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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.

2. Chapter 2

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As I walked through the tarmac with Edward holding my hand in his right and our carryon’s in his left, everything immediately seared with pain. All of a sudden, every light around me was excruciatingly bright, the world started tilting and wobbling and every sound boomed in my ears. There was so much pressure and pain in my head that I uncontrollably let out a soft cry and fell against the wall, clasping my hands over my face, trying to block out the brightness. Even though it was nighttime, the florescent lights inside burned and hummed with extreme force.

Edward caught me in his arms before I fell to the ground.

“Bella, Bella what’s wrong? What happened?” His voice was panicked and extremely loud. It sounded like he was yelling with his vampire voice.

“My head, it’s pounding” I whimpered in a soft voice that wouldn’t hurt my own ears. “The lights are so bright and everything is too loud. It hurts Edward, everything hurts.”

He quickly picked me up and walked a very fast “human walk” out of the tarmac and set me down in a corner of the terminal. Even with my hands over my eyes, I could tell that we were in the shadows, but everything was still too bright.

I felt his cold hands trace across my forehead to my temples. His touch seemed to weaken the pressure in my head, but the noise, the sound of the planes, the people, it made me nauseous. He removed my hands from my eyes, with a little force, and gently ran his thumbs over my eyelids.

“Bella, look at me. What happened?”

I slowly opened my eyes into tiny slits, just enough so that I could see Edward’s concerned face through my eyelashes.

“I don’t know” I said weakly, closing my eyes again. “All of a sudden, everything hurt. My eyes were burning like I was looking directly into the sun, my ears were ringing like people were yelling into them and everything went dizzy. And I feel like I’m going to be sick.”

Edward pulled me into his arms, burying my face in his neck. It was dark and cold and helped ease the tiniest bit of pressure that kept building behind my eyes. Edward reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone.

“Carlisle,” he whispered “there’s something wrong with Bella. It came out of nowhere and literally knocked her to the ground. Everything is too bright and loud for her. She can’t even hold herself up.”

I couldn’t hear Carlisle’s response with all the other noises ringing in my head, but Edward shut his phone and gently picked me up, keeping my face pressed tightly into his neck. He carried me through the airport, reluctantly putting me down for security and customs checks. As soon as we were through the two check points, I was back in his arms and being rushed out of the airport.

Once we were alone in the parking garage, I could feel Edward start to run. Within seconds, we were at the car. Dropping our carryon’s and our clothing trunks, which he miraculously carried all within his left hand with no one apparently noticing, he opened the passenger door and started to put me down.

As soon as our bodies were separated and my eyes were no longer protected by the cold and dark crook of his neck, a shot of pain went straight to my eyes. I clung myself to Edward tightly, burying my face once again in the comfort zone of his neck.

“Bella?” he asked in a soft voice that was dripping with concern and fear.

“The lights are too bright Edward” I whispered as a tear fell down my cheek and onto his shoulder. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck as I started to cry harder. I was so confused and scared. I didn’t know what was happening.

All of a sudden I was being balanced on Edward’s knee as I heard the latch of one of the trunks being snapped open. Edward was still cradling me tightly in his right arm as his left hand was searching for something amongst the pile of clothes.

I heard the thunderous slam as the lid of the clothing trunk fell closed. I flinched at the sound, although I knew logically it would not have made that much noise.

Edward stood back up and pressed something soft against my eyes as he once again tried to lower me into the passenger seat of the car. I still hung onto him tight, not wanting to let go.

“It’s ok Bella, just keep the shirt over your eyes. It should block out the light.” He was being so careful and loving that it almost made me forget the fight that we had on the plane.

He gently released my arms as he sat me down, buckled my seat belt, placed a soft kiss on my forehead and gently shut the door.

I felt the car shake as, I assume, he threw the clothing trunks and our carryons in the back. Before I heard the hatch close, he was in the driver’s seat starting the car.

My right hand clung tightly onto the shirt that I was holding against my eyes, as my left hand held desperately onto Edwards. I was sitting sideways, facing him and had buried my face into the car seat while we sped home.

Edward’s cell phone buzzed beside him and his removed his hand from mine and answered it before the first vibration ended.

“Carlisle” he whispered intensely into the phone. I didn’t hear what Carlisle asked him but I was sure I understood the question. “No,” Edward answered, “there’s no change. Even with her eyes closed, her face buried in the car seat and one of my t-shirts covering her eyes, she still flinches from the headlights of passing cars.”

I didn’t think that Edward had noticed.

There was a pause as Carlisle said something to Edward. “Just make sure all the lights are off at the house. We’ll be there in 10 minutes” Edward requested and then shut his phone.

He put the phone back on the consol that separated us and ran a soft, cold finger along my right cheek, wiping away a stray tear I didn’t know existed. “It will be ok love, we’re almost home.”

We drove the rest of the way in silence, Edward’s right and my left hand desperately holding onto each other.

By the time we pulled up to the house, I was able to open my eyes into tiny slits. It still burned, but it was manageable. My stomach, however, felt like it had been punched, kicked and rolled over numerous times. I was afraid to move in case I would be sick.

Edward ran to my side of the car, unbuckled my seat belt and gently snaked his arms around me to remove me from the car. As soon as I was outside in the fresh air, my head stopped spinning.

“Edward, put me down for a second. I want to see if I can walk.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice soft and tender. I just nodded my head.

Edward slowly placed me on my feet, but kept his right arm tight around my waist. I slowly began to walk towards the house until I heard the front door crash open. The sound stopped me in my tracks and made me buckle at the knees.

I barely saw Rosalie blur out the door and crash into Edward. I felt her arms wrap around my waist as she spun me quickly away from Edward and into her left side. She was holding me tightly as Edward went flying backward into the trees.

All of this happened within a matter of three seconds, too fast for my head or stomach to process. I immediately fell to my knees beside Rosalie and emptied the content of my stomach onto the driveway.

I slowly opened my tear filled, blurry eyes to try and comprehend what just happened. What I saw literally sent a shiver down my spine, and I would have fallen to the ground if I wasn’t there already. There in front of me were Rosalie and Edward, both crouched in “attack mode”, growling and snarling at each other.

My heart raced in my chest as the fear of what was before me sent another wave of nausea crashing down on me. My body convulsed forward again, expelling the little remains of my already emptied stomach. My head was spinning and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to stay conscious for much longer. The last thing I heard was an earth shattering growl.

“Stay away from her!”