Authors Note: I have recently acquired a 'taste' for 'Bella being pregnant when Edward left stories.' For some reason, the catch my eye. So I decided to write some of my own. Here's the first one. Enjoy and review. Oh, and the first little section will be alike New Moon when he left her, but reworded a little differently.

*Bella's POV*

Edward, my one true love, was standing right in front of me. " Y-Y-You d-don't w-want m-me?" I asked, studdering each word. His face twisted into a pained expression for one second before he caught himself and his face once again became lifeless. " No Bella, I wont put you in danger anymore. I want you to move on and live a normal happy life… without me. Take care of yourself, my love. This will be the last time you ever see me." He kissed my forhead, and then he was suddenly gone. I tried to follow him, but he was already gone. I tripped on something and just laid there, welcoming the darkness that threatened to take me.

When I woke up again, I was in the arms of a tall boy with russet skin and black hair. I realized it was Sam Uley. He carried me until we reached my house. I heard Charlie screaming my name and then I was passed in to his arms. I closed my eyes and blocked out all the noises. Before I knew it I was in my bed, with multiple blankets. I looked over at the clock and groaned, 5 a.m. I didn't know what time I was found, but I felt like I was asleep for a long time. I stretched and was suddenly flooded with memories from the last days events. I curled up in a ball in my bed and cried and sobbed until I couldn't anymore.

*One Month Later*

I walked into the kitchen. Charlie smiled at me and greeted me. " Good morning Bells, did you sleep well?" I attemped to smile for him. He sighed, seeing though my façade. He then got up from the table, bid me goodbye then left for work. We both knew I was a mess, ever since Edw, shudder, he left me. I barely looked in the mirror this morning, not wanting to see the unhealthy reflection looking back at me.

I was suddenly hit with a craving for eggs, so I pulled out the skillet and started to fry them up. The eggs were fully cooked when I took them out, too hungry to care that they were scalding hot. On my third bite, I dropped the fork and spit out the egg, completely revolted by the taste and smell. I barely had time recover when I was suddenly hit with a wave of nausea. I ran to the upstairs bathroom and made it just in time to hurl my breakfast and every meal I had yesterday, into the toilet. Suddenly feeling better, I wiped my mouth and brushed my teeth. I decided not to go to school. I called Charlie at the station and let him know, he told me he would phone to school for me. I felt very tired, so I took a nap. When I woke it was noon.

I sighed and went to log onto the computer. I then felt sick again so I ran into the bathroom, in just enough time. After I was cleaned , I groaned and went downstairs for some Tylenol. The rest of the day was pretty uneventful, Charlie called twice to check on me. Then finally, around 6 o'clock he came home. I wasn't hungry so I made his dinner. The smell of fish didn't exactly go well with my stomach, so I once again found myself running to the bathroom. I finished brushing my teeth and found Charlie standing at the door with a concerned look on his face. " Bella, I will call the school tomorrow morning and excuse you."

I nodded and went to bed, surprisingly tired even though I slept alot today. The next morning I woke up with a growling stomach and a stiff back. I sighed and got out of bed. Charlie had already left for work. I looked through the cabinets to see what appealed to me and found nothing. I went to the refrigerator and found a nice juicy watermelon. Smiling I cut it up and put the contents into a container. I happily sat down and started eating the watermelon. Before I knew it, I had eaten the whole watermelon. Crap. I laughed and went upstairs to clean my room. I was rummaging through my closet when I felt the sick feeling coming back.

I ran to the bathroom and was sick once again. Something wasn't right. That was the fourth time in two days, and I had a feeling there would be more. I started hysteriously crying. When I finnaly pulled myself together, in started running the symptoms through my head. Hm… Throwing up, stiff back, hormones, cravings. Then it clicked. I Bella Swan, was pregnant.