A/N: for those of you who aren't reading my Just Dance story, the reason I haven't updated in ages is because I've been a hospital patient for two months. Got released just before Christmas. Legit sick. So now that I'm back, I'd love to celebrate by reading your reviews! REVIEW! it will make me feel better! and i'll update again sooner.

Little Miracles


"No, you don't want that," I told Ian, who held tight to my hair. He giggled and began twirling it around his chubby little hand. The one strand that escaped the hair band and he found it. He tugged hard, making me wince in pain. I freed one of my hands and opened up his, releasing the strand from his tenacious grip, and replaced it with his favorite plastic ring.

Esme relented me some alone time with Ian for the first time today. When I woke up from my short-lived nap, she was in the kitchen making tea. Edward, who'd rarely left my side in the two weeks since Ian's birth, desperately needed sustenance. I felt a little sad, but Esme kept me busy…so did Ian.

My rocking chair in Ian's nursery is a godsend. He absolutely loved it, and so did I. He woke up crying fifteen minutes ago; the moment I started rocking him, he quieted.

"EEEEYA!" He cried loudly. He waved his hands in the air, dropping the plastic ring--more like chucking it--onto the floor. I sighed and hiked him onto my shoulder. His cries didn't stop. He started sucking on my shoulder and I realized he was hungry.

"Aw, I'm sorry," I cooed. Un-buttoning Edward's dress shirt that I stole, I allowed Ian access to his favorite food source. He sucked happily on my breast while I continued to rock him. After a while, he stopped, resting his tiny head on top of my breast. I buttoned the shirt back up and shifted him to my shoulder. Gently, I patted his back until I heard a tiny burp and I laid him down on my lap. He had a little grin on his face that reminded me of Edward's crooked smile.

"You look like your daddy," I told him. "That smile of yours is going to dazzle a girl someday. You are going to be quite the charmer." His smile grew bigger, I frowned playfully. "You don't have to be so smug about it." He clapped his hands together like he was proud of himself.

In the two weeks that Ian had been home, I reveled in moments like this. With family constantly around me, I rarely got a moment alone with Ian. I always had someone looking after me, someone always watching, and they were a constant reminder of why I needed watching over. But when I did get this time alone, I savored every smile, every coo, every touch. For a little while, it could just be me and Ian. No over-protective family, no Volturi, just me and my son.

He yawned and his eyes closed. I supported his head and rocked him in my lap. He quickly fell asleep. The slight breeze the rocking motion created felt good on my skin. It felt unusually warm in the house. As smoothly as possible, I got onto my feet and put him in his crib. He stretched out with his arms above his head, his hands curled into little fists. I put a light blanket over him and turned on the video baby monitor. Before leaving, I planted a kiss on his forehead. His skin felt cool on my lips.

"I love you," I whispered. "Sweet dreams."

I know I shouldn't have, but I saw Edward leaning against the door frame and nearly jumped out of my skin. He stayed where he was, smiling like it was going out of style.

"How long have you been standing there?" I asked after taking the time to slow my heartbeat down, though I already knew the answer.

"Long enough," he said, the smile remaining on his face. He closed the distance between us and enveloped me in a hug. "It feels nice to come home and see my wife taking care of our son. You are, without a doubt, the best mother in the world." He kissed my temple and I smiled.

"Is Esme still here?" I asked.

He scoffed. "God, no. Do you think I'd say something like that with her around?" We both started to chuckle. I wrapped my hands around his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist.

"I'm tired," I told him, resting my chin on his shoulder. "When baby sleeps, mama sleeps." Edward didn't carry me to the bedroom. "Where are you taking me?" I demanded as he carried me down the steps.

"To the kitchen. Esme told me you haven't eaten all day. You need food." By the tone in his voice, I could tell there would be no negotiating.

"Well, I woke up to a crying Ian, so I fed him, changed him, and then he didn't want to sleep so Esme played with him while I took a shower and got cleaned up, then Ian still wasn't tired, so I gave him a bath, and he fell asleep shortly after that. I took a nap, that lasted about two hours, and Ian started crying again--I swear the kid is on a schedule of his own--and he was fed again. I put him in the swing for a while, but he didn't like that, so I ended up just carrying him around until Esme took him, but he wouldn't stop crying unless I was holding him. So for a couple hours, I just walked around with him. He fell asleep after that , and he just woke up about an hour ago, and so I decided to feed him again."

"My, my, you've had a busy day." Edward leg go of me and I took a seat on one of the bar-stools.

