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Thankful

Summary:
Third part of to my stories "Alone" and "Together". **ADULT CONTENT** All Human. Bella and Edward have moved up to Seattle with the kids to start their lives... find out what happens.


Notes:


7. Chapter 7

Rating 5/5   Word Count 1823   Review this Chapter

BPOV

Today was the day that Edward would be coming over to get his clothes. We had made arrangements for all of us to be gone by 11 so he could come at noon. I was petrified and exhausted, as Masen has been sleeping with me. He says its so he could protect me if Edward had tried to break in during the night. It broke my heart to think that he thought he had to protect me. I was also falling into a new routine: just before I went to bed each night, I'd walk the house to make sure all the doors and windows were locked twice. I never worried about that before now. But I couldn't take the chance that he'd show up. I wouldn't put it past him either. He wasn't very happy when we left the courthouse. But I had to protect my children at all costs...even if that means breaking his heart.

Yesterday I had gone into work to speak to a few fellow lawyers. Everyone stared at me, since my bruising was still noticeable. One major stressor was the notion of loosing my job because of everything. However, after speaking to the partners, I was assured that my position was secure and that I didn't have anything to worry about. They even let me work from home.

EPOV

At exactly noon, I unlocked the house and headed upstairs to our room. I had work in the morning and at the very least, I needed clean scrubs. When I walked into our room, I was instantly hit with her scent and flashes of what happened that night danced in front of my eyes. I missed this place. This was our private get away, where we shared the most intimate wants, needs and desires with each other. This is where we made love endlessly and conceived our children. Yes, this was my favorite place in the house. I found a bag and started filling it with scrubs, and other pieces of clothes. It wasn't until after I had returned from the closet that I noticed our wedding picture that usually hung over our bed was missing. She had taken it down along with all of the other pictures she kept here of the two of us.

I visited each room in the house: Maddy and Masen's room where they had toys and books scattered all over the place. I knew Bella was probably in too much pain to yell at them to clean it up, so I did that. In Charlotte's room, I noticed her doll house was a mess, so I straightened that as well; and in the nursery, I placed a few packages of diapers and wipes in their usual spot. I had hoped that this would get me back on her good side. I hoped this showed her that I really wasn't as bad as she thought I was. Down in the kitchen the remains of breakfast were still on the stove, table and in the sink. Again, trying to get on her good side, I ran the dishwasher before I left. All throughout the house I could hear the sounds of my family and could see various memories. I remembered being in the living room with the twins trying to convince Charlotte to walk; the back yard where Masen and I would play; Bella's study, where she would bring home work to do after the kids were asleep. I remembered everything. It killed me not to be here. I wondered what milestones I had missed since I was gone. I know it had only been a few days, but with Jack being so young, I knew he was doing something new everyday.

When I reached Emmett's house, I hung my clothes in my tiny closet and cleaned. It was the least I could do. I had just put the vacuum away when there was a knock at the door.

"Can I help you," I said.

"I'm looking for Dr. Edward Cullen," the sheriff said.

"That's me."

"Well then, consider yourself served," he said as he handed me some papers and walked away.

I closed the door, sat on the sofa and looked at the papers he handed me: "PETITION FOR LEGAL SEPARATION."

EMPOV

Driving back to the house after Masen's game I watched as Rose drifted off to sleep. I knew her pregnancy was wearing on her. She told me last night that she didn't want to work a lot while pregnant; that she wanted to enjoy these few months. It didn't matter to me, we could afford her not working period. I noticed as we pulled into the drive that Edward's car was back. I prayed that he was in a decent mood, for Roses' sake. I don't think she could handle being pregnant and Edward in a bad mood at the same time. And to be quite honest, I wasn't in the mood, either.

"Rose, we're home," I softly said in her ear.

"Five more minutes," She mumbled.

"Babe, we're home. Come on, I'll make us some dinner."

"Pancakes," she said.

"Fine, I'll make you pancakes, but you have to get out of the car."

Rose mumbled something under her breath as she got out. When we reached the front door, it was unlocked. It didn't surprise me, seeing as how Edward was home.

"I want bananas on my pancakes," Rose said, still half asleep.

"Sure. Whatever you want, babe."

Inside we found Edward slumped over, apparently sleeping on the couch.

"Ed, you want some pancakes," I asked from the kitchen a few minutes later.

He didn't answer. I plopped a few on a plate and handed it to Rose, and went over to Edward.

