Okay. I thought that this had to be posted now. It's another short one.

Natalie Merchant's song 'These Are Days' just came on. Very appropriate as Bella thinks about Peter.

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The world of Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer. What happens to her characters here is my fabrication.

The day of the funeral was gorgeous. I liked to think that Peter had something to do with that. Once upon a time, he and I discussed how drab funerals were, and that we would want people to wear happy colors at ours. I chose to wear a dress that he loved, and that he loved to take off me, when I saw him for the last time. It was a white sleeveless number with bright red little poppies all over it. He loved how it hugged my curves yet looked innocent at the same time, calling it my "fuck-me church dress." I smiled as I remembered wearing the dress on our honeymoon just ten days ago. We danced on the deck of the very private beach house we rented in Hilton Head.

Reality washed over me and pain seized my chest.

I'm not sure how long I sat on the edge of our bed, but the next thing I remember was Rose sitting next to me, brushing my hair and arranging it for me.

"I know that you might not want to talk about it right now, but I'd like you to make an appointment with me sometime in the next couple of weeks. I left some pre-natal vitamin samples downstairs for you. Try to take them with a bit of food, like a couple of crackers, okay?"

Rose would be the one to sneak in medical advice while comforting me.

"I already told Jess to fit you in whenever you can make it. And the new OB started a few weeks ago. You will have to rotate between us, but I will talk to him and explain things, if that is all right with you?"

I nodded, unable to trust my voice. Four days ago, I was making love to my new husband in this room, and now I was a pregnant widow. I just looked at Rose, searching her eyes for a hint of what to do, how to go on.

"Peter loved this dress on you," she whispered. "He made me promise that you would take it on your honeymoon at the beach."

I leaned in for a hug from her. I couldn't stop the sobs. She sat there, holding me, crying right along with me.

"Thank you, Rose. For everything."

"You're welcome, sweetie. Anything at all, midwife or friend stuff, just let me know. Emmett and I are here for you. Everyone is here for you."

We headed downstairs, where Charlie and Emmett were.

"We're meeting Alice, Jasper, JT, and Barb at the church, Bells. I'll drive us in your car, if that's fine with you?" Charlie said.

I nodded and gave him a small but sincere smile. I grabbed my pocketbook and we headed out the door.

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"I can't do this, guys. I can't fucking do this," I started to say as the church came into sight. Forks was so small that we didn't have a funeral home, and most people opted for the Community Church. Unfortunately, Forks' small size meant that many people also chose it for their wedding. In the span of two weeks, Peter had both events there.

I try to imagine myself in Bella's place. So empty and yet literally full of life.

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