Only Exception || C. Cullen ✓

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"Hey, Dar," Christina greeted, leaning her head back on the tree.

"You. Me. Double date. Tomorrow," he started, ignoring a greeting back. His spirit made Christina's lips twitch into a smile, before it immediately turned to a frown.

"No, can do," she sighed, making him groan over the phone. "Not this week."

"Where's Carlisle? Put your man on the phone, so I can get someone else on my side."

"Sorry, Dar. I just haven't been feeling well lately. I don't think I should be going many places," the young mother explained.

"Are you okay?" Darien's joking manner halted as he got concerned for his best friend. In the year and a half that he's known the girl, she's never been terribly sick.

"I think so?" A humorless laugh came out of her mouth. "I don't know, I mean. I'm not dying—" She hoped. "I've just been sick. Haven't been able to hold anything down the past couple of days."

Darien hummed over the phone. "Any other symptoms?"

"Not much else. I'm running warmer than usual, but it's not a flu. And I'm tired."

"I don't know, baby girl," Darien paused. "Sounds to me like you could be pregnant."

Christina chuckled at his guess. She assumed from a human's perspective it would appear that she was. "That's not possible," she laughed.

"You are married," Darien pointed out. "I'm sure you and doc have been having a lot of fun as of late—"

"Yeah, but I can't—" She paused, unable to tell him the reason why she couldn't be pregnant. It was impossible.

"You can, and you did. Once before," Darien laughed. "Listen, just take a test— and let me be the god father when I'm right."

"You're not going to be right," she laughed.

"Wanna make it a bet?"

"Goodbye, Darien," Christina laughed. "I'll talk to you later."

"Goodbye, future mother of two."

She hangs up the phone with a laugh and an eye roll. If there was one thing she could count on from Darien it was to make her laugh. She slipped the phone back into her pocket before running towards the house. She jumped on to her and Carlisle's balcony, slipping through unseen. She tore off her bloody shirt before throwing it into the sink. She let the water run on it, the blood from earlier draining from the shirt.

She grabbed onto a different shirt before pausing in the mirror. Darien's words kept running through her head, even though she knew that it was impossible. Vampires can't get pregnant— if there was a way, Rosalie would have already found it.

So, then why did Christina's stomach look bloated?

She shook her head. She had to be seeing things. The lack of blood was playing tricks on her, making her see things that weren't really there. It's only a trick of the mind... and hands?

She ran her hand down her stomach, feeling nothing but smooth skin; but it was indeed bloated. How had she not noticed this before? How didn't anyone else? Someone would have said something if Christina wasn't making all of this up in her head. They would have pointed it out if they saw her stomach get bigger.