Hurray! Okay, the name option remains as wide open as the Great Plains, which I've never been to, so forgive me if they're not wide open at all.

Thanks to diehardTWIhard, Amor0ccidit, and Megan Geyer for reviewing.

By the way, this is, in fact, inspired by Positive, Negative, Neutral (PNN) by Megan Geyer, and thus it would be wrong not to recommend it if you like Twilight characters having children. So be sure to check that out later.

Oh, yes, and we're starting in Edward's point of view, then moving on to cover everyone else who are, according to Bella/Stephanie Meyer, not as important.

Let's start the fun! –rubs hands together eagerly–

Days until ultrasound: 5

EPOV

"Edward," my head shot up at the sound of the soft, familiar, comforting voice that I'd come to know over the past few weeks. I saw the pale doctor enter the room more from memory than in the present. Carlisle stopped, embarrassed. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt," he said, as I was sitting in a soft, red armchair with a weathered red-covered book about someone from the twelfth century falling in love with a vampire.

"Oh, don't be," I said, setting the book aside. "That book's hard to understand. They talk funny."

Carlisle glanced over my shoulder at the book I had been reading. "That's been handed down in my family for centuries," he said thoughtfully. "It's how all the Cullens learned to read, since my great, great, great, great–and a couple more greats–grandmother wrote the pages by hand. I never had children."

"Why not?" I found myself asking. I knew it was an incredibly rude thing to say, but even so, I'd been wondering it for a while, and now seemed like the perfect opportunity. To make the question sound kinder, I added, "You're such a…handsome man."

Carlisle snorted and rolled his eyes. "Flattery," he said, "wears me out. I've never liked it. But to answer your question, Edward, I just simply haven't found the right girl yet."

I looked into Carlisle's eyes, his eyes that were still staring out into the distance thoughtfully, and, studying them for a few moments, I said, "I don't believe that."

Carlisle looked at me for the first time since I'd mentioned the old, red book. He seemed to be looking me over, from an artist's eye, you might say, trying to form a full opinion of me, right then. I didn't know how I knew he was doing this, but I did, and I waited patiently for him to respond.

"Don't you?" he murmured in a voice so quiet, it was almost to himself. I held his gaze. "Well, there is one…but she'd never want me."

"Who is she?" I asked eagerly.

"Nobody," Carlisle's voice was a little sharp, and then he worked to smooth it down. "She's a single mother; working very hard. And yet she seems to look so good while she's doing it." He shook his head incredulously. Then, as if realizing what he was doing, his featured hardened slightly. "But it doesn't matter anyway. Loves her kid too much."

Obviously uncomfortable with the conversation, Carlisle nodded his head at me, mumbling a farewell, and he headed slowly towards the exit. "Carlisle," I called softly after him. The doctor hesitated and looked at me. "What was it you were going to tell me?"

"Oh," Carlisle cried, looking dumbfounded that he'd forgotten. "Bella's here."

RPOV

Silence loomed over the room. I knew it had to be broken, and I knew that I didn't want to be the one to do it, either. But the cool, calm, thoughtful look on Nikki's face told me I didn't have a choice. "Well," I prompted, even my voice not completely filling the silence in the room. "What do you think?"

Nikki looked at me with what may have been empathy in her eyes – I couldn't really tell, as they were blocked by her blonde bangs–but her mouth stayed unmoving, as well as the rest of her body, almost as if she were a statue. After a moment of silence, she said in her cool, clear, reserved voice, "I am happy for them."

"You're happy for them?" I echoed. "Why?"

"Because," Jenni said with a soft, but firm confidence, "they have a bind now. There's nothing that can tell them they can't be with one another, because of the baby."

"But what if it's ruined their lives," I protested. "What if it breaks them up?"

"It won't," Jenni said, and I was surprised at her sureness in her answer. "It will bring them together."

"How do you know?" I asked. I'd asked her that question many times before; each time she never answered me, but changed the subject. This time, though, I saw what looked like a smile on her beautiful, pink lips that I had envied more than once.

"I know," she said, "because they have you. You'll help them pull through; I know you will. And," Jenni added the hope I'd had since I'd heard of the news, "maybe they'll let you treat their baby like your own."

I gave a soft, weak smile. "Do you think it'll be blonde?" I asked meekly.

Jenni shrugged. "Maybe." Then, as if to herself, "Maybe."

JPOV

"Jasper," I heard the voice before I saw him; I sat up quickly in bed, still jittery with old habits from living with Maria. I saw Peter first, then Charlotte, standing tall beside one another.

The first thing I noticed was that Peter's voice was flat, that it didn't seem to have any emotion whatsoever. The second thing I noticed was that both their appearances matched it. Peter's hair was messed up, sticking out like Sonic the Hedgehog. There were bags under his eyes, and a single, teensy-tiny zit on his chin. Charlotte didn't look much better. There were bags under her eyes as well, as her hair was also messed up. The colorful rainbow of highlights that normally streamed her hair in streaks, the colors wavering from green to red to purple depending on her mood when she dyed it, was gone. For the first time since we were all nine years old, Charlotte's hair was its natural black.

My eyes darting between the two of them, I said anxiously, "What's wrong?"

Charlotte sighed. "At least we know he's not a robot," she muttered under her breath.

I was in too much of a panic to care about her sarcasm. "Charlotte," I said softly, reaching out to touch the edge of her hair. "Your hair–"

"We're done, Jasper," Charlotte said, looked weary and solemn. "We're done living here. We're done with pity help. We're done with being cared for. We're just done."

