Bella and Edward had a beautiful wedding and very passionate honeymoon. Now, it seems, they are paying for all their happiness. Bella is pregnant with Edwards child but he doesn't want it. This is Bella's POV of her pregnancy. We know what Jacob saw but what did we miss behind Bella and Edward's closed door? Rated adult for later chapters.
Hello all you wonderful readers. As the summery says, this is the pregnancy from BPOV. Some of it is sad, some is a little kinky, but mostly, it's revealing. I usually don't post unless I have the entire story mapped out but this time, I'm posting as I write. Hopefully you like it. Also, please review and help with ideas. Finally, I do not own the Saga or it's characters, those honours belong to SM.
10. Chapter 10
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Before I realized what was happening, I was once again in Edward’s arms, my stomach continuing to twist and turn as we were running back through the forest. I could tell that Edward was talking to me, but I didn’t register a single word he said. I was trying with every strength I had not to be sick on him as I closed my eyes tight and pressed into his cold body.
I was covered in sweat, which seemingly came out of nowhere. My face was flush and Edward was trying desperately to cool me down. He was wiping strands of hair from my forehead, his right hand pressed against the back on my neck and he was gently kissing my cheeks.
Once we reached the car, he slid me in and was in the driver side with the vents blowing cold air all over me before I had my head resting on the seat. He pulled me into his side, surrounding me with his cold embrace and sped off down the road towards home.
I was oblivious to everything around me, trying frantically to suppress my lunch that was rising in my throat. I knew that if I let my mind focus on anything else, my body would take over and rid itself of what was making me ill. I clung desperately to Edward’s right side, completely surrounding him with both my arms, hugging him into my body like a life preserver. His right hand was anxiously rubbing up and down my spine, helping to cool me down, but sending unwanted flutters through my body.
The movement in my stomach was getting worse with every passing second. I could feel the sickness moving up my body, through my lower to upper stomach, up through my chest and momentarily halting at my throat. I pressed my face into Edward’s side, closing my eyes tight and breathing through my nose. I had to keep whatever was rising in me, at least in me.
In the back of my mind, I could hear Edward talking to me, trying to sooth me, but I was only able to pick up pieces of “Bella” and “home soon” and “shouldn’t have come”. Although his was trying to sooth me, I just wanted him to drive faster. The sooner I was out of the car, the sooner I could rid myself of this suffering.
We weren’t even on the road for three minutes before the unthinkable happened. While in the middle of a deep breath and my brain chanting we’re almost there, we’re almost there, a pain shot through my stomach with a buckling force that had me jolting against Edward’s body and forcing me to hold a pained breath in my lungs. Tears were streaming down my cheek while Edward was one again mumbling in a panicked voice that my mind couldn’t register. I felt another kick from inside, sending another jolt of unimaginable pain through my torso. I wasn’t able to breath, wasn’t able to speak or barely even move. The kicks from our nudger were violent and each one pushed a new wave of nausea closer and closer to the surface.
It was coming and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
With panicked desperation, I frantically waved my right hand over towards the passenger door, eventually smacking it on my side window over and over again, silently telling Edward to pull over. Before the car was even stopped on the side of the road, I had unwrapped myself from Edward, had opened the passenger door and was expelling my stomach on the gravel road beneath me.
Edward quickly unbuckled the seatbelt and removed it from around me while I was catching my breath seconds before round two, or technically three, started. I could feel his right arm snaking under my breasts, holding me securely while his left hand was holding my hair back as the expelling continued.
I stayed there, weak in Edward’s arms for another three rounds before I felt completely empty and safe to re-enter the car. The baby was still kicking, still causing me to wince in pain, but there was no more nausea being pushed forward. I leaned back into Edward’s chest, hyperventilating slightly, trying to catch my breath and wishing I had a glass of water or a piece of gum. My mouth tasted horrible, and I swear that I tasted blood. Edward just held me in his arms, holding my back tight against his chest while wiping away the stray hairs that were sticking to my sweaty forehead.
Once I was breathing normally again and my skin was no longer clammy, Edward secured me in my seat and took off towards home. We had to pull over to the side of the road two more time before we pulled into the driveway and the kicking inside me finally stopped. On the last roadside pullover, the baby kicked so hard that I could still feel the ache against my left ribs every time I breathed.
When we pulled up to the house, Carlisle was waiting for us with his black medical bag and Rosalie was hovering close behind him. I don’t know how they knew that I needed help as I didn’t remember Edward talking on his cell phone, but I was glad to see them prepared. Edward didn’t get out of the car, instead, Carlisle and Rosalie came running to us, opening my passenger door vigorously and starting their examination. Carlisle immediately placed a cold cloth over my forehead and handed me a glass of water.
Reaching for the glass eagerly, I completely forgot about the pain in my ribs until the shooting pain engulfed my left side, sending me crippling back into the seat and making me drop the glass of water. Of course Carlisle caught it before it got very far, but he didn’t give it back to me.
