EDWARDS POV

The second I walked out the door, I regretted it. I mean I was angry, but like I said, we were partners and I should be there for her. Then again, she made the decision to die for this baby all on her own. How is this supposed to work if she goes off and decides to make life threatening decisions all on her own? No, what was I thinking? I loved her and NOTHING would ever change that. Not even her shamelessly giving up her life for that…fetus. It was my fault just as much as it was hers.

"Edward, I'm scared," my pixie-like sister, Alice, whispered.

"You think I'm not? Alice, she can't handle this, she will die!" Anyone could detect the pain in my voice when I said the last part.

"Then you should cherish these last few days because-"

My world stopped, I felt like I was suffocating, even though I didn't exactly NEED to breathe, "DAYS?" I shouted, cutting her off.

"Shhhh! Yes, Edward… days," she murmured, though I could tell she didn't take it as well as she seemed to be.

I was silent. DAYS… that innocent word tore my world apart. In a way it was like hearing that you had days to live. For me I guess it literally did. Then I realized something. In truth, it was that one day when I proposed that started all this. The day Bella begged for us to take our relationship to the next…level.

On our honeymoon the signs were there. When Bella cried after the good dream. How she was almost always hungry. The afternoon I walked in on her throwing up into the toilet. But the final straw was when she confessed to being late. We had immediately taken a very silent ride home on a private plane.

That was the plane ride where I thought that it would all be over soon.

Edward's POV

I was pouring another package of blood into the styrofoam cup. I felt horrible for Bella who had to DRINK it through a straw.

When I walked in, I saw her talking on her phone; to her father. I listened in, not knowing then how much the conversation would break my heart.

(*Charlie* ...

"Bella")

*Well you sound better*

"Yeah, I am"

*And you're coming home soon, right?*

"About that… Don't freak out, okay? But I'm going to a health center in Switzerland"

*WHAT? I thought u said you were feeling better! I'll get a on a plane.*

"No dad, don't come. I'll probably be better by the time you came anyways."

**scoffs**

"Just imagine me healthy, on the coach eating…pizza or something."

*So you want me to visualize now?*

"I heard that it helps, just please. I love you, Dad.

*Wait, Bella-*

She slammed the phone shut. Each word tore me apart more and more. Bella began to cry and I couldn't take it anymore.

"I'm sorry I got so angry," I whispered.

"It's okay, I would've too," she murmured back, grabbing my hand. I was scared that it would crush to the lightest touch, like a bubble. She looked so fragile; WAY more than usual.

"I've left you alone in this," I whispered, ashamed, while-very lightly-squeezing her hand.

"I'm not alone," she murmured.

Momma

What was that?

"Bella, did you say something?"

"What?"

I was silent.

"Edward, like what?" She spoke, getting progressively louder.

Momma!

The voice screamed. Then it hit me. That was the moment that changed my perspective on this baby; my perspective on EVERYTHING…