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I'm ecstatic. No words can describe the joy I am feeling, because no word is strong enough to illuminate it.

I never meant for it to happen. It's not like I had ever hoped for it. I didn't want this. I never wanted this for us. Us. It's strange to know that my decisions not only affect me, but my entire family now. Especially him.

Edward.

My love.

My life.

He doesn't seem as happy as I do. He looks at me with those loving eyes, but his love doesn't feel completely real. I can understand though. 107 years of waiting for the right person, and now that you have her, this happens.

My joy drains as I think about Edward. I know he is in pain. I can feel it. No, I'm not a vampire, at least not yet, and I can't read his mind, but I don't need to, to know that he doesn't want it. This. I can see the pain and discomfort in his eyes. It hurts me to see him like this.

I rub my stomach as I lay on the couch. I started to get bigger at Isle Esme, but I have grown more since. I can see Rosalie eyeing me in the corner, probably making sure I don't fall.

Edward is out hunting…again. It seems like he hunts more and more these days. Probably to get away from me, to have time to pretend like this is just as dream. Maybe he thinks that one-day, he'll snap out of a bad daydream, that this is all in his head.

Sometimes I get nervous that he'll walk through the door, thinking that this isn't real, and then catch a glimpse of me, be flung through reality and back to the truth and make a run back out the door. Sometimes I worry that he'll go hunting and just never come home. I'm sure the Cullens, my family, will come up with some good excuse as to why he ran. They're good at covering up the truth. Too good.

I look up as I hear a gasp and then the next thing I know, Rosalie is by my side. Apparently when I had been busy thinking about all of the madness of my now existing tragedy, I must have made some move that made Rosalie very aware that I was in some unknown pain.

"Are you okay?" She asked nervously.

"Yeah. I think so." I tried to move, finding it impossible with the bulge that is also my stomach in the way.

"Okay…" She hovered over me for a little bit, probably to make sure I was telling the truth.

"Rosalie, I promise, I'm fine."

"I know. I just want to make sure." She said. "It's just that, I wanted to be 100% sure, because if not, I'm sure Edward would kill me." She snickered.

"Okay. Well, I'm fine, so. You can relax." I told her.

She got up and walked over to one of the giant, cushy white chairs over in the middle of the living room. She turned the TV on and pretended to watch it. "If Edward could even kill me." I heard her half laugh, half mutter under her breath.

I watch Rosalie as I try to push back the depressing feelings I just had, and tried to go back to the good ones. The joyous feelings came quickly, and suddenly the feeling was so overpowering, that they knocked me unconscious.

A/N: Hey everyone! I just wanted to say that I hoped you liked the first chapter and to please review! Thanks!