Now, I know this isn't the story most of you asked for, but it's actually one of my favorites, and I've changed up the plot quite a bit, so I do think you'll enjoy :)

This story will be filled with angst as there will be cheating, some may think it impossible, but I do promise a happy ending — it's fan fiction people, and honestly, people DO change. I will not accept nasty comments, nor will I accept comments telling me to change my story in anyway, so if you are going to leave such comments, do not bother to read. I want to know what you think, but I do not want just downright rudeness.

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CHAPTER 1

BPOV

"Can I help you?" A brown haired girl, who was working the information desk, asked.

"Yes, I'm looking for, um … Dr. Cullen?"

Why does it feel like everyone is staring at me?

"Okay," the girl replied with a smile. "Which one?"

"Oh. Um, Edward?"

Now everyone is staring at me. What the hell?

"Is he expecting you?" she suddenly snapped at me.

Well that was weird.

"No, but—"

"Well, I'm sorry," she interrupted. "He's not available. He's with patients."

"Okay," I replied, with a very polite smile. "Do you think maybe you could let him know Bella Swan is here to see him, and let him decide if he'd like to see me, or not?"

"I'm sorry, ma'am—"

What the hell is this bitch's problem?

"Listen," I interrupted. "How do you know I'm not someone he wants to see? Do you think he won't be mad if he finds out you wouldn't even call and ask him?"

"Fine," she huffed picking up the phone.

"Yes, Dr. Cullen this is Nicole from the front desk … are you expecting any guests this evening?"

I glared at the bitch. And didn't she just say he was with patients?

"Okay," she replied with a smirk. "Oh, um … an Ella—"

"Bella!" I corrected.

"Sorry, Bella Swan … uh, yeah? Okay?"

She hung up the phone.

"His office is on the third floor," she said pointing to the elevator. "When you come off the elevator go to your left, take the first hall to your right past the nurses' station. Last door on the left."

I take it he remembered me.

"Thank you," I replied with a smirk turning for the elevator.

~OOO~

My head was a broken record playing repeatedly, all I could hear was 'you can do this' over and over and over again.

I was scared fucking shitless.

Is this really how … where, I want to ruin this poor man's life?

No, but it has to be done. So stop being a baby and knock on that damn door.

I exhaled a shaky breath and slowly brought my hand up.

I knocked two quick knocks.

"It is you," he breathed opening the door. "Come in."

I walked past him entering his office then turned to look at him.

"I hope this isn't a bad time?" I asked nervously.

"No," he replied shaking his head. "I was actually just finishing up some charts before heading out for the night."

"Oh, well, I won't, um … keep you?"

How do you tell a man you've only ever met once in your life you're going to have his baby?

"Please," Edward said gesturing to the chair in front of his desk. "Have a seat."

I sat in the chair, waiting until he was seated as well, before speaking. "I uh … wow …" — I took in a deep breath — "… I'm pregnant."

He leaned forward, resting on his elbows. "I'm sorry, what was that?"

I may have mumbled that last part.

I looked up and found his green eyes staring back at me. "I'm pregnant?" It definitely came out as a question. I was shaking uncontrollably as I sat there looking him straight in the eye.

He sat back in his chair, exhaling a breath of air. "And you think—"

"I don't think," I interrupted. "I know."

"It's mine?"

"Yes," I choked out.

He didn't say anything for the longest time; he just sat there starring at me. I felt like I should say something, anything, but I honestly didn't know what to say to him. I didn't know what to say to myself to make it all make sense, let alone anyone else.

"How do you know you're pregnant?" he finally asked. "Have you been to a doctor yet?"

"No. I took a home test … well, three actually. They all said the same thing."

"And you're sure it's mine?"

"Um, yeah?"

"Why?"

"Because I'd be six months pregnant right now. Do I look six months pregnant to you?"

"No."

"It's yours. If you want paternity, then we'll get paternity, whatever."

"Oh, I want paternity. ASAP. My sister-in-law is an OB-GYN; I'll make you an appointment."

I nodded my head and he looked at his watch before picking up his phone. I sat there picking at my cuticles, not once looking to see if he was looking at me.

"Rosalie," Edward finally spoke. "Yeah. Look, I need a favor … yeah, how'd you guess …? Right … whatever … let me ask … Bella?"

I looked up, but he didn't give me a chance to reply.

"Anywhere you need to be?"

"Um, no?"

He nodded his head once then went back to his phone call. "Yeah, we'll be right up."

He hung up the phone then turned his attention back to me.

"She'll see ya right now.

I nodded my head then stood up, Edward followed. He locked his office then we headed towards the elevator.

EPOV

When Nicole called and told me Bella was here to see me I was beyond elated. I've done nothing but think of that girl since our night together.

Fuck, she's been the star of all my jack off fantasies.

But now that she's standing here telling me she's fucking pregnant, and that it might be mine, I find myself wishing she'd just go back to where ever it is she came from.

This bitch is nuts if she thinks she's pinning this fucking kid on me.

I used a condom. I always use a fucking condom.

Yes, I know condom's aren't one hundred percent effective, but fuck, isn't the bitch on birth control?

