Edward's POV:
Bella's going to kill me when I get home. I was only supposed to be home hours ago.
I had gone in for the morning shift, expecting to only put in a few hours before heading home to be with my heavily pregnant wife, who is due any day now.
It was just after three fifteen in the afternoon when the alarm went off, informing me that something had happened and we were all needed.
It was a house fire. One that started in the family's fireplace and quickly spread throughout the house. The entire thing took us hours to control, due to how quickly it spread and how cold it was getting outside.
When we finally did finish putting it out, it was just past seven forty.
Fuck! Bella's going to kill me.
That however, isn't the case, a soon as we're heading back to the station The Chief frantically radio'ed me informing me that my wife went into preterm labor and fucking drove herself to the hospital!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! She's going to be pissed.
"Ed, what's wrong?" Jasper asked, wiping his face with a rag.
"Bella's in the hospital. She's gone into preterm labor." I mutter, running a tired hand over my face, tiredly.
"Shit! Where's Alice and Rose? They're supposed to be with her." He asked, looking over at Emmett, who shrugged and shook his head at us in response.
"Fuck! What are you going to do now?" Emmett asks, worried.
"I don't know. Pray, maybe…" I mutter as Felix pulls into the station.
"Go, and tell us how B and the baby are as soon as you know?" They say, practically pushing me out the door.
I don't waste time getting my things, just my wallet and my keys before rushing out of the station and rushing to the hospital. I just hope she and the baby are alright.
As I walked into the hospital door I was met with an angry Alice, Rosalie, and Jane pacing in the waiting room.
"Edward!" Alice called, relieved.
"Pix, what's wrong? Have you seen your sister and the baby yet?" I asked, watching her face go from flesh color to a purple that made me wonder if she was breathing at all.
"No! These people won't let me see them, even though I told them I'm her sister!" She growled, stomping her foot.
"What? Why? Let me, see what's going on…" I mumbled, walking over to the front desk.
A small, elder woman, with her graying hair plaster atop her head, with a thick layer of makeup and thick focal glasses sat there typing away while she chewed noisily on a piece of gum.
"Welcome to Forks Community Hospital, how may I help you?" She nasally said, eyes still glued to the screen.
"Err...hm...my wife had a baby sometime earlier today. I'm here to see her." I said, clearing my throat a couple of times.
"Name and room number?" She nasally asked, clicking away on her keyboard.
"Her name is Isabella Cullen. I—I don't know her room number." I muttered, biting my lip.
"Hm… Mhm. That's curious. Is your name Carlisle Cullen or Charles Swan? May I see your driver's license please? She asked, chewing noisily.
"No, I'm her husband." I state, handing over my driver's license.
"Oh, her husband. I see, well you can go in.. but the ladies behind you and everyone else stays here. Strict orders from the patient." She said handing me a small binder. "Sign here please. Room 150." She says before handing me a bright green colored bracelet and snapping it onto my right wrist.
As soon as the green plastic bracelet is in place, onto my wrