I woke up feeling way too hot and pinned to the bed. I panicked slightly, but I shifted, looking down and saw my sleeping son curled up next to me, practically on top of me and trying to get back inside me. Sliding my arms around him, I scratched his scalp. He sighed contentedly, snuggling closer. I closed my eyes, allowing a few tears to trail down my cheeks. I’d had an amazing day yesterday, but it all fell apart, starting with the panic attack because I’d tried to be intimate with Edward and ending with that letter from my son’s sperm donor.
I could feel every part of my body aching from the tension in my muscles. My head was throbbing from the stress and my heart was shattered. Why was Jacob doing this?
Well, I knew why he was probably doing this. It was for the money. He realized that I’d made something of myself, and I was finally comfortable, no longer scraping the bottom of the barrel. He wanted a piece of that pie.
He’d get that money over my rotting, decomposing corpse. Or when hell froze over.
He had no right to that money, nor does he have a right to my son. His parental rights were revoked. That bullshit about a son belonging to his father was exactly that … bullshit.
I kissed my son’s forehead and wriggled out of his vice-like grip. I had to pee, and I needed to get something to drink, possibly something to eat. I had some major cotton mouth going on and my stomach was snarling angrily. I hadn’t eaten anything since this morning. When I sat up, I noticed I was in my old room at Rose and Emmett’s home. I pulled up a blanket, covering up Seth’s lanky body. With another kiss to his cheek, I ducked out of the room and dragged my sore body up the stairs to the kitchen.
The lights were on, and I saw Rose sitting at the island, spinning a mug. I walked into the kitchen. Rose gave me a smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “You gave us a fright, Bella.”
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled.
“Do not apologize,” she said, arching a perfect brow. “We were just worried about you. Jasper said you had a panic attack this morning and then you passed out after hearing about Jacob and his crap.”
“Did Jasper say why I had a panic attack?” I asked. Not that he’d known. I just said I freaked out, but not why. Jasper didn’t need to know that I had a mental break down because Edward saw me topless and touched my breasts.
“No, but he could tell it really bothered you,” Rose murmured. “Do you want some tea?”
“If you don’t mind,” I said.
“How about food? Jasper said you picked at breakfast, and you haven’t eaten since you’ve landed,” Rose said.
“Something light,” I shrugged. “If you have a bagel or something …”
“You’re getting too skinny again,” Rose chided. “We have leftover Chinese food, or I could make us omelets. Ooooh, how about French toast?”
“French toast sounds good,” I replied.
Rose nodded and we worked to make our midnight breakfast. She made the French toast while I focused on the bacon and leftover eggs. She plated the French toast, and we carried our plates to the casual dining table. “Sometimes, comfort food is needed. You can’t get more comfortable than French toast. This was the first meal I’d learned how to make. My grandmother taught me,” she explained. “Enjoy, Bells.”
I cut into my food, and I moaned at how delicious it was. “So good, Rose. Thank you for this.”
“Anything for you, Bells,” Rose smiled, reaching over to take my hand. “I know that you didn’t talk to Jasper about what happened, but can you talk to me?”
I squeezed her fingers. As we ate our meal, I told her about what we’d done and how it felt. Then, I described my nightmare and how what we’d done triggered it. “Rose, what I feel for Edward terrifies me. I feel safe with him. My stomach has flutters … and …”
“Bella, I want you to answer this question honestly,” Rose breathed. “Other than Jacob, have you been with any other man?”
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