AN: Here's Chapter Three to go along with Chapter Two. This one's a little longer (okay a lot longer), BUT we have a little EPOV action! His is surprisingly difficult to write...I guess I'd rather be inside his pants than inside his head.

Disclaimer: Stephenie pwns. Seriously.

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Chapter Three: Some Kind of Miracle

EPOV

Jasper was trying desperately to block his thoughts from me, but every now and then a few would slip through.

"Damn it," Jasper whispered. I had just seen his next two moves that would take out my knight. Jasper looked at Carlisle. "Sorry, I let one slip," he said.

Carlisle sighed. "You know, I remember the days when someone would play this without the mind reading and the war strategizing. Those were the days," Carlisle said with a chuckle.

I laughed. "Sorry to take the fun out of it."

Should I take his pawn? Emmett thought. I shook my head, telling him no. "Not yet," I said out loud, knowing neither Carlisle nor Jasper would understand what that responded to.

Go for the rook? I nodded, and Emmett made his move. I smiled as I saw the different plays that were lying out in front of me.

Carlisle was deep in thought, and I could tell Jasper was trying to find some new moves for Carlisle to make. Suddenly, a loud crash came from the kitchen. The sound of a bowl breaking echoed in the living room.

I ran to the kitchen at vampire speed. "Bella!" I yelled, as I saw my love lying on the ground. Shards of the ceramic bowl she had been holding were spread out everywhere, but luckily she hadn't been cut. I kneeled down next to her. "Bella!" I yelled again. Her eyes were shut, and she wasn't responding.

I quietly listened to her heartbeat—it was a little fast, but regular. I picked her up in my arms and carried her over to the couch, trying to find what was wrong. "Bella, wake up," I said, nudging her and slightly shaking her.

Let me look, Carlisle thought. I moved to the side so Carlisle could get a good look at Bella. He lifted her eyelids, one at a time, and said, "Bella, honey, wake up."

"Bella, can you hear us?" Emmett said. He was standing behind the couch, bending over to get close to Bella.

"We need to take her to the hospital," Carlisle concluded. Before anyone could respond, I slid my arms underneath Bella's body and lifted her up. We'll take my car, Carlisle thought.

We all ran to the garage, and I slid in the back seat, Bella still in my arms.

I'll stay and call the girls, Jasper thought. I nodded to him before I shut the door. I knew he still had trouble being around humans, especially at a place like a hospital. Carlisle slid into the driver's seat, while Emmett occupied the passenger's. We were off, and in less than ten minutes we were in the hospital parking lot.

I ran at a fast human speed into the hospital, still carrying Bella. Carlisle and Emmett were close behind me. As I ran in, the nurses quickly rushed over to us to help.

"My wife…Bella…she passed out and she won't wake up," I stuttered.

A gurney was there to take Bella, and I hesitantly sat her down. She was still unresponsive, but her heart rate was good. Carlisle quickly ordered tests and such to be done to see what was wrong, while Emmett and I stood by. I grabbed her hand, and squeezed hard, willing her to wake up.

God, what's wrong? What happened? Bella… Emmett thought.

I nodded, not wanting to speak. I was afraid I would start sobbing my dry tears, or I would yell at everyone for not being able to fix my love. Poor Bella…what had happened?

Carlisle rushed her into a room, and waved smelling salts in front of her nose. The smell of those was rancid, even now. I saw her eyelids flutter, but they would not open.

"Come on, Bella. Love, please," I whispered, still gripping her hand.

"Bella. Bella, it's time to wake up," Carlisle said in a firm tone. He waved the salts again in front of her, this time her eyes started to open.

"Edward," she grunted.

"I'm right here, love, I'm right here," I said, kissing the side of her face. I brushed back a loose strand of hair.

Her eyes were fully open now; the cloudy look was slowly disappearing. "Edward. What happened? Where am I?" she asked with a groggy voice.

"You're in the hospital, love. You passed out and we couldn't wake you," I explained.

You'd think she'd recognize the hospital in an instant; she's so familiar with it… Emmett thought.

I shot him an evil look. Now was definitely not the time for jokes.

"Bella, I'm going to take some blood so we can run some tests, okay?" Carlisle said, the needle already in his hand.

A scared look crossed her face, but she just quietly nodded.

Do you mind if I…? Emmett thought. I shook my head. Regardless of any of our records, watching someone draw blood was too much of a temptation.

As Emmett left the room, Carlisle hesitated. If you need to leave… Carlisle thought.

I shook my head. "No, I'm staying," I said firmly. I was foolish enough to not watch Bella at the house. I wasn't going to let her out of my sight from now on. How ridiculous was I? I can't believe I just let her fall…

Carlisle stuck the needle in her arm, and Bella flinched. The blood immediately pooled into the vials, and I could feel the venom well up into my mouth. I swallowed it back down. The burn at the back of my throat became a little more evident, but I ignored it by pushing all of my focus on Bella.

