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The Talk

Summary:
Edward and Carlisle talk about a possible treatment option for the severe migraines that Bella suffers from during her pregnancy. This is a one-shot companion story to "BUMP" in between chapters 4 and 5.


Notes:
As you are all aware, I am not the creater and the genius behind the Twilight Saga. The story and all its characters belong to SM


1. Chapter 1

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I stood outside the bathroom door, waiting for Bella to answer me. We needed to talk. But all I heard was the shower, her breathing and her quickened heart beat. I was about to break open the door when I heard her tiny voice whisper “maybe later”. It broke my heart. Bella didn’t want to talk to me. We’ve been home for a day and a half and I’ve already managed to hurt her, reject her and cause her to hire a body guard to keep watch over me. Stupid Rosalie. I didn’t know what to do anymore. All Bella wanted was to have this “baby” and for me to be excited about it. But how could I be?!?! It was killing her, not that she cared. It was killing her and I was dying in the process. I can’t just sit here and watch Bella, my love, my life, my everything, slowly be drained away. I had to figure something out and quick.

I left the bedroom and ran to Carlisle’s office. I desperately needed some fatherly advice. I didn’t need to knock on the door. As soon as I was approaching, I heard Carlisle’s thoughts. Just come in Edward. We need to talk.

I opened the door and found Carlisle pacing his office. I nervously sat on the couch and watched. His mind was filled with a million different thoughts.

If the ultrasound equipment isn’t strong enough to see what Bella is carrying…there’s always blood work analysis. But Bella hates needles, it’ll just cause her more stress and it probably won’t show anything anyway. And what about her symptoms, quick progression, headaches and there was obvious arousal when she’s touching Edward. And her body. When was the last time she ate? She’s starting to look sickly. I should start an IV…I think Edward’s right, it seems like the fetus is killing her from the inside out. We have to do something…but what can we do? She wants this child, obviously ignoring what it’s doing to her, my poor, beautiful, loving daughter. Putting other’s before herself. Why is she being a martyr? Maybe she doesn’t realize the extent…

“Carlisle, please, one thought at a time. I can’t take it.”I said as my face fell into my hands

“I’m sorry Edward,” Carlisle said as he stopped in front of me to place his hand on my right shoulder. “I’m just at a loss right now. There’s so much to analyze, so many different issues that need addressing.”

It’s true, there were a lot of things to think about but only one thing that needed addressing, getting that thing out of her. Bella had made it very clear to everyone that she was planning on going all the way through with this, no matter what anyone else had planned.

“Carlisle,” I pleaded, “what do I do?”

“Professionally speaking, the best thing would be to get the fetus out of her...”

“She won’t let me”, I interrupted, nearly crying, while still holding my face in my hands. “She sees this thing as a blessing. But it’s killing her. The headaches, the nausea and she’s already looking weaker. She won’t listen to me, Carlisle!”

“Edward,” he said in a soothing tone as he came to sit beside me, “even though we both think removing whatever is inside Bella is for the best, it’s her choice. We have to respect that, as hard as it may be. We can’t do anything against her will. If Bella wants to keep the child, we’ll just have to do what we can to make sure she survives.”

I removed my hands from around my face and leaned back against the back of the couch, staring straight up at the ceiling. Carlisle was right, I would never do anything against Bella’s wishes. I would do anything for her to make her happy. But this…this was different. How could I just sit here and do nothing?

“Edward, I know it’s hard, but I think that I found something that you can do to help Bella during this process.”

“You mean help her during the pregnancy. If she won’t let us get rid of the baby, what else can we do? How can we help her when we don’t know what that thing is that is growing inside her? ”I asked with a little venom seeping through my voice. I hated talking to my father like this, but did he actually expect me to sit there and welcome this monster with open arms?

“Edward, no one expects you to be happy about this. It’s obvious that Bella’s state is having a huge impact on you, but I think if we help her with her symptoms and side effects, it might make the pregnancy a bit easier on her.” Carlisle really did think of Bella as his own daughter. He was always looking out for his children, even if he didn’t agree with the situation.

