Being the Cullens adopted human daughter isn't easy. Nor is being a nurse, which I have worked very hard to achieve. I've thought about becoming a vampire. Having the powers sounds fun, not so much the drinking blood part. The Cullens house stands tall and proud among the towering evergreens of Forks. Its glass walls reflect the perpetual gray of the Washington sky. Inside our family is gathered on a rare afternoon when everyone's schedules align. I sit at the grand piano on its cushioned bench. My fingers glide across the cool, ivory keys. Ive been holding a secret close to my heart, though I'm sure everyone knows by the second heart beating inside of me. Esme hums to herself as she arranges a new bouquet of flowers in a crystal vase. She turns to me with a warm, concerned look in her eyes.
"Darling, you've been quieter than usual. Are you feeling alright?" I lift my gaze to meet hers, my hands pausing stopping the music. "I'm alright, just tired." My excuse is as thin as the mist outside. I move a strand of hair behind my ear, whilst very aware of my hands subconsciously lingering toward my abdomen. A habit I've developed over the past weeks. My stomach has grown ever so slightly over the past two months, as has my appetite. Something I'm sure others have taken note of. Edward stares at me, his jaw tightening. Rosalie stills, and Emmett is obviously humming, unaware of the growing tension in the room. "You've been tired for a month," Rosalie speaks flatly, turning from her spot by the window to face me. Her golden eyes flick toward my midsection. "You're never this tired, y/n. You're twenty-seven and have been working as an intern nurse for a while now. You're used to being tired, pushing through illnesses... You've been taking it easy. Being more cautious with what you eat and how much you work." Silence envelops the room. "Since no-one else wats to say it, you're pregnant. About six weeks give or take. We all hear a second heartbeat in your body. Who's the father?"
"...Charlie Swan."
The mans name hangs in the air like smoke. Esmes hands freeze mid fliral arrangement, a stray rose petal falling to the floor. Rosalies eyes widen, Emmets humming stops, and Edward completely stills. "You've been seeing the police chief?... Bellas father?" His voice is careful as he tries to sound as neutral as possible, and not toally freaked out. "You didn't think to mention this anytime soon... Preferably before he impregnanted you."
My hair falls across my forehead once more, and I tuck it back behind my ear. "It's not exactly dinner conversation." I mutter, but they all hear it. Rosalie snorts, arms crossed. "That's one way to put it."
My jaw tightens and I rub the fabric of my (f/c) cotton cardigan. Along with my cardigan I wear gray sweatpants and striped grippy socks.
"It's really not that big of a deal. I'm an adult." I attempt to keep my voice steadier the gnawing feeling in my stomach. Rosalies gaze is skeptical. I sit up straighter than I tend to, copying Carlisles good posture. Rosalie steps closer to me now, to get a better look I assume. "You may be an adult, but you're human. Charlies also human. You work at the same hospital as Carlisle, coincidentally the same one Charlie often visits. People will talk."
"Let them talk. I have nothing to hide. I'm pregnant and Charlie is the father. He's aware if this by the way."
Edward tilts his head, studying me with an unerving intensity. "That's not what's bothering you, though." He can't read my mind, but he has known me for twenty six years. He watched me grown from a scrawny, feverish baby into a well fed woman. I was abandoned as a baby at FCH (Forks Community Hospital.) Carlisle was kind to take me in and generous to actually raise and care for me more than providing money. The Cullens, my family know me well. They know my tells, especially Edward.
I press my hand flatly against my stomach. Esme steps away from her flowers to take my hands in hers, helping me up and continuing to hold my hands as I stand before her. "You don't have to tell us." She starts. "But you don't have to carry it alone, either."
The rain falls heavy outside, tapping on the glass. "If you all must insist on knowing... I plan on moving in with Charlie. We've been talking about it, and I think it would be the best course of action given the baby."
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Part one, please lmk if you enjoyed! Or if you have any shortfic ideas. I can't promise I'll write for them all but I'll do my best! I ❤️ to write. I've been doing so more often and I'm def enjoying myself reminiscing the old days I'd write fanfic (6th-8th grade.)
