Late again, I know, I know. But hey, I'll be updating on Wednesday as well, and I'll be updating my other stories in the next few days too. for those of you who like my human fan fictions, check out my new all human one, "The Happiest Place on Earth". It's just getting started, and is just begging for some feedback and suggestions. Lemme know watcha think. Here we go!
"Emmet, is Rosalie alright?" Esme gasped, placing her wine glass down on the table
"No. She lost the baby two weeks ago."
"Oh, the poor dear. Did you go to Carlisle or Edward?"
He was already shaking his head.
"I couldn't bring her to tell either of them. She was so upset already. I could not bear to see her brought to tears yet again."
"Who did you bring her to?" I spoke up
"Dr. Zafrina Yash."
"Good choice." Carlisle nodded, "she's lost a few children herself. It's good that Rosalie had someone to talk to. Miscarriages are tough, even this early along."
"I just wish I could so something more for her." He breathed
"Let the girls talk to her. Bella and Alice are her best friends, and they are the only people who she will trust right now, besides you. Rosalie may not have wanted a baby right now, but she was still growing it inside her and getting used to the idea of having a baby. You did all that you could." I promised
"Edward is right. And everything happens for a reason. As morbid as it is, maybe now isn't the time for her to have a baby. When you are both ready and prepared, you can try again. There's a miracle inside of each of us, and Rosalie will undoubtedly receive hers."
I felt extremely horrible for Rosalie. I couldn't imagine Bella going through this, or my own sister.
At the moment, I feared for my sister. Alice could very well lose the baby. Right now she was underweight, and she was extremely petite and delicate to begin with. My sister and best friend could very well lose their child too.
There was a knock on my bedroom door.
"I'm studying." I hissed
"Eddy, it's me." A voice whispered
"Come in, Ali." I sighed, pushing my textbooks to the perimeter of my desk, and flipping the desk lamp off and the regular lights on
"I have no one to play with." She frowned
"What about, er- Isabella?"
"She's playing with her friend, Jacob."
"And dad?"
"Daddy's doing research for a surgery. Mommy told me to go find you."
"Alice, I have a huge chemistry test tomorrow first period."
"But this is chemistry." She insisted, holding up a plastic baby doll by its arm
"Just for a little bit, okay?" I asked, glancing at my watch
"Alright." She grinned, grabbing my hand to pull me out of my room and down the steps
"You can have this baby doll."
"Does it have a name?"
"Yes, she does. Her name is Bella."
"Your friend's name?"
"Of course." She giggled, handing me a small pink cap for the doll's head
"And what's the name of yours?"
'My son's name is Anthony, just like your second name."
Well, that was kind of thoughtful.
"Well, I'm honored to be named after your child."
"Don't thank me now, Edward. Make sure you thank me when I actually have a baby. And then me and its daddy will name the baby after you if it's a boy."
"Here." She smiled, handing me an empty plastic bottle
I held the bottle to the doll's mouth and sighed, trying to think of the formulas that would be on the test tomorrow
"Edward, support Anthony's head. You don't want him to get hurt." She warned
"Right." I agreed, adjusting my position
"Don't cry, little baby." She hummed, rocking the plastic doll back and forth, "It's time for you to go to sleep."
I put the doll down and observed my sister. The doll balanced in her arms just right. The way she stroked the doll's head, and hummed a lullaby to it. She supported the head, and rocked it back and forth.
Motherhood suited her, and I yearned for the day when she would find a man she loved whom she could raise a child with.
Later that night, so many years ago, I tucked her into bed, and pulled the comforter up to her chin.
"Some day." I whispered, brushing back her black curls with my hand, "Some day you'll find a man who loves you, who will give you a beautiful wedding, and together you will have beautiful children, that you can tuck in at night."
I placed her doll named Bella beside her, and kissed her forehead.
"Goodnight, Alice. Sweet dreams."
"I think we're good now." Alice smiled, ushering Rosalie into the room with one hand, the other on her now slightly showing baby bump
"You come sit next to me, Rosalie, honey." Esme smiled, reaching out for her hand
"Okay." She sniffed, sitting down, while Esme rubbed soothing circles into her back
"Alice, I-" Jasper started
"Oh, I know, I'm so-"
"Me too."
"Oh Jazz." She whispered, wrapping her small arms around him, and sighing contently into his shoulder
"Let's not fight ever again." Jasper smiled, putting his forehead against hers, before leaning in to share a quick, yet meaningful kiss
I turned to Bella.
"How are you?" I whispered
"Me? I'm fine." She laughed, "I mean, Alice is the one who was in a fight with her husband, and having some weight issues. Rosalie just lost her baby. And me, well, everything's going perfectly for me."
"That's why I'm asking how you are."
"But I told you everything was perfect."
"And are you okay with that?" I asked, raising a brow
"No." she scowled, "I'm a little jealous."
"Ah."
"Alice is getting all this attention, and now everyone's going to feel bad for Rosalie."
"And there will be no one left to fuss over you?"
"Well there's you, but you just pepper me with compliments. There's no drama or fear. We just work."
"So you want to add some fuel to the fire? Upset the kettle a little bit, just so you can have some fun, right?"
"I guess." She sighed, not seeing where I was going with this
"Can you be free next weekend?"
"Yes. But what about your promotion?"
"I've already worked extra hours, and now, I have plans with my girlfriend."
"That's what your big idea is. Plans? How are nice evening or weekend plans going to cause a tad of drama in our quaint little relationship."
"You're going to introduce me to Charlie."
"I-I'm going to what?" she gasped
"Introduce me to your father. As your boyfriend." I smirked
"But, Edward."
"Yes?"
"He has a gun."
Valid point.
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