Ok, heres the deal; I have been having a hard time lately. Been really sick, then my husband got sick, the radiator in our tahoe cracked, then my husband got hurt resulting in stitches,
a CT scan, and now 3 weeks later an MRI to see if there is swelling in his brain because he is not getting better; oh yeah, I'm also 5 months pregnant.

I'm glad I didn't promise a timeline on this story, I was hoping to have all my unfinished stories done by summer-ish. I have a few new ones running around in my head, but due to the unforseen circumstances listed previously, I'm not sure when they will come to be. I am working hard on trying to focus on this story, and most of you know, I never even replied to your reviews on Chapter 8 yet, yes I fail! So without further ado;

I don't own it, and sorry for the word vomit, extra lengthy AN!

EPOV:

The cough was getting unbearable. At least Bella's sobbing had finally quieted down. I could hear Alice still humming to her, trying to keep her calm, and help her get sleep. She didn't need the added stress of everything. Her poor baby was going to come early. Carlisle had personally kicked me out of her room, trying to get her to drink enough water to fill her bathtub with. He said it would help her.

There was a break in the coughing. I hung my head, as my shoulders tensed. I could smell blood. He was getting worst. I heard light steps on the carpet. I looked up and saw Jasper raise an eyebrow at me, calming me immediately. I half smiled at him as he settled next to me in the hallway.

He's almost gone. I didn't need Jasper telling me, I could sense it just fine. I nodded my head.

"Bella," I couldn't finish my sentence. Jasper understood, he just nodded grimly. I closed my eyes, and thought back to the previous days events.

Even before Carlisle could start explaining Jasper sent an extra wave of calmness over us. I felt Bella relax minutely next to me. I was holding her hand, rubbing it softly with my thumb.
I saw Charlie's eyes snap down to that small action.

Are they together? Is he the father? He was worried for his daughter. More worried about her and the baby then his own health.

"Charlie," Carlisle broke the silence. Carlisle was hoping this would go over well, couldn't blame him. "I wanted to explain to you about my family, and after you have heard that, we wanted to discuss a few options with you in regards to your declining health."

Declining health, really, what gave that away? He was cynical even on the edge of death. He nodded towards Carlisle giving him the go ahead.

"We had been disbatched to remove Bella from her home and bring her out west, away from the possible public eye. Seeing as she is pregnant and her friends knew who she was seeing, her life had been placed into immediate danger from the royal family," Jasper sent out extra calming waves as Charlie's thought turned to surprise and then anger.

"How could you do that to her?" His gaze fell on mine. "Knock my daughter up, and allow her to be in danger. Who are you?" If the situation wasn't so serious I might have laughed.

"Charlie I assure you, she has the best possible protection now. I am not the father, simply because I can not have children. It would be a lot safer for her if I had been though," I felt Bella trying to squeeze my hand. I put a little bit of pressure back on her hand.

"Then what are you to her?"

"Char, dad," Bella's voice was muffled behind her mask and tears. "Edward is my boyfriend? I suppose thats right, for lack of a better word," we sat for a few seconds in an uncomfortable silence.

"Can I continue?" Carlisle trying to bring back the normal route for the conversation. When no one disagreed he continued. "As Edward had mentioned, Bella has the best possible protection now. See Charlie, we have a few things to our advantage, Edward, Alice and Jasper have gifts that will aid us if any problems should arise, but also we have speed and other supernatural abilites on our side."

"What are you exactly?" Charlie was confused.

"We are vampires," Jasper tensed, preparing for any problems to arise. Charlie sat back, looking at all of us, then finally settling on Bella. His eyes filling with tears.

"Are you safe? Really safe?" He addressed her. She nodded, leaning into me. He nodded once, turning his attention back to Carlisle. "What options are there?"

"There are two really," Carlisle paused. Charlie waved his hand, urging the conversation to continue. "We can change you, allowing you to live with us forever, or we can make you as comfortable as possible, allowing you to pass eventually from this illness. The decision is all yours. We just thought that we could offer them to you," Carlisle sat back, allowing the choices to sink in. Bella was getting nervous, fidgeting. Her leg started to bounce.

"Are you choosing to be changed eventually?" His question was quiet and I wasn't sure she could hear him. A few tears slipped from her eyes.

"If they want me, yes," she answered him just as quietly. He nodded, looking down at our embraced hands once again.

"Take good care of her son, help that baby grow to be a wonderful and loving child," I nodded, already know his decision. Bella looked between us quickly, seeing the grim set of my lips.

