Prologue
"Miracles are spontaneous, they cannot be summoned, but come of themselves." - Katherine Anne Porter
Why and how was this happening? No one knew. Not even Carlisle, who might just be the smartest man that I've ever met.
Pain was spreading throughout my whole body, making me tremble. My head was thrown back onto a mustard colored pillow, tears and sweat running down my face, my eyes closed shut. I was screaming loudly, it was embarrassing. But could I help it? The pain I was feeling...I couldn't describe it. Not in words, anyway. It was as if I had done something horribly wrong to deserve this. Well, maybe I did deserve to feel this kind of pain. I was really hot, too.
"You're nearly there, Bella!" encouraged one of the nurses. I didn't know which one it was, there were about three of them. I couldn't focus.
Both of my hands were grasped tightly around my forearms, pushing the bump that was my stomach. I continued to scream, the pain increasing by the second. I could feel more tears developing in my eyes. My head suddenly flew forward, my forhead against my large stomach. It was at the most painful part of the process. His name escaped from my thoart into an earsplitting bellow. I swore that I cracked the windows in the room. I tossed my head to my right side, still yelling his name. Then, I felt something cold. against my back. A hand, maybe? Yes, it was. He began to rub my spine. Up and down, up and down. A soft, velvet voice was whispering my name over and over calmly. Lips were at the cartilage of my ear and locks of my wet hair were being tucked behind it. With difficulty, I opened my weary eyes. I saw someone smiling at me crookedly. I let out the loudest scream yet, all of my breath drawning out of my system quickly. My head landed onto the pillow, the cold hands suddenly grabbing my locked arms. I let out a swear on accident. My eyes opened again.
Then, I saw it. I saw her.
She was in Carlisle's hands, being lifted up. She wasn't crying, like the normal ones do. I blinked slowly. Her tiny body was covered in crimson blood. He left my side, taking his cold hands with him. He cut her free from me by using a tool that a nurse gave him. Then, I heard a cry come out of her fragile body. I smiled a little. He was back at my side, kissing me on the cheek.
"Sleep now, my love," he murmured into my ear, his cool breath landing on my face. It was soothing to feel. "You deserve it."
"No," I whispered, my voice weak. It hurt from all of my screaming.
I heard him chuckle softly at my stubbornness.
"Try."
He kissed me again, this time on my lips. He made me feel dizzy, like always. He stopped after a few moments, touching my sweaty face with his cool hands. She was still crying. Good. It was nice to hear. Before I knew it, I drifted off into a dreamless, black sleep.