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Chapter 2-Please

Bella's pov

Later in the evening Tuesday September 11, 2001 9:36pm

I felt a hand on my shoulder, I turned to find Esme standing by me. I knew it wasn't Elizabeth or Edward sr, or as he likes to be called Ed. Where on the other side of the bed to be on one side of their son. Elizabeth had moved a chair beside the bed.

"Dear, why don't you go home and get rest? It can't be healthy for both of you," she said. I was taking that either Elizabeth or Carlisle told her about the baby. Thankfully she didn't say it out about the baby, I wasn't ready to tell the whole family just yet. Not before Edward is able to.

"We will stay here," Esme said.

"No, I can't leave…." I said.

"Then please lay on the window set." Esme said gently.

"No thank you, I'm not leaving his side," I said, I saw Esme nod as well as Elizabeth. I don't care how long this would take.

A bit later, everyone left to get some fresh-air and some food and something to drink. Elizabeth and I was all that was still in the room in our spot beside Edward's bedside. When I felt Edward squeeze my hand that I had holding his. I was shocked and turned to watch him, but he didn't do anything. "Please," I said, speaking to him. He once more squeezed my hand.

Elizabeth looked to me when she heard me speak to him. She watched his hand, then me and back to him. "Edward, please wake up. Please open your eyes." I pleaded.

He didn't do anything. "Please Edward, I know you can hear me. Please for me." I asked. Elizabeth stayed quite, never leaving her spot, or letting go of his other hand. We saw Edward's eyes flicker, before they opened, showing those green-eyes I loved so much.

I got up from my set and stepped closer to him. "I'm here, Edward. Everything is going to be okay." I saw that he tried to speak. "Don't speak now, you have a breathing tube." I said gently, Elizabeth handed me a notebook and pen. Here write down what you want to say." I said handing it to him, he started to write.

"Your mother is here too. Everyone is here, they just ran out to get some food and something to drink and some fresh-air they be back soon." I said.

He turned to his mother; he patted her hand that was on the bed. He finished writing and I read what he wrote. "It is still September 11, 2001 at 9:36pm."

He wrote again, I couldn't speak, all I could do was nod my head, he understood. "It alright Edward, some did survive this. And so did you. I was worried you wouldn't come back to us." I said.

I watched Edward's face and watched as he tried to figure something out, I gave him time. He wrote again.

I looked at the note, and smiled. I looked at Elizabeth, she smiled too. "Yes Edward, I am." He took my hand and patted it. He wrote again.

"I love you too." I said in reply. "No just, your parents and aunt and uncle know. I didn't want to tell the others yet. I wanted us to do it together."

Carlisle returned first as he went to check on his others that where staying in the hospital. He smiled when he saw Edward was awake. "Glad to see you are awake son. Congrats, on the baby." He said. He checked Edward, and smiled. "Alright, we are going to take the breathing tube out. It seems you can breath on your own." He said, he took the breathing tube out and I handed a cup of water.

After Edward has taken his sip, he smiled, and lifted his hand, to my check. I pressed my check against his palm and placed my hand against his. "My Isabella." He said.

I couldn't but to have a tear fall.

"Shh, love…." He said. He stopped as we heard the door open with the rest of our family come back into the room. "Oh Uncle Carlisle you had to tell the rest of the family? How could you, you know they come down here…" he said, chuckling.

Everyone froze shocked that Edward was awake with the tube out and talking and trying to sit up which Elizabeth and I got up at once and helped him. Esme recovered first followed by his father.

"I'm sorry son, They had a right to know," Carlisle played along.

Everyone recovered and went into the room, patted his hand or shoulder.

"No little one," I heard Rose say to their son, Frank, as the two year old tried to get free from his mother and get to his uncle.

Edward chuckled. "It's alright Rose, Come here little Frank." He said to his nephew. Frank got down when Rose placed him down when Edward said it was fine. I helped Frank up onto the bed so he could get to Edward.

"You just need to be careful Frank," Carlisle said.

The two-yearold turned to Carlisle. "He icky?" he asked.

Rose gave a small chuckle. "Yes little one he is sick," she answered her son.

So what you think? I'm trying to decide on the gender of Bella and Edward's child. They will be only having one.

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