A/N: This is a complete remake of my original story, "A Little Bundle of Wolf." Except this one will be loads better. I promise you. I had gotten a lot of traffic with the original-so I hope this one fares even better. Please enjoy! And don't forget to leave a review!

Edward Cullen was a burning man.

He watched as his wife slowly became weaker with each passing day. Her abdomen continued to stretch, the skin pulled taut over the devil child that was sucking the life from within her. Despite his pleas to let them abort the child, Bella was firm. She kept going on about things such as it was their baby and they just couldn't murder it. Well, he had a plan to fix this entire situation. He simply needed to get in touch with that dog, Jacob Black. Yes, he was key to this entire plan. Edward was sure that the mongrel was unaware of the situation that Bella was currently in. But once he was briefed, Edward had no doubt in his mind that the ingrate would have no qualms with doing anything to save Bella's life.

Edward was seated on the loveseat next to her, watching her carefully, as if at any moment, she might burst. Her skin had an almost gray tinge to it, and her hair lay mottled around her face. Despite her gigantic belly, her figure was close to skeletal. Bella could feel Edward's worried gaze on her, and she licked her cracked lips as she fidgeted listlessly.

"Will you please stop? You're making me nervous," she said quietly as she drew the blankets around her skinny form.

Surprised, Edward blinked and moved as if he were a statue, suddenly coming into life.

"What am I doing?" he asked, completely oblivious to his obvious smothering.

Bella, despite her weakness, managed to snort at this. What wasn't he doing, was the appropriate question. Edward, however, was no longer paying attention to his wife (a rarity in itself). Instead, his cobalt black eyes were squinted in the direction of the front door.

It was beginning to smell like wet dog.

Jacob Black had been pacing back and forth in front of the Cullen household for at least three minutes. In truth, he was surprised that nobody had come out yet to kick him off their property. Naturally, the boy was mumbling to himself the 'battle plan' he had spent all but ten seconds to think up.

"Okay…so if lover boy is there first…I'll go for his legs…take those out first. Bella will probably be somewhere behind him…I'll leave her for somebody else to take care of—"

"You'll do no such thing, mongrel," a smooth voice said beside him.

Jacob nearly jumped five feet in the air, turning sharply, and his muscles instantly tensing, as if he were about to transform. But instead, only one question tumbled out: "Where is she?"

Edward hushed him and pushed him back. Jacob rushed so that the blood sucker's cold skin wouldn't touch him. "What gives? Where is she?" he shouted.

Edward put up both of his hands, as if trying to placate the barking dog. "Please, be quiet. She can't know that you are here. At least, not yet. I must talk to you about something of utmost importance," he said quietly, the tone of his voice desperate.

Jacob hesitated for just a moment before continuing.

"Why the hell should I do what you say, blood su-"

Edward cut across him sharply.

"Bella is pregnant," he said bluntly, his face contorting into a tortured expression. "Come with me. See for yourself. Please, don't stare, or be too loud or rough. She'll be happy to see you…" And with that, Edward rushed back inside, not even bothering to see if Jacob was following behind him.

Not sure if he wanted to see the horrors that awaited him past that door, Jacob shuffled his feet slowly, taking big gulps of air as he walked inside to see Bella sprawled on the couch, her stomach grossly distorted. Quickly, he averted his eyes to focus instead on her smiling face.

Her face. She looked like hell.

"Jake," she crooned, "you've finally come to see me. I've missed you," she said, her voice throaty and wavering.

He had dealt with some hard shit, but this was the most difficult. He pasted a smile on his face as he came forward to take a hold of her limp hand. It was so cold.

"Hey, Bells… how you feeling, honey? I'm sorry…I've been…busy with stuff," he said carefully, while slowly moving his gaze to Edward, who was already studying him.

"I've been better. The baby kicks really hard," she piped. Edward stood suddenly, unable to take this any longer.

"Jacob, may I speak to you? Privately," he said firmly. Bella glared at him, as if warning the both of them to get along, or else. Both men smiled softly at her as they left the room, standing on the front porch of the house.

"How the fuck did she get pregnant? You're a vampire," Jacob said heatedly.

"Thank you for clarifying that Jacob. I was always a tad unsure on whether I was one or not," he rolled his eyes, shaking his head slightly. "To answer your first question…I really don't know. Whatever it is…it's sucking the life out of her. And she refuses to abort it," he said, crossing his arms tightly across his chest.

Jacob threw his hands up in the air. "She's such a martyr sometimes. This is just like her…Getting all maternal and crap when she's only eighteen…"

Edward nodded absently, partially in agreement, partially because he wasn't exactly paying attention.

"That's where I need you to come in…see, she's taken quite a liking to the idea of being a mother. She doesn't understand that if she gives birth to this creature, she will most likely die…and therefore, never be able to be a mother. So…my plan would require participation on your part…"

Jacob waited as Edward paused.

"Spit it out then."

"I was wondering if… maybe she would abort the child if she was able to get pregnant again…with you."

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