Carlisle just looked at me and waited for me to say something. I didn’t. Edward, we have to do something, he thought, speaking to me without words, we can’t just let the headaches, fast growth and her raging hormones continue. It’s putting so much extra strain on her, both mentally and physically, and that’s the last thing she needs. She already looks like she hasn’t eaten in weeks. She’s just going to keep getting weaker if we don’t do something. I just looked at him and nodded. I knew he was right. Bella’s state was already torturing me and I didn’t know what would happen to either of us it her side effects to the pregnancy continued, let alone got any worse.

I took a deep breath and agreed to at least listen to Carlisle’s suggestions. “What should we do first?” I asked, defeat filtering into my voice.

“Well, the first thing that we need to do is figure out Bella’s due date, determine how fast she is progressing through this pregnancy. I need to do daily measurements of Bella to see how fast the fetus is growing. From there, we can make a more refined plan.”

I simply nodded. Fear was keeping me from saying anything in response. Images of Bella kept flashing in my mind; her growing stomach as Carlisle tried to take the ultrasound, her crippled body on the floor of the airport, writhing in pain from her headache, and her body laying on the driveway, emptying the contents of her stomach as Rosalie crouched defensively in front of her. Once again, I ended up with my head in my hands, eyes firmly shut and struggling to control my unnecessary breathing.

“Edward,” Carlisle said trepidatiously, “there’s something I want you to try with Bella. I’ve been reading about different naturalistic approaches for dealing with migraines. In case she gets another attack, with I believe she will, I want us to be able to help her as much as possible to get her to relax and reduce the stress on her body.”

I tried to read Carlisle’s mind to see where he was going with this and why he was nervous, but he seemed to be blocking me out. I only got a glimpse of one word: sex.

“Sex?” I questioned with immense shock and anger. I barely even realized that I had stood up and was now facing him. “You want me to have sex with Bella? I can’t Carlisle, not when that’s how we got into this situation in the first place!” I started to pace his office, trying to calm down and collect my thoughts. “And how is that supposed to help with her headaches?”

Carlisle stood up and blocked my pacing. He just looked at me with concern in his eyes and placed both hands on my shoulders.

“Edward, do you really want to see her suffer like that again?” My eyes fell closed and my head lowered towards the floor. A weak “no” spilled from my lips. Again, I knew he was right. I would do anything to take Bella’s pain away.

“I know this will be hard Edward, but I think it’s the best solution right now. We can’t just pump her full of drugs when we don’t know what effect it will have on her or the fetus.” I looked up at him, questioning him with my eyes. I still didn’t understand how sex would cure a migraine.

“I found an article describing a medical study performed at Oklahoma Health Science Centre in which female migraine sufferers tried sex as an alternate to migraine medication. Of those studied, over 60% reported that sex provided some relief from their migraine.”

I was actually shocked at what Carlisle said. I didn’t understand how it would work, but I was seeing where he was going with this. I could help her with her headaches and her hormones, although I still didn’t know if I could actually do it. “Do you think it’s a legitimate study? That it would actually work?”

“Well, medically,” Carlisle started as he made his way back to the couch, “I can see how it could work; the psychological process of an orgasm, taking over the psychological process of the migraine.”

The room went quiet while my brain battled with itself. Medically, it seemed possible for this to work, but was it possible for me to do this. Not even an hour had passed since Bella threw herself at me and I literally pushed her away. The thought of Bella and I together, our bodies connected and rocking against each other, our lips melding against one another as soft moans and whimpers escaped our mouths was exhilarating. I pictured Bella naked in front of me, lust in her eyes, her lips slightly parted, her breath coming out quickly causing her chest and her perfect breasts to heave up and down at a quickened pace. But then I pictured her stomach, swollen and violated by the monster moving inside her. Once again I was torn.

“I don’t know if I can do this Carlisle.” I painfully said as I went to sit beside my father.

“I know son, nothing about this situation is easy. But try to think about Bella. You made a promise to her to love, honor and cherish her in sickness and in health.” Carlisle looked into my eyes with wisdom and understanding. He slowly put his left hand on my right shoulder and gave it a light squeeze before continuing. “I think this just may be one of those times.”