“Bella, tell me what happened,” Carlisle begged in his doctor voice, but still managed to fill it with love and concern.
“I was lying with Edward and I just got really sick out of the blue”, I whimpered while holding onto the left side of my ribs and griping Edward’s right hand tightly in my left.
“What’s wrong with your sides?” Carlisle continued, staring at my hand clutching my sides. He looked at me questioningly, asking permission to examine. I nodded my head and removed my hand. Carlisle tenderly raised his in return and softly tried to feel my ribs. As soon as he pressed, I could feel lots of pressure, but minimal pain. He really was an excellent and gentle doctor.
“I don’t know,” I finally answered his question as he continued to lightly poke my side, “but it hurts to move and even breath.” Carlisle removed his hand from my side and leaned back out of the car, returning to his crouched position beside my door. “Well, nothing feels broken, but I want to get you into my office for a closer look. Edward?”
Carlisle peeked across me to Edward, asking if he could bring me up to his office.
“I got her!” Rosalie yelled before Edward could even get out of the car. She rushed to my side, almost pushing Carlisle out of the way before she knelt down beside me. She reached in the car, unbuckled my seatbelt and gently slid her hands under my knees and back. I didn’t even feel movement as Rose picked me up and slid me out of the car. “I shouldn’t have let you go with him alone. I just knew it,” Rose whispered to me as she slowly walked up the stairs to the house. There was pain in her voice as she looked me in the eyes. She felt guilty for letting me go, as if she had failed at a task that was asked of her.
I didn’t say anything as I looked back at Edward, still sitting in the car, alone.
“Rose, just wait a minute?” I wasn’t ready yet. I didn’t have Edward with me. I was not going into the house, into Carlisle’s office and under a medical examination without him with me. As much as I know that he was hurting right now, I didn’t have a choice. There was no option when it came to how much I needed him. I would sit here, being held in Rosalie’s arms, until Edward was ready to join me by my side.
Carlisle came up beside Rose and I, and gently put his hand on my shoulder. “Go on inside Bella, he just needs a minute. A lot has happened this afternoon, just give him time.” I swallowed back tears as I began to protest while still staring at the Volvo. I couldn’t see Edward from where he was sitting and where I was standing, but I knew without a doubt that he had his head down and his face held that now familiar look of torture.
Rosalie didn’t even wait for me to respond, she was already to the door and half way into the house. “So what did he do, try and poison the baby out of you?” she asked as she crossed the living room and started up the stairs. Although I was glad that Rosalie was walking at human speed, my stomach couldn’t handle the vampire speed right now, I just wanted out of her arms and into Edward’s. I knew that she was going to blame this on him. To her, everything to do with me was Edward’s fault, even the fact that I was part of their life in the first place. He was the reason that a human knew their secret, he was the reason that I was over for my birthday, causing them to have to leave Forks, he was the reason why I wasn’t changed and the Volturi were keeping an eye on the family and he was the reason for everything that was ‘wrong’ with me now.
It’s true that if it weren’t for Edward’s decisions, I would not be in this current situation, but in all honesty, there is nowhere else that I would rather be. I loved him and thanked whatever God was out there for bringing us together. He was my angel, my life. I wouldn’t change my life with him for my wildest dreams. He was my wildest dream.
My mind was brought back to the present as we walked through Carlisle’s office and Rosalie sat me down on his couch. “How are you feeling? Are you going to throw up again?” Rose asked, with surprising concern filtering her voice again. I just shook my head. I’m sure that anything coming out of my mouth would unleash ‘sarcastic Rose’ again. “Ok,” Rose said, bending down and putting Carlisle’s empty garbage can beside me, “well here’s a bucket just in case.”
Rose and I were silent after that. I was starting to get worried, wondering what was taking Carlisle so long. I figured that he was outside, talking to Edward, trying to calm him with fatherly advice, but he was taking longer than I expected. Just as I was about to ask Rosalie to go and check, the door smoothly slid open and Carlisle entered the room. I waited with baited breath as Edward slowly followed his father in, head down, shoulders slumped in misery. It wasn’t until Edward came towards me that I was able to painfully let out the shaky breath that I was holding. He slowly made his way to the couch I was sitting on, but instead of sitting with me and holding me like I was longing for him to, he sat on the floor in front of me, knees bent up, arms crossed over his knees with face buried in his arms.
My hands automatically went out to Edward, softly rubbing his left shoulder with my right hand. I wanted to run my hand through his silky hair, comfort him, relax him, pull him up on the couch and hold each other. Unfortunately, the pain that was still pulsing against my left side restricted my mobility.
“Bella,” Carlisle stated, breaking me out of my longing for Edward, “I’m going to need you to lie on the couch so that I can fully examine the extent of your injuries”.
