Regardless
of the fallout currently happening with Edward and me, I would have kept him or
her and raised them. I would have loved that child more than anything in the
world. My hand wrapped around my stomach, as I was apt to do these days, and
stared outside at the snow that was falling softly in the early night.
My mother
was hovering close by in the kitchen, drinking a tea while talking to her
husband about arrangements for Charlie’s funeral, which was going to be held in
two days. The hospital had called her when I was unconscious because she was
listed as my emergency contact, following my dad of course.
I hadn’t
been pleased when I saw her walk into my hospital room two days after my father
had passed. She barked out orders to the nurses and insisted on seeing my
doctor immediately, before she even came close to me to offer any sort of
consolation. In fact, she skipped completely over the fact that I had been
pregnant and acted like I was just sick or depressed because of my father’s
passing. Even as I glanced into the kitchen and saw her smiling as she spoke to
Marcus, I loathed her for acting like coming to Forks was a pain in the ass for
her and my pregnancy was a blemish to her perfect little life.
“Isabella,
would you like any dinner?” Renee called out from the kitchen as I heard her
going through the cupboards. “There’s not much here, but I could probably get
together some soup, or we could call out to that little Chinese place in town
you always liked.” Renee finished by coming into the room and stroking my hair
softly, which caused me to cringe.
“They
closed down China Star two months after you left Dad.”
“Oh… well
that was a shame. I always enjoyed their food,” she said simply. “I can always
run down to the grocery store I suppose. It’s still open this late, right?”
“I’m not
hungry.”
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