What Happens after Breaking Dawn? A version of something that could...
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I wanted to tell Edward how much I loved him and the reason why I wanted to keep my baby. Our baby. It was so unlike him to act the way he has; I was thankful to Rosalie who now protects me.
Rosalie, please, get my baby out safe and take care of him if I don't make it.
"Bella, are you alright? Bella?" Rosalie's murmurs were distant.
"I'm okay." I lied, turning my eyes to Edward who was beside me, agony written all over his flawless face.
"Good. That's good." Rosalie agreed to herself, clasping my sweaty, moist hand tighter. The dark room was illuminated by a single cold light in the far corner. It makes sense, none of the Cullens would need it. I didn't need it, because I could already see the angel beside me clear as day.
"Let it go." I whispered to Edward, forcing my strained voice with the little energy left in me.
He grimaced, his face appearing too sad for his perfect lips to say anything back, but he did. "I'm sorry. This is all my fault, I did this to you Bella. I'm the worst kind of monster."
"Oh Edward." Rosalie rolled her eyes, baring her teeth at Edward. Her hands were smooth and cold; they felt nice.
"But Edward, we're going to be parents. We're going to be so hap―" My lips stopped on their own will as the baby began moving again. I stopped breathing for a moment, waiting for the pain to slow.
Edward clasped my free hand and with his other hand, he wiped my forehead and cheeks. I could feel my skin aching and wanting for his touch. I could only feel so much, mostly pain and confusion because for a moment, I had no clue where I was.
"I love you, Forever and ever." Edward's soft, angelic whisper hit my ear. If I had the energy to blush, I would.
"Forever." I whispered, trying not to cry from the pain.