I ran my hand over her hair, as her big beautiful brown eyes stared up at me. I could see that she was trying to show me she was okay, but I saw the underlying pain in her face. God, she was in pain. I knew something was wrong earlier, but being the horrible person that I am, I just let her keep going. I should have been more persistent. I should have done something then…

BPOV

I turned my head towards Edward, trying to avoid seeing the needle in my arm. You would think that after all the times I've been in a hospital, I would get used to needles, but it just wasn't true.

I looked up at Edward, and I could see worry across his face. I smiled slightly, trying to hide my pain. I didn't know what was wrong with me, but hopefully we would find out soon. I hoped it was nothing too serious—after all, tomorrow was my birthday, and I was expecting to be changed soon.

"All done," Carlisle said after a few moments. I hesitated over looking at Carlisle; afraid I might see the blood. I could tell Edward hesitated as well. I slowly turned my head to face Carlisle.

"So, what now?" I asked.

He smiled softly. "Wait. We're going to run some tests with the samples I just took, and then if nothing shows up, I can discharge you." He lightly patted my arm and said, "just be patient. I'll be back shortly."

Carlisle quickly and quietly left the room, leaving Edward and myself alone. I looked back at Edward, and it seemed like he was blaming himself for everything.

"I knew something was wrong, this morning," Edward mumbled, more to himself than to me.

"Edward, I'm fine. It's probably just a bug that's going around or something," I said. I didn't really believe it myself, and neither did Edward.

He gave me a harsh look. "Bella, I think it's more than that. You completely passed out today! We couldn't wake you until we got here," Edward said with worry lacing his velvet voice.

"Well, I guess we'll find out soon," I said. I didn't really feel like arguing, especially since the nausea was back. I moan slightly.

"What's wrong?" Edward asked, trying to find a place to lay his hands on my body.

"Nothing, I'm just a little nauseous," I said quietly. I looked at him with as serious of an expression I could muster. "I'm fine."

"Obviously not," Edward said, with an equal amount of seriousness.

I huffed. "Can we not do this? Can you just get up here and lie down with me?" I asked, patting the side of the bed.

Edward sighed, as he climbed up on the hospital bed. He wrapped his cold arms around my shoulders, hugging my body close to his. I buried my head in his chest, trying to suppress every wave of nausea that hit me. Edward lightly kissed the top of my head, then my forehead. I kissed his chest, and squeezed his body tighter.

"I love you," Edward mumbled into my hair.

I smiled. "I love you too," I responded.

We lied there for what seemed like endless moments, and I started to doze off to sleep. I heard my name being whispered quietly, and I realized Edward was trying to wake me.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Bella." I looked over, and I saw Carlisle standing in the room. I hadn't even heard him come in. "I've got the lab results back," he said.

"That was quick," I said, twisting my body so I could face Carlisle.

"Well, I figured if I ran them myself, we could get the results quicker," Carlisle said. He paused and shifted the folders that were in his hand. I could tell he was slightly uncomfortable. "So, I've got good news and I've got…interesting news."

I raised my eyebrow, when Edward asked, "Interesting news?"

Carlisle sighed, and looked back down at his papers. He walked over and sat down in the chair next to the bed. He looked me straight in the eye, and placed a cold hand on my arm. "Good news is there's nothing wrong with you. Your iron levels are a little low, but adding certain foods in your diet can help that."

I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. "That is good news," I said with a smile.

"And the interesting news?" Edward asked, obviously irritated by Carlisle's choice in words.

Carlisle sighed again, and shifted in his seat. "Bella…the results from your blood work indicate that—that you're pregnant."

I felt Edward's grip tighten every so slightly. I stared at Carlisle; then I laughed. "Okay, okay. This is where you tell me something huge but not true, just to break the real news to me a little easier."

Carlisle and Edward both did not reflect the humor I found in it. "No, Bella. I'm serious. This explains the lower abdominal pains," Carlisle said, gesturing towards my stomach.

I blinked a few times, trying to get the words to register. "No—n—no…I…we…no," I stuttered. "I can't get pregnant," I gestured towards Edward and said, "vampire, remember?"

A faint hint of a smile appeared on Carlisle's face. "I remember Bella, but I'm just telling you what your blood work told me."

"Well, it got mixed up, because that's just not possible with me," I said.

"Bella, I did the blood work myself. It didn't get mixed up."

I stared at Carlisle, waiting for him to explain how this was all a big joke. It had to be…me pregnant was not an option. But I saw no betrayal of the words he had spoken to me. He was being serious, and as I looked over to Edward, I could tell that Edward believed every word. "This isn't possible. Maybe it's a false reading!"

"Bella, blood work is pretty much the most accurate way to detect pregnancy," Carlisle said. He sighed. "I don't know how many different ways I can say this, Bella. You. Are. Pregnant."

"…Not possible," I mumbled.

