A.N: Hello!

A quick thank you to all of my reviewers : ) So I read this fic, and the writer was asking for reviews, pleading as most of us do. *shifty eyes* so I wondered, what would happen if you asked people to not review?

I'm not testing that theory, I was just wondering lol.

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Chapter 4 – Fears

The nightmares continued.

At first, I thought that my mind was restless because I was homesick; but even as I considered it, the theory didn't make much sense. I hadn't completely seperated myself from Seth and Mom. As the days of nightmares turned into weeks, I started to realise that my problem definitely had nothing to do with homesickness.

Edward was quietly, yet obviously terrified. He continued to insist that I spoke to Carlisle about the problems, and got an evaluation to try and treat my problem with nightmares. When I refused, he demanded for me to speak to some doctor, even if it wasn't Carlisle.

I became angry at his continual pressing of the matter. I was trying to forget the nightmares during the day; I didn't want to be plagued by them for my waking life as well as my unconscious one. When Edward continued to plead and beg, I snapped at him. He drew into himself, flinched every time I made a sudden movement and looked at me with large, haunted black eyes when he thought that I wasn't looking.

As one week stretched into two, I found myself being violently sick after my nightmares. My sickness only served as the catalyst for disaster as Edward took up an exceptionally firm tone and tried to play the guilt card on me. He gave me an ultimatum. I had to take myself to the doctors, or he would do it, even if I kicked and screamed the entire time.

His quiet, calming tone set off my stubborn side, and my skin flushed as I raged and stormed at him in fury. The atmosphere in the house was hideous, and I frequently left to try and clear my head. Unfortunately, the red haze of anger and tiredness followed me wherever I went. I felt hideous, and the guilt ate away at my insides every time I blew off my steam at Edward.

As we came closer to the 'three week' mark, since the nightmares had begun, somebody in the Cullen house decided that it was time for them to stage an intervention.

It was a sunny Tuesday morning. I imagined Edward glittering like a disco ball as I slowly returned to consciousness, and I smiled at the image, momentarily content. My nightmares hadn't been quite as severe as they usually were, and I was in a content mood. I smiled, my fingers grasping at the sheets as I looked for my husband.

I came up short, and one of my eyes opened.

He was gone.

For a moment, fear locked around my heart like ice. I was terrified that he had left me for good, that he wouldn't come back. My eyes filled with tears of anger and fear as I looked around the room for some hint as to where he had gone.

My eyes stopped on a small yellowing envelope. I picked it up, noting the fact that someone – it wasn't Edward's handwriting – had written my name in elegant, cursive handwriting. My hands were shaking as I read through the note.

Leah, it said.

Alice and Rose decided that you needed to speak to somebody other than us. I'm hurt. Anyway, she's expecting you to arrive at about midday. Don't dawdle, your Mother is waiting! Have fun today, take a load off and hopefully when you come back both you and Eddie will be in a better mood.

Run safe now,

Emmett xxx

I smiled, a sense of excitement filling me as I realised that I would be speaking to my Mother. Something about the idea was solid, comforting. I found myself beaming as I ran to my wardrobe, flicking through my articles of clothing and finally producing a pair of sweatpants. When I was a new wolf, I always wore sweatpants because they were relatively disposable. Of course, the pair that I had now was designer, but they were probably still cheaper than my jeans.

I rushed into the bathroom, imagining the scent of the sea water in La Push, and the comforting smile of my Mother as I prepared for the day.

The run didn't take as long as I'd originally anticipated.

Under normal circumstances, I would have taken my time with the run, and enjoyed the scenery as it whirled past me at top speed. However, on my way down to La Push, I could only focus on my destination, and for that reason, it seemed as if my paws moved twice as fast, clouds of dirt forming behind me.

It took about an hour and a half, altogether. I was impressed, and I smiled in my wolf form as I caught the familiar scent of the wolves. It was slightly strange, almost unpleasant considering the fact that I was used to the scent of vampires. I shrugged it off, continued my running until I found myself at the edge of First Beach.

I phased back, wandered across the beach in my bare feet. The sand against my toes brought back a world of memories, but I fought them back. I was there to enjoy my time with my Mother, not become submerged in the slightly depressing past.

Jacob. The name of my friend echoed around my head. I increased my speed, trying to get away from the memories; as if I could outrun them.

The ceremonial goodbye had taken place on First Beach. I could recall the day with perfect clarity.

