Author's Note: AHA! I, finally, found the time to write again. (: Don't worry, I didn't forget. However with the recent hectic schedule (which I am sure most of you can compare too), I found myself passing out, due to excessive exercising, before my head could reach the pillow. *Special shout out to Simarilwho found the time to review a TON of my chapters. (; it means a lot to me…. NOT that I don't read all of the reviews, because believe me I do, and I appreciate them all (:.*

DISCLAIMER: Okay so I own nothing. Absolutly nothing! MUAHAHAH! Stephanie Meyer owns all content and characters. Well except for the short bit of Bella's thoughts that came from my mind… But still… sigh… I don't own that either. Everything in Italics is quoted from Breaking Dawn*

****Sorry for another interruption :/ but I was wondering if anyone could explain to me how to get a beta and if so, would anyone be interested in being one?****

But enough of my jabbering… Time for chapter 10!!!

Breaking Dawn

Book 2

Bella

Persuasion

The sound of the front door being pushed open awoke me from my small nap. I yawned and turned to face Edward. I could feel something was off. Something, which bothered me to no end, that Edward was keeping from me. I looked over at Jake for a second. He seemed as if he was in his first health class and I was the horrible teacher showing him diagrams and explaining how "woman reproduction" worked and going into detail about "that time of the month". Mentally I laughed at this and forced my eyes to, once again, meet Edwards.

I started into Edward's eyes trying, desperately, to decipher the foreign language in his eyes. What was it that he could possibly be keeping from me? Was it that Jake and Edward both agreed that I needed to be safe, and by doing so the child had to be eliminated? I felt all the blood drain from my face. Jakes unyielding fidelity to the pack and the oath they took upon themselves, to protect everyone from vampires, would ensure my demise along with my unborn child. I wondered who they would try to kill first; me or my child?

Unconsciously, I already knew my answer. I would rather die then see the death of my child. So it was concluded. I would have to ensure my death before the child could suffer too much abuse. I knew that it seemed backwards somehow.

Rosalie interrupted my thoughts. I saw her, protectively, lean over the couch and place her cool soothing palm against my cheek. Edwards's eyes snapped to Rosalie's and he merely started into hers. I knew he didn't have it in him at the moment to tear her to shreds. Although, I knew it wouldn't take much.

"We're going to let Jacob and Bella speak privately," Edward stated in a monotone voice that reminded me vaguely of a computerized voice that was forced to spit back the data that had been imputed.

Rosalie's eyes narrowed, "Over my pile of ashes." she hissed.

Edward simply didn't respond. Instead, he averted his gaze to the wall across from me, staring blankly into space.

"Bella," Edward said in the same vacant voice, "Jacob wants to talk to you. Are you afraid to be alone with him?"

Confused I just looked at Edward. When would I ever be afraid of Jake? Oh, right, two minuets ago. But that didn't matter. I knew, without a doubt, that about seven vampires surrounded the house. If he tried to pull anything funny, well, he wasn't getting far.

Pleadingly I looked to Rosalie. "Rose, it's fine. Jake's not going to hurt us. Go with Edward." I said this knowing that I contradicted my current thoughts. I didn't believe, at least, not at the present moment, that Jake would hurt me.

Rose, however, noticed the fault in my statement. "It could be a tick," Rosalie warned.

Shaking my head I replied confidently, "I don't see how."

"Carlisle and I will always be in your sight, Rosalie," Edward said.

I could see the sadness that filled his eyes as he said this. He paused briefly before continuing in a soft voice, "We're the ones she's afraid of."

My heart clenched tight in my chest. Of all the time I knew Edward, even including the time before I had met him, I had never been truly afraid of him. Yes there had been instances where I would let my imagination get the best of me, this happened often. Still, I never truly feared of Edward's presence.

Jake was the same. There was a brief period of time—and an immensely painful one at that—where I did fear Jake. However, it was not for my life. It was for Jake's and for everyone I had known that I had believed he had killed. Foolishly, I let myself believe that it was Jake, my werewolf best friend, who had been attacking people rather then saving them.

"No," I whispered trying to persuade him, "No, Edward. I'm not. . . ."

