: - IMPORTANT NOTE - :

I DID NOT steal ideas from Breaking Dawn/Stephenie Meyer. I started and completed this ( AND the sequel, Never Too Late ) far before Breaking Dawn was even released. These ideas were purely mine. I did not believe, at the time of writing this, that any of the events in this fanfiction were possible.

: - INPORTANT NOTE - :

Title: My Miracle, My Angel
Rating: PG-13
Genres: Romance/Drama
Pairings: Edward/Bella
Summary: My name is Bella Swan, and I'm pregnant. My fiancé is overprotective, and won't even let me walk up the stairs alone. So what could possibly go wrong? Mood swings, cravings and name games, to name a few. Oh, and did I mention someone's trying to kill me?

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight

My Miracle, My Angel — Chapter One

August 8th, 2007 — 7:30 AM - (Edward POV)

I rubbed her back slowly and softly as she leaned her cheek against my chest. She was breathing in gasps, and her small body was shaking. I could barley stand to see her in this kind of pain, but I knew there was nothing I could do for her.

And it frustrated me.

"Bella, sweetheart, I want you to see Carlisle today," I whispered quietly, still rubbing small circles on her back; she simply shook her head.

"It's just the flu."

I winced as she said this, but tried not to let my emotions show as I filled a small bathroom cup with water and handed it to her; she took it with shaking hands and sipped a few times until she was confident that the remainders of her breakfast would stay down. Seconds later, she handed me the empty cup.

"I would feel better if you saw a doctor—it doesn't have to be Carlisle, anyone will do."

I was desperate now.

"I'm fine."

"You don't look fine," I argued, sighing and rolling my eyes at the yellow tile walls.

Stubborn Bella.

"I said I'll be fi—" As she spoke, she stiffened in my arms, then bolted toward the toilet again. I followed her, and as soon as she had finished ridding herself of her pancakes and bacon, she leaned back against me again.

"I will physically haul you to a doctor if you don't volunteer," I said, and she knew I would.

So, instead of protesting, she sighed.

"Give me two days."

I glared at her, though I wasn't mad; I was concerned and worried. "One day."

"A day and a half."

I rolled my eyes.

"All right. But if you're still feeling like this by ... " I quickly checked my watch and calculated the time in my head, " ... tomorrow afternoon, I'm taking you to see Carlisle whether you like it or not, all right?"

"Mmm hmm."

I kissed her on the forehead, and, after helping her into clean pajamas, I picked her up in my arms and carried her back to her room. For once, she didn't protest at being carried like she usually did, and that alone made me worry more. But as I was about to walk to the other side of the room to situate myself in the rocking chair for another long day, she grabbed onto my shirt and whispered so quietly I almost didn't hear.

"Stay with me."

I simple smiled and moved to lay beside her. She pressed her body against mine, and I willingly wrapped my arms around her, holding her close to me.

" ... love you, Edward."

I didn't know whether she was talking in her sleep, or whispering me a final message before she fell into a deep slumber, but I really didn't care.

I kissed her forehead once more.

"Love you, too, Bella."

August 8th, 2007 — 9:30 PM - (Bella POV)

The pink line glared at me.

I glared right back.

And I was sure that Alice had started to rub off on me—in a bad way—when I briefly considered the fact that the pink line clashed with the yellow floor tile more important than the meaning of said pink line.

I sighed and threw the plastic horror across the room, burying my head in my hands as I tried desperately to hold the tears back. There was no way ... no way this could be possible. There was no other explanation; the test had to be wrong.

But ...

... if there was no other explanation, then why was I worrying so much? Maybe ... maybe I should just get a second opinion.

I sighed and stood to my feet before walking out of the bathroom; I only had a few minutes before Charlie went to sleep, a few minutes before Edward was back.

But before I reached the door, I ran back quickly and grabbed the object I'd thrown against the wall.

For memories, you know.

10:03 PM

"You smell different."

I quickly held my hands up in defeat.

"I haven't seen Jacob in weeks, and I swear I took a shower."

Edward just laughed as he climbed into bed beside me and wrapped his arms around me, like he did every single night. I smiled and let my eyes flutter closed as I breathed in his scent; it was the most intoxicating, beautiful thing ever.

"I wasn't saying you smelled bad," Edward whispered in my ear, his hands playing lightly with my chocolate brown hair. "I just said different."

The feel of his cool breath on my face almost made me lose my train of thought. I quickly managed a full sentence, afraid that I wouldn't be able to speak in a few short seconds.

"And there's a difference?"

He smiled my favorite, crooked smile.

"Definitely."

We both laughed softly, and as I reached over to turn off my light, Edward kissed my neck, letting his cold, large hands fall to my waist.