The sea was a deep, foreboding grey as I strode across the sand, not allowing my feet to sink. I was focused, one foot after another as I walked. If I tried to think about anything else, I would fall apart. The cool hand that was firm around my own was a source of comfort. I looked up into the eyes of my husband, and he nodded at me, squeezed my hand to give my strength.

I flinched, feeling my hands clench into fists as the memory flashed, and I recalled the coffin as I passed the midway point of the beach.

It was a double coffin. They had always been exceptionally close, and it was no different. I was grateful that it was a closed casket funeral; I wouldn't have been able to manage seeing their faces, tranquil and still. I stiffened, my hand forming a vice around Edward's. He shot me a look, squeezed my hand again.

The coffin was oak, with golden handles and a display of flowers across the top. Freesias littered the top of the coffin, pale white, and some lilac lavender lightly perfumed the air. It was beautiful.

I quickened my steps, fighting the onslaught of emotions.

"They're in a better place," Edward whispered to me, trying to soothe.

I looked across the beach to where Billy sat in his wheelchair. The ancient grief in his eyes astounded me. He was a burning man. His wife, his son and his daughter in law... I stiffened, trying to stop the tears as I thought of the unimaginable pain that he must have been in.

"That doesn't make it all right," my voice cracked.

"I know," he whispered, putting an arm around my waist. I pulled a tissue from my black coat, dabbed at the tears in my eyes.

My walking quickly turned into jogging, my mind repeating a mantra. Come on, come on, control yourself...

My Mother, Billy, and Renee and Charlie had organised the events of the funeral. The coffin would be sent out to see on a small raft, and it would be set alight. It would be visible from the cliffs of La Push; everybody would know what was happening. They would be sent off in the evening, when the clouds were greying but it was still just light enough to be able to see.

"It's time," Edward whispered, his voice barely audible.

I watched as the raft was pushed out to see by the more senior members of the Pack. Tears cascaded down Seth's cheeks as the raft drifted outwards, burning fiery orange and red. I cried silently, catching the tears on my cheeks.

I imagined the fear that they would have felt in that final moment, imagined the way that they would have unconsciously grasped onto one another for protection... I closed my eyes for a moment, wishing that it was all some hideous nightmare.

I full on sprinted from the beach, my breathing ragged – but not from exertion. My face felt hot, but I had managed to prevent any tears coming to my eyes. I sat down on one of the benches at the edge of the grassy verge leading down to the beach, buried my head in my knees for a moment.

"Leah?"

My head snapped up instinctively at the sound of my brother's voice. Without even thinking about what I was doing, I had propelled myself towards him, and I proceeded to bury my head in his shoulder, breathing heavily and trying to rid my mind of the memories that had plagued me just a few moments ago.

"Seth!" I said, ecstatic as I shook off the last of my sombre thoughts, hugging him tightly.

"Whoa sis, don't crush me," he said with a laugh.

"Did Alice call? Or Rose," I added as an afterthought.

"Don't know," Seth replied. "I've been on patrol all night. I was just on my way home, actually. Fancy a race?"

I grinned at the challenge.

"Dude, I will thrash you," I said with a smirk.

Seth lowered his stance, leaning forwards with one leg outstretched behind him.

"I bet you can't," he said with a provocative grin. "Three, two, one, go!"

"...Damn it, Leah..."

I was laughing as I tore straight up the stairs leading into the house. I crossed the lounge, bounded into the kitchen and enveloped my Mother into a large hug. She made a noise of surprise, but she laughed loudly and turned in my embrace to return the hug.

"Leah!" she said with a huge smile. "Oh, I've missed you so much..."

"I've missed you too," I said, not relinquishing my hold. It had been too long since I last saw my Mother. I hadn't quite realised how much I'd felt her absence. Esme was the perfect Mother, but I wasn't a child. Sometimes it was nice to go back to pretending to still be Mother's girl.

Mom told me to go and shower, and so I did, albeit grudgingly. I washed my hair, smiling at the gesture as I noticed that there was a bottle of my old minty shampoo in the shower. I didn't bother blow drying my hair, just left it to try naturally as I pulled on an old pair of sweats and a tank top.

"Coffee?" Mom called from the kitchen as I sank down onto the couch. I leaned back, enjoying the familiar feel of the couch as it sank.

"Not tea?" I answered with a question.

"Coffee or coffee," Mom answered, and I could hear the smile in her voice.

I grinned. "Coffee."

"The first one or the second?"

"Surprise me."

I was grinning at our banter as I heard the clinking of mugs, followed by the sound of the kettle boiling. I turned on the television, tuning out the sound of the news as I looked around the room.

