Renesmee POV

I pulled Chris through the hospital corridors, stopping as he did when he saw dad sat in one of the plastic chairs outside of a private room. Granddad was sat next to him, talking softly to him; Grandma on dad's other side. She had her arms around him and dad had his own head in his hands.

I dropped my fiancées hand and ran towards them, skidding to a stop in front of them. Grandma and Granddad looked up at me sadly as my tears spilled over, dad however did not move.

So it was true then.

Dad cringed violently and I saw his back shake with silent sobs.

He looked up at me; his expression making me feel like my heart would break repetitively forever for him and mum. They had done nothing, nothing to deserve this.

Dad rubbed his eyes and stood up, without a words going to lay with mum on her hospital bed, her sobbing into his chest, him into her hair. As a teenage girl we had been taught about miscarriage, the physical and emotional pain of it. But I did not want to imagine what mum was feeling, not with dad so close. Tears slipped down my cheeks as I watched them lay together, Chris's arms pulling me to sob into his chest. I breathed in his wooden scent. Not like the vile stench he used to have, and although he still fazed. His scent seemed to have almost watered down, making ti much more tolerable for me and my family. Anthony an Aimee walked over, and we all exchanged hugs and sad glances. Ant held onto me for a long time, as I did him.

Edward POV

It was a long time before either me or Bella spoke, and although the silence was not uncomfortable, it seemed so hard to say anything of significance. We both knew without having to be Jasper what the other was feeling, we knew each other to well for that.

"Edward." Bella whispered her voice thick and tired.

I kissed her hair, "Yeh?"

"Do you hate me...?" She whispered, her voice breaking at the end and the falling tears returning.

I hushed her and hugged her more tightly, rocking her as we both cried.

"I think maybe it's time we both accepted the fact, that maybe we're both just supposed to have two children. We have two healthy kids my love and I can't..." My own voice snapped and she pulled back, looking at me sadly. I sniffed and she swallowed.
"You don't want to try again?" She guessed.

I gulped and nodded, scared she would snap.

But instead she nodded, pulling herself back to me, wrapping her arms around my chest and breathing into my shirt deeply. I stroked her hair.

"Not for a while at least my love." I whispered.

She nodded, "Agreed."

I was unsure how long we lay like that, her sleeping against my chest. Me wishing with all my heart that I to could sleep so the feeling and thoughts vibrating inside my skull could turn off for a moment, so I could have a moments peace.

Regardless of how long we were like that, it was long enough for me to think. And for me to think about things, when my feelings and brains were shot this bad... when I could consider and think of things I never could have before.

It was long enough for me to go over Victoria, and the possibility of having Ellie back in Bella's arms. But at what cost?

I knew the cost, I would have to live as a dead and alone man with no family and my wife beside me. She would have to think I was dead, have to let me go completely, but my brain remembered the last time I had tried to force Bella to forget me. The outcome of that situation had ended badly. With one of us assumed dead, the other set on suicide.

I looked down at my sleeping wife, stroking her hair.

I could never hurt her like that again.

I was certain of that now.

I was however unaware of a pair of crimson eyes watching from outside, a snarl leaving the persons lips resounding at a barely audible level. Her orange jet of hair trailed behind her as she ran away, but her grimace turned to a smile as she stopped in front of an ebony black wolf.

Victoria's face grinned and the wolf bowed its head, residing in the fate he had been cornered into.