Once we arrived back Ness invited Alfie in for coffee. We walked into the lounge while Renesmee went to put the drinks on. Stan hopped off the couch and barked excitedly at our return, that was, until Edward walked in and he immediately shut up.

"You've really got a way with animals." I laughed.

He sighed and sat down next to me.

"I'm not keen on animals, they smell weird." Alfie laughed and hesitantly sat down after invitation by Edward.

My husband chuckled, "I like him." He whispered in my ear.

I lifted my shield out of the way and thought 'finally'.

Edward but his lip to keep from laughing and I pulled my shield back down.

"So what do your parents do Alfie?" I asked.

Alfie smiled "My mum's a mid-wife at the hospital, and my dad died a few years back." He said.

"Oh I'm sorry." I said apologetically.

Edward gave me a gentle squeeze and the baby kicked.

"It's okay, he'd been sick for a while, we all knew it was coming, it was a relief really, knowing he wasn't struggling anymore." He told us.

A pain shot through my chest as I took a stuttering breath in.

I remembered when Edward had been ill when Ness was little, how much it hurt to watch him fade away.

I got up and ran to our room, dry tears swimming in my eyes, going to stand and look out of the window, my hand at my throat.

I heard Edward console Alfie in the next room. I felt bad; the poor boy must have thought he had upset me.

Edward came and pulled me to him in a hug.

"What's the matter love?" he asked anxiously.

"When you were ill when Ness was little," I began and took a stuttering breath to try and calm myself.

"It's just, thinking that I could have been on my own for the rest of eternity, then we wouldn't be having this baby, and..." I started to sob and he pulled me tighter, rocking me gently whilst holding the back of my head.

"Isabella Marie Cullen look at me." He said and crouched down so we were at eye level.

He held both my hands and stared deep into my eyes.

"Love I will never leave you again, and I am so sorry for the times that I have." He told me.

"I know." I sniffed and touched his cheek, kissing him gently.

"You want to stay in here or go back out and see the two love birds." He whispered in my ear.

"Well it's not like we're going to be getting up to anything if we're in here alone." I grumbled.

He chuckled and led me back out into the hall.

"you okay Bella." My daughter asked as we sat back down.

"Hormones." I explained. She and Alfie laughed, Edward kissed my temple as a way of checking I was okay.

RENESMEE POV

After Alfie left Mum sighed and leant further into the sofa arm, glaring at dad.

"When exactly were you planning on telling me about this camping trip with school for a week?" she asked.

Oops, me and dad had made a pact not to tell mum about the trip, how did she know?

Dad's face was livid. There was only one person I knew who would cross dad like this, and she would be able to foresee when he chose to kill her.

Aunty Alice.

Dad growled and mum frowned.

"Why did you not tell me, you should be going for a week...?" She began but dad stood up, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Because I'm not going." He said.

"And I don't want to go either." I spoke up. Mum glared at dad and he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Bella try and see it from my point of view, I don't want to leave you alone for a week..."

"Yes, because I can't look after myself I get it." She snapped, interrupting him. Dad sighed.

"No, because I don't want to be spending a week with humans when I could be here with you. I don't want to leave you in case something happens with the baby or the wolves." He growled that last word.

"Are Emmet and Jasper going, and Rosalie and Alice?" Mum prodded.

Yes, yes they were going to go.

"No." Dad said.

Mum growled and stood up, looking up at dad who was a head taller than her at least.

"You never lie to me Edward Cullen!" She hissed. Dad put his hands on her shoulders but she smacked his hands away.

"Edward you used to tell me everything." She whimpered. Dad pulled her to him and she dry sobbed into his chest.

He rubbed her back and held the back of her head. He leant his cheek on the top of it.
"I still do... it's just... some things..." He sighed. Mum punched his chest and pushed back, her eyes blazing.

"Well that's not everything then is it!" She snapped.

"I never told you because I knew you would get worked up about it!" Dad said, his tone straining and on the break of a yell.

This was wrong, mum and dad never yelled at each other. Okay since mum's been pregnant she has yelled at dad lot, but he never yells back.

"Bella I'm not going, there is no need to get worked up about it..." He pressed. Mum growled.
"I am not worked up!" She shouted.

"I can't talk to you when you're like this." Dad said and walked passed mum. Shooting me a look that clearly said, 'make sure she doesn't do anything stupid while I'm gone.'

I nodded swiftly and dad walked out the room. Mum took a stuttering breath and looked at me anxiously.

"He'll be back in a bit." I told her. She began to cry again and sat down on the sofa, her head in her hands.

"My mood swings are just all over the place, I don't know why I got mad, I was just frustrated." She took a deep breath and looked at me, her eyes sad.

"I've been hurting him all the time. Because he feels he can't do anything right... I've been hurting him so much." She mumbled. I sat down next to her and pulled her into my side.

Dad came back later and comforted mum as she repeatedly apologised.

He also ate the dog, much to mums disappointment and my outrage.