Chapter 9

July 1, 6:10am

"Morning, Mrs. Cullen, were you able to go home and get some sleep?" the tiny headed doctor asked.

My head snapped up, my body exhausted by my mind was still wide awake. I shook my head. "No, I just took a walk and got something to eat," I lied.

"Well, I have some good news. There has been a donor, we received the organ about forty-five minutes ago and the cross matching went well. We are taking Edward into surgery immediately."

My eyes opened wider, I hoped it looked more like surprise than fear that something could go wrong now that we were so close.

"That's great, thank you."

Carlisle had told me where to deliver the forged documents and the organ so that it would make it through without much if any suspicion. Hospitals, he told me, were dreadfully unorganized on the whole and most of the time the employees would cover up mistakes with the hopes that they weren't responsible for them. That was what we were hoping would happen. The fact that they were taking Edward into surgery was an excellent sign that we had pulled it off.

About an hour into the surgery I started ringing my hands. What if what I had done didn't help? Edward could still have rejected the kidney even after passing the cross matching. My thumb rubbed over the fourth finger on my left hand and I froze.

I barely made it to the washrooms before I voided my stomach into the public toilet. Grabbing my phone out of the bag, I dialed Carlisle. The phone rang and rang without an answer. With shaking hands, I typed out a text.

Forgot wedding ring. In jeans pocket. Dumpster out back.

I stared at the message, wondering if anything in it would be our downfall later. Could any of these words tell of murder?

About an hour later there was still no word from Carlisle and I wondered if something had gone wrong.

"Mrs. Cullen, you can go in now. He's awake."

I looked up and my thoughts left my father-in-law and focused solely on my husband. His eyes were opened but I could see that aren't totally focused. I rushed to him, my hand slipping into his as I take the chair by the bed.

"Bella." His voice was raspy but it's the most beautiful sound in the world. He told me not to cry and I reached up, unaware of the tears that poured down my face. "They'll find one."

He didn't know.

"Baby, you've already had the operation," I said, wiping the moisture off my face.

"What?" He looked at me for a moment and then his smile started. It began in his eyes, lighting up and spreading to his lips until his face nearly resembled the one I remembered from before the illness.

"You're going to be okay," I said, smiling as the words rang true to me.

His hand weakly pulled me to him and with tubes and wires in our way we shared a kiss that I would remember just as fondly as the one we shared on our wedding day.

"Bella." Carlisle's voice caused me to look up. I smiled at him as he took in the sight of his son awake and in possession of a new kidney.

I went to him and hugged him tight. He took my hand and I felt something in his hand. I looked down and grabbed the ring slipping it on. Now everything was perfect.