"Ed," I said again. Still no answer. I shook him. Still no response.

"Edward," I said again shaking him harder. I checked his pulse, it was faint. "Rose, call 911!"

An hour later, the entire family, with the exception of Bella and the kids, were gathered in a waiting room at the local hospital.

"You didn't see any bottles or anything next to him, did you," Esme asked.

"No. Just some mail," I said.

"Anything important," Carlisle asked.

"I didn't see."

"Here," Rose said pulling the document from her purse and handing it to Carlisle. His face dropped.

"What is it," Esme asked.

"It's a Petition for Legal Separation. Bella's filing for divorce."

"About time," Alice said under her breath.

"That's enough," Carlisle said. "I know you all have strong opinions about everything, but whatever happened tonight is clearly a cry for help. He's family and like it or not, he's suffering as well."

"Right," Rose said under her breath.

Just then a doctor walked in.

"Cullen Family?"

"That's us," Carlisle said.

"I'm Dr. Jessica Smith. Has he been complaining of headaches? Has there been an increase of stress in his life recently? Any noticeable mood changes?"

Everyone looked at Carlisle.

"Stress and mood swings, yes. Headaches, I'm not sure of. Why?"

"Well, even though he's young, all of his current symptoms point to a mild stroke that was caused by an underlying problem."

“What are you thinking it could be," Esme asked.

"It could be any number of things. Does he have a family history of any types of cancer, diabetes, anything like that?"

"He's adopted," Carlisle said.

"Do you know anything about his birth family?"

"No."

“Well, what I'd like to do is send him off for a MRI of his head to see what's going on up there."

"Can we see him," I asked.

"Sure. Two at a time. He's actually been asking for Bella. Is she here?"

"No. Bella is his wife, but they're going through a divorce."

"Oh. Well I'll go ahead and order the scan and we'll go from there. He's pretty heavily medicated, so don't be surprised if he seems a bit out of it."

"Thank you," Carlisle said.

CPOV

Esme and I walked with Dr. Smith to Edward's room. The overhead lights were off, with the only light coming from the hallway and the monitors. He looked horrible. His face was pale and his eyes were closed.

"Edward," Esme softly said as she took his hand

He slowly turned his head towards her - a good sign.

"Esme, what are you doing here? You could get sick."

"I came to see you of course," she said sweeping his hair from his eyes. "Are you alright?"

"Did you call Bella?"

"No, son, we didn't."

"You have to! I need her here!"

Edward's pulse started racing and he tried to sit up.

"Edward, stop," I said, placing my hands on his shoulders and pushing him back down onto the bed.

"You need to calm down."

"Carlisle, please. Call her."

"I will, once we know what's going on with you."

Edward took a deep breath. Esme placed her hand on his forehead pushing his hair back. Something she did to calm him.

"Carlisle, I'm sorry," Edward cried. "I'm so sorry... for everything. I just.. I didn't know what I was doing. And now I've gone and ruined everything."

"Shhh. It's alright," Esme said. "We'll figure everything out."

"She'll never forgive me, will she," Edward asked.

“Don't worry about that right now. We just need to get you better," Esme said.

I watched as Edward withdrew into himself. This was so hard to understand; the mood changes, the horrid events - what was happening to my son? What he had done infuriated me to no end, but now, he seemed to have no comprehension of it. We decided to leave him for a while, to collect our thoughts - he wasn't talking anymore anyway.

A few hours later, I went back to check on him. As the door creaked open, he turned, expectantly. When he saw it was me, he returned to his prior state - relentlessly staring at the wall.

"Edward? How are you feeling?" I questioned, cautiously.

"Has anyone called Bella yet?" His tone was dull, flat.

"No, son. We're still waiting for the test results. Given the extent of what's happened between the two of you, we think it's best not to call until we have a straight answer for her," I explained

He remained still, silent.

"Edward?" I began, uncertain of what to say next. It was still so difficult, accepting what had happened, yet having my son here, with something clearly wrong with him.

"I don't want to talk. Leave me... What I've done horrifies me beyond comprehension. The one person I care about, the one person I truly need – I destroyed her - and I have no memory of it. Trust me, everyone has made sure I realize what I've done, even when I can't comprehend it myself. I'm no more than a monster... an enemy to my own wife, to the one person I live for. What am I supposed to do with that? Leave me," Edward said, void of any sense of himself - he'd given up.