A new picture of Seth was present on the wall, I noted. She'd re-varnished the coffee table. There was a layer of dust on the mantel piece yet all of the pictures were perfectly clear of it. The photo of me was gleaming. I sighed. She misses me.

A couple of moments later, Mom entered the room. She held two mugs; a personalised 'Leah' mug and a 'World's Best Mom' mug. She put mine down on the coffee table, and I grinned widely.

It was tea; not coffee.

"I wanted coffee," I lied with a straight face.

Mom stuck her tongue out. "Shut up, drink."

I laughed, sat down and picked up the mug. Mom flinched as she watched.

"I still haven't gotten used to your resistance to high temperatures," she said, looking at my hands, which were wrapped around the mug. "That would have hurt me."

I chuckled. "Werewolf quirks."

We talked about normal things, at first. I discussed my life with Edward, she told me about life in La Push. When I asked about the 'man front' as I had dubbed it in my own mind, she suddenly went quiet and a subtle flush lit up her cheeks.

"...Mom?" I asked, my tone incredibly surprised.

"Nothing's going on," she said, and I could tell that she was telling the truth. "Charlie Swan has been spending a lot of time here... we're both lonely now, you see. Since Bella, bless her soul, passed, we've been spending time together. He's a very gentlemanly man," she smiled. "Besides, it doesn't matter. He's not looking for a relationship, so nothing will come of it. Still, it's nice to dream a little."

I laughed, hugged her. "Never stop dreaming, Mom."

As our conversation faltered a little, Mom spoke up.

"Alice told me that you needed to come down."

I stiffened, waited.

"Why is that, Leah?" she asked, and her tone wasn't accusing, just questioning.

I sighed heavily, ran my hands across my face. I let out a small groan, of frustration, before I turned my gaze to my Mother.

"I've been having weird... symptoms," I began. "And Edward has been insisting that I get them checked out. He's convinced that there's something seriously wrong... but I don't think there is. Whenever he demands that I get it checked out, I get stubborn and I end up fighting with him. And I feel bad... I want it to stop, Mom."

My tone was desperate by the time that I'd finished.

Mom was looking at me with a furrowed brow and icy blue eyes.

"What kind of symptoms?" she asked her tone quietly inquisitive.

Of course. My Mom is a nurse, and I forgot.

I wanted to face palm, but chose not to embarrass myself as I quickly reeled off my symptoms.

"Unnaturally vivid dreams about Harry..." Mom stiffened as I said his name, "Nausea and vomiting straight after these dreams. That's it, really. The nightmares are really affecting my sleep, so I'm always exhausted," I sighed heavily.

Mom's expression was quietly concerned as she looked at me.

"Have you been getting frustrated easily?" she asked.

"Yeah," I admitted, thinking on it.

"Soreness in your muscles? Aches and pains?"

I nodded tightly. "What is it?"

"Any... cravings, at all?"

I froze. "What?"

"Leah..." Mom asked, her voice almost a whisper. "Is it possible... that you could be pregnant?"

A.N: Thank you kindly! Drop me a review if you feel like it.

Okay. So this bit has a spoiler, but if you want to know reasoning, read on. If you don't, don't read. M'kay?

*SPOILERS*

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*SPOILERS OVER*

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PSS: REPLIES TO CHAPTER 3 REVIEWS - THANKS TO ALL REVIEWERS!

Brankel1 - I always loved the egg hunts. Still do, even though we haven't done them since I was about seven. :) glad that you liked the chap!

Jada91 - I'm not entirely sure. I think it's because she doesn't want to cause unnecessary and she doesn't particularly enjoy people fussing about her. As one of my favourite authors once said, 'when a character begins to keep secrets from the author, that is when they become real to me.' It'll come to me at some point :) thanks for reviewing, sorry that I don't really have a clear answer. It's just because she's being Leah, I think.

bibika94 - Glad that you liked the dream! It was surprisingly fun to write despite the creepiness of it. Hope that you enjoy this one, even if you're angry at me for writing in tension between the two :) Thanks for reviewing!

Marie One - Originally, I wasn't planning on kids. I just decided to when so many people were eager for it :) I quite like where it's going though. Thank you for the idea :) and thanks for reviewing! See you next time :)

Nnikkipooo - ... :D Thanks for your review! I hope that you liked the chapter :)

PhasingForms - That's so sad...

I didn't actually mean for the Leah and Harry storyline to become so big, but it's somehow made a place. I'm not even entirely sure why I added it in, I knew it would be difficult to write... Hmm.