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Edward? Is she asleep? Come out. Carlisle's voice was strained.

I met him on the stairs. He looked torn.

We should talk—hunt?

"I don't want to leave her."

Rosalie will be there.

I hissed distrustfully.

She'll be fine. Esme is here for her too. We have to go.

I carefully moved Bella to our bed to tuck her in.

We darted the woods side by side. The woods were wet in a heavy mist. The air felt clean and fresh. Until a few moments ago I had been breathing thick air for a long time. First on Isle Esme. Then the whole way home. At every sight of her.

Let's cut this short, shall we. Gather the facts… Carlisle slowed down and we were sliding forward instead.

"She loves this daemon, and wants it… If her health is at risk I want to take it out. She won't let me."

Short alright. Good. His mind was silent for a moment. Edward, there is a alliance going on, everyone is taking sides.

"I know, but I shut most thoughts out today."

Carlisle didn't seem to respond to my words. That made me realize bad news was approaching. He was following an accomplished conversation. Scenario number one is what everybody wants—that everything will work out great for her—and you can live as a family. Then the work will be about the delivery.

He seemed concerned.

Scenario number two, she might obtain anything from this. Only time will tell. If that happens… I won't be there to take the baby out Edward. The alliance is very… Convincing.

I stalled. "What? Are you going to let her die?"

It's not that simple, Edward. A strong baby kicking her—causing her pain won't be reason enough. There are some suffering put in that category. If she's stable she can't be touched. If she is seriously injured with falling vital signs—I'll do it of course. But as long as Bella breaths on her own…as you say. We will let the baby develop fully…

I turned. Seriously considering pushing my fist through a tree.

"Who made up these rules about me and my wife?"

It's a chain of love, Edward. Rosalie won't leave her side. The baby is her main purpose. You know why. She will go physical on you. And you know Emmett. Even if he is with you by heart—he will never neglect Rose in a dissection of the group.

Dissection of the group?

I saw Carlisle's pain—telling me those words. Everything he'd worked for.

Esme… She feels…

"I know."

I have never been able to give her that Edward. She once had it—and lost it. She will love this child as if it where her own. Like she has loved you, Rose, Emmett, Alice and Jasper. She loves Bella too. A big part of my decision is to respect her wish. Esme would hate to harm her in any way—but she feels that a little time, support and… symptom relief could increase the chances. And I agree to that one. We have to be patient and see how far Bella can take this.

My mouth was a sharp line. "Alice?"

Alice has lost her confidence since she can't see Bella's future at all. She is supportive with everybody more or less. And she won't intervene in a fight—

"Jasper?"

Is with her on that…

"I guess that's fine. Let's watch her fade away," I murmured.

Don't be unfair… Bella is fine right now. And everybody will do anything for her at every obstacle. This is her wish too, remember. It's only about taking this as far as we can.

Maybe this was what I wanted too. Maybe the pain was a reaction to my ego—putting Bella's life aside for this child. I wasn't sure about the pain anymore, everything seemed to be pain. Either way everybody would hurt—it might as well be my wishes to ignore, not hers. Was the option to see her in pain of suffering this pregnancy—or in depression of losing this child? No, there was just one option left.

This was the one way street.

She would suffer. The only way she wouldn't was if she changed her mind.

I found that very hard to believe.

The only thing that was certain was I would never leave her side through these events. Whatever she chose and experienced I would be there for her.

It felt impossible to be that strong. To sit and watch.

"I am all alone."

I am by your side, always. I understand you. Your feelings aren't irrational. But imagine… the possibilities. I saw the love in your eyes myself—touching that heart beat, Edward. There isn't a daemon in there. It will be half human and half vampire, somehow. It will genetically be you and Bella.

The thought was appealing. But I despised Carlisle for wrapping this up to make me comfortable with the situation—because I wasn't.

We don't turn backs against each other in this family. The first step is to discuss how we feel. Try to help each other. Our home is not a social battlefield. But it could turn out that way.

"I won't excuse my outbursts, my words or my pains of watching her suffer."

Don't. You're entitled to your opinion.

I could see myself take this path every day, all over again. Joy, anger and pain overlapping each other.

No one was with me in this. And I could never fool myself to ignore the consequences and enjoy this moment with the others either. Every sight of her in pain would fuel my pain.

It was written in stone.

We hunted. But the distraction made the passion for it subside, it was routine and fruitless. I felt no thirst. It was less than a secondary need for now.

We met up again and Carlisle gained new courage.

Do you see the aspects Edward?

I watched him carefully. There was another chance of making things right?

Bella is already prepared for a life in eternity. If she makes this through—with suffering, on the edge of her losing her life—we might be able to convert her before her heart stops beating. That's scenario number three. But again, only time will tell what injuries she may get. And it's not as controlled as we had planned, but the possibility is there.

I never thought that far. But it felt obvious. "That's a given."

Of course. I'm just saying that even if she is suffering and you want secure her human life—we can wait the pregnancy out and convert her when her life is on stake—and she will have some kind of life, as a vampire.

"It's too big of a risk. And she will be suffering all the way. We can't trust that to work. She might die before—"

Yes. Bella's health could drop within seconds. The baby could injure her abdominal aorta and she will bleed out before we have a chance to diagnose her and take actions. The baby might live though…

I exhaled roughly to the idea and made a snorting sound.

I saw her lifeless body in our arms. We were desperately trying to change her with no effort. Her heart wasn't beating.

"I can't take this anymore! She will die!"

My fist cut right through the tree I aimed for. I felt nothing.

Please, Edward, look at me. We don't know anything for sure. But the risk is bigger than it is small. We don't know anything.

Kaure.

"This has happened before."

What now?

"I am not sure. But Kaure figured it out on the island."

What are you trying to say? Relax and tell me from the start.

"As you know she is part Ticuna Indian. She remembers legends since she was a child. About a woman who was slaughtered at child birth, by her own child. The pregnancy was induced by rape. The outcast who raped her escaped and was never found."

Carlisle released his prepared posture to change direction of the conversation.

"This was several generations of legends, which makes it old. But it might be true. Other legends filled in their blanks which lead to our kind. No one ever heard or knew anything about the child. She couldn't tell me much more than that the mother would die."

Carlisle looked thoughtful. Interesting…

Mythology was not a good laugh in our social groups. Everything was about the sources. Indians were among the more fundamental species. The Quileute tribe of La Push was a respectable source, for instance.

Well, it's not impossible that this could have happened before. But think about it, if this was centuries ago—the resources and the knowledge were probably poor, and with me being able to control this—it certainly increases the chances. So in that way it might not mean so much. For all we know—she delivered that baby by her self—unprepared. No vampires in hand who practiced medicine.

A small grin on his face tried to put me down on earth.

I sighed. I hated Carlisle in one way. He always found the perfect answer. It infuriated me. He sure knew how it affected me.

"Well, the story tells you how the birth will proceed if you don't help her."

The birth part I'll do. I promise you. I'll do my homework to be prepared.

"You better."

I had no smile to offer. Instead I threw a light punch to his shoulder.

He smiled.

Just in case I want us all to be prepared do help out during the delivery. We should all be well-read. Alice won't be able to help out. Her head is turning for the worse, being this close to Bella—but that's another story.

He put his arm on my shoulders. We stood there for a few minutes as he watched my personal inferno. Then he gave me a big hug before racing me back to the house.

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