Sorry for not updating in like four weeks, but I had major writers block as what to write, so this is probablly a crappy chapter, but I guess its a major chapter.

Its been two hours since Patrica has been born. And she isn't doing very well. Her tempeter is really low, almost deathly low so we have heat lights on her. But even so her tempeture is staying the same and it's not looking very good for her.

Does Bella know this? Of course not. She would be devastated if she knew that her evil little baby was dying. Plus, she was sleeping, not like I would tell her if she wasn't. I know I sound mean by thinking what I am, but it's true, I don't want to hurt Bella by telling her this. She will get all worked up and the kid will end up being fine. Maybe. But, like I said, it's not loking to go for the kid, so I can't be certain. That's why everyone in the family has agreed not to tell her about the condition of the child.

We moved Bella to my room across the hall so if she were to wake up she wouldn't see the kid. And we were currentally looking the thing over because we couldn't do much but wait and hope. Sorta. I really don't want it to live since its a monster child, but like Carlisle said when I was glaring at it, it wasn't its choice to come into this world. And I had to unfortanaly agree to it.

Okay, I have to admitt, I am a little attached to it. but that's because it came from Bella, my faincee.

I looked down at it, "Patrica." I whipsered and grabbed her still hand. I could tell the diffrence between my cold skin and her warmmer skin, but there wasn't much of a diffrence like there should be. She was deffiently losing heat, even with the lights.

I looked up at Carlisle who was staring at Patrica and running ideas around in his head, "Carlisle?"

He didn't even look up, yes, Edward?

"Do you think she'll die?" I asked, still looking at him, though he wasn't looking at me.

I'm not an Alice, and even if I was I still wouldn't be able to tell you. But with how fast she's losing heat and that she is premature I highly doubt she will. There is a 10 percent chance that she will pull through, but most people can't with that low of a percentage. So no.

Those last two words hurt more. Yes, they hurt me, even though I don't really like her. I'm still, like I said, a little attached. They hurt more because they were blunt and short, "What should we tell Bella?"

Do you want he to see her almost dead or dead? He asked in his head and I thought.

"I don't know what one is better."

Well, if I had to choose, I would say dead. Then she can try to cope, instead of trying to save an almost dead child. I nodded, excepting that as an answer.

Two more hours went by and Patricia slowly started slipping away at midnight. After she stopped breathing Carlisle placed a blacket ofer half her body. Before covering her face with it he kissed her forehead and turned to me, "We can tell her in the morning. Or whenever she wakes up. I'm sorry that you are the one to tell her Edward, but she's the closes to you, I'm pretty sure. And I would think that she'd want to hear it from you." He stepped towards me and rested his hand on my shoulder, "I'm sorry, son. If you need me, I will be in my study."

He slowly walked out of the room, hunched over himself. I felt bad for him. He feels horrible for not saving a childs life. Exspecially Bella's child. It might take days for him to speak like him normal self, even if he trys to hide it from the rest of the family I'll always know. He'll always rememeber this day and he will never forgive himself.

I took a step towards Patricia and pulled back the blanet to reveal her face, "I'm sorry." I whispered and bent down to kiss her forhead, replacing the blacket after. I took a step back and looked at the door. Someone was outside of it, someone I didn't want to deal with.

I walked over to it and opened it. There stood a tall blond, Rosalie, "What?" I asked, not at all hiding my anger and saddness.

"I never saw anyone that held so many emotions in him. And I know you love that kid, even if you don't admit it. I see it in your eyes." She started off, "But I don't think you're the right person to tell Bella. I think there is someone better," She paused, "Okay, two people. And then maybe you would be better to tell you, but then the other two people would be better to help her cope." Her hand was on her hip and she looked at me.

"Okay." I said and she rolled her eyes.

"You go tell Bella now then me and Esme will come up, okay?" She said giving me simple directions; I nodded, "Edward, this will work. I know it." She said in such a soft, caring voice you couldn't believe she was actually the one talking.

I nodded again, "Okay, thanks." We stood there awckwardly for a few minutes until I cleared my throat, "I guess I'll go do that then." HSe nodded and moved aside so I could walk past.

I paused at the door and looked behind my shoulder at Rosalie, Good luck.

I sighed and pushed open the door. Bella was sitting up in her bed, looking at me. He eyes were blood shot and puffy, "Why were you crying?" I asked as I rushed over to her bed and took her into my arms.

"I- I know what happened." She whispered.

I sighed and rested my head on hers. I really wished I could have told her. No, I wishI told her sooner, "How?"

"I- I kinda- I kinda guessed when- when I woke up he- here." She studdered through her sentence and I pulled her tighter and slowly rocked her.

"I'm sorry." I whispered into her ear and she shivered.

She sobbed one and sniffled, trying to hide them.

There was a knock at the door, Edward? Esme thought and then pushed the door open.

"I have to go, bella, but Esme and Rosalie are here." I kissed the top of her head and picked her up, setting her backk down on her bed. I slipped out of the room and closed the door. I stood there, not knowing what to do next.

Okay! Again, so so so sorry for not pdating, but ihad writers block and I have it again. I have no clue what to have Edward od, so please people, give me ideas. :) Review!