"So, did you find anything good to eat?" I asked, picking up an apple.

Edward shrugged. "I found a few red deer, Emmett found a brown bear."

"That's good," I said lightly. Fatigue really began to take a toll on my body. I slouched in my seat and set the apple down. "Edward, I'm really tired. Can I just go take a nap?" it was the closest I'd ever come to whining.

Edward looked concerned. "Bella, you need to eat. When you're well fed, Ian's well fed. The 'eating for two' rule still applies." He walked over to the stainless steel fridge and pulled out a container of left-over pasta. I looked at it with utter disdain. Damn pasta is keeping me from my much needed sleep. He pretended not to notice and put the container in the microwave. He eyed me carefully.

"Edward, I'm not hungry, I'm tired. Can I just go sleep?" I felt like putting my head on the counter and falling asleep there.

Edward reached across the counter and took my face in his hands, his expression serious.

"Bella, you haven't eaten all day. You didn't eat much yesterday. Esme said she couldn't get you to eat either. After you eat some food, you can sleep." His hands felt nice on my cheeks. I shut my eyes. His cold hands felt so nice. I felt like a tidal wave of fatigue had suddenly hit me, and I didn't care if Edward didn't want me to sleep. God-dammit I was going to sleep. "Bella, you are burning up!" Huh? I couldn't understand a word he said.

"Bella!" I could tell he was yelling, but it sounded more like a strained whisper.

Why did it feel so hot? Everything went quiet and then it was just me. I felt like I was back in Phoenix, wearing a sweater and dark blue jeans. I could feel a small breeze across my forehead, the sweat coating my skin, feeling very sticky. I wanted to get the clothes off, but I couldn't feel my body. For a moment, I wondered if any of this was real. Is this kind of heat healthy? Can the heat hurt--

"IAN!" I shot up and immediately clutched my stomach. Cold hands quickly took hold of my arms.

"Bella!" Carlisle's voice cut through my panic. "Bella, you need to calm down."

"Where's Ian?" I demanded frantically. I didn't recognize my own voice. "Is he okay?" It was irrational of me to think that heat could really effect him, but a part of me wanted to know for sure he wasn't sick, he wasn't uncomfortable.

"Ian is fine. He is sleeping upstairs in his crib," Carlisle assured me quickly. He focused his attention on me. "Bella, how are you feeling? Do you feel any pain? Soreness? Discomfort?" He pressed a few fingers to my wrist and looked at his watch.

"No, I'm just really hot. Can I see Ian? Where's Edward?" I noticed his absence and didn't like it.

Carlisle's expression made my stomach twist. Pity and sympathy glazed his eyes. "He's upstairs with Ian, trying to calm down." I gave him a questioning look. He wiped my forehead with a towel. He looked at me in the eyes and said, "You scared him out of his mind, Bella. He panicked because all of a sudden, your temperature shot up to 105 within a matter of seconds. I got over here within two minutes of his call. You just have a flu-virus. Your immune system will never really recover from the cancer, so these types of things will be inevitable. Edward is just having a hard time coming to terms with that." He rubbed my arm soothingly.

I wanted Edward. I wanted Edward so I could tell him I was fine, that I would always be fine, that I'm just a nutcase that bizarre things happen to and he should look at it humorously, that he shouldn't have to panic about a slight fever. He was a mess because of me. Guilt inevitably came.

I looked towards the stairs. "Edward," I called softly. He quickly appeared at my side, panic stricken across his face. "How are you feeling, love?" He brushed the sweat-soaked hair out of my face.

"I'm fine," I took his hand in mine. "Are you alright?" Carlisle got up and left the room, going elsewhere, probably upstairs to check on Ian.

He kissed my hand and tired smiling. "As good as I can be when you're sick."

"Well, germs and bacteria are a part of my life. Thank God I never have to see Ian go through that."

Ian does have certain vampire qualities: he has a natural glow to his skin in the sunlight, his skin is impenetrable, his limbs are strong, and we discovered that no human illness can affect him. His infallible immune system will come in handy with everything that's out there. He can't get the flu, he can't get any incurable diseases like me, and I never have to suffer the pain of watching my child fight against bodily intruders. If Ian ever got cancer, my sanity might've been at stake.

Edward smiled just a bit. "There's that, but right now you need to rest." He gently lifted me from the couch and walked up the stairs, trying not to jostle me too much. Sometimes the lengths Edward goes to make sure I'm comfortable brings tears to my eyes. I feel sometimes that he's going out of his way to help me, which makes my independent side very irritated with me. We walked passed Ian's room, and I could see him sleeping soundly, his little mobile going round and round above his crib.

