Summary: This is basically a rewrite of Breaking Dawn, starting at the end of Bella's first book.
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"Hello?" The voice like golden wind chimes answered.
"Rosalie, it's Bella," I whispered. "You have to help me."
"Bella, what's the matter? Did something happen to the baby?" Rosalie questioned, her voice strained in panic.
Did Carlisle tell everyone that I was pregnant? "No, not yet. Edward and I are coming home soon, and I'm really scared. He said that they were going to get the baby out," I practically cried.
"Bella, you need to make him see reason. Don't let him hurt the baby," Rosalie replied.
I heard a door close down the hall. "I have to go. We should be back in a couple of hours," I said and hung up the phone.
Edward walked into the room looking confused. I could tell that he really wished that he could read my mind. "Who were you talking to?" he asked.
"I wasn't talking to anyone," I replied.
"Bella, you're not a very good liar. I could hear you. Who was it?" Edward asked.
"Charlie," I lied quickly. "I was just letting him know that we were having a good time." I knew that Edward knew I was lying. I decided to change the subject before he could catch me. "Are we gonna leave yet?"
Edward nodded still looking suspicious.
Edward and I didn't speak to each other on the boat ride back. It wasn't until the plane ride back to Forks that I actually tried to make conversation.
"Edward…" I started unsure of how to continue. "What if I told you that maybe we should…"
"Should what?" Edward asked, looking at me for the first time as well.
"Maybe we should think everything through before we do something rash," I replied. I allowed my eyes to dart out of the window avoiding his gaze. Soon, the sight made me want to puke, so I turned my face to look back at him.
I could tell from the look in his eye that he was pondering over what I had just said, trying to make sense of it.
"I have absolutely no clue what you're talking about," Edward said softly.
"The baby. You said that you wanted to get it out of me. What if I want to keep it?" I asked. I made sure to keep my eyes off of him now.
"Bella, how can you be so sure that you're pregnant?" He asked. I could hear in his tone that he was pretty certain I was as well.
"I know I am, I can feel it," I replied. "And, I know that I want to keep it."
"You want to keep a monster?" It came out more of a statement than a question, but his voice was so hushed that I could only assume that he didn't mean for me to hear it.
"Our baby is not a…" I was going to say monster, but before I could finish the sentence, I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen. My hands immediately flew down to my stomach.
"Bella, love, what's wrong?" Edward asked.
I looked up into his topaz eyes. "I'm not sure," I mumbled.
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