Silence was something I didn't get as much anymore. I was always fussed over by Rosalie and Edward. Being alone was something I didn't get as much as well. Should I be happy that I got that now? I was plenty pleased but what if my baby started to react? I'd have to manage –I had done it a few times so far.

Many options on using my free time were possible. I could only think of just thinking more. I had been so involved with what was going on that I hadn't given much thought to my dreams.

Sadly, the people I made up were only imaginative, not real. I'd like for them to be people I knew outside of my sleeping state. No matter what, though, they weren't and I couldn't change that anyhow.

Nicholas, my Edward when in dreams, was like Alice when basing your thoughts off of powers. He was like Edward in personality. Nicholas, the man I had suddenly gotten to know and love, was in love with me. I'll even admit, though he was my Edward, he was different in some ways. Edward would've never gone that far with the kiss we had shared. Basing from my mind and how I wished some things were, he got that way by me wishing Edward would take kisses to longer lengths. It was all based around how I thought, wished, and imagined, I realized. It was good to finally realize that –I was always so confused.

Hanna, though, was like Rosalie. She had the spunk and attitude that displayed in Rosalie's actions. She was like Edward with how far powers went. She was rude when necessary or unnecessary and kind when feeling like it. There was honestly nothing more to say about Hanna.

Alexander, however, didn't fit the bill. At first, I thought he was Jasper but then I realized there characteristics didn't quite add up. Was he just someone made up, containing possible characteristics of Emmett and Jasper? I decided that he would have to be.

Then, overall, the fight with the Volturi was odd. I certainly didn't want to fight the Volturi in real life and why would I, then, feel the need to in my dreams? It didn't make sense. But, then, when thinking more thoroughly, I did want to save the child from them. The child is how I came to using these made-up people in my dreams to help me. I was the controller. I controlled my dreams, the plot, setting, and how things would be done. When admitting that, I felt guilty. Nicholas, Hanna, Alexander, and the unknown trio I hadn't yet met weren't real. I had made them up…and they weren't real. But how? They seemed so real, not imaginative figments that I had locked up in my mind.

I sighed and rested my head back against the pillow on the bed I now spent my days in. I wanted to be able to walk around like I had been able to in my dreams.

With that, I rested my head back and feel asleep into a dream that didn't involve Nicholas, Hanna, or Alexander at all.

It was later on that day that I woke up to a troubled atmosphere. What was out of place? I glanced around at the people I loved so dearly. My eyes first traveled to Alice and Jasper who were finally back. Or had they been back for a while already? It didn't matter as I still searched for the source. I next turned to Carlisle who was standing near Jasper and Alice, glancing at me with a blank expression. I didn't see Esme but these days she usually spent upstairs. Emmett was seated on the couch, Rosalie standing not too far away from me. Her face was laden with panic. Why? I then turned to Edward who I then realized was holding my hand, kneeling down beside me. His face was the same as usual: agonized and panic-stricken. But there was something about it that looked out of place. I searched more, my eyes squinting in confusion. I turned my head slowly to my stomach and saw it still bulging as usual. The tube still ran to the machine next to me. The only thing that surprised me was that there were more tubes leading to the machine. Yet, I had a bad feeling that still wasn't it. I turned back to Edward who was staring at the window now, and I saw furry paws and a big head peering through the glass.

Jacob.

It was obvious that it was Jake, his russet-colored fur standing out through the rain that poured outside, pounding against the window.

I turned back to Edward and asked shakily, my voice even worse today, "Please, Edward, what is it?"

Rosalie hissed, not saying anything but it was obvious to what she thought; she was angry I had asked. Was it that bad, then?

My eyes still locked on Edward's face as he turned back to me. I waited another second before persisting, "You have to tell me. I can see something's wrong here, Edward."

"Why can't you just not ask and be clueless?" Edward hissed sadly.

"That's just it, Edward, I don't like being clueless."

Emmett chuckled by Rosalie. It was a nervous laugh, though. That made me all the more curious.

"I'm not going to ask again. I'll wait here all day." I said to him more angrily now. Or, that's what I wanted it to sound like; it sounded more like a harsh whisper.

"If that's so, you're just going to have to." Edward said.

"Edward, that will only make her anxious and endanger the baby and her." Rosalie butted in.

Edward sighed and, silently, admitted that she was right. He looked back up at me and began, "You know how the thoughts of Jake's pack are always heard? Or the past conversations they've had aren't private when in wolf form? Well, Jacob was thinking about you and the conversation from yesterday and his pack just so happened to hear. They immediately reacted and decided that you should…" he paused, his face scrunching up in pain, "kill you. They thought the…baby would cause interference when born and that they should end it before it starts. With that, Jacob refused the attack they planned on making tonight and somehow left the pack. Seth came with him so now they have their own little pack that run patrols around the border, guarding you from them." Edward finished with his eyes locked on the ground, his eyebrows narrowed.

I gasped and Edward looked up, his face cleared. I shook my head, knowing he thought that I was in pain. They wanted to kill me? And, with doing that, killing my little nudger? I wouldn't let them. But hearing what Jacob had done yet again for me brought me back to our last conversation:

"You know, Jake, I don't deserve him. I don't deserve the both of you. You're both always looking to please me but you should know that just having you here –knowing you both care, is more than enough."

Like I had said, knowing they both cared was more than enough.

Maybe, though, he did it for more personal reasons. Maybe he was tired of Sam's orders and demands of the pack. I had seen Jacob like that before. He had tried to hide it, though. Or, maybe that was the wrong approach to his actions; maybe he was doing it just for us and that was all there was to it. Both logics seemed correct so I guessed it was because of the both of them.

"Okay." I finally said. Rosalie looked at me as if I was crazy. Edward's eyes widened. My voice had been filled with such sureness and hinted on my relief. I was worried, though, that if bad things did end up coming our way, that Jake would once again get himself hurt.

"Yeah! That's the spirit, Bella! I'll knock those dirty, weird-looking wolves down a peg and—" Emmett began.

"Hush up, Em." Edward muttered, understanding why I had taken that so coolly.

"So…when do we next see that big lump of fur?" I asked, anxious now but my voice still remained quiet.

"Whenever he rolls by." Rosalie answered angrily.

"That sounds about right." I muttered under my harsh breaths.

Carlisle began to walk away but I called, "Carlisle? Can I get out of this bed and stay on the couch for a while?" I asked.

He turned back to us and glanced at Edward then Rosalie quickly, "I suppose so. Just as long as you keep the tubes in and try not to move so much." He answered.

Rosalie sighed, not really wanting me to move for my own health. She picked me up and Edward got up as well, moving the machine along with me so the tubes wouldn't fall out.

Emmett moved from the couch and walked over to one of the chairs against the wall. Rosalie sat me down gently then moved quickly to pick up a blanket for me. I was all ready shivering when she covered me up.

Edward moved the machine and sat down next to me, pulling me to him. I sighed as his coolness seeped into me and tried my best not to shiver so he wouldn't move away.

"Rest, Bella, my love. Dream happy dreams. Dream…" Edward murmured. I smiled when he began to hum my lullaby and kept humming long after I was asleep…