Chapter Thirty-Three

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CALLIE'S POINT OF VIEW

My heart felt like half of it has been ripped out of my chest. The pain of losing someone is always horrible, but when it's your own child, it's almost unbearable. The only thing that kept me going was my daughter and Paul.

The entire Pack was here trying to comfort me but the only person I want here is Paul. Unfortunately, he disappeared right after we found out our son had died. I thought he went outside to phase but he hasn't come back and that was yesterday.

Just as I was about to give up, Paul walked in. You could almost see the tension in the room. Sam was pissed and Emily didn't know what to think. After a little conversation, which ended in me bursting into tears, Sam dragged Paul out of the room and into the woods. The entire Pack- minus Embry – followed him out. Embry came into the room and handed me Masen.

"Everything will work out," Embry told me,

"I hope so, because I don't know what I will do if it doesn't."

The Pack decided to reappear at that very moment. Only Paul wasn't with them, and none of them would look me in the eye. It was like they all knew something I didn't and were afraid to tell me.

Before I could question them about anything, Carlisle walked in with Vanessa right behind him.

"How's my favorite momma?" Vanessa asked.

"Better. How's my favorite Godmother?" I asked.

"Couldn't be better," she replied.

"Wait? You picked her to be Masen's Godmother?" Emily asked skeptically.

"Of course," I replied.

"Why the hell would you do that?" She practically screeched.

"I trust her and she is my best friend. Paul and I both agreed on it. You didn't think that you were going to be the Godmother did you?"

"Well I hoped. Seeing as how we will be related soon. Plus, Sam promised me. He said that he talked to you and that you agreed."

Sam and Paul picked that moment to appear. I would be lying if I said I wasn't pissed at Paul. He disappears right after I give birth and then shows up the next morning only to leave again. But right now Uncle Sam was the focus of my anger. That bastard had the audacity to tell his imprint that she would be the Godmother of my baby and he didn't even talk to me about it. I still would have said no if he asked me but I would have liked a little forewarning.

"Are you crazy? What would make you think it would be okay to tell Emily she could be the Godmother when you knew Vanessa was the one we picked?" I yelled.

"I was just trying to calm her sown. I didn't think she would take me seriously. She was upset because you were pregnant and we just found out it's impossible for us to have kids. What was I supposed to do?"

"Uh, look into adoption1 I swear you guys don't think!" I said, exasperated.

"I think it would be best if everyone left. I need to have a word with Callie and Paul in private," Carlisle said.

Everyone left, but not without some unhappy grumbles.

"Okay. Callie you are cleared for release and can go home whenever you want. I just wanted to tell you that Alice and Esme have already arranged and paid for a funeral and memorial service for your son. It is in a week and there is no use in arguing," Carlisle said.

"Alright. Thank you very much. Can I go home now?" I asked impatiently.

Carlisle and Paul both laughed at my eagerness.

"Of course. Let me get the paperwork in order and I'll get a nurse to bring you a wheelchair. I know it's silly but its standard procedure."

"It's so good to be home," I said as Paul pulled into the driveway.

"Let me go unlock the house and then I'll help you out," Paul said.

I didn't feel like waiting for Paul to get back so I got Masen and grabbed our bags. I may have had a baby but I'm not useless.

"What do you think you are doing?" Paul asked.

"I'm getting ready to go inside. I'm not helpless Paul so stop acting like it. I just had a baby for crying out loud! It's not like I had open-heart surgery,"

"Sorry," he grumbled.

"No, it's my fault. I shouldn't have snapped at you. Just don't treat me like I'm a piece of delicate glass."

After that we walked into the house. It felt so good to be back at home and not in the hospital. Paul took Masen up to the nursery and I went to lie down. I may not be a delicate piece of glass but these past couple of days have been tiring. I want nothing more than to lay down and cuddle with Paul.

I had just pulled back the covers and was about to get in when I stopped. There was makeup and lipstick smeared all over my pillow. I touched it gently and some of it rubbed off on my finger. So it was fresh.

My heart clenched at this but my mind went into full scale denial. I'm Paul's imprint and the mother of his child. He wouldn't do anything to screw what we have up. Right?

That's the end of chapter thirty-two. Please leave me a review and tell me what you think!