DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT
A/N: Hey guys! I found that I'll actually update if I've written chapters ahead of where they're uploaded here on fanfiction. Today alone I've written at least three chapters!
Chapter Playlist: How You Love Me Now- Hey Monday Lying Is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have With Her Clothes On- Panic! At the Disco Far- Zly (Zac Farro) What the Hell- Avril Lavigne Josey- Hey Monday Need You Now- Lady Antebellum Crushcrushcrush- Paramore The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia- Reba McEntire New- No Doubt Ain't No Rest For the Wicked- Cage the Elephant Ex-Girlfriend- No Doubt All We Know- Paramore Breakeven- The Script Trapped In a Box- No Doubt White Horse- Taylor Swift
Previously
I slipped my flip flops on. "Can I come with you guys?"
She smiled brightly. "Yes! Of course!"
I followed her to the car where Dylan was waiting for us.
All three of us piled into the mini van and Dylan drove to the store. When I hopped out, Dylan walked to get junk food (it was his way of trying to get Fiona better) and Fiona and I walked to the fruits. She arranged the fruits in the stand that she liked. Eventually I got tired of just standing there. "Fiona?" I asked. "What are you doing?"
She looked around and blushed. She got her food and we met up with Dylan at the deli. We strolled through the aisles. I hate to admit it, but it was actually fun. Dylan and Fiona have a game where they race to get the most items on the aisle. When we're standing at the end of the aisle, dumping the groceries into the cart, we watch people staring at us.
"I'm surprised you guys haven't gotten kicked out of the market yet." I laughed when we were at checkout. Fiona smiled.
We ran to the parking lot. I was pushing the cart, chasing Dylan.
There was a slight drizzle outside and we threw the groceries into the trunk.
Dark clouds rolled in as we got into the car. "It's going to rain." Fiona stated.
Here in Pheonix, it rained, but it didn't really rain a lot. Probably only three or four times a year. We got back to the house and quickly put the food away so we could go outside. We sat down on the lawn as a heavy rain fell on us. Dylan stood up and grabbed Fiona's hand.
"May I have this dance?" She smiled her grin and stood up. Their arms wrapped around each other as they slow danced, getting even more soaked than before.
When lightening started to strike we went inside. We stood around the kitchen drinking coffee. My brown curls clung to my face.
Fiona cocked her head to the side. "Can I cut your hair?" She asked. I shook my head violently. "Dylan get the scissors for me?" She pouted and Dylan smiled deviously as I begged him not to. He went upstairs and grabbed a pair. He came back down and handed them to her. "We're also going to dye your hair." She smirked.
"No!" I shrieked. I cowered into the chair as she came closer.
"Yes Bella!"
"Be careful Bells! You'll be her mini me by the end of the night." Dylan laughed.
Then she was in front of me.
"For a pregnant woman, you move quite fast." She scowled and moved her hand towards my hair. Next thing I knew, I saw a brown curl fall to the tile. "You didn't!" I yelled. She smiled. "I might as well let you finish." I grumbled.
After a couple minutes she dragged me to her bathroom. I looked into the mirror. My waist length hair was now chopped off at my shoulders. I have to say though, she did a good job. "You made my side bangs bangs too thick." I complained to her. She was opening a cabinet to reveal shelves of hair dye.
"That was the point."
"Holy crap. It's like your own Manic Panic store." She smiled and raised her eyebrows. She pointed to each bottle as she listed them.
"Bleach Blonde?"
"No."
"Orange?"
I shook my head.
"Purple?"
"No."
"Light Purple?"
I laughed. "No."
"Dark Purple."
"Maybe."
"Maybe means yes." She plopped it onto the counter. "Lean over." She said as she slipped rubber gloves on. I cringed and obeyed her.
"What did I let you do?" I asked as I stared at my dark purple hair in the mirror.
I tugged on my hair. It looked black, but under the light you can see the purple. I huffed and walked out to the kitchen where Dylan started laughing hysterically at me.
"Bella, you've gone to the dark side."
I smiled sarcastically. "I've noticed."
I sat down and then Fiona plopped down next to me. We sat there and waited for the pizza guy to come.
"It actually looks really good." Fiona said.
I rolled my eyes and glared at Dylan who was laughing again.
"Bella! You've got mail!" Fiona yelled the next morning.
I hurried out of my room to where Fiona stood by the front door. On the weekdays we were stuck at home unless we wanted to go by foot since Dylan had to work.
I grabbed the envelope laying flat on her palm that was sticking out. My heart fluttered. I knew who it would be from. I walked over to the couch and sat down, debated whether or not to open it. Eventually I tore it open and a picture fell to my lap. I flipped it over and scanned my eyes over the two people in it. Well the person and the baby. Me and Ellie.
I sat down in the rocking chair as pictures were being take of Ellie. I rubbed my calves, the edge of my thumbnail gently pricking my skin. I pressed into it.
Then a nurse opened the thing that they keep premies in. Rosalie pointed the camera at me as Ellie was in the hands of the nurse. I braced myself for holding my child for the first time. Then I felt the softness of the furry blanket beneath her as she was before me, in my own arms. I felt a grin spread onto my lips. The camera in Edward's hand flashed at us. The beeping noise on the machines got louder and more urgent, but I ignored it, embracing the moment. I caressed her small cheek with my pinky. The lights were dim in the room so the cover could be take off her eyes. She stared at me with wonder. I could feel her breathing against my chest. I sighed in content.
"Hi, I'm your mommy." I whispered. I kissed forehead gently. "I love you."
"Shit!" Rosalie exclaimed. "Emmett, I told you to make sure the batteries were charged!" She playfully slapped his arm. I giggled.
She closed her eyes and her breaths came more and more slow. Until I didn't feel anything anymore and then the dead beep of the machines broke into the air. I looked up and saw Rosalie's face in shock and then Edward drop my camera on the floor as he ran to get the nurse.
I realized it was the last picture of Ellie.
I looked happy there as I looked down at my dying baby. Rosalie is in the back round with the camera in her hands. Edward's finger is ever so slightly covering the lens, barely noticeable. But I know that snow colored skin anywhere.
"Is that her?" Fiona asked. I jumped, not knowing she was standing right behind me. "He wasn't kidding, she was born really early." Sadness spread onto her face as she looked at the picture.
"That was right before she died- while I was holding her." I said lifelessly.
Fiona walked around the couch and sat down next to me. I looked into the envelop and found more pictures. Multiple ones of me and Ellie, but mostly they were of the infamous baby herself.
"Can I have one?" Fiona asked.
I nodded and handed her one of Ellie.
She shook her head. "One of both of you." She smiled. I looked through it and found one that I was willing to give away. She placed it on the coffee table. "I'll have Dylan put it up later.
There were also pieces of paper in there, but I vowed to read them later.
I kept going through the small stack of pictures and came across Edward and my prom picture. You can see my bump sticking out. I smiled. There were other pictures of Edward and I. Then the last one was of me sitting with my right side facing the camera. I had no idea when this was taken, but it was beautiful. I'm looking down at my stomach, rubbing it with my hands. I'm smiling and sitting by a lake. I'm thinking this must have been something with Edward.
"You have to promise me you'll take care of yourself during this pregnancy." I murmured. Fiona looked at me strangely. "I had this baby in me a lot longer than you did with your first child. I actually thought there was a chance of her surviving those days after birth. But then she was still taken away from me."
"It isn't fair isn't it? When shit happens?" She asked. I noticed she didn't say she would get better.
"No it isn't fair." I turned and stared at her green eyes. "Please promise."
"I promise."
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