Wingedspirit a.k.a Sarah; You should start counting those many levels of wrong. Lol. Sorry!
To everyone else; Please hold off on "Oh, Vampires can't feel pain," and "Oh, Vampires can't pass out." I'm not an expert, and Bella is no normal vampire. KK?
Chapter 13
Bella's POV:
I played the piano a lot lately. A couple weeks ago, I read an article in a magazine about how Mozart, and other classical pieces helped a baby's brain develop healthily. As opposed to listening to a CD, I went to the music store, and ordered the sheet music for a few favorites. Jack had bought me plenty of unnecessary things these past months, but the greatest gift he had given me was music. When I was human, one of the most appealing things about being a vampire was that I could have all that time to perfect old skills, and learn new ones. The piano was one small step towards the woman I wanted to be.
Vampires always naturally have strength, and energy. We don't sleep, we don't eat, we don't do any other things people do to get/store energy. When I first became a vampire, I experienced all of that extra strength, and energy. But as my pregnancy came to an end, I felt more human than I ever had since becoming a vampire. My feet and back hurt, which was weird, because ever since I had become a vampire I had felt no physical pain at all. I never thought I could get used to it, but I really had. Just two or three weeks left. I got out of my chair, clicked off the TV, and went to go play piano. My fingers flew across the keys as I played Edward's lullaby. I closed my eyes, and felt the love hidden in the notes. As I finished, my baby squirmed like a happy puppy, and I stood.
"Ow." I gasped as I felt a terrible pain to the left of my belly button. I sank to the ground, and put my hand on the spot. The last thing I thought was Oh no, something is wrong, Before the world blurred, and all went black.
Jack's POV:
I parked at the hotel, and grabbed the roses from the back seat of the car. I had gone out early today, to hunt and go to town for a while. I needed some time to myself, and Bella didn't hunt, so I let her stay home to read her magazine in bed with pregnant women's feet. As I ran towards the house I sped up a little. Something told me that all was not well. It was probably nothing, but I went a little faster all the same. Where was the harm in running a little faster than usual.
"Bella?" I called as the house came into view. I knew she could hear me. "Bella?" My voice sounded a little panicked, as I ran into the house. I looked in our bed, but her scent led downstairs. Could she have gone out? But instead of going straight outside from the stairs, it veered to the right, and through the living room to the piano room. Crumpled on the floor, passed out, was my love, Bella, lying in a pool of liquid. Her water had broken. "Bella." I yelled, scooping her into my arms, and running to the RF for all I was worth. In a panicked situation, I was faster than a car anyway.
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"Bella baby, you're going to be fine, sweetheart," I said, stroking her hair, "Everything's going to be just fine." We were at the RF, Bella on an operating table, and already halfway through labor.
"Edward?" She asked groggily. My heart broke a little.
"No baby."
"Jack. Jack, where am I?" Her consciousness started to come back.
"Hey honey, you're in labor."
"I'm what?" I laughed,
"You really scared me there, you know. Don't ever do that again."
"I can't make any promises," She said smiling up at me with half-closed eyes, "I'm so excited."
"Me too. I'll be here the whole way, holding your hand."
"Promise?"
"Promise." She grabbed my hand, and the contractions started.
"Nurse!" I yelled, "I think it's time."