Bella's POV
I woke up by the hurting pain of my stomach. Everything was pitch black. I can't even see my
fingers.
I clutched my tummy, wincing quietly. I int want to wake Edward upside I rolled softly to another
side.
Suddenly, a large sword stabbed into my tummy. I let out a soft cry.
" Bella?" Edward's sleepy voice called. I sniffed.
" Yes?"
" Are you okay?" he yawned.
" Yes." I lied. Then, there is a silent. I thought he was asleep so I sobbed.
" Bella!" he flipped open the night light. I curled into a ball, hugging my stomach tightly.
" What's wrong?" he asked, concern.
" It's hurts, Edward." I cried.
" Oh baby." he pulled me into his arms.
Ignoring his arms, I sat up. Kneeling on the bed, still hugging my tummy. I rested my head on my
lap and cried out.
He panicked. " Where does it hurts?"
" Stomach and backk! " I gasped. He tried rubbing my back but it still cramped.
The bed is too soft!
I rolled to the wood floor, and laid flat on my tummy and groaned loudly.
He kneeled beside me, helpless.
" Get...the warm... Water bottle for... Me. Please." I begged. He jumped up from the floor and ran
out.
Edward's POV
What the hell is the warm water bottle? I paced for some seconds and decided to wake up Rosalie.
I knocked softly on their door and crept in.
I saw a glitter if golden hair sprayed across a light blue pillow and I kneeled beside the bed and
shook her.
" huh?" she moaned.
" Rosalie. It's Edward. I need your help." I shook her gently until she sat up.
" What's wrong Edward? It's... 4 in the morning." she rubbed her eyes.
" Bella. She... Can we go out and talk? Emmett is grossing me out." Emmett snored like really
loud.
She stood up lazily and I had to lift her weight incase she falls.
" What's wrong? Is she hurt?"
" No.. Bella is in her period and she wants some... Hot water bottle?" I fidgeted.
" Oh." she seemed fully awake now.
We went downstairs and I told her to take it while I grab some chocolate for her.
" Let's go." she passed by the fridge where I was standing. We went up stairs, two at the time.
She busted in and we saw Bella, curled into a ball, crying.
We rushed to her. " Edward. Grab me some cloths." Rose ordered and I ran into the bathroom for
some smaller towels and ran back.
She told me to wipe Bella's forehead while she deals with the bottle.
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