Rosalie stared at the small human, who looked so very small against the white sheets of the hospital bed, her stomach so very disproportionate from the rest of her body, looking as though someone had stuck a watermelon beneath her stomach.

It was almost terrifying to see a human look so weak.

When Bella had called, there'd been no doubts in Rosalie's mind she'd help Bella – whether it was more for Bella or Rosalie herself, not even Rosalie was sure. She'd never wished Bella death, but she knew what losing the baby would've done to Bella, especially once she was changed and had no way to change her fortune.

In a way this was the first time Rosalie felt Bella had made a choice she would.

But would you have made it at such high a price? A tiny voice inside her head nudged at her. She wasn't sure why she was doubting herself, she knew she would've. This was one aspect Bella and Rosalie were absolutely the same.

Bella's lungs took a deep breath and Rosalie found herself staring at the girl's face. Her face looked bloodless and it was as sunken as a Holocaust survivor's... She'd heard Carlisle talk about how the baby is sucking out Bella's nutrients faster than she could replace them.

It would have scared most women from this stance, but Bella didn't waver. And behind the tiredness and disgustedly gaunt face, Rosalie could see the sheen of happiness she'd always seen in human pregnant women. Emmett said she gave off a bit of it too, in her excitement for this baby.

Esme had taken to watching Bella too. She knew that the motherly woman was thinking of the time when she had been becoming a mother, growing, the way that Bella is. Esme was worried for Bella, but couldn't say she disapproved of the choice either. It's the same one she would have made.

And that's what Edward didn't understand. And Alice either. Carlisle and Emmett had an idea of it from being with two women who babies were such a huge part of. And Jasper could easily feel the tired, desperate happiness and hope that Bella must be feeling.

He didn't understand how, even though the baby broke Bella's ribs, Bella could never hate the child, she would always forgive it. He couldn't understand why this girl would rather risk dying for the baby than living with having killed it. He didn't understand because even though he could read both Esme's and Rosalie's minds, he couldn't imagine Bella, his precious, different, Bella being the same.

He had growled at Rosalie so many times for her happy thoughts about this pregnancy. But Rosalie knew Bella was thinking them too and she needed someone to share them with, since Edward was going to be a dick about it.

Sometime Esme, Rosalie, and Bella just sat around thinking and talking about what the baby would be like and what to name the baby once he or she was here. Bella was dead set on Edward Junior, though Rosalie thought his actions during this pregnancy kind of took away his right for that.

When Bella had first arrive, Rosalie been terrified just to leave her alone. Afraid that they would take advantage and take care of the baby while she was gone. The fear still had not completely been lost, but Rosalie had also found she liked being around Bella.

And that made watching her die even harder.

Rosalie knew it'd be worth it. She couldn't doubt her hope that Bella would live and they would have the tiny little life among them. Something that changes, that has a heartbeat. A child. A real baby.

And if Bella did die, Rosalie wouldn't let anyone hurt the baby. She'd take him or her with her and run, with or without Emmett. And she'd raise the child for Bella, giving it all the love and attention and everything it needed.

Rosalie crushed the wish for that hope in her mind before it had even fully formed.

"Bella. You should try to eat something again."

Bella smiled weakly at Rose, "Okay, Rose, we'll try. Thank you."

Rosalie didn't mind this little Bella. And she didn't wish for her death.

She just wish she had a baby of her very own.