B.P.O.V
The pain gripped my swollen stomach and I screamed.
No sooner had my screams subsided, my stomach clenched again. I screamed again – there was nothing else I could do.
He should've been here, watching the birth of HIS child. It should be my lover standing here – not my best friend. It's him who should be stroking my forehead and whispering comforting things in my ear.
"Ssh, Bells. It's going to be OK," Jacob whispers in my ear.
The pain in my stomach increases tenfold until there is nothing but the pain, controlling my every sense.
Jacob gasps and I'm dragged back into reality. Painfully. He's staring at my stomach in horror, and disgust.
"What?" I croak.
No answer.
I look down too. A red line spreads across my swollen stomach, bloated with a child. My child. His child.
My lover or my enemy?
The pain increases. It hurts more than I ever thought possible. The line spreads, its colour deepens. Now it's as read as blood. Probably because it is.
"This isn't the normal procedure, is it?" asks Charlie from the corner.
"No. But when was Bella ever normal." Chuckles Jacob, trying to fool me, but I know him too well. I know his faces every expression. And that's when I know.
I'm going to die.
There's a ripping sound as my child's hand rips my stomach open. Blood spills out. Than another hand pushes through my stomach. The pain is immeasurable. Jacob takes the baby.
Tears drip down his face.
"Bloody leach," he whispers, but I hear. "I'll kill you."
Charlie can't take the sight of my split open belly, the monster in Jacob's arms. He falls to the ground, he fainted, I think.
I have minutes left. I can feel it in my heart and soul. If he had been here, he could of saved me. I'm dying and I welcome death with open arms.
"Her name's Renesme," I croak. "And I love her." I croak.
"I'll kill you leach."