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ALL HUMAN. What if Edward Cullen isn't the good guy all the time? Bella is Pregnant and Edward refuses to accept it.

Just a little story I wrote. Hope you all like it.

25. Chapter 25

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Bella POV

My wrist was killing me. I could barely move it or my fingers. My feet hurt too from these awful heels, but I think it was my heart that was in the most pain. I had seen Jake drink before, but not like this. He tried telling me that the drink he had was just strong, but I didn't buy it. But the thing that hurt the most was that he hurt me just as bad, if not worse, than Edward had. Edward broke my heart, but Jake might have broken my wrist. Two very different things, yes, but they both hurt just as bad. Maybe when I'm calm I'll have Carlisle look at it.

"Bella," I heard Edward call from behind me. I stopped walking and waited. "Bella, are you alright?"

"Yes," I said.

"How's the wrist?"

I held it out for him to look at. I was surprised as to how gentle he was with me; always looking to make sure it was okay before he touched me. I wasn't as hesitant as I was before.

"How does it look," I asked him.

"Well, I'm not doctor, but it looks bad. Can you move it?"


"Lets go have Carlisle look at it," Edward said.

"Can it wait? Please? I don't want to go back just yet."

"Sure. Do you want to be alone or can I come with you?"

"You can come, but I'm not sure where I'm going, exactly."

"Then let me get my car. It looks like it could rain at any minute."

"Alright," I said.

I waited as Edward ran back for the Volvo. The touch of him lingered on my skin, as did the pain from Jake's grip. It occurred to me that the rolls had reversed: Jake was no longer the angle on my shoulder and Edward was no longer holding he pitchfork on my other. All I could think was how much i hated Jake right now. Charlie would kill himself if he knew what Jake did. He hated it when he was called to a domestic.

"Never let a man put his hands on you, Bella," Charlie would always say to me.

By the time Edward had pulled up, the rain was just starting to lightly fall. Edward got out and opened my door for me. Sitting on top of the dash board was a cloth napkin with ice in it.

"Put that on your wrist until Carlisle can look at it," Edward said and he started driving.

The weight of the ice hurt, but the coolness helped. I had no idea where I wanted to go, and Edward seemed content to just drive in silence. Finally, he pulled into the city park, a place we took the twins often. Masen liked the swings, Maddy the sand.

"Tell me the truth. Are you okay," Edward asked.

"No. I knew all of this would be difficult, but I didn't think it would be this difficult. On the one hand, I hate him for hurting me, for being that drunk and for calling me a tease. Am I?"

"A tease? No, I don't think so."

"And yet, I love him. I know I said I didn't, but I do."

"Of course you love him. But I think you're finally seeing what drove Jake away from Forks in the first place," Edward said.

He was right. Jake had told me about his past, and like an idiot, I believed that he couldn't possibly be as bad as he once was. When Jake was 18, he had gotten in an argument with one of his classmates and ended up pushing him down the stairs, breaking the guy's shoulder. After Jake's community service was over, Billy sent him to live with his sister in Hawaii to straighten out since he wasn't listening to Billy. He was there two years before coming back to take care of Billy. And then there was the drinking. Ever since he started working as a fire fighter, he'd go out for a beer or two with the guys after his shift. I didn't mind it, but on the nights that he had a few too many, he'd call and I'd drive him home. But what scared me most about Jake and his drinking, was the fact that he knew his way around cars. I was afraid that if he needed a ride home and couldn't get a hold of me, that he'd hot wire one and drive himself. He told me several times that hot wiring wasn't that difficult, but the thought of a very drunk Jacob behind the wheel was my biggest fear for him.

"You're right," I said with a yawn.

"Do you want me to drive you home," Edward asked.

"No. I'd rather stay out for a while."


Since the rain had stopped, I decided to get out. Edward followed, of course, to make sure I didn't fall and hurt myself further in these shoes. I crossed the field and sat on a swing. Edward stood in front of me, his eyes blazing with...love? No, I think the pain from my wrist is making me delirious.

"I see where Masen gets his love of swings," Edward said with a smile.

"Doesn't every kid like to swing?"

"Maddy doesn't."

"Right, she'd rather eat the sand."

"And the dirt, and anything in the dirt. Our daughter is quite the character when she wants to be," Edward said with a chuckle while sitting in the swing next to me.

"Yes. And Masen's the spitting image of you, but is more like Emmett."

"What can I say, we Cullen men are fearless in our own ways."

"How are you fearless?"

"I'm fearless when it comes to you and the kids," he said quietly.

I knew he meant it. I knew he would never do anything intentionally to hurt us. I knew he didn't mean it when he pushed Jake and Maddy through the window. I also knew that what I felt for him was getting stronger by the moment. With him, I didn't feel like I had to be, do, or say anything. I could just sit and be quiet and it made him happy. I think it was the little things with Edward that I cherished so: watching a movie, going for a walk and playing with our kids. These things made me happy, but it was doubled when Edward was around. With Jake, it felt like I had to be perfect all the time. I was turning into Jake's trophy wife now. I knew I was lucky to have two men who loved me, but when it came down to it, I really only loved one of them. And I had loved that one the longest, the hardest and the deepest.

I loved Edward.

"Bella, can I say something? I know it's probably what you don't want to hear, and I know I promised to not rush you into your decision, but I'm so very sorry for ever hurting you. I know I've said it before, but I truly mean it. You, Maddy and Masen are the three most important things to me. I think I've grown during these past few months. I know that my actions directly affect the twins and I know that they affect you as well. I'm not going to let my temper get the best of me. I want nothing but the best for you and I don't think Jake can make you happy like I can. You know me, better than I do myself and I know you better than yourself. Jake thinks he knows you like that, but does he really? Does he know that on Saturday nights you like to sit up and read; that your favorite time of year is the fall because you like to watch the leaves change; does he know that you like a drizzle of chocolate on your raspberry sorbet? Does he?"

I didn't know what to say. Edward was right. Jake didn't know every detail about me like Edward did and I realized that I held back quite a bit of myself around him. But with Edward, I didn't have to. I could put out every flaw for him to see and he accept them, unconditionally. What the hell was I doing? Why was I forcing myself to do that, not just to Jake, but to me? Why did it seem okay to hold myself back? Why was I okay with settling for that?

I stood from the swing and rubbed my arms, as I was getting cold in the night air. Edward stood too, shrugged out of his jacket and placed it over my shoulders. I turned to look at him. When my eyes met his, I saw myself. Not the old Bella, or the current Bella, but the Bella I would become in time. I saw myself with Edward standing at that alter; I saw the future children that I would bear; I saw myself as a complete woman, standing next the the man that made me feel beautiful, even at my worst; sexy when I wore my old sweat pants; loved in his arms.

"Bella," Edward said softly.

"Kiss me, Edward," I said. "Kiss me and mean it."

He didn't hesitate. His soft lips were touching mine; his strong hands were on both sides of my face; and his body was against mine. It felt right. I felt right. Every inch of me was screaming for more of him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and wove my fingers in his hair. I knew I had made the right decision. Every thought I had of Jake fell away and was replaced with Edward.