Everything Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer, everything else is mine.

Thanks to Midnight Cougar for beta'ing and fixing my tense issues. :)


Chapter 53

A couple days later I find myself at your place after a joint session with Rosalie. You invited me over for dinner, and I didn't protest much, but you said you wanted to talk.

We sit silently while we eat. You make a noise to speak, but then stop.

Moving to the living room after dinner you attempt to speak again.

"Were you ever going to tell me about her?" you ask finally and I nod as I sit on the couch.

"I wrote you a letter; it contained one of the sonogram pictures for you… I just couldn't see you, it hurt too much. I had the envelope with me to mail when I headed out to the doctor that day. I'd been off, something didn't feel right. She wasn't moving," I tell you, my voice cracking, the tears welling in my eyes before sliding down my cheeks.

I try to hold the sob in, but it's no use, not when I am talking about her. Elizabeth. But I know I need to tell you what happened.

"They couldn't find her h-heartbeat. They told me my baby was dead... I called Angela and she rushed over. They induced me. I was a mess, an absolute mess. She stayed with me through it all, held m-my hand while they p-pulled my d-dead baby from me, a-and then she helped me m-make the arrangements."