Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or it's characters. I am obsessed with them though (lol)!
Chapter 1:
EPOV
I couldn't believe it. I just stared at my beautiful unconscious wife. When Carlisle told me she was in a coma, I almost slapped my father. I knew this pregnancy had been so hard on her tiny frame. By month 5, the doctor's had already put her on bed rest. I tried to do everything to make her comfortable. Oh God, I just hate myself for being called in to work that day, the day that would alter my life forever. Sometimes the stupid hospital acted as if I was the only doctor in the area that practiced emergency medicine. I was in the middle of dictating some notes for a chart, when my pager went off. I called the number to hear the nurse state that my wife was on the way here. I looked at my cell phone and saw 10 missed calls. My heart started beating a million beats a minute as I ran out of my office to the ER. I made it just in time as they rolled her in. She was screaming and covered in blood. Dr. Calligan stopped me as I tried to follow them into the operating room. She stated, "No Dr. Cullen, you are too close, this is your wife, you would be a wreck. Let us handle this"
I screamed at her. "Hell no, let me in there, I have to save her please", and then I started to cry. Two nurses held me there in place while they operated on my wife. An emergency C-section was done to get the twins out. Miraculously, they were alive and rushed to the NICU. My wife, my Bella was stitched and rushed to recovery. We all waited patiently for her to wake up. One day passed, 2 days passed, 3 days turned into a week, where finally, the doctors agreed that she was in a coma. So here I am holding her fragile hand, just hoping and praying that she would give me a squeeze.
"Please, Isabella, wake up for me. I can't do this without you. Please, baby, come back to me"
There was no response. Looking at her, she seemed so peaceful. I heard the door open and the doctor walked in along with my father. The look on both of their faces let me know, this would not be good news.
"Dr. Cullen, your wife lost a lot of blood prior to the emergency C-section. We were able to control the bleeding and expected her to pull through just fine. It normally does not take this long for someone to awake from the anesthesia. We do fear that your wife is in a prolonged coma, as explained to you by your father. We will do our best to make her comfortable. She will be transferred to a more secluded private room and will have her own private nurse and physical therapist to work with her on a daily basis. I'm sorry, but all we can do at this point is wait. We will keep her hydrated and nourished through fluids and a liquid diet. The physical therapist will exercise her arms and legs daily to be sure they do not lose tone for when she wakes up. Once again, I'm sorry."
With that, he walked out leaving my father and I watching my sleeping beauty.
"Edward, son, Bella will get through this. She was so strong. She carried those boys and they were born healthy and are doing fine. She wants to come back to you and your family, our family. You have to have faith son. Please, come and see your sons. They need their father now, I will stay with Bella."
My father was right. I wanted to see my twin sons. I named them Jessie Carlisle and Charles Emmett as Bella and I discussed when we found out we were having twin boys. We wanted to name one son after my brother-in-law Jasper, but we couldn't come up with a name that didn't sound so weird, so we figured Jessie was close enough. Jasper seemed thrilled when he heard the name. I walked out of the room where my wife laid to the NICU. Finally, I saw them. They were so tiny. Tears began to fall out of my eyes looking at my beautiful twin boys. They only had 7 months to grow inside of their mother. They were fighting so hard to breathe on their own and I was already so proud of them. I was so proud of my wife for being strong enough to give me these 2 precious gifts, even if it took her away from me. I had to keep thinking that this was temporary. I could not allow myself to picture my life without my sweet Bella. After staring at my sons for an infinite amount of time, I left to check on my other children and sadly explain to them why their mother and brothers wouldn't be coming home with us. As I walked to the waiting area, Nessie had a look on her face like she knew what I was going to tell her.
"Daddy, how's mommy?" she asked.
I took a deep breath as I stared at my other 3 children. Renesme Carlie, affectionately called "Nessie" was our first daughter. We combined the names of both of our mothers, Renee and Esme, and both of our fathers, Carlisle and Charlie, to create that unique, lovely name. She was just 6 years old, but so bright and intuitive. Then, I looked on to little Marie Claire. She was my 4 year old carbon-copy of her mother, clumsiness and all. Lastly, I looked on to my 2 year old son, Edward Anthony Jr., who we called Anthony, as he napped on my mother's lap. How do I tell my children that their mother isn't coming home? I took a deep breath as I began to answer my oldest daughter.
"Nessie, mommy is resting. Your 2 new brothers are resting as well. Honey, mommy had a hard time bringing the twins to us, so it is going to take a while for her to rest and come back to us. Right now, she is in a deep sleep. When, her body gets better, then she will wake."
"Daddy, how long will mama sleep" Marie Claire asked me.
"I don't know baby" is the only response I could give.
Then both my angels started crying and screaming "I want mama". This caused Anthony to wake from his nap and start yelling "mama, mama". My mother tried to soothe him, but nothing would calm him. It was then that I sunk to my knees and started to sob uncontrollably. I felt my sister Alice rubbing soothing circles on my back. It took a while for me to calm down. When I looked around, I saw all of my family crying and shaking. Not having Bella around would affect us all so much. She was our rock. Her and Esme held our family together with their strength and love. All I could do is think: I miss my wife, my Bella.