"No, Charlie, please. Please choose to be changed," She stood, and tried to walk towards him. I held onto her hand, as he stood and stepped away from her, trying to keep her healthy.

"I'm ready Bella. I am happy I got to see you one last time, happy and healthy," a few tears ran down his face. Bella's knees buckled, and before she could hit the ground I grabbed her,
and pulled her into my lap.

"No!" The tears flowing faster, and her words muffled by my shirt as she buried her face and screamed into me. I looked around helplessly at my family.

Take her to her room. Carlisle instructed of me. I stood and ran to her room, pulling her away from the scene as Charlie turned his back on his only family. That scene would forever be burned into my memory. He had made his decision, regardless of how hard it was.

Bella has calmed down. I turned and remembered Jasper was sitting next to me.

"Until she wakes again," we turned towards Charlie's room as his coughing fit got worst. Carlisle came down the hallway towards us. He went into Charlie's room. I could see the scene through Carlisle's thoughts. The sheets were now red from all the blood coming from Charlie. His breathing was shallow, and painful. Carlisle touched his ribs, most were broken.

Charlie couldn't even open his eyes, he was able to whisper a few words out. "I love her," before trying to breathe again. I could hear blood in his lungs, gurgling. It was only a matter of minutes now. I closed my eyes and tried to shut out Carlisle. I didn't want to see him as he died. Jasper was no longer beside me, unable to handle it as well. Perhaps I should leave as well. I stood, having every intention of walking out the hotel and go hunt, but unable to walk past Bella's door.

"Edward," I heard her cry my name out in her sleep. It hurt to hear her in so much pain. I opened the door and stepped inside. Alice laid her down softly so not to wake her. I took Alice's place on the bed, and held Bella in my arms.

~A month later~

"You should really be making Alice do this you know," I glanced up at Bella as I moved the crib for the seventh time that day. Bella rolled her eyes at me.

"She takes the fun out of it," she smiled at me, before turning her attention back to the paint roller in her hand. She ran it through the pale pink paint in the tray, running the excess off the roller and rolling it across the wall. She was taking her time on purpose, even though she was human it should not take her this long to paint. Im sure she was doing it just to irritate me.

I had offered to let her sit in the rocking chair and just direct me. I could have the nursery done in a matter of minutes. She refused to let me. Saying something about being independent since she was going to be a single mom. I had to control my anger over that one. She would not be a single mom, she would be one of four mothers to that child.

For the past month she had been difficult. At first she refused any help for anything. She finally conceeded when she realized she couldn't carry the heavy furniture up to the baby's room.
Then because she had no patience she let me put it all together.

She was slowly getting better. That first week after Charlie's death was hell. She refused to eat or drink, she was in a catatonic state. Finally Carlisle had no choice but to admit her to the hospital. She needed IV's and fast.

"Right there," she brought me out of my thoughts. She was pointing to a stretch of wall that the crib had occupied about an hour earlier. I pushed it there, stepping away.

"Will it stay here?" I asked.

"For now. Changing table over there," she pointed to the opposite wall. I lifted it and put it down where the crib had been previously. I sat down on the floor in the middle of the room and watched her paint. Stretching high, and bending low. She laid the roller down in the tray, standing up to admire her handy work. Her hands going to her lower back rubbing it.

I stood and walked towards her, moving her hands aside and rubbing her back for her. She moaned as her head dropped forward. Her body relaxed under my touch. I really enjoyed making sure she felt good. She turned around and placed her arms around my neck.

"Thank you, that felt wonderful," she stood on her tippy toes placing a soft kiss on my lips before dropping back down. She pulled her arms away from me, and went back to clean up her mess.

"I'll do that," I pulled her away from it, stooping and cleaning it up quickly. She stood there with her arms crossed, smiling at me.

"You didn't have to you know," she shook her head and left the room. I followed her to her room. She shut the bathroom door in my face. I sat on the edge of the bed waiting. I could hear her moving around washing her hands, and doing who knows what else. "Ow," she groaned out. I went to the outside of her door.

"Are you ok?" I asked her through the door.

"Fine, the baby just kicked really ha, ow," I heard her sit down, breathing really hard.

"Bella, are you sure?" I could still hear her breathing hard.

"Ow, yeah, I need to just lay down," I could hear her struggling to get up. Finally she unlocked the door and opened it. Her face was very pale.

"You don't look good, let's lay you down, and then get some food in your system," she nodded and took one step towards the bed. Her movement must have been what set it off, because before she could take another step we heard a gush of water hit the floor.

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a/n: Thanks for bearing with me! :)