I can't remember previous events. I thought I saw Carlisle and Edward. What a crazy thought. But then I started hearing a familiar voice. Then there's a second. Could it be that I'm dreaming? Am I dead? Then one thought leads to another. Did my baby make it? Is Jake still here? What if he left? What if I wasn't crazy and both Carlisle and Edward are here? But that thought is just too hard to believe.

"She should be waking up any minute now. Just be patient. Have you thought about what you'll say to her?" That was definitely him. "I don't want to know, this is between you and her. Just be prepared, that's all I'm going to say."

A couple minutes pass and there is silence. Then I hear a faint sucking noise. Is that my baby? Is it a boy or a girl? I'm hoping it's a sweet baby boy with green eyes, a round face, copper colored hair with my father's curls. I'm hoping he'll be healthy and happy.

"That's a beautiful baby. Congrats." Carlisle said softly.

Who is he talking to? Where's Jake? I think I'm ready to know what's going on because my eyes open and a huge gush of light came flooding in. My vision is still slightly blurred but I can tell I'm in a hospital room. I can see the heart rate monitor and a huge window with the best view in town. Next, I see a clock. Apparently it's 3:30 in the afternoon.

How long have I been out? I haven't seen my baby yet and I want to so badly. I look around the room and the moment I've been dreading arrived. Right now, two sets of eyes look back at me. They aren't the eyes I want to be seeing.

"My baby. Where's my baby?" I say wearily.

Both Edward and Carlisle look at each other. "Your baby is fine Bella. Edward's got the baby. How are you feeling? Do you know where you're at?"

"I'm at the hospital. My baby was dying. Jake drove me. Where is he? What day is it?" I reply.

"He went home." This made me angry.

"What? Why?!" The both of them just look at each other for a moment. "Nevermind. Where's my baby? I want to hold my baby." Edward placed my newborn in my arms. And that was the exact moment I fell in love all over again. I so knew this baby was a boy. He was perfect. He had brown hair with a copper tint, beautifully sculpted lips, and a beautiful oval face.

Tears ran down my face. I made this. I made him and he's all mine.

"Julian." I'm in love with that name as much as I'm in love with my son. I can't believe I have a son! There's so many things that I want him to learn, so many things I want him to do! I know he'll go places.

"Is that what we are naming him?" Edward said quietly.

"It's what I'm naming him. I don't think you get that honor of naming him." I said sharply. The look of hurt on his face got to me, but not enough to care. I have my son now. It's just me and Julian.

"That's not fair, Bella." He argued.

"I tried to tell you! You left me! You never came to check on me. You never called, emailed, or anything. If it hadn't been for Jake, he'd be dead! What have you done for me while I was pregnant? What have you gotten for my son?" I'm fuming now. He doesn't deserve to be apart of Julian's life. He wasn't around for his development, why should you take part in his life now? How do I know he actually cares? "Do you even care? You were not around. That means more than any money or anything else you can throw at me. Don't say you care, otherwise you wouldn't be just here so late."

"I suppose you're right, Bella. But I'm here now."

"I needed you then, not now. But of course, here you come running when everything was going fine. Well, up until recent events." I'm looking at my baby boy and I can't help but manage to think about how much he looks like Edward. He's going to need his father. As much as I want to protect him, I can't keep him from his father. It's not my place to keep him from Edward and vice versa. But I'm so mad at him. I don't ever want to see him again. It's tearing me apart because deep down, a piece of me still loves him, despite leaving me and forcing to face this pregnancy by myself. But I also know that I deeply care about Jacob. If it weren't for him, I might not be holding my sweet Julian.

And this leaves me at an impasse.

Torn between the best things in my life: The father of my child and my new romantic partner.