When Edward left in New Moon, Bella finds out she's pregnant. But carrying a vampire's baby isn't going to be easy! What will she do? Will she survive? Will she ever see Edward again? SM Pregnancy
3. Chapter 3
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I barely kept track of where I was going. I only watched the road I was on, but mainly to make sure I wouldn’t crash. I was on a highway, and a sudden pain hit me in the stomach. I pulled over as quickly as I could, and threw up over the side of the truck. After I was done, I pulled out a tissue from the glove compartment, and wiped my mouth. I started to drive again, and I felt a fluttering in my abdomen.
“It’s okay, baby. You’re okay...We’re okay,” I whispered as I patted my stomach.
It was starting to get dark outside, and I was extremely tired. I pulled over at an extremely cheap looking motel, but, seeing as I was on a budget, I made do.
I didn’t sleep well. I was constantly having to throw up in the toilet. I was sure I kept the people in the room next to me awake, as well.
It was early morning and I set off again after I had a quick bite to eat for breakfast.
While in a short traffic jam, I rested my hand on my abdomen, but something felt different. I looked down, and I noticed, my stomach looked even more swollen.
After driving for hours on end, only pulling over for gas, food, and frequent throwing up, I found myself in Seattle.
I was getting extremely tired again, so I pulled off at the nearest exit and parked the truck. I leaned over and lied down, using my jumper as a pillow, and fell asleep.
The next morning I decided to stay in Seattle for a little while longer, mainly because I didn’t know where I was going to find a vampire. Or if they would even help me. I knew my best bet was to find Carlisle. I mean, if I found him, he would have to help, wouldn’t he? This was his grandchild!
I drove to the nearest stationary store and bought some paper and a few pens. I then found an internet café, and went on the computer.
I didn’t think they would move outside of the U.S. this quick, so I typed in “Cloudy places in the U.S.A.”
The internet was really slow, and it took forever for the results to come up.
“Well, that’s just great.” I mumbled. I scrolled down the page to see if there were any other places.
Portland. Juneau. Seattle.
Seattle? Would they move this close? Just to make sure, I created 3 lists of all the hospitals in Portland, Juneau and Seattle.
I turned off the computer and made my way back to the truck, but before I could make it, another pain hit me in the stomach. I ran as fast as I could to the grass that was just behind the building, where I hoped no one would see me.
“The first few months are the worst,” I heard someone mutter from above me. I was still crouched over. I quickly wiped my mouth with my hand, and stood up.
A woman, maybe 30, was looking at me with a sheepish smile on her face.
“Huh?” I asked, a little dizzy.
“The pregnancy. The first few months are the worst.” She gestured towards my belly.
“It’s that obvious?” I asked. She nodded.
“How far along are you?” she asked politely.
“Umm....” I stuttered. 19 days. “3....and a half,” It sounded like a question.
“Want some gum?” she asked.
I smiled. She was trying to help me. “Does it help?”
“It did with me.”
“Umm...Okay, that would be great...Thanks.” She opened her handbag and took out some gum, handing it to me. She suddenly looked at her watch.
“I’ve got to go. Good luck.”
“Thanks.” I smiled at her, and she left.
I turned and headed back to my truck, popping the gum in my mouth along the way.
I drove to the nearest phone box, and began calling random hospitals in hope of some luck.
I started with the Seattle hospitals first. I started dialling the first number when I felt my little nudger moving around inside of me.
“We’ll find him...We’ll find him...” I said, although it sounded like I was trying to reassure myself.
Over the next few days, I slept in my truck by night, and phoned hospitals by day. And everyday, my stomach got bigger. But every time my stomach got bigger, the kicks became more hard and painful. Unfortunately, every hospital said they didn’t have any doctors by the name Carlisle Cullen.
I was in my truck trying to fall asleep. I was listening to the CD that he made me for my birthday. Although I knew he didn’t love me anymore, I still liked to believe, when I was listening to the music, that he still did.
I pondered over one question every night, which often kept me awake, although not for very long, as I was usually exhausted by the end of the day even though all I had been doing was phoning.
Why hadn’t Alice seen this happening? And even if she didn’t, why isn’t she seeing me now, and coming to help me?
Tomorrow, I would finish my list of phone numbers, and if I had no luck, I would be stuck. Maybe I could just go home to Charlie? Tell him everything, and, if worst comes to worst and I don’t survive this, he could look after my baby. Maybe I would use that as my last resort.
I woke up the next morning, and finished my list of numbers with no luck. I looked down at my stomach and rubbed it. I looked more like I was 4 months pregnant now.
“I’m sorry...I'm so sorry...” I sobbed, mainly because I didn’t know what else to do.
Thanks to my endless phoning, I was now becoming low on funds.
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