This story was only ever meant to be a one-shot about the phone call--until it started getting story alerts, and a reviewer mentioned that I should continue. The more I thought about it, the more it seemed like a good idea. The next big section in Breaking Dawn is from Jacob's POV; what about Bella? What about Rosalie? How does Edward react at first, and when does he become the total mess he is when Jacob sees him?

I'm roaming into fairly unknown territory here, so my idea of the story may not exactly match up to what you imagined. Either way, I hope you can enjoy this for what it is.

I vomited twice on the flight home. A half-vampire fetus plus a half-day of air travel equals one sick Bella.

The hours passed in silence, save the sound of the wind passing over the wings. Edward said a few words, but I made it clear that I wasn't ready to talk. He held me protectively, and held my hair back as needed. I avoided his eyes, for the most part. I wasn't ready to face the guilt and the panic I knew they would hold.

I was already feeling so maternal. My hands flew to my belly during the turbulence, and again during the rough landing of the small aircraft. During those times, Edward fidgeted impatiently, shooting daggers in the direction of the cockpit—possibly contemplating a hijack. He could probably fly the plane better than the pilot.

When we were finally safe at the airport in Seattle, Edward insisted on carrying all of our bags himself, including my purse.

"You know, normal humans can't carry three large suitcases," I warned.

"If anyone asks, I'll say they're full of pillows," he replied, determined.

It wasn't that I didn't want Edward's protection—but his protectiveness of me was the very reason he wanted to destroy what was growing inside of me. His child. Vomit crept up my throat for the third time, and I swallowed it back.

Edward set the slow pace as we walked hand in hand. When we got to the baggage claim, I saw my new family waiting for us.

Carlisle was already looking straight at Edward, communicating something. His expression was hard. He was not Carlisle, my father-in-law; he was Dr. Cullen. Esme was at his side, holding on to his arm. Her eyes were filled with love and concern, darting back and forth between Edward, me, and my stomach.

Alice's face was serious, and she was concentrating very hard on something. It was a look I knew well: she was searching for a vision. I wondered idly why she hadn't seen anything about this before; regardless, I was grateful. Jasper stood back, distancing himself from the group. He looked pained. Today would not be a fun day to be empathic.

Emmett merely looked confused.

Then I saw her. Something clicked inside of me, and I pulled my hand out of Edward's, running towards Rosalie with my arms wide open. She stepped forward and embraced me eagerly, and, for a moment, I was completely reassured. We would figure this out, Rosalie and I. We would protect my baby.

After a few short seconds, I stepped away to observe the damage.

Edward and Carlisle were staring at Rosalie, clearly in shock. Esme and Alice looked at me with a similar expression. Emmett's eyes flitted everywhere, taking in the reactions, and Jasper backed slowly away from the group, no longer able to handle the proximity of such intense emotions.

The shock soon made way for other feelings.

After being part of the Cullens' lives for a year and a half, I was gradually becoming desensitized to them. Their supernatural beauty didn't always make me gasp like it used to; their powers seemed like nothing out of the ordinary; their habits became almost mundane. Most of the time, it was easy to forget that they weren't like me. They weren't human.

When the fight broke out, I had never been more aware of the fact that I was surrounded by a coven of vampires.

Edward and Rosalie were standing nose-to-nose, furious. Edward's lips were moving fast, but the words were too low for me to hear. Rosalie was holding her ground. Alice pushed in between them, moving her lips in Rosalie's direction and giving Edward pointed glances. Esme looked overwhelmed, and Carlisle was comforting her with more silent words. To me—and to all the humans nearby—it looked like a cast of movie stars filming a very emotional scene in a silent film. But there was no camera rolling, and no other logical explanation for the chaos going on in front of my eyes.

They moved just a fraction too quickly. They spoke a little too quietly. Their eyes had a bit too much fire in them. It was too much for me.

To know that this was my baby they were fighting about.

Life or death.

My body broke out in a cold sweat. The sounds around me seemed to rise rapidly in pitch before fading out completely. My senses were leaving me, one by one. I tried to ease myself to the floor, but, suddenly, I wasn't quite sure which way was down. My eyes clouded over.

Darkness overtook me, before I could even feel the thud I was expecting. The thud of hitting something rock hard.

My poor baby.

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