Edward just shook his head at me trying to dismiss my attempt. "I didn't mean it that way, Bella. I'm fine. Don't worry about me."

I sighed a little, not fully believing Edward.

"Everyone," Edward motioned his hand laboriously in a gesture towards the door. "Please," he added.

We all paused for a moment. No one dared to move. I sat on the floor; carefully studying Edward's composure. I was sure, that at any moment, he would break. I nodded fractionally towards the rest of my family members. Quickly all of them shuffled out of the room. The only people left now were Rose, who still hovered closely to me, Edward who looked in tired and hungry, to be frank, and Jake who looked, well, like Jake—eternally pissed that I had chosen to give my life to Edward.

I sighed, "Rose, I want you to go."

Rose didn't complain. Instead, she shot a glare at Edward as if to say, "Don't even think about it." After I was sure she knew he had received the message loud and clear she gestured for him to leave first. Part of my heart ached as I saw Edward push through the door.

Rose distracted me, shifting her gaze to Jake. I could almost see the invisible daggers I knew she was trying to shoot into his mind. Finally she flitted out of the house leaving me alone with Jake. He crossed the space between us and sat on the floor directly next to me. I looked deep into Jacobs troubled eyes and saw something I knew I had never seen before. I saw pain, fear, love, and…if it were possible, abandonment. It was like Jake was abandoned when I left him for Edward. Strangely, part of my mind said the same was true for me—that I had felt the same way when Jake had been pulled away from me during my wedding. I had felt like part of my heart went missing. A small part in comparison to Edward's half, but a part none the less.

I felt heat trickle through my skin pushing deep into the tissue of my hand. I felt my body relax slightly.

"Thanks, Jake. That feels good." I murmured softly.

"I'm not going to lie, Bells. You're hideous," Jake admitted.

I understood what Jake meant and I didn't take offense. I knew that I looked hideous. I knew that I hadn't showered in a few days, disturbingly, I could never find the time too when I kept getting sick. Even when I wasn't getting sick I just seemed to have no energy to allow myself too.

"I know," I agreed, "I'm scary-looking."

"Thing-from-the-swamp scary," Jake hinted.

I let out a laugh. It felt good. It was like with Jake here I wasn't dealing with my immediate death that seemed like it was rapidly approaching. Jake had a way of making you forget about the pain.

"It's so good having you here. It feels nice to smile," I admitted, "I don't know how much more drama I can take."

Jake rolled his eyes in disbelief.

"Okay, okay," I confessed, "I bring it on myself."

"Yeah, you do. What're you thinking, Bells? Seriously!"

As Jake said that a light bulb went off in my head.

"Did he ask you to yell at me?" I narrowed my eyes playfully.

"Sort of. Though I can't figure why he thinks you'd listen to me. You never have before," he hinted.

I sighed, my energy was too zapped to make a come back at that exact moment.

"I told you—" Jake started to say.

I snapped, my energy was suddenly in full volume, "Did you know that 'I told you so' has a brother, Jacob?" I asked. "His name is 'Shut the hell up.'"

"Good one." Jake smiled giving me props.

I grinned back at him, "I can't take all the credit—I got it off a rerun of The Simpsons."

"Missed that one." Jake cracked.

"It was funny."

After that neither of us seemed to know quiet what to say to each other. It was a minuet before I finally found something to ask him about.

"Did he really ask you to talk to me?"

Jake nodded, "To talk some sense into you." Jake paused, "There's a battle that's lost before it starts."

I resisted the overwhelming urge to laugh in mockery at him. We both knew full well that I was capable of making the right decisions.

"So why did you agree?" I inquired.

Jake paused and I could see the lines in his forehead crunch up, deep in thought. I could see his eyes glaze over with pain and I immediately tried to distract him.

"It'll work out, you know. I believe that." Even as I said this I knew I was talking to myself more then to Jake.

I saw Jakes eyes return to the present only know they held the distinct emotion of anger.

"Is dementia one of your symptoms?" Jake spit through his teeth.

I couldn't help but laugh at that one—all the jokes about me being crazy. However, jakes anger was real and I could feel his hands beginning to shake around mine.

I though more about Jakes words as well as mine. There was just no way else to explain how I had managed to escape Victoria, James, and Laurent, and keep Edward in my life. Something was working in my favor.

