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I want to thank my pre-reader Mist and my beta JJ Twi1ight. Thank you both for making my story readable.

A/N: I'm going to do a little story pimping for my girl LifelessLyndsey. If you haven't read her story 'Through the Window' I really have to wonder why. It is this amazing Sam/Bella story that I have read numerous times. I love, love, love that story. Oh, who am I kidding? I love all her stories, but seriously go read Through the Window, you won't be sorry.

Sam's POV

"No, you misunderstood," Dr. Davis began and stopped as he squatted in front of me.

"What?" I choked out.

"You didn't exactly allow me to finish when I said we did everything that we could," he told me.

"Is Bella okay?" Paul demanded.

I silenced him with a look and turned back to the doctor. "Tell me," I gritted my teeth to keep the growl in.

"We had to deliver the baby. The damage to Mrs. Uley's abdomen was severe. We had to perform a hysterectomy on your wife. I'm sorry, but there was no way around it," Dr. Davis explained.

"Are they going to be okay?" I asked.

"Your wife slipped into a coma, but I am hopeful that she will make a full recovery. I pulled Dr. Hart in and she is caring for the baby. She is a neonatal specialist, one of the best in the field. She will take care of your little girl," he promised.

"Can we see them?" Charlie questioned.

"Mr. Uley," Dr. Gaspard called. "I'm sorry to interrupt. Cameron is out of surgery and we were able to put the pins in. He will be ICU until he wakes up, I'm afraid. We ran tests and there was no brain injury. I believe his coma was his body's way of healing. Your son should make a full recovery."

"Thank you," I breathed.

"Mr. Uley, I can take you to see your family. Your wife and son are in rooms not too far from each other and your daughter is just down the hall from them," Dr. Davis stated.

I turned to look at Charlie and he nodded his head. We all stood and I followed the doctor down the hall to see my family. I held my breath as the doctor opened the door and I saw my wife all bruised and attached to machines. She looked so fragile lying in that hospital bed. I walked towards her and bent down to place a kiss on her lips.

"I can't live without you, Bella. You have to come back to me, please," I begged. "Our children need you and so do I," I whispered.

"They say talking to them helps," a female voice said.

I turned and saw a nurse as she walked over to the machine and hooked up a new bag of fluid. I nodded and reached for Bella's hand.

"I love you. I'm going check on Cameron and Carlie. They had to deliver her and she needs you to wake up," I paused and took a shuddering breath. "I'll be back soon."

I released her hand and left the room. Dr. Davis was in the hall with Charlie and I could hear the pack as they complained about not being able to come see Bella, Cameron, and Carlie. I stopped in front of the doctor and hoped he would allow them back here, even if only for a moment.

"Doctor, I need you to allow my family that was in the waiting room with me back here to see Bella and Cameron," I told him.

"Mr. Uley, hospital regulations state that only immediate family is allowed in to see patients in the ICU," he explained.

"They are immediate family," Charlie answered. "My daughter and grandson need them back here so they can recover."

Dr. Davis sighed and closed his eyes for a moment before he opened them and looked to the nurse that had come out of Bella's room.

"Bring two in at a time and they can only stay for fifteen minutes with Mrs. Uley and Cameron," he told the nurse. "If anyone asks, tell them I authorized it."

"Thank you Dr. Davis," I said as I reached for his hand.

We shook hands and he inclined his head before he took me down another hall. He handed me scrubs to put on and instructed me on how to wash my hands. Once I was sterilized, he opened a door and I got a first glimpse of my daughter. She was so tiny and I feared that she would be taken from us before we ever got a chance to know her.

I walked over to the tube she was in and saw that there were gloved openings for me to stick my hands in. I slipped my hands in and lightly touched her hand. The tears that I had been holding at bay slid down my cheeks and I didn't care.

"Please God, you can't take them away from me," I prayed.

"I'm Dr. Hart," a new voice spoke.

I looked up and saw a woman as she walked over towards me. She had a chart in her hands and she gave me a kind smile.

"I'm Sam," I introduced myself. "Will my daughter be alright?" I questioned.

"Your daughter has a struggle on her little hands, but I have faith that she will be just fine. She's a fighter. We were able to get her temperature stable and she will have to be fed through a tube, but I see no reason why she won't survive, Sam," she informed me.

"How long will she be hooked up like this?" I wondered.

"Your daughter was born two months early, but she is doing quite well. I want to keep her incubated for a few weeks so she can develop further and then we can try to feed her with a bottle," she responded.

"She's so small," I whispered as her little fingers closed around my thumb.

"She's not the smallest baby I've had in my care. Your daughter weighs nearly four pounds. If I had to guess, she would have been close to nine pounds if your wife had been able to carry her to term," she said as she looked thoughtful.

"Thank you Dr. Hart," I murmured.

"It's my pleasure," she said as she left the room.

"Daddy will be back, Sweetheart. I'm going to go check on your brother. You keep fighting so I can hold you in my arms," I told her as I removed my hands.

I left the room with Dr. Davis and we walked back towards Bella's room. He stopped us at a few doors away from her room and I entered, seeing my son in the bed. I closed my eyes as I focused on my wife and listened. I could hear Charlie talking to her, but no other sounds.

A few minutes later the Chief walked in the room with me and stopped next to the bed. He reached for Cameron's hand and gave it a little squeeze.

"How's my granddaughter?" He asked with tears in his eyes.

"Dr. Hart said she will be just fine. I'm sure they will allow you to see her," I gave him a small smile.

"Paul and Jared are in the room with Bella," he rolled his eyes. "I'm pretty sure they would have snuck back here if Dr. Davis wouldn't have granted them permission."

"They would have," I agreed, heavyhearted.

