Anthony POV

We sat in silence in the Volvo. I and Chris were more than surprised when Dad pulled up at some abandoned warehouse south of Seattle. There was a strong stench of blood, the kind that made the back of my throat tickle against flames that I knew were half as bad as dads, if not less.

"So what is the actual plan?" Chris asked where he sat behind me and dad in the back, leaning between the seats to address my father.

"She's going to take me to the Volturi, they'll think I have surrendered and gone along with their plan, and eventually, Ellie will return home with you and you'll tell your mother that I died." Dad said firmly.

My mouth fell open, "What!"

"Yeh, I thought we were going to double cross them, as in, we still get Ellie, but we all return home. And by all I mean us three plus the little one." Chris agreed.

Dad growled, a low sound raising from deep him his chest.

"You will do as I ask." He hissed.

I snarled, "Dad mum will run to Volterra and drag your ass back to forks when she finds out..." But his eyes darkened and I understood then. He straightened when both mine and Chris's brains clicked in understanding.

"That's it isn't it, this isn't just about getting Ellie back, it's because you would rather live your life alone and without mum than see her unhappy and grieving." I gasped.

Dad nodded, "I'd do it with anyone she cares about, even him." He muttered and gestured fleetingly to Chris. My almost brother was about to make a reply when I cut them off.

"Dad she's carrying your child, our baby, please reconsider this. We could just go home, go home have a drink and forget this whole mistake." I begged, wondering why on earth dad would so willingly give up everything to make mum happy. I knew he loved her, but even I was Unsure I would do the same for Aimee.

"Its different." Dad whispered, and I knew he had been reading my mind.

"You're not a father, if you have children you'll understand..."

"Dad this will crush mum." I whispered and he stiffened at the reality of my words.

Chris swallowed, "Edward you can't do this to her."

Dad took a stuttering breath, "I can't hurt her..."

"Exactly." I snapped.

He let out a long breath, leaning back in his seat, his eyes going glassy with dry tears.

"She was so young." He whispered.

I and Chris just sat there, listening to him, it felt so wrong and intrusive to interrupt. For he so rarely let anyone in, not even mum.

"I just miss her... there's so many things she'll never get to do what... what me and your mother will never get to experience with her." He continued, his voice so quiet I was straining to hear it.

"Your mothers so frightened, so scared that the same thing will happen with this baby." He whispered.

I nodded and rubbed his shoulder, "Let's go home dad." I breathed.

He nodded and drove home in silence. There was a shriek of displeasure as we pulled away from the warehouse, and I could have sworn I saw a flash of orange run towards the wood sin the opposite direction we were going.

"You didn't." Dad said firmly.

We pulled up at the house and walked back in, claiming that the airport was shut due to fog. It was feasible in forks.

Mum was sat on the sofa in between Aunts Alice and Rose. She had obviously been crying and by the thunderous look on Aimee and Renesmee's faces.

They all knew.

I and Chris cringed, we were in so much shit.

"Bella?" Dad asked anxiously, she looked at him with black teary eyes. She launched herself at him and hugged him tight, his hands holding her tight, one rubbing her stomach.

"How could you leave me... you wouldn't even..." She sobbed.

I would never have predicted her to cry, I thought she might cry and shout.

Or just flip out, but she was sobbing, clutching him tight like he was going to disappear.

"Bella calm down okay, it's not good for the baby. I'm here I'm here." He hushed her.

She sniffed, "You'd really have given everything up... for me?"

He rested his forehead against hers.

"I'd do anything for you my love." He said and she smiled sadly, throwing her arms around him and sobbing again. I glanced back at Aimee, her and Ness's faces both identical masks of anger. My fiancée stormed in to our bedroom, slamming the door behind her a total of four seconds before Ness dad. Both times I and Chris cringed away from the sound.

I looked back at mum and dad, him supporting all of her weight as she cried not him, more softly now.

I walked into our room to see Aimee stood glaring at me, eyes murderous. I swallowed and shut the door behind me, already hearing Chris and Ness fighting, there was crashing and all sorts going on in their room.

I swallowed, Aimee wasn't moving other than her heavy breathing, and I think that scared me more.

"Ummm, look okay it was worth it in the end. It was only a matter of making him see that he was wrong. I think I did the right thing and I would do it again if the opportunity arose."

But that made her spill over the edge.

"What a complete crock of shit!" She screamed at me.

I cringed, I was in for as long a night as Chris.