"Maybe," I admitted, "I'm not saying things will work out easily, Jake. But how could I have lived through all that I've lived through and not believe in magic by this point?"

"Magic?" I felt Jake's trembling subside as he said this.

"Especially for you," I said while smiling. I removed one of my hands from his and pressing it against his cheek. "More then anyone else, you've got some magic waiting to make things right for you."

"What are you babbling about?"

Smiling at his sarcasm, something you rarely ever saw occur in the house, I explained, "Edward told me once what it was like—your imprinting thing. He said it was like A Midsummer Night's Dream, like magic. You'll find who you're really looking for, Jacob, and maybe then this will all make sense."

I hoped Jake wouldn't blow off my words for nothing. I saw the anger return with a vengeance in his eyes. I heard a growl erupt from him. "If you think imprinting could ever make sense of this insanity…" I saw Jake pause as he struggled to find the right words to convince me otherwise. "Do you really think that just because I might someday imprint on some stranger it would make this right?" Jake spit as he jabbed a finger towards my engorged belly. I could feel my heart being jabbed painfully as Jake spit out each word.

"Tell me what the point was then, Bella!" He shouted, "What was the point of my loving you? What was the point of you loving him? When you die," He snarled, "How is that ever right again? What's the point to all the pain? Mine, yours, his! You'll kill him, too, not that I care about that."

By now it was significantly painful to hear echoed throughout my ears. I could feel my body flinch at his words but he kept at it.

"So what was the point of your twisted love story, in the end? If there is any sense, please shoe me, Bella, because I don't see it."

Finally he stopped ranting and I let out the breath that I had been, unconsciously, holding in. "I don't know yet, Jake. But I just…feel…" I struggled once more for the right words to reassure him, "that this is all going somewhere good, hard to see as it is now. I guess you could call it faith."

"You're dying for nothing, Bella! Nothing!" Jake protested.

Instantly my hand dropped from Jakes face to the top of my swollen belly. I gently rubbed soothing circles trying to calm my sweet little nudger.

"I'm not going to die," I spit through my teeth in a mantra as if I was trying to convince myself more then him. "I will keep my heart beating. I'm strong enough for that."

"That's a load of crap, Bella. You've been trying to keep up with the supernatural for too long. No normal person can do it. You're not strong enough." As Jake said this he took my face between his hands and looked deeply into my eyes.

"I can do this. I can do this." I repeated to myself trying not to let Jacob's words get to me.

"Doesn't look like it to me. So what's your plan? I hope you have one."

I nodded. I did have a plan. "Did you know Esme jumped off a cliff? When she was human, I mean."

"So?" Jake muttered.

"So she was close enough to dead that they didn't even bother taking her to the emergency room—they took her right around to the morgue. Her heart was still beating, though, when Carlisle found her…" I let my voice trail off giving him the hint.

"You're not planning on surviving this human," Jake muttered his voice seemed detached.

Of course I wasn't. "No. I'm not stupid." Ifinally lifted my eyes to meet Jakes stare. "I guess you probably have your own opinion on that point, though."

"Emergency vampirization," Jake mumbled.

"It worked for Esme." I pointed out, "And Emmett, Rosalie, and even Edward. None of them were in such great shape. Carlisle only changed them because it was that or death. He doesn't end lives, he saves them."

I saw Jake's face flicker in a way that made it seem like he felt guilty. Not seconds after that he began to try to persuade me yet again. "Listen to me, Bella. Don't do it that way. Don't wait until it's too late, Bella. Not that way. Live. Okay? Just live. Don't do this to me." Jake begged, "Don't do it to him. You know what he's going to do when you die." Jakes voice got louder, "You've seen it before. You want him to go back with those Italian killers?"

The Volturi. I felt myself cringe as the memories of Edward standing between me and them, trying, uselessly to protect me.

Jake's soft voice broke through the painful fog that was growing in my mind. "Remember when I got mangled up by those newborns? What did you tell me?"

I remembered in almost perfect quality what I had told him and I feared he would use that against me. I pressed my lips together trying to keep myself from crying at the horrible things I had done to him.

