I don't own Twilight. Only the amazing Stephenie Meyer does…
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EPOV
"Bella dear, what's wrong? I smell blood," I panicked as I came through my love's window.
"Nothing," she replied too quickly. "I ummm…I cut my finger trying to open a letter from my mom! See, here," she said as she pushed the opened envelope toward me.
"Bella, this letter doesn't look like it has a drop of blood on it," I smelled the letter quickly; "it doesn't have the smell of your blood either."
My angel looked around the room probably trying to decide whether or not to tell me what was wrong and why the damned smell of blood was fresh in the air. My other concern with the whole ordeal was the blood smelt dead.
"Edward, love, please don't get so worked up about this! It's nothing. Okay? Oh my gosh," she moaned as she grabbed her stomach.
"BELLA? What is it? What can I do? Oh no no no no…" I said in vampire speed realizing Bella, my Bella who was in immense pain, wouldn't be able to understand what I said.
"Edward, could you please just go and get me a Midol?"
Well I guess I know what's wrong now.