"Done?" I repeated, astonished. "W-what do you mean?"

"We mean," Peter spoke with a surprising confidence, "that we're leaving, and we're not coming back. We mean that we're leaving Forks, and we want you to come."

I was stunned. It was a long time before I could say anything, and even then, I could only choke out in a whisper, "Alice."

"She's holding you back, Jasper," Charlotte said. Her eyes looked dead. "We have to leave her behind."

"But you were the one who wanted me with her in the first place," I shot back, quicker than I ever dreamed I could. Something about the thought of leaving Alice did that.

"I wanted you to be alive again," said Charlotte. "And now you are. Now it's time to move on."

"No," I snapped coldly. "That's my child in her stomach."

"She can get an abortion," Peter said quietly.

"No!" I put as much force as I possibly could into the word. "There is no freaking way on this entire freaking earth that I will ever" my voice wavered with anger "ever leave Alice. Not now. Not ever. I thought you understood that when I nearly got myself killed for her."

"That's why you need to come away with us," said Charlotte, looking concerned. "We need to protect you. I'm not going to risk your life for a girl, Jasper–"

"This isn't a girl," I shot back. "It's Alice. Now would you please get out?" It took all the strength I had to make my words calm.

"Jasper–"

"Get," I repeated slowly, "out."

And ever so slowly, as if they thought I was a lion about to strike, they did.

BPOV

"Good morning," Edward's grin greeted me almost before his face did as he stepped into view. He walked over and gave me a peck on the cheek. I blushed. "How are you today?"

"I'm fine," I said quietly, looking at my shoes.

"Bells," said Edward, waving a hand in front of my face playfully. "I'm up here."

I felt my blush deepen as I met his eyes. "I know."

APOV

Luckily, Carlisle had agreed to schedule my ultrasound quietly, so nobody in town would hear about it–especially my family. I knew my father would kick me out when he knew, and I knew it would only be a matter of time before he found out, but I wasn't that worried, actually. I could live with the Cullens, with Jasper. I wanted to be with Jasper more than ever now. But it was Cynthia I would miss, Cynthia with her childlike face that seemed to have the maturity of a thousand years; Cynthia with her long black hair and her love for reading, as well as writing. I knew I'd be depressed for a long time if she started to hate me.

More than anyone–besides Jasper and Rosalie–I wanted Cynthia by my side for my first ultrasound. I wanted my child to have its aunt close at hand while it was being probed and tested and scanned inside my stomach. But I had no idea how to ask her.

Finally, one day, while my dad was at work, I went slowly into Cynthia's room. "Cynthia?" I said slowly.

She was there, at the computer, typing up some story of the likes I did not know, and she looked up at me as I came in, scooting back away from the computer, as if she could not write under pressure. "Alice," she said, surprised.

"Can I talk to you?" I asked her nervously.

"Sure," said Cynthia, concerned now.

"But you have to promise not to tell Dad," I said. "You have to swear on your grave that you won't. You have to promise that if you tell him, you'll literally jump off a cliff for me."

Cynthia raised an eyebrow, but didn't question my request. "Okay," she said at last.

EPOV

"I want to know who it is," I said to Bella as we settled down into an old, white sofa. "Carlisle is the last person I'd think of when it comes to romance–this is big." I'd told her all about my conversation with Carlisle a few minutes ago, and now we were going to look through a yearbook to see if we could find the child of a single parent who Carlisle might like.

"It is quite unusual," Bella admitted thoughtfully. "I never thought him much for the ladies either–he seems to be focused on his career."

"He is," I agreed. "I think he only volunteered to let me stay with him because he thought he was running out of time or something–like he needed a kid now."

"That's ridiculous," said Bella. "He's only–what–thirty? Twenty-five? He's got plenty of time."

"Try telling that to Carlisle," I said. "Plus, that whole Alice and Jasper business must be unnerving him–who would've thought that two children of the next generation would have kids before he did. That must be getting under his skin."

"His wrinkle-free skin," Bella muttered under her breath.

"You wouldn't like it, would you?" I shot back, coming to the doctor's defense. "If some kids–that were basically still kids–had their own kids before you did?"

"Well, considering I'm still I kid, too, I'm not that worried," said Bella.

"But if you were thirty…?"

"If I was thirty," said Bella thoughtfully. "I would. Freak out, I mean."

"But you have me," I cooed, "and so that is not going to happen."

Bella seemed content in staying silent at that.

APOV

"Really?" Cynthia whispered. "I'm gonna be an…an…aunt?" I nodded silently. "Is it a boy or a girl?"

"I don't know yet," I admitted. "And I won't know for several months. But I am getting my first ultrasound on Saturday, and I really want you there. Will you come?"

"Of course," said Cynthia, looking surprised that I had asked.

"Don't tell Dad, by the way," I added, "because then you'll have to jump off a cliff."

"That wouldn't be fun," Cynthia muttered under her breath.

I shook my head with a smile. "Nope."

And…scene! Wait, I said that in the Prologue, so…cut? I don't know.

I came up with the idea, while I was in Texas, that I probably should have posted the Prologue before I left, to give you more time to think of names. But I didn't think of it until after I left, and besides, then we wouldn't have the title we do right now!

I am crossing my fingers and hoping that everyone who read What I've Done will read this one, too. But how will they know about it? Hmm. Perhaps I ought to inform them…perhaps I should let them figure it out by themselves. I don't know. Only time will tell.

Okay, I put up two chapters today, instead of my usual one, because I started the chapter early and thus it was done early, too. Let me know what you think, and of course, any new names you come up with.

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