Sequel to Bloody Hurt... yup that should be good enough to draw people in. DISCLAIMER: NOT MINE!!!! okay, so the words and plot line are mine, but the characters and the books, twilight and new moon, belong to Stephenie Meyer.
tehehe reade and find out =)
1. One Month Later
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It has been a month since I had found out I was pregnant, only eight more to go. Just breathe, Bella. Oh who was I kidding, eight more months of torture. Of dry heaving, mood swings, blood cravings, and cramps.
Edward had a little trouble digesting the news at first. He went through the usual shock, disbelief, and then came the questions. Carlisle, Edward, and myself sat down in Carlisle’s office to discuss this, and once that was all clear, Edward got excited.
My stomach wasn’t very big right now. Just a small pooch of baby at the very bottom near my pelvis that could very easily be covered, but I always felt like it showed.
I dropped out of school and Edward, being Edward, dropped out with me.
I had moved in with him, and the rest of my family… well John, Ali, and Minnie got the house in Clallam Bay. Though they came to the Cullen mansion like everyday.
Logan was gone, and that was a very good thing. We new the baby wasn’t Logan’s, because a) he couldn’t have children. Satan made him for his own personal purposes and he wasn’t physically able, he never was. And b) It didn’t feel like Logan’s. It felt like Edward’s. I knew it was Edwards. Carlisle had confirmed it. I don’t know how. But he did.
It was Edward’s… and mine.
“Edward… could you get me some goat?”
He groaned and rolled of his couch glaring at me.
“Please?” I was begging. Damn these cravings.
He sighed, and ran down into the kitchen and to the refrigerator. Because of my constant obsessions Esme had taken to keeping a constant supply of blood in the fridge.
I heard Emmett enter the kitchen when Edward opened the fridge door.
“Bellla?” Emmett asked already knowing the answer.
“Yes!” Edward groaned and a loud thuck could be heard as his head hit the granite countertop.
“Man, you are SSSOOO whipped,” Emmett chuckled.
“She is driving me crazy!!! I want this! I want that! I don’t like her when she is pregnant! She’s too moody, and whiny, and… hungry!”
He didn’t like me. He thought I was whiny. He didn’t like doing things for me. That hurt. Red tears dripped down my face. Damn these mood swings.
I heard him coming up the stairs, and tried futilely to wipe at the tears, but the stupid things wouldn’t stop pouring down my face.
The door opened, and I heard him rush to my side.
“Sweetheart what is wrong?” He asked as he set the glass on the table next to the bed.
“Please tell me”
“You…*sob*… think I’m…*sob*… whiny, and…*sob*… you...*sob*…don’t…*sob*…like…*sob*…MMMEEEEEE!!!” WHY COULDN’T I STOP CRYING!
“Oh no baby, I was just annoyed, I’m sorry I didn’t mean it, I love you,” he said stroking my face and hair, and trying to calm me.
“Really?” It came out as a squeak, and my eyes grew wide.
He smiled. “Of course”
Wiping away my tears with his thumb, he handed me the glass, and I drank it quickly. Man did that hit the spot.
“Lets go outside!” I announced when I was done.
Grabbing his hand we ran outside to the backyard and over to the river. Lying down on the bank. This was happy this was good. The wedding was in three months, and our love was stronger than ever. Even though we had to go threw at least 4-5 of those fights a day, it was worth it. We loved each other no matter what.
“I love you,” I whispered
“I love you… forever,” He answered
“Forever is not enough”
“Then I will love you forever and a day”