"You told me to be good and listen to Carlisle," he repeated. "And what did I do? I listened to the vampire. For you."

I shook my head at the words, "You listened because it was the right thing to do."

"Okay—pick either reason."

I took in a deep breath. "It's not the right thing now." I dropped my eyes to my belly and whispered to my little nudger. "I won't kill him."

"Oh, I hadn't heard the great news. A bouncing baby boy, huh? Shoulda brought some blue balloons."

I felt my cheeks flush at the information I unintentionally slipped to him.

"I don't know he's a boy." It was true I didn't know. I only assumed.

"The ultrasound won't work. The membrane around the baby is too hard—like their skin. So he's a little mystery. But I always see a boy in my head," I continued.

"It's not some pretty baby in there, Bella." Jake protested.

"We'll see."

"You won't." Jake snarled.

"You're very pessimistic, Jacob. There is definitely a chance that I might walk away from this."

Jake didn't answer and I figured he was trying to cool down from all the intense anger that had been flying around.

"Jake," I said patting his hair as I stroked his cheek. "It's going to be okay. Shh. It's okay."

Jake didn't look up. "No. It will not be okay."

I didn't bother listening to Jake's whines. I whipped some tears from his cheek as I muttered, "Shh."

"What's the deal, Bella?" Jake said and I tried to look into his eyes. However, Jake was suddenly very interested with the carpet at that moment. But regardless of his new fetish he continued talking.

"I thought the whole point was that you wanted your vampire more than anything. And now you're just giving him up? That doesn't make any sense. Since when are you desperate to be a mom? If you wanted that so much, why did you marry a vampire?"

I sighed. Jakes words made sense but there was a different reason I had. "I did not know that. I didn't really care about having a baby. I didn't even think about it. It's not just having a baby. It's…well," I struggled for the right words for the umpteenth time that day. Finally I managed to find them, "…this baby."

"It's a killer, Bella. Look at yourself."

I refused to listen to Jacob words.

"He's not. It's me/ I'm just weak and human. But I can tough this out, Jake, I can—"

"Aw, come on! Shut up, Bella. You can spout this crap to your bloodsucker, but you're not fooling me. You know you're not going to make it." Jake fumed.

I was pissed, to say the least.

"I do not know that." I said, glaring at him, "I'm worried about it, sure."

"Worried about it," he repeated through clenched teeth.

I felt a sharp pang at the middle of my bump. I could feel the bruise already beginning to form.

"I'm fine" I panted, trying, unsuccessfully, to ignore the horrible pain, "It's nothing."

I didn't realize that my hands that had been clutching the over-sized sweat shirt Edward had loaned me, thank god it still held his scent, to the side exposing some recently bruised skin.

I heard Jake's gasp and quickly followed his gaze. Horrified, I pulled the material so that it covered it.

"He's strong, that's all," I quickly stammered to explain.

"Bella," Jakes voice was smooth and I could hear the pity rising in it.

"Bella, don't do this," He pleaded once more.

"Jake—"

"Listen to me. Don't get your back up yet. Okay? Just listen. What if . . . ?"

"What if what?"

"What if this wasn't a one-shot deal? What if it wasn't all or nothing? What if you just listened to Carlisle like a good girl, and kept yourself alive?"

I could see where this was going.

"I won't" I protested.

"I'm not done yet." Jake complained, "So you stay alive. Then you can start over. This didn't work out. Try again."

I thought about what he was saying. On one hand it made sense. Jake would want me to start over so we didn't start a war. The frown lines between Jake's eyebrows showed me that he too was confused. I touched the place trying to make sense of everything.

"I don't understand . . . . What do you mean, try again? You can't think Edward you let me . . . .? And what difference would it make? I'm sure and baby—"

"Yes," Jake snapped as if he were reading my mind. "Any of his would be the same."

I just got more and more confused. What was he getting at?

"What?"

Suddenly, it came to me. Of course, Jake would want me to start over. Edward children would be the same. So the only way to make it different… was to have Jacob Blacks child.

Author's Note: AHA! Extra long chapter for youuu(; I wanted it to seem authentic so I copied most of the quotes from the book. But don't worry, the only part I got from the book are the things in italics. Everything else is from me(: Review.