Disclaimer: Dear Stephenie Meyer, It's quite obvious that you wrote this beloved book series, right? Yeah, tell them that. (EXCITING TWIST AT THE END!)
Bella's POV
Edward and I were very excited. I'm almost due and we would finally get to have little Mason, our baby, in our hands. I could already imagine how happy we would be, never ever getting tired of staying up late all night just to watch over him. He'll be our little bundle of joy, our inspiration for every day of our lives as his parents. I just hope he won't grow up to quick. What if he doesn't grow up the way we want him to be? What if… he'll never survive when I give birth?
Emmett's impatient tone disturbed my thoughts and cleared my head, "Bella, I know you're like 9 months pregnant or something, but can you bring in our snacks a little quicker? This big man's starving!"
"Yes, Emmett, I'm coming!" I called out to calm his nerves; I was told he had anger management issues. A big, brawny man attacking a fragile, pregnant woman wasn't the best idea.
I walked carefully carrying a tray full of beverages and snacks. Just as I was about to lose my balance, and probably my life, Edward caught me and Rosalie took the tray away.
"Thank you, Edward, Rose." I blushed, embarrassed. My cute, little balance problem never went away, didn't it?
"Your car's hopeless!" Emmett yelled, taking a bite of his sandwich. "How old is this car? 50?"
I laughed, "Emmett, my truck's about 60 years old. Edward's car is just 5."
"Oh yeah," Emmett said, "But his car is too sophisticated and choosy when it comes to problems. Who knows if this one's gonna blow up?"
Rosalie waved her hand in front of him, "Okay, psycho. I know you could be this paranoid but you're exaggerating."
"Exas… exagg… exat…" Emmett fumbled to repeat the last word, "What do you mean I'm exaggerating?"
"You haven't thought of changing the battery?" Rosalie laughed.
"Right…" Emmett said then slapped his forehead.
I tried to laugh back at them. But then the contractions started.
Edward's POV
"Edward," Bella called my name, "I think I'm about to…"
She didn't need to finish her sentence. "Guys," I called for assistance, "Get the keys! We have to get Bella to the hospital!"
"For what?" my idiot of an elder brother asked.
Rosalie slapped his arm, "She's about to give birth, idiot!"
"Oh right!" He started to run towards my other car, the Volvo. "Let's get her in the car! We need to get her to the hospital!"
"You just repeated what I said!" I yelled, carrying Bella. "Open the door, quick!"
With Emmett behind the wheel, (which I absolutely thought was a dumb idea, but there was no time to protest), he started to drive towards the hospital. Rosalie, nearly breathless on her seat, watched Bella who was already lying down on the backseat. However, I was completely nervous, regardless of the fact I'm a licensed doctor. Not because I was afraid of blood, of course I'm not, but because this was my first child, with the woman I love, out of wedlock!
"Could you still take it?" Rosalie asked, concerned.
"I," Bella paused, "I think I can."
"Good," said Rosalie, "take deep breaths. We're almost there."
Crash.
Sudden brake.
Gasps.
What happened? I looked out of the window to witness a bloodied man crawling out of a truck he was driving which recently had hit a wall when he took a turn. I sighed, thanking the heavens that we weren't part of the accident. I had to think, help the dying man, or my loved one in labor?
"Emmett!" Rosalie yelled, "Did you just realize you were about to kill six people?"
"But," Emmett corrected, "There are only five of us, including the baby…"
Rosalie slapped her husband, "I'm pregnant, you idiot!"
"I think I couldn't take it anymore, Edward!" Bella exclaimed, "He's coming out!"
"WHAT?" Emmett screamed, shocked.
"I'm giving birth!" Bella answered.
I encouraged her to push, she followed my instructions. "Push," I told Bella again
"Not you!" Emmett yelled, "Rosalie! You're pregnant again? But I thought Henry and Keith were enough trouble!" Emmett was referring to their 9 year olds, twins.
"Keep pushing, I see his head!" I yelled.
Bella obeyed, "Guys, stop fighting!" and pushed again.
Rosalie slapped him, "It's not my fault you've been touching me constantly!" Seriously, they do not have to explain what "touching" means.
"EMMETT! ROSALIE!" I called the arguing couple's names.
"WHAT THE HECK, EDWARD?" They both yelled at the same time. Emmett gasped at the sight of blood, almost fainting. The big man has always been like that since we were 10. Not quite fit for his physique, right?
I held my child up high, my little boy, Mason. "It's a boy, as expected!" I never thought something could be so small until now. I was holding my child, our child, the fruit of… well, our love from that night. It didn't really matter from what sort of accident he came from, as long as I was sure he was my child.
Rosalie almost jumped out of the car in joy and took the baby from my arms. "He's so cute!" She looked at the child with much affection, remembering the first time she had a newborn in her arms. "And," she added, "Mason has your eyes! You're child inherited a lot of good genes. I could see a little brown hair, and those wonderful emerald green eyes. Do you see it?"
I took a quick glimpse at my boy, she was quite right. "Hold him for me; I need to help the man."
Bella disturbed Rosalie shortly, "Can I hold him?"
All three of us smiled. "Sure," Rosalie replied, "he's your child. You're the one who's supposed to hold him."
I ran towards the injured man after that quick moment, he just might be on the edge of dying. I lifted his head and looked for wounds. Surprisingly, there was nothing too fatal about his accident, a few wounds here and there, one across his forehead. I took a handkerchief and wrapped it around his forehead. As I searched for more wounds, his nametag caught my attention.
Masen, Edmund Hans.
The life I was about to save, was my twin brother's. A face too familiar, hair as dark as my father's, eyes as vivid as my mother's, like mine, like my son's.
He blinked twice before fully opening his eyes.
"Edward, brother, is that you?"
Author's Note: Okay, that's the twist. I'm too busy with school to write a lot so I hope this satisfies you for a week or two. Review as always!
