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Chapter 14

As I started to see light and shadows again, I could see colors my eyes started blinking open and closed. I started crying because I didn't want to be alive. I heard the beeping of machines around me, it hurt to stretch and move in the bed. I heard a nurse day that she is coming around.

"Ms. Swan."

"Yes," I muttered.

"I am FBI Agent Jacob Black."

"Yes."

"How are you?"

"Sore and alive I guess. What happened? How did I get here; the last thing I remember is falling into the water and one person pulling on me and another trying to drag me down."

Jacob told me. The captain and crew were replaced with FBI agents. When Demetri and Edward were having there standoff over you, we all got in position. I was actually the one holding onto you to keep you from drowning and Edward was clinging to you.

"Edward, was in contact with you while we were on the boat?"

"Yes. We were also the ones that brought out the fresh supplies for you after a week and your undergarments I believe that you needed. Your father didn't care; he had called the captain and told him not to deliver more supplies to you. Edward called us and risked being exposed so that you could have clothes and fresh food."

I started to cry again and said, "Then Edward was telling the truth."

"Yes FBI Agent Edward Cullen was telling the truth. He has been undercover for two years trying to gain enough confidence with your father to gain access to the computer files. It was the final piece we were working on. Edward was upset he had to babysit you; but he was hoping if he took good care of you and got the promotion he was promised, that would get him close enough to the computers. He stuck with the babysitting job."

"How is he?" I said through tears.

"He was hit by a bullet protecting you."

"No," and I started crying even harder. Jacob kept his hand on mine gently as we had continued our conversation. He kept trying to keep me comfortable.

"Bella, it's okay. The bullet hit one of his lungs, he had surgery yesterday and the prognosis is good for a full recovery."

"Can I see him?"

"No, he is at a different hospital for both of your safeties."

"What about Demetri?"

"He died at the hospital during surgery. His wounds were too extensive."

I just kept crying, "My father?"

"He's in jail. We have your laptop; your father's crimes include attempted murder, smuggling and embezzling. Your laptop really did hold the last piece we needed as evidence. Will you testify against your father?"

"Yes, but how are you going to keep me safe?"

"Witness protection and relocation."

"It really is that bad."

"Yes, it is."

"I am sure we have really overwhelmed you over the last hour. We are going to let you rest. A guard will always be outside your door."

"Okay," and after I cried for awhile I got to see the doctor. He explained that I had three broken ribs and my chest was taped up fairly heavily. I will be as goods as new in six weeks. I would be staying here for the next two weeks then moving to a different hospital before the first court hearing.

Four weeks later on a private plane with four guards, I was flown to Washington D.C. I had been in DC for just over a week and been throwing up every morning. After the third day, they took me back to the hospital. They had put me on a bland diet and just said it was the stress of the court case and testifying. By the seventh day, a doctor ordered a blood test and the next morning after throwing up again, he came in and said, "You are pregnant." and I fainted in my own bed. I felt a cool cloth on my head.

"Did you think it was possible?"

"Yes, but I … never mind."

"Is this okay?"

"Yes, it's fine."

"I'm going to have an ob-gyn check on you later."

After six months in DC and protective custody, I had passed Edward for the last time as I left the court house. I had barely put on ten pounds during the whole pregnancy. I could use a good haircut, but I didn't care. I rarely wore makeup. I didn't care about my clothes; I wore what I was brought. My father had been found guilty and I was about to be put on a plane to Washington State to start my new life. I was going to be the owner and manager of a bed and breakfast on The Puget Sound. The FBI had offered it to me as my new identity. I would have been crazy to turn it down. I had a new doctor I was seeing up there for the very first time. I promised my old one that I would start eating more. I was ready to start a new life and move on. My daughter's name was going to be Edin after her father Edward. When Edward and I would pass in the halls during the trial or be sitting in the court house at the same time, we never spoke. Edward had refused to speak to me when I asked at the hospital to talk to him. When I could see his face, he just looked empty to mine being sad; and we never spoke to one another.

At the bed and breakfast, I had settled into a new routine. During the breakfast hours, I was always up helping with the meal as well as during happy hour. During the late mornings, I always went for a walk. I finally got my appetite back. The employees of the Bed and Breakfast had become my family. We celebrated Thanksgiving with the whole staff and all our guests. It was amazing. The staff never questioned my expanding waist line. It was just assumed I was going to be a single mom and that's the way I wanted it, though they did watch out for me and make sure I was eating better.

It was now Christmas Eve. We were expecting one more guest who was coming to spend the holidays here. He was coming in on his yacht any time now. I was in the kitchen working on the appetizers when the receptionist came in and said Mr. Masen just checked in.

"Okay."

"Thanks."

"He is a tall good looking guy. Tall, dark copper hair, green eyes 6ft 4 or so."

"Thanks again. Nice description. Why don't you dump Jasper and go after him?"

This Christmas was unseasonably warm, so happy hour was outside. As I came around the side of the house, I saw a man get off one of the lawn chairs and put on his polo shirt he had a scar up by his upper left shoulder blade. It made me think of Edward and the bullet he took for me. I gently rubbed my belly knowing that I would always have Edin as a reminder. I hope she looked like him. But if she looked just like me, I still wouldn't care because I knew she was half Edward and me. Into the main lobby I went and set down another food tray, I heard a voice ask for me by name and my receptionist said, "She is over by the piano."

I felt a gentle hand come down on my shoulder and say, "Marissa, you are the owner."

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