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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

So here it is. A brand new story. I just need a little input from you, my fabulous readers and reviewers. While you read this story, think of what I should do to make it better. I mean I have a vague outline, but it is still changeable. I’ve changed the Bella character a bit, but she hasn’t changed in essence. Does that sound cheesy? It probably does.
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15. Chapter 15

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CHapter 15.

Edward and I spent a surprisingly large amount of time together over the next two weeks. We didn't get physical, but he showed his feelings randomly with a peck on the cheek or a squeeze of the hand. I did nothing to induce anything more. I had fallen in at school, back to my regular place. People talked to me. Lauren, strangely enough, smiled at me whenever she saw me in the halls. I didn't really care what she thought of me. If she wanted to be friends that was her own problem.

The only thing that really changed that I knew people were talking about was Edward and I's close proximity. We were barely apart. He wouldn't leave me alone, and I was afraid to admit that I kind of hated it when he was away. I think he knew this too.

On December 20th, it was the last day before Christmas break. The day slid by nicely and when the final bell rang and students poured into the halls, we barely noticed how dark it was. That was until I stepped out into the cold white air. It was snowing. I made a disgusted face, tightened my jacket around myself and stood there waiting.

"Need a ride?" Emmett came up behind me, nudging me with his shoulder. He was wearing a big ski coat with a yellow scarf wrapped around his neck, his arms wrapped tightly around himself.

"Hi. Uhm. No. I think I'm going to catch a ride with Edward."

"Who's gone."

I gave him a wierd look, I knew. "Gone where?"

"No idea. So you want a ride or would you rather walk. In your condition, I don't think..."

"It's okay, Emmett. I'll take the ride." I said with a half smile. His tension eased and he relaxed.

"Good. C'mon." He led me into the parking lot. Alice came up behind me.

"Hi, Bella. Cold eh?" She asked as she kept up.

"Unfortunately." I mused. She just laughed. She skipped ahead and climbed into the back of Emmett's jeep. Emmett held the door open for me to crawl in before he got in himself. The second he turned on the heat, I relaxed. It must be nice to have a vehicle that could warm you to the bone. Emmett shifted into gear and made his way out of the parking lot. I unzipped my coat and rested my hands on the air vents, my legs shaking. Emmett chucked.

"So what are you doing for Christmas?" He asked me.

"Sleeping in." I murmured. He smiled.

"That's always fun."

"Did Edward ask you yet?" Alice said from behind me. I turned to see her leaning in her seat, one arm wrapped around the head rest of my seat.


"Coming to our house for Christmas dinner, duh." She seemed as if this was the one thing in the world that I should be aware of, or have been able to guess on my own.

"No he didn't, but I can't anyway."

"Why not!? I got you a gift and mom was..."

"I have my own Dad to cook for." I turned in my seat.

"Well bring him too." She leaned back in her seat. "Come on, Bella. It's going to be so much fun, we do all this crazy stuff. Christmas is a big thing in our family."

"Uh." Emmett smiled. "Bella, can I come to your house for Christmas?" I laughed with him. I couldn't help it. I held down the memories that usually crashed down on me every Christmas, and smiled with them. Maybe it would be a good thing to forget for a little while. Just this one time. I turned and looked at Alice.

"I'll have to ask."

"Awesome! You're totally gonna be allowed." She leaned forward again. "So do you like pudding?"

Alice asked questions like this, and I tried to answer as best as I could as we drove. When Emmett came to a three-way stop, I pointed left. He lifted his eyebrows skeptically for a moment but turned down the street. With every time I pointed a new direction, his eyes brows furrowed a little bit more. When we pulled up infront of my house, his face was in a full out pout. I looked towards my house. My dad was watching out one of the front windows.

"So this is where you live..." Alice said from behind me, trying to look interested.

"Shut up, Al." Emmett whispered. I breathed and pasted a smile on my face.

"Thanks for the ride." I zipped up my coat and opened my door.

"Anytime." Emmett said. As I was closing the door, I heard Alice yell "I'll call you."
I waved and made my wave up my walk.


It was true. When you were having twins, you got bigger faster. When I woke up the next day and really looked at myself, I almost cried. I had to thank Rosalie for buying me those baby-doll shirts. I don't know where I would be without the flared fabric hiding everything. At home, I wore big tee's and sweaters. My dad didn't even notice me enough to notice anything else going on. Or so I thought. When I came down the stairs later, after having a bath and getting dressed, my father waited for me on the sofa. I almost didn't notice him, walking past to get to the kitchen.

"Isabella." He said. Oh no. When I was a child, he would do the exact same thing. I would turn around and look him in the eyes. We'd stare at eachother and he'd do exactly what he was about to do now.

"Tell me a secret." He said, patting the sofa beside him. I hesitated and he smiled. Some would say this was a good sign, but I knew better. Biting my lip I sat down beside him, leaving an entire cushion between us.

"You've been busy lately, I haven't been able to talk to you for a while." He watched me critically, but I didn't say anything. He turned his head and glared into the black television screen. "A long time perhaps. Years." His voice quivered. He let out a loud breath, his shoulders hunching. "I need you to be truthful with me now, Isabella." He turned and looked at me, his eyes shining. "Tell me a secret." I looked away and then back at him again.

"You know that boy Edward.?" I whispered.

"I know that he called the house after getting our phone number from the school records." .. So that's how he got my number. I nodded.

"Well I've been with him a lot lately." I said.

"So you're seeing eachother?"

"I guess we have to be." I said. He looked like he was going to ask another question but changed it at the last minute.

"Edward... The name is familiar. Have you mentioned him before?"

"Not for years."

"Ah. Okay, and why now?" He turned and looked at me full on.

"Because. Daddy don't be mad at me okay?" I asked, not looking at him. He lifted my chin with his fingers.

"Tell me a secret, Bella." I opened my mouth and closed it.

"I'm three months pregnant." I whispered. His hand dropped from my face and he turned away. "And Edward..."

"Show me." His voice was on the verge of anger. I cleared my throat and lifted my sweater he looked and then turned away, his head in his hands. His voice was muffled when he spoke again. "That looks like more than three months to me."

"Twins." I whispered.

"Twins." His voice echoed, I could barely hear it. I watched him for a few minutes until he came up for air.

"And now." He said between his teeth. "What are you doing now." I swallowed the throb that wanted to escape from my throat.

"You hate me now." I cried. I stood up and ran for the stairs. My dad caught me around the waist half way there, twirling me around to face him. Tears were falling down my face. I dropped, and he went down with me. I curled into his lap as he shoke with tears. I knew he was crying too. I wrapped my arms around his neck and cried into his shoulder. He rubbed my back.

"It's going to be okay." He whispered over and over. "We're going to be okay."