to be about 15 minutes." He whispered. I nodded, leaning my head on his shoulder.

Doctor Green welcomed us warmly. He was young, maybe thirty years old, and had a smile on his face as we entered. I wondered what he was really thinking. He kind of reminded me of a mad scientist, his hair was white and slicked back. He seemed nice enough now.

"Do you see it?" He asked. This was where I turned and focused on the little screen.

"What am I supposed to see?" I asked. The doctor chuckled. I turned to Edward with questioning eyes. He just shrugged. He leaned over me to look.

"Oh." He said.

"Do you see?" I whispered.

"Yes. Are you sure that's what it is?" He asked the doctor, sitting back as he did so.


"Will someone tell me what I'm supposed to see?!" My impatience grew.

"Well," Doctor Green started. "I'm going to have to send you to a dietician after this, as well as give you specific do's and don'ts." I raised my eyebrows. "Because." His smile gre large at this. "You'll be eating for three now."