Carlisle stood, although his hand remained on my arm. "Bella, let's be honest. You and Edward's relationship have a lot of different firsts…this could be just another one. We never thought a vampire could carry on a relationship with a human, until you two. We never had heard of someone willingly becoming one of us, until you. We never thought a vampire was able to reproduce…"

"Until us," Edward said. This had been the first time I heard him spoke since Carlisle broke the news.

"Exactly," Carlisle said with a smile.

He's…smiling, like this is a good thing! I looked at Edward, and he was smiling too! I couldn't believe it…

I narrowed my eyebrows and lowered my voice. "Carlisle, we need a minute alone, please."

Carlisle's smile faded. He looked at both of us and said, "of course." With that, he quietly walked out the door.

"Bella," Edward whispered in my hair. I pulled my head off of his chest, and sat up in bed. "Bella, what are you thinking?"

I looked at him, and I felt…I felt angry. Despite the small hint of worry on his face, I could see that he was thrilled, and this angered me. Tears formed in my eyes as my face turned red. I started bawling, unable to control myself. I put my hands over my face, trying to hide myself. What does all this mean? I can't be pregnant! There weren't a lot of things in this world that were for certain, but I had always counted on the fact that me never being pregnant was definitely, without a doubt, for certain. Now, everything had changed.

"Bella, don't cry," Edward said as he ran his hand through my hair.

"Don't cry? Don't cry!" I said through my sobs. "What do you expect me to do, Edward?"

Edward's eyes darkened. "You don't want the baby," he said, more of a statement rather than a question.

"No! Wait…" I said, "I didn't mean that. I just…this is so unexpected! Do you know what this does to our plans, Edward? We had plans!"

"Shh, Bella, I know, but plans change…"

"Well, obviously!" I was taking my anger out on the wrong person, and I knew it, but I couldn't control what I was feeling. "Edward, I will be nineteen tomorrow. Nineteen. I'm too young to have a baby!"

Edward smiled slightly. Now was not the time to smile. "Yes, but you have a houseful of vampires who are all at least 70 years old, so that kind of balances out…"

I narrowed my eyes. "Don't joke with me, Edward."

"Sorry," Edward whispered. "Listen, I know this is a surprise, and not the least planned, but that doesn't mean we can't do this."

I began to protest, but Edward held a finger to my lips, silencing me. "Hear me out. I know you're ready to become one of us. I know you had accepted the fact that you would never have children. But honestly, Bella, after a century you kind of forget why you were so eager to give that up. Even while I was alive, I was ready—I was ready for a wife and for children. After I changed, I convinced myself that I didn't need either; my new family was enough for me. But I was wrong. After I met you, I realized that desire to have a family never truly went away. But, for some crazy reason, I was blessed, because I finally got the wife I had always wanted. And now…now I'm being blessed again. Honestly, I don't deserve it, but someone somewhere thinks I do. I'm finally getting the child I've always wanted. I've just been given the miracle of the family that I have desired, have longed for, for over a century. I know you're scared, and from the sound of it, pretty angry. But I can't sympathize with you, Bella. I want this, more than anything. I know you don't understand now, but maybe…maybe after a century or two, you finally will."

The tears that had been running from anger turned to tears of regret. He was right. We had been blessed; this was a gift, and I had been angry over it. I looked at Edward's beautiful stone eyes, and I saw that there was nothing but love in them; no hate, no anger, no regret…just love. I sniffled and wiped the tears off of my face. I was being selfish…I was only thinking of me. This…child was just as much his as it was mine.

"Edward," I whispered. I ran my hand along his cold face and traced his bottom lip with my finger. "I'm sorry," I said. My throat was sore from the crying.

Edward smiled softly. "I know. And I do understand that this was…a surprise, to say the least. But you forget who your family is," he said with a smile, "we're pretty good at rolling with the punches."

I smiled, and wrapped my arms around his torso. His strong arms snaked around my shoulders as he pulled me into his lap. "You're right. I'm sorry," I said again.

"Don't be," Edward mumbled into my hair. He kissed the top of my head for more reassurance. "Carlisle is coming back," he said after a few moments.

I nodded, and just then his head popped through the open door. "How goes it?" Carlisle asked quietly.

Edward nodded, and Carlisle fully entered the room. He looked at me with my red face, and back at Edward. I could feel Edward nodding again, probably to a silent question.

"Bella, we can all go home now. I signed your discharge papers," Carlisle said with a soft voice.

"Thanks," I mumbled. "Um, Carlisle?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm…I'm sorry, about earlier. I shouldn't have been so rude, I was just…"

Carlisle's smile cut me off. "Hun, I understand. Don't worry about it."

"Thanks," I mumbled again.

"So," Carlisle began, "how are we going to tell the family?"

Great. I hadn't thought about that. How were we going to tell them that something they thought impossible was not only possible but also actually happening? I guess this was a blessing and a curse.

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