I was scrutinizing myself in the mirror when my phone rang. Though it was down the hall in my bedroom I picked it up before the first ring ended, checking the number as I did so. It was Edward.
"Hello?"
"Rosalie?" whispered a strained voice on the other end. Definitely not the smooth, soothing voice of my kind. "It's Bella. Please. You have to help me."
Why was Bella calling me? What could possibly disturb her 'honeymoon' that she could use my help with?
"What's wrong?" I asked.
I heard Bella take a deep breath. "I think- and Carlisle thinks so too- that I'm . . . I'm . . ." She paused. I could hear another deep breath. "pregnant."
I stopped breathing. Bella, pregnant. With Edward? He's a vampire, for god's sake! Wasn't he supposed to be infertile? Wasn't this precisely what Bella was supposed to be giving up by joining us? By choosing to become a monster, even after seeing what it's done to all of us?
Bella seemed to hear my disbelief. "A few days ago, I started getting sick, then feeling really hungry," she explained. "I've been sleeping a lot, and this morning I felt something - someone - nudge me! I've already got a baby bump! Everything's happened so quickly. Edward's bringing me home tonight." She inhaled quickly, and began sobbing.
'They want to get him out of me, Rosalie. They want to kill him, before he kills me. The cleaner had already guessed what he was, what he could do to me, before she saw that I was . . . I was . . . showing. Then she told Edward the legends. She said I would die. But I won't die. I'm strong enough for that! I will survive, even if I'm not human by the end. But they don't believe that. Rosalie, please, stop them from killing my child!"
Hundreds of images flashed through my mind. In my head I saw Vera and her son Henry, happy together, content in the knowledge that they loved each other, and sure that their husband and father was coming home soon. I saw myself, expensive, impractical clothes spread around me, lying half-dead on the road. I saw Emmett's face, twisted in pain as I sprinted to Carlisle, anguished by the selfishness of the act I was about to commit. I saw Emmett and I, wrinkled and hunch-backed, surrounded by our grandchildren. Finally I saw Bella with pale skin and crimson eyes, throwing away everything I yearned for, finally coming to terms with the choice she had made.
Except she wasn't throwing away everything, the life that I yearned for. Though she knew it could kill her, she was determined to keep the baby. For the first time, she was doing what I would do in her place.
No, she wasn't throwing away everything – yet.
I tried to calm Bella down, though I would never be able to comfort people like Jasper, or even Esme. But if she kept having hysterics it could hurt the baby. I'd heard extreme stress could do that. "Shhh. I won't let them get near you. I'll be there as soon as you get home, don't worry. They won't be able to do anything. Just stay calm, Bella. I'll help you. He won't die, I promise." If you die, I'll care for him, I added silently to myself.
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