"Some days, I really can't believe he's ours," I whispered.

Edward kissed the top of my head. "Some days, neither can I."

He put me to bed, making sure I had a glass of ice-cold water and a Tylenol for the fever. Hopefully the fever would go down within the next hour-and-a-half so I could feed Ian. He's always hungry.

I knew I was dreaming, but that didn't prevent the eerie chill that seemed to placate the air. Versailles didn't look cheery and bright like usual; ominous clouds plagued the skies and shielded the sun from shining. The wind died, and the silence screamed 'Run!', but I couldn't move. I felt implanted in the soil beneath my feet. I looked into the trees bordering our property line and the world stopped, but they kept moving.

With unworldly grace, they glided across the land between us, dressed in charcoal black cloaks that covered their faces, but nothing could block their blood-red eyes, never taking their eyes off of me.

I clutched what was in my arms tightly, and looked down to find Ian. He seemed restless, whimpering with wide, frightened eyes. I wanted to soothe him, but how could I when I couldn't even soothe myself? My body betrayed me and broke out in goose-bumps, the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, and I could feel the tension surrounding me.

With every step they took towards me, the more I wanted to back away, but couldn't.

Protect Ian.

With that thought, I turned on my heel and started running back towards the house; back to where I hoped safety could be provided, but the closer I came to it, the further it went away. Why wouldn't it stay? Why couldn't I protect Ian? He whimpered in my arms again, and I just shushed him gently, trying to hide my panic. I could feel them behind me, but I couldn't. Fear kept me from turning back.

My eyes shot open, and I found myself clutching Edward's shirt for dear life. He held me closely. When I looked up to meet his eyes, they looked confused.

"When's the next storm?" I demanded, getting out of bed and marching for Ian's nursery. He was just beginning to stir when I approached the crib. He smiled and squealed with delight, reaching his arms desperately for me.

Edward stayed behind me. "A week from now, why?"

"They're coming." The confusion left his face and horrifying revelation took over. "Expect a call from Alice soon." I walked over to the changing table and grabbed a new diaper.

"How do you know all this?" He asked., hovering over me.

"My dream," I started. "It was so vivid and so real. I felt everything. And the moment I saw them, I just knew. And they are not going to like what they see if they get to Ian and I." The picture of their blood colored eyes sent shivers down my spine.

Edward's arms slipped around my waist and he rested his head on my shoulder. "That's not going to happen. We won't let it happen. I promise," he whispered.

"How can you promise something with the Volturi?" I asked gently, resting my hands over his. Ian looked up at us from his changing table and cooed. We both smiled back at him.

"That's why," he said. After a few quiet moments, I picked up Ian.

"It's dinner time for the big boy," I said, pulling out the boppy and sitting down in the rocking chair. Edward stood close by. "You should probably go call Alice." Just then his phone started ringing.

"She's not going to be happy when she finds out you saw it first," he snickered. I rolled my eyes but he left the room. Ian fed while I rocked him. He was the center of my world, the one thing that rooted me to the earth. I couldn't imagine him being anywhere else but with his family. There was no room in his world for the Volturi.

I knew Edward, as well as the rest of the Cullen clan, was determined to keep Ian and I safe and out of harms way, but with a force as strong and powerful as the Volturi, I didn't see how that was possible. Fortunately, There weren't any tracks made by me: we took a car to and from the hospital, so I can't be traced, and I haven't left the house since. That will make hiding me a bit easier, but not entirely possible. My realism began to really put a downer on my outlook of the situation.

Edward walked back into the nursery with a stone expression on his face. "Carlisle, Jasper, and Emmett are beginning to formulate a plan, so everything should be worked out fairly soon." I just nodded and looked down at Ian. Edward came and stood next to me, kneeling down to take my free hand in his. "You will have nothing to worry about," he emphasized. "I swear, you and Ian will be safe. They will never get to you." I just nodded. "Is there anything else I can do to assure you? You still look tense and worried."

I scoffed. "You can't tell a mother not to be worried about her child. It's like telling a bird not to fly, or a fish not to swim. It's impossible. You can ease my fears a little, but they will never go away." He smiled softly, then glanced at Ian, who still fed. Edward rubbed his back gently.

"If you think I'd let anyone ruin this, then you are out of your mind." His comment sounded innocent enough, but I could hear the conviction. He wasn't joking. He kissed my forehead, and for the rest of the day, we just sat with Ian, and savored every moment.