Heya, sorry it's taken me so long to update. Spent ages re-writing this chapter. But it's finally finished and i really hope you like it.
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I was oblivious to everything around me; time had no meaning anymore; there was just the endless void of my mind, still reeling from Bella's revelation. For what seemed like an eternity, I was so overwhelmed I could barely recall my own name.
I wished I had had time to give Bella an answer; that I had not frozen in that crucial moment. She was clearly terrified for her baby and had reached out to me in her desperation. And I had left her hanging. Now she had no idea of what to expect when Edward brought her home. Would I help her? Or would I agree with the others?
Depending on when they caught a flight, they would be back in just under a day's time. She now had to spend almost an entire day wondering how long her child had to live. And I hated myself for doing that to her. She must be scared enough with this astonishing yet wonderful turn of events, without me causing her extra worry. But I would make up for my mistake. Because of course I would help her. As if there was any way I would let them hurt Bella's child. My little niece or nephew.
Everyone was always jealous of me. At high school, college, where-ever we went. Humans kept their distance of course, they were always wary of us. Yet that never prevented then from being envious of us; our perfect looks, our flawless features.
And none of us was as envied as I was. I had always been the most beautiful person. There was no-one who could match my beauty. And yet as they envied me, I envied them right back. Because not one of them knew what they had, the possibilities that stretched out in front of them. I had my looks and my endless future, but they had so much more.
I had spent the last 74 years grieving for what could have been. All I had ever wanted from life was a child. Someone I could love and care for, someone I could call my own.
It was not to be. I had died before I got the chance, and even though I had been saved, what I wanted most of all was now beyond my reach. I would never, could never, have the son or daughter I'd dreamed of all my life. The shadow of it never left my heart. Every single day I had to live with the pain of loss, surrounded constantly by reminders, never able to forget.
For me it was clearly never meant to happen, I had been destined to die before I ever got the chance to realize my dream.
But Bella. She was there, now. The chance was right in front of her. She was closer than I had ever been. And Edward was going to take that away from her.
Away from me.
Because this was my chance as well. As close as I could ever get to having a child of my own. I would be an aunt. And if I couldn't be a mother, then I was going to be the best aunt I could possibly be.
Not that this was just about me. Because I could see what that loss had done to me. Living with a black hole of regret eating away at me for so long had left me bitter and even more self-centered.
I wouldn't let that happen to Bella. I wouldn't wish that pain on anyone. She obviously wanted this, more than she could have possibly imagined. To take it away from her, to deny her this. It was too cruel. She was willing to give up her future, her chance at a life, for Edward. Quite possibly her very soul as well. How could he refuse her this?
I hated her for it, her choice to join us. I always had. But now, I couldn't hate her anymore. I felt as if, in that short, life-altering conversation, a bond had been forged between us, because now we understood each other. We were kindred spirits, connected by this overwhelming desire.
I would have argued with them anyway. I would have tried to reason with them, as soon as I learned of what they planned to do. I would have tried to convince Bella that keeping the baby was the right thing to do. But in the end if I couldn't persuade them, I would have accepted their decision. I wouldn't have liked it and it would have made the rift between me and Bella irreparable. But I would have accepted the decision.
But now I knew how Bella felt, now I knew that this was what she wanted. Now I would fight for her, for them. Bella would have her baby. I would make sure of it.
What did you think. Was it ok. Wasn't sure if I made Rosalie enough of a cow. I wrote versions when she's really horrible and self-centered and ones where she's far too nice so I hope this is the right balance. Let me know what you think. Oh and thanks for reading please review!!!!