The Cries of Two Broken Souls
By VintageConspiracy
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. No shit, Sherlock.
You never know what you have until it's gone, her father would say when he was trying to make a point. Now she was beginning to think he was right. If he wasn't right about anything else it was that. Rosalie would give anything to be human again. She'd give the beauty, the speed, the immortality, everything; just for the chance to have a normal life again. She saw Leah with her baby and couldn't help wishing she was able to get pregnant.
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Leah didn't even really want a child. She wanted love. She'd give anything just to have Sam say he loved her. Just for someone to want her around. She'd even settle for a 'you're not half bad, Clearwater' from Paul. Just something to make her feel wanted. Bella had her Edward, plus Jacob was still undeniably in love with her. And how does she repay the whole lot of us? By getting pregnant with a vampire spawn. God, life was a pain, and karma was a real bitch.
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She sees Leah cooing to her baby, whispering promises into the little boy's ear. Maybe once she'd get to experience that feeling. Pure bliss. Such a cute little baby Leah had. With the perfect little dimples, and the tuft of curly brown hair. Who was the father? It didn't matter, Leah had her baby. She wasn't alone anymore. And that hurt more than the venom burning hot through her veins. The little boy would grow up in a broken home, but it wouldn't matter; his mother would love him forever. And wasn't that enough?
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She didn't know how the hell she ended up pregnant. This wasn't supposed to happen. She was a genetic dead-end. They'd both thought it was safe. How was she going to raise a child on her own? Leah's father had died, and her mother was sleeping with her dad's best friend. She felt guilty and she didn't even do anything. But maybe that wasn't entirely true. She did have a baby after all.
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Wouldn't she be a better mother than her? Rosalie was beautiful; her child surely would be. She had money; her little baby would be spoilt rotten. She had a husband and stretch of people who'd be there for her the whole entire time. Leah had no one. No father. No mother. Nobody to love her. How was she going to raise a perfect little boy like that?
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She'd caught Rosalie's eyes and seen the jealousy. Jealous of what? She had a family who loved her and would do anything for her; no matter how mean she was to them in the past. She had a husband. Someone to offer support of all kinds. Not like they needed money, the father was a walking gold mine. Like money grew in that damned garden of theirs. Why be jealous of little Leah Clearwater and her mistake.
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Rosalie's heard Leah call the child a mistake. She's so willing to give up the child. Maybe they'd be able to trade. Leah's always wanted someone to love her. And Rosalie's craved a little child of her own. With perfect little teeth, and curly light brown hair and clear little blue eyes. A little child that'd fit in her hands like they were made to hold it. Could something so dangerous be something as gentle as a mother?
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She can't believe that she'd trade her husband, the one who promised to love her, through sickness and health, till death do them part, for something as pathetic as a child. Maybe they'd trade. Leah had something Rosalie wanted and Rosalie had something Leah would kill for.
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(AN: If you didn't understand jack of what I just wrote, then the italics are Leah and the regular is Rosalie. Just so you could tell the thoughts separately. Tell me what you think, please?)