This story contains sensitive subject matter. If the topics of mental illness, and attempted suicide bothers you, please do not read.
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AN: Thanks to Sherry & Paige for all their help with editing this. Any mistakes are mine.
I don't own Twilight, but I do own this plot. No copyright infringements intended.
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POV- Bella
~DB~
Yes, I know what the chances are of him passing that horrible disease, which robs him of his self-worth, to our potential kids. I don't mean to push him. I just want to share that miracle with him.
I want to see love reflected in his eyes as he looks at our baby. I know he wants kids. He's said as much. It's the illness that's holding him back.
I make my way down to the kitchen, walking to the coffee pot, yawning, wondering where Edward has gone to this early in the morning. I spot a note next to the coffee pot. I pick it up, open it and begin to read the note that shatters my world.
Dearest Bella,