Rosalie was standing at the front desk when we walked in. I knew I was never going to live this one down, and I'm fairly positive my phone will be blowing up tonight. No doubt everyone will be calling.

Rose gestured for us to meet her at the door straight ahead. I led Bella towards the door, my hand resting on the small of her back, her skin felt as though it was on fire even through the shirt she was wearing. And I found myself wondering if she was sick.

What the fuck? Are you sick?

"Good evening," Rosalie greeted opening the door.

"Good evening," Bella replied.

"Thanks for doing this tonight, Rose."

"Not a problem," she said with a smirk, once Bella had walked through the door.

We followed her into her office where she closed the door behind us.

"Please, have a seat," she said walking behind her desk.

We all took our seats and Rose decided not to beat around the bush.

"So … Bella, right?"

"Yes," Bella replied politely.

It then dawned on me that I hadn't actually introduced them.

"I'm sorry, Bella, this is my sister-in-law Rosalie … Rosalie, this is Bella, my, um …"

Fuck!

Rose glared at me for a moment then turned her attention to Bella. "Tell me why you think you're pregnant, Bella?"

"Well, um, because I took three home pregnancy tests and they were all positive?"

Rose chuckled, saying, "Yeah, I guess that would be a good indication … okay, so how far along do you think you are?"

"Nine weeks," she replied without even an ounce of hesitation.

"Okay," Rose sighed, sitting back in her chair a bit she turned her attention to me. "Edward, I assume you called because you want paternity?"

Damn and straight.

"Yeah."

Rose looked back to Bella. "Bella, do you have an OB-GYN you're using, or are planning to use?"

"Um, no, I don't have a doctor yet. I'm new to the area, so …"

"Okay, well I'd be more than happy to see you through this … or if you'd like I can give you a few names of some really good doctors …"

"Oh, well … I don't … I don't actually have any insurance, so …"

My eyes snapped to Bella, as I'm sure Rosalie's snapped to me. Bella was fixated on the hem of her shirt, her hands nervously working over the cotton fabric.

"Okay," Rose said quickly.

I turned my attention back to her and she went on.

"How 'bout we not worry about that right now?"

Bella nodded her head in agreement but didn't say anything so Rosalie continued.

"You said you were about nine weeks?"

"Yes."

"Okay … Edward is requesting a paternity test. There is actually a test I can do today that will give us results in about two weeks, and it's just as accurate as a paternity test done after the baby is born."

"Okay?" Bella responded looking to me.

I don't know why, but I felt this overwhelming urge to comfort her. "There may be some slight discomfort during the test, and a day or so after, but there's little chance of harm to the fetus."

She nodded her head and turned back to Rose, who was looking at me curiously.

Luckily, she was quick to snap out of it.

"It's called Chirionic Cillus Sampling … I would insert a thin needle through the vagina and then through the cervix to obtain a tissue sample from the uterine wall. The whole procedure would take less than thirty minutes."

"O-okay," she stuttered nervously.

Rosalie looked to me for a moment then back to Bella before standing.

"Okay. Then let's get you into a exam room and gown…"

I watched as Bella hesitantly stood from her chair, her teeth chewing the shit out of her bottom lip.

I'm not a complete douche, I get that she's nervous. But is she nervous because of the test or because she knows that baby isn't mine and she's about to be busted for the gold digger she is.

She walked slowly towards the door then stopped all together when she reached it.

"Something wrong?" I asked when she turned to me with anxious eyes.

"I … will you come with me?"

Excuse me?

My eyes jumped to Rose's for a brief moment before falling back on Bella. "Um, okay?

I slowly stood from my seat and walked to Bella's side. When I chanced a glance at Rose she was wearing that curious expression again.

We went to the right when we exited Rose's office and followed her down the hall. She stopped once we reached the nurses' station and reached into a cupboard.

"Bella," she said holding out a plastic bag with a urine cup in it. "I should probably get a urine sample first."

Bella nodded her head taking the cup.

"The bathroom is right over there."

Bella walked in the direction Rose was pointing and stepped into the bathroom.

"You're brother has really got to stop running his mouth," Rose spoke through her laughter. "I swear he fucking jinx's your ass every time!"

"Fuck," I groaned pulling my hand through my hair. "You ain't lying."

"Honestly though," she says standing up straight, trying desperately to hold in her laugh.

She failed miserably.

"How long you been having sex? 16, wasn't it?"

I just glared at her.

"Hmm, 14 years without a single pregnancy scare, not bad."

"It'd been nice to go a lifetime without one … fuck," I groaned again. "I don't even want kids. Ever."

"How did this happen, Edward?" Rose finally asked. "You've always been sooo careful."

"Fuck if I know!" I spat.

Yes, I'm angry, but I'm not angry at Rosalie. I'm angry at the whole damn situation.

"We used a condom, Rose. I NEVER hit anything without a raincoat!"

"Never really think you're going to be a part of that one percent, do ya?"

The door to the bathroom opened and out walked Bella, carrying her pee.

Rose took the sample, did a quick pregnancy test, and then asked us to follow her to the exam room that would ultimately determine my future.

**A/N**

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