I began to shimmy down the couch and tried to lift my legs from over the side, but as soon as I began to move, Rosalie once again came to help. She slowly picked me up and turned me sideways on the couch, gently resting my head on the pillow beside the left armrest. Even though the movement was gentle and slow, it still moved my body in ways that caused me to wince in discomfort and groan in pain.
As soon as I was in a laying position on the couch, I was able to see Edward easier. He was still sitting in the same position on the floor, he hadn’t moved an inch. I shifted slightly on the couch, unthinkably causing another wince and whimper. As soon as the sound escaped my mouth, Edward shuttered on the floor. I automatically reached out to him and gently thread my fingers into his hair; a technique I often used to calm Edward, but today seemed to have no effect. Rosalie seated herself on the armrest beside my head as Carlisle began.
“Ok Bella,” Carlisle said as he approached my side and kneeled down beside me, “let’s get a closer look at what is causing you so much pain.”
I didn’t remove my hand from Edward hair as Carlisle gently pushed up the side of my shirt. I knew that by holding onto Edward, with my left arm by my side, I was in Carlisle’s way of examining my left ribs, but I didn’t care. I was starting to panic about what happened at the meadow and the pain in my side, and as much as I wasn’t calming Edward, touching him was calming me.
“Holy shit Bella,” Rosalie barked from behind me, “what the hell happened?” Again, Edward shuttered on the floor as I shot Rosalie a warning look. I knew I didn’t look pretty, I knew that I was covered with bruises and welts, but she didn’t need to remind Edward of that.
Without saying a word, I looked back to Carlisle and nodded my head for him to continue. Once again, his touch was gentle and didn’t hurt too much. After a couple of soft prods, his fingers started to press into me with more pressure.
“Bella, I need to press a little harder to see if anything is broken.” I just nodded as he carefully poked my side, causing me to flinch away from him, which resulted in more pain in my side. He caringly placed his entire hand flat against my ribs, sending a cooling relief to the pulsing pain. “Sorry,” he mouthed as he removed his hand and pulled my shirt back to cover my side.
“Well nothing seems broken,” Carlisle said in a relieved tone, “but you have definitely bruised a couple of your ribs.”
At that moment, I really wished that Edward wasn’t in the room. His father’s words rang through his body, sinking him deeper and deeper into the hole he created for himself on the floor. He said nothing as he inhaled and exhaled a shaky breath and lowered his head even further into his arms.
“Bella?” Carlisle asked softly as he rolled his chair from behind his desk to sit beside me, “can you tell me exactly what happened today?”
I took a deep breath and ran my fingers through Edward’s hair once more with more pressure. “Edward and I were sitting on the ground talking, I ate half a sandwich, we lied down on our sides and I all of a sudden got sick.” I felt Edward’s body shudder under my gentle touch. I steeled myself to continue. “Edward ran me back to the car and started driving home. I was trying to hold back the nausea but as soon as the baby started kicking, I couldn’t hold it back any longer.”
“Well, Bella,” Carlisle started as he got up out of his chair and made his way to the closet in the far corner of the office, “I’m not 100% sure, but I’m fairly certain that this is just the beginning of your morning sickness. When was the last time you ate?” Carlisle asked with a suspicious glance. Thinking back, I realized that the measly half sandwich was the first thing that I ate since we were on the plane. I removed my eyes from Carlisle and looked down at the couch. “The plane” was all I said. How have I not eaten in 4, almost 5 days?
I timidly looked up to see Carlisle shaking his head and pulling out a clear bag of liquid from a shelf in his closet.
“Well, seeing how food clearly isn’t getting or staying in your system,” Carlisle started as he made his way back to me holding a clear bag of liquid, a hose, medical tape and a dreaded needle, “I think we’re going to need to start an IV”.
I stared at him with fear and pain in my eyes. I did not do well with needles. Broken bones, yes, sprained joints, sure, but pointy medal objects stuck in my arm, that I was not ok with. Edward could feel her hand freeze and tense in his hair. Without looking up from his arms, he reaches his right arm that is already across him body and over his legs up to his shoulder. Edward’s whimpered plea almost went unheard, as he begged “please Bella” to the floor. I removed my hand from Edward’s hair and desperately entwined the fingers of his right hand with my left.
Carlisle was back at my side and was already wiping the alcoholic swab over the inside of my forearm. I closed my eyes tight and gripped Edward’s hand even harder as Carlisle slid the smooth silver needle into her left arm. I was trying not to be such a wimp, but I couldn’t help the small cry that came out of my mouth as Carlisle started attaching everything to the metal needle. Edward simply rubbed small circles on the back of my hand as the IV bag was placed on its hook behind me.
“And now we wait,” Carlisle said as he patted me on the shoulder and left me lying on the couch, with an IV in my arm, bruised ribs, morning sickness, Rosalie hovering over me and Edward crumbled on the floor. It was the first time that I had ever truly been scared in the Cullen house.