"You seem to be feeling a lot better tonight," he commented, smiling into my skin as I curled against him under the blankets. I just nodded, gave a deep yawn, and let my eyes fall closed. He seemed to get the point and began humming my lullaby softly, his breath tickling my ear.

It was about three in the morning when I woke up and he wasn't there.

August 9th, 3:22 AM - (Edward POV)

"Bella smells funny."

It sounded like an extremely stupid thing for even me to say, so as I wrinkled up my nose and stared at the man I'd come to love as a father over the past ninety odd years, I winced.

"Funny... how?" Carlisle asked, twisting a pen between his fingers as his mind worked a million miles an hour. He seemed serious, which was a good thing; at least he was paying attention. Emmet had just started howling with laughter when I told him that my fiancée 'smelled funny'. But hey! In my defense, the only time Bella had smelled like anyone but Bella had been when the stupid hospital had given her those transfusions. Of course it worried me a little.

I sighed and shrugged at Carlisle's question.

"I don't know, exactly. Just... different. The same, but it's like it's been intensified, or changed the tiniest bit, something a normal person wouldn't notice."

I was beginning to get really frustrated; I couldn't put into words what was wrong, because I didn't know. I was worried because Bella was so sick, and I was anxious and, as Bella so delicately put it when I'd first met her, I was crabby because I hadn't hunted in so long.

"She's been sick, right?" Carlisle asked, finally snapping me from my thoughts. When I lifted my dark eyes to meet his, he was thoughtful, as if he had an idea he wasn't quite ready to share with me.

"She says it's the flu."

"But you think otherwise?"

"Well... yeah. But she refuses to see a doctor, so there's not much I can do, is there?" I asked, sighing and falling back in the chair I was sitting in.

Carlisle shook his head; he was amused. I wasn't.

"Edward, have you and Bella, for lack of a better way to put it, had sex yet?"

If Vampire's could blush, I'd probably look a lot like a tomato right now.

Thank God they couldn't.

I ran a hand through my hair, letting my gaze fall anywhere but on the man in front of me. I mumbled a quick reply under my breath, just loud enough for Carlisle to hear, but not loud enough for my nosy siblings, who were, by the way, hiding behind the wall, listening to everything we said.

When I finally let myself meet Carlisle's gaze again, he was so deep in thought I don't think he would have noticed if Emmet had driven his Jeep through the wall.

"Edward?" he asked distractedly.

"Yeah?"

"Bring Bella by later, all right?"

I nodded, a small smile making its way to my pale lips. "Even if I have to haul her over against her will."

Carlisle smiled.

"Good."

7:00 AM (Bella's POV)

I knew that, in a few short minutes, I would know whether the pink, plastic horror had been right. I didn't really want to know, though. I wanted a few more days of peace before my whole world fell down.

But I didn't have a choice.

We were already out of the house and running when I laid my cheek against Edward's chest, seeking the cool touch against my warm skin. My head was spinning again, but I didn't feel like I needed to let him in on the information that I would have fainted already if he hadn't been carrying me.

The world flew past me as Edward ran faster than he ever has before; he was in such a hurry to hear the life-changing news that I was sure Carlisle was going to give me.

Edward had no idea how much his life was about to change.

"Bella, sweetheart, we're here," he whispered, his quiet voice breaking through my thoughts. I nodded, making a move to get out of his arms, but he wouldn't let me go.

"You'll faint if I let you down," he said, a smug smile on his lips.

"Humph."

I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to save some shred of dignity as we met Carlisle at the door. His smile immediately faded and he motioned us inside where Edward gently deposited me on the couch.

"It's the flu," I insisted, hoping to stop what I was sure he'd say.

Carlisle shook his head. "No, it's not, Bella."

"Is it serious?" Edward asked, concerned now, as he watched the impassive face of his adoptive father.

"Serious? Yes, more so than you can imagine."

Edward stiffened beside me, and I could tell it was taking all his self control—and then some—not to start yelling. Instead, he said calmly, "What is it?"

"I've worked in a hospital for a long time, so I'm positive I'm right." Carlisle paused and took a deep breath.

"What. Is. It?" Edward asked, stressing each word as his cold hand gripped mine tightly.

"Bella, you're pregnant."

I tried not to, I really did. After all, I already knew that I was pregnant; I'd found out that much last night when I'd taken that stupid, home pregnancy test. However, as I passed out, the last thing I was was Edward's surprised—and betrayed—gaze.

I'd never had more tormented dreams.

Weeeeell, there's chapter one. Whatcha think? This is my first multi-chapter story. (On fanfiction, at least!) Otherwise, I've written two novels. I find writing someone else's characters is much, much harder, however.

NOTE: I'm sure people are wondering why Edward feels "betrayed" right now. Well, as I will explain in the next chapter (and I'm sure everyone can guess) Vampires can't have babies (Usually ... ).

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