Jacob wrinkled his eyebrows in thought.

"Did…did I hear that right?"

Edward, already impatient, growled and ran a hand through his copper head of hair, trying to calm himself down so he wouldn't do anything brash.

"I would do anything for her. Including this. I make no jokes when it concerns Bella's life. I assumed that you wouldn't either," he accused, taking a low jab.

Jacob felt almost disgusted at his suggestion. It was too obvious that the man would do anything, even if it meant allowing his wife to have a baby with another man. Or more specifically, a dog. He shook his head sharply, as if he were trying to get something out of his ears.

"That's sick. You want her to abort the baby. Fine, I get that. I want her to get rid of the thing too. But letting her get pregnant again…with me? I can even admit that that's going way too far. How desperate are you?"

Edward took a menacing step towards Jacob, his hand outstretched as if ready to grab the boy's neck and snap it in half.

"She is dying. I really don't care if she slept with half the town, as long as it would save her life. Besides, haven't you heard of artificial insemination? Or have you always lived in a cave?"

Jacob eyed Edward's offensive stance and was ready to defend himself if needed. Although the idea was crazy, Jacob had to admit that it might be the only thing that could save Bella's life. And to see her stomach swelled with his child…healthy and glowing, like an expecting mother should be…it was an admittedly enticing prospect. Seeing Jacob's hesitancy, Edward pounced in once again.

"If you want, you can have involvement in the child's life. Perhaps as an uncle or some sort…"

At this, Jacob bristled, his thoughtful demeanor turned cold.

"An uncle? It would be my kid, wouldn't it? How about you be the damn uncle?" He shouted, his voice full of acid.

Edward spoke calmly, as if speaking to a child. Nevertheless, in his eyes, Jacob was a child.

"You don't know the first thing about being a father. I've lived much longer than you have. And think of how confused the child would be growing up; knowing that you were their father, but I hung around more than you did. This way would be easier."

Jacob hated feeling degraded by this masochistic idiot, but he had to admit that the blood sucker was right. "After all, isn't he like, a thousand years old? I don't know the first thing about raising a child…And Bella looks like she'll drop dead any day now if we don't get that thing out of her," he mused. Jacob stared at his shoe, as if the harder he stared at it, it might reveal the right decision to him.

"Okay…so say, hypothetically, I agreed to this stupid plan of yours. How are you going to get her to agree to this? It's her decision, after all. It's her body."

Edward's face was positively beaming, his radiant face full of hope. Hook, line, and sinker. Jacob was nearly in on the plan already.

"Don't worry about that. If we're both in on this plan…she'll give in eventually. I know she will," he said confidently before pausing. "What is your answer, Jacob? Because I need to know if I'm wasting my time here. If you decide against this, and it turns out that you've practically sentenced her to death, I rather spend my time with her than out here with you." The words sounded cold, but Edward had carefully chosen them, making sure to make this boy, who was desperately in love with Bella, feel guilty.

And it worked.

Jacob cringed at the words. He had come over here, intending on killing all of them. But when he saw Bella, still warm and human, he was once again obligated to save her life. He had promised her that he would be there until her heart stopped beating. And dammit, he would uphold that promise. He looked the vampire in the eye, and nodded firmly.

"I'll do it."

Bella was curious of course as to what Edward and Jacob could possibly be talking about outside. In fact, she had attempted numerous times to get up and waddle to the door to listen, but those attempts were ridiculously futile. Instead, she lay on the couch, her hands gripping at her stomach. She breathed in short little puffs; if she inhaled or exhaled too strongly, it would hurt her.

She opened one eye as the door finally opened, both of her boys walking inside. Instantly, she knew…something was up. Edward looked too suave, and Jacob refused to make eye contact with her.

"What now?" she asked. Edward's face remained smooth, but Jacob looked up as if he were just caught with his hand in a cookie jar.

"What d'ya mean?" he stammered, trying all too hard to look nonchalant. Edward silenced him with a look and sat down in front of Bella, taking a hold of her hand.

"Honey…Jacob and I have come up with a solution for you to have a baby…while staying healthy at the same time," he said softly, stroking her skin. When she didn't say anything, he continued. "This baby…it's not healthy for you. I'd like you to allow Carlisle to abort him. Ah, ah, before you protest. If you want…you can get pregnant again. Jacob here has volunteered to donate his sperm. It's a simple procedure really. Carlisle will do it for you…" he trailed off as the look on Bella's face was transformed into a mixture of horror and scandal.

"Do you realize what you're asking me to do?" Bella asked, looking between both of the men she loved so much. "You're asking me to have his baby—and I'm not married to him. I'm married to you." She shook her head, almost violently, in protest. "No, no. I won't ever do it." Edward remained quiet, but Jacob could not. He walked forward and shoved Edward aside, knowing that with Bella there, he was safe from the temperamental vampire.

"Bella, you're such a freakin idiot sometimes. Last year, you nearly impaled yourself on a rock for no reason. And now you're going to keep this baby, and it's killing you. Are you blind?" Bella opened her mouth angrily, ready to jump in, but Jacob cut across her. "For once in your life Bella, shut up. Just shut up. Let us take care of you. How the hell are you going to get mad at me and your husband here when we're only trying to save your life? I'm not asking you to have sex with me. Shit, I'm not even asking you to have this kid with me. All I want is for you to abort that thing. Save us from your martyrdom."

Bella and Edward were both speechless, looking up at the giant boy, who seemed to be quivering of anger. He clenched his fists and growled in frustration, turning around so that he wouldn't be able to look at either of them.

"I needa get out of here... call me when you make a decision. That is, if you even ever make one."

With that, he strode out of the house, slamming the door on the only girl he had ever loved.

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