"You listen to me, Sam," Charlie spoke sternly. "I know my daughter and she will survive, so will my grandbabies."

"I can't live without them, Charlie," I admitted.

I turned my back to him as more tears fell. I felt his hand touch my arm, but I refused to face him.

"You won't have to, Son. They will live," he promised. "I'm going sit with my granddaughter for a while, but I'll be back."

I nodded and pulled up a chair to sit next to Cameron's bed. I had just sat when Leah and Jacob walked in. I could tell that she had been crying because her eyes were red and puffy.

"Paul and Jared are still in there with Bella," Jacob commented. "They were telling her it was time to wake up when we walked passed her room."

"I can hear them," I responded.

"Sam, I know you are worried about them. We all are, but you have to believe that they will be okay," Leah spoke softly.

"I do believe, Leah, but this isn't easy for me. My whole reason for living is lying in three separate beds and each one of them is fighting for their lives," I growled.

"You have to be strong for them," she raised her voice. "And when their lives are out of danger, we are going to find the son-of-a-bitch that did this to them and make the fucker pay," she snarled as she paced around the room.

Jacob put his arms around her and he looked at me apologetically. I inclined my head and stared at Cameron while I thought of all the ways that I would make that bastard suffer for what he did to my family. He wouldn't just die for the pain he's caused. I would torture him and make him beg for death before I granted him his demise.

BPOV

As I drove Cameron and myself to the store in Forks to find another costume, I thought about my wonderful husband. I loved him with my whole heart and our life was perfect. I parked the truck and we climbed out of it together and walked hand in hand inside.

We made our way over to the costume selection and there wasn't many to choose from, but we got lucky and found a wolf one. Cameron squealed with excitement when I pulled it down and showed him. It was black just like he wanted and I couldn't help but smile at my son.

We walked around the store a little more and I grabbed a few extra things that I thought we would need for the party. I paid for my purchases, but kept getting this strange feeling that I was being watched. I looked around and when I didn't see anyone, I tried to shake off the bad vibe.

As we left the store and made our way back to the truck, I spotted a figure out in the distance. I squinted my eyes in an attempt to make out who it was, but I didn't have to wonder for long. He began walking towards us and the closer he got, the more I could have swore it was Sam, but I knew in my heart that it wasn't.

When he got close enough, I was able to make out exactly what he looked like. He was identical to my husband in every way except for the huge scar that went from his forehead all the way down his cheek on one side of his face. I quickly helped Cameron into the truck and threw my bags in the backseat. I ran around to my side and started the truck as I dug around in my purse for my phone.

"Buckle up, Cameron," I told him as I drove out of the parking lot.

I buckled my seatbelt and dialed the number for home as I kept glancing in the rearview mirror. My eyes bulged when I saw the unknown man running after us. I sped up as the phone began to ring. I could feel tears prick my eyes as the stranger got closer and closer.

"Hello," Sam finally answered.

"SAM!" I screamed.

"Bella, Baby," he shouted. "What's going on?"

"He's running after us. Oh God, Sam, he looks just like you," I cried out.

"Where are you?" He asked. "Who looks just like me?"

"I don't know. He was outside the store," I shook my head as I pushed down on the gas harder. "Cameron, stay down for momma," I told him as I looked over at my son.

When I lifted my head all I saw was the man running at my side of the truck. I closed my eyes and stuck one hand over Cameron as I heard the tires squeal and a loud crash. The pain was unbearable as I felt the vehicle roll. I screamed when something sliced into my stomach and I instinctively reached for the baby.

When I opened my eyes all I saw was a bright white light. It was blinding as I tried to shield my eyes from the harsh glare. I looked around, but I couldn't see anything or anyone. I placed my hands on my stomach and sobbed as I felt it was flat.

Where the hell was I and where was my baby? "Hello," I called out. "Can anyone hear me? I don't know where I am."

I was met with silence and I sunk to my knees as I began to wonder if I had died. I couldn't be dead. I had to live for Sam, for Cameron, and for my precious Carlie.

"Oh my, what are you doing out here all alone, Child?" An elderly woman asked me.

"Who are you?" I wondered.

"You don't recognize me?" She smiled.

I stared at her for a moment before I suddenly realized who she was.

"Grandma Swan," I gasped.

"I know it has been a while, but have I really changed so much that you didn't know me?" She laughed and it sounded like bells.

"What am I doing here?" I questioned her.

"My guess would be to heal seeing as it isn't your time," she answered.

"Heal?"

"Look at yourself, Bella," she instructed as she pointed to her right.

I turned and saw my reflection in the mirror. I was covered in bruises and cuts. My hands rested on my stomach as fresh tears slid down my cheeks.

"She's not dead," Grandma Swan murmured.

"She's not?" I spun to face her.

"No, Child, she isn't. Come," she reached for my hand. "You need to rest so you can return to your family."

"Is Cameron okay?"

"He will be fine, he's just asleep for now," she grinned.

A bed appeared before us and she helped me to lie down. As my eyes closed, I could hear Sam and Paul talking. Their voices sounded as if they were far away, but I couldn't be sure. I suddenly felt so tired and allowed my body to fall into a slumber.

A/N: I am not a doctor, but I did do a little research for this chapter. I know this chapter is shorter than I usually write, but I felt this was a good place to stop. For those of you readers that are still with me, I thank you.

Author's Rant: I want to make something perfectly clear; this is my story to do with as I please. Now, I get that some of you were not happy with the way that I ended the last chapter, but again, it is my story. I can end it where I choose to. If you don't like the story, you don't have to read it, but don't PM me telling me how I am a heartless bitch for killing off characters when you have no idea what I am doing with my story or the characters. End rant!