Chapter 1: Fairytale Gone Awry
Allie's POV
"Will you marry me?"
Those four words changed my life. A year ago, I had married the love of my life, had the most amazing wedding and honeymoon, and now I was 8 months pregnant…with twins. Neither Nahuel nor myself thought it was possible, and neither of is really cared. I mean, we both wanted kids, but if it couldn't happen, we'd adopt; but it did happen and at a much slower pace than Great-Grandpa Carlisle and Grandpa Edward expected.
Great-Grandpa was able to get an ultrasound and said by the size of the baby, it was growing at a human rate, which meant I still had about a month before I would cradle my babies in my arms and kiss them and hug them close. Carlisle said that one baby was a boy and the other a girl. I was excited for my babies to come as was Nahuel.
Today was Mom and Dad's 5 year anniversary and Aunt Alice, as expected, was throwing a surprise party for them.
"Happy Anniversary!" Nahuel and I yelled with everyone as we sat on the couch when my parents got home from their "date".
Dad was smiling like a little kid but Mom didn't look too excited. iOh well,/i I thought to myself/i, she'll loosen up soon. Dad wrapped his arms around Mom's waist and kissed her neck.
"Thanks guys." She barely mumbled. I held back the urge to roll my eyes at her. She was being such a party pooper at her own party.
"Time to party!" Aunt Alice yelled and disco lights took place of the regular fluorescents.
"Ugh, great." I heard Mom grumble, but then suddenly, she was dragging Dad onto the dance floor with a big smile. I looked over at Uncle Jasper and saw him watching her. He caught me looking at him and he winked.
Yep, he totally just messed with Mom's emotions. Go Uncle Jasper! I started laughing somewhat quietly and Nahuel adjusted his seat so that he could face me better.
"What's so funny?" He asked me curiously as he planted a light kiss on my lips and rubbed my stomach.
"Oh, just Uncle Jasper messing with Mom's emotions." I admitted and kissed him again.
"Hmm, I love you." He whispered to me and kissed me again. I kissed him back and placed my hand on top of his, both now resting on my bulbous belly.
"I love my prince." I whispered to him through more kisses.
"How did I ever get the fairest of them all? 'Lips red as the rose. Hair black as ebony. Skin white as snow.' My Snow White." He murmured against my lips as he called me his princess.
"How did I ever get the most gentlemanly of all?" I asked him back with a few more kisses. He smiled against my lips and then pulled away to pull my back to his chest.
Throughout the past five years, I had seen uSnow White and the Seven Dwarves/u about a billion times. It was my favorite movie, probably because I was told everyday of my life that I looked just like her. Nahuel constantly called me his Snow White and him my Prince Charming. I loved him from the first second I saw him, just like in the movie too.
I sighed and rested the back of my head on my love's shoulder. I looked up into his deep tawny eyes, which had oddly turned the tiniest bit blue as life went on with his new vegetarian lifestyle. His dark black hair gelled into little curls above his hairline and his full lips matched his tanned skin well, and tasted delicious.
He was my love, my life, my everything.
All too quickly, it came to and end. I felt a sharp pain hit my side and I moaned in pain.
"Allie? Are you okay, love?" Nahuel's soft voice calmed me as his left hand rubbed my back.
"The babies." I choked out through another sharp pain. All of a sudden, cold liquid started running down my pants.
"Did your water just break?!" My love, as I sometimes called him, asked my nervously. I wasn't sure, so I rubbed my pant's a little bit. When I pulled my hand back up, the substance wasn't clear; it was red. Blood. More pain erupted in my core and more liquid left my body. I screamed loudly when more pain hit me and it felt like something was breaking in my chest.
"Mom! Help! Someone! Please!" I cried as I slipped off of the couch and landed on the floor, with more blood leaving my body. "Aagghhhhh!!" I screamed again and again. My vision began fading and I couldn't make out any faces anymore, but I could still see shapes and colors.
"Allie! Calm down, sweetie. Sshhh, its okay. Carlisle!" A soft, but strained voice called to my great-grandfather.
I heard words being tossed around, but couldn't comprehend them. I was going in and out of consciousness and in a room full of people I loved, I felt alone.
"Allie!" A desperate, charming but tough voice called my name. "Don't you dare close your eyes! You keep them open you hear me!?"
I wanted to reply; to say I wouldn't let them close, but my throat felt frozen. I couldn't speak, like someone had taken away my vocal cords. I could barely breathe now, let alone speak. So, instead of talking, I nodded my head carefully.
"Carlisle, you need to get to the hospital now. If she's not there soon..." A pixie-like voice trailed off and I felt cold hands wrap around my body.
"I'll run. It's faster." A regal voice decided and I began to feel cold winds blow my hair wildly.
After a minute of freezing, I felt warm air engulf my body. The cold arms left my body as I rested on what looked like a hospital bed.
"UUgghh……" I groaned as more pain ripped through my stomach.
"Carlisle!" A female voice I once knew to be calm and beautiful, was now strained, worried and scared.
"Bella?" The regal voice answered.
"Alice…she said…she said this will be like Renesmee's birth. Only worse because it's two. She said that you can't perform a cesarean because the skin is too tough, it will be a natural birth. Carlisle…you have to help my grandbaby. Please." It sounded as though the woman's voice would cry rivers if she could.
"I will do my best. Oh, Rosalie, come with me. Bella, you too." Mr. Regal said as I slightly heard new footsteps come up next to my bed. "We will do it now."
"AAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!! Ohhhh, owwwwww." I moaned, groaned, pained, screamed, shouted, and grunted the incoherent words into the air and clutched my hands to my stomach. I felt a crack in my chest milliseconds after I heard it.
"Her ribs, Carlisle." A bright and worried voice said plainly. "It's going to kill her. Allie! Keep your eyes open! Please! Don't close them!" It shouted at me as my eyelids threatened to cut off my already blurry vision.
I felt the bed start to move and the wind picked up again. I heard shouts and questions as we blew by shapes and figures but nothing made any sense to me. I was alone.
Cut off from everything; including breathing. I began gasping for air as my throat started to close up. I choked and gagged as I vomited a sticky red substance. More blood.
"Carlisle." I heard the bright voice whisper weakly.
"Rosalie, you can do it. Keep a hold on your self-control as soon as we are done, we will ball/b go hunting. Relax, and don't breathe." I heard all breathing stop and then something prick my elbow. I wanted to rub it, but my arm was too heavy for me to move. I heard a steady beeping sound and then the snap of gloves.
"Wait, Carlisle. Nahuel is coming, don't you hear him? Everyone else is right behind him." The same weak but beautiful voice said and everything stopped. The only sound you could hear was the steady beeping from behind my head.
"Allie!" A strong, loving voice screamed out and a tall, tanned body ran to my side and grabbed my hand, which now felt light as air as he held it tightly. "I'm not leaving your side, not for a second." It promised me and squeezed my hand a little tighter.
"Okay, Allie, when I count to three, I'm going to need you to push as hard as you can." Mr. Regal said professionally as he pulled my knees up and spread them apart.
It finally hit me. I was giving birth now. My children would be here in just a few minutes, and I was dying. It wasn't fair. This wasn't the fairytale I'd dreamed of having with my love. No. This was a nightmare, and there was no getting out of it.
My Fairytale's Nightmare had begun.
"One…two…three! And push!" Mr. Regal ordered and I pushed as hard as I could. I felt something large press against the walls of the space between my legs. "One…two…three! Again!" I pushed again, grunting nothings into the world. The hand that was holding onto mine, was squeezing it tight, never letting go. "One…two…three! One more time, Allie! Big one!" I pushed even harder this time. I pushed for as long as I could before I felt like my head would explode from the pressure I used. Then I heard it.
A little baby girl began crying. I had just given birth. In three pushes. To a baby girl. I wanted to smile, but a pain crossed my stomach again. More pressure built up between my legs again and without being told, I began pushing. It wasn't until I screamed that Mr. Regal noticed.
"Good job, Allie. Push again. One…two...three…push!" He said loudly over my screams. I pushed with all of my remaining strength and the pressure left my body when I heard a small gasp. There was that gasp, but no cries.
Gramps said that all babies cry when they're born; it's how you know they're okay. Why wasn't this baby crying? Is he or she not okay? I asked myself. I rested my head on the pillow behind my head and tried to calm my erratic breathing.
"You did wonderful, Allie. Two little girls who are absolutely perfect. Our little girls." The voice became clear to me as my breathing calmed and the pain subsided. I opened my eyes slowly to see my love staring at me with loving eyes. "I love you."
"I love you too." I whispered back to him. He carefully bent his neck downward and kissed me softly. Just as he pulled back, a familiar pain happened across my stomach area. "Ugh. Nahuel…it's happening again, another baby."
"Triplets?! Oh God. What do I do?!" He shouted nervously. "I'll go get Carlisle." He decided and headed for the doors.
"No, Nahuel! It's coming now! There's no time!" I screamed at him then yelled in pain. "You have to do it!"
"B-but-t, I-I-I don't know what to do-o!"
"Yes you do. You watched Grandpa earlier!" I yelled again. "Hurry! I need to push now!" I yelled out again.
I watched Nahuel ran to the stool my Gramps was sitting on earlier and looked down at me. He mouth fell open at the sight.
"I-I-I-I s-s-s-see the h-head!" He gasped loudly and scooted back on the chair.
Great. I rolled my eyes to myself. Now my giving birth has ruined his sex drive for me. Wonderful. I groaned internally and pushed regardless. I heard the wheels scoot forward and warm hands on my inner thighs.
"Nahuel! Hurry!" I screamed as I pushed again. He hesitated, then I felt the pressure lessen. One more push and the pain was gone with the arrival of a baby boy's loud cry.
"What do I do now?!" He screamed as he held the baby.
"I'll take it Nahuel. Go wash your hands." Gramps said as he rushed back into the room. A few minutes later, Nahuel was back at my side and Gramps was taking my baby boy to another room.
"Where is he taking my baby?" I asked curiously
"I don't know. There's another room where Esme and Rosalie are cleaning and dressing our three kids." He sighed and paused for a minute. "Wow. Triplets. You'd think it runs in the family?" He chuckled lightly.
"Hmm, I guess you're right, huh?" I sighed and yawned. When I closed my mouth and opened my eyes, everything was spinning. "Whoa, I'm so dizzy…and tired."
"Go to sleep love, you need it."
"I want to see my babies first." I argued.
"Let me get them, then. I want to see them too." My love said as he got up and walked towards the door, but no before kissing me softly.
Okay, maybe his sex drive wasn't ruined......I giggled quietly at my thoughts.
I tried to keep my eyes open, waiting for my love and my angels to be with me, but the drowsiness won the battle. I closed my eyes and let the darkness take over my body.
I fell asleep imagining my babies all grown up, and happy, with me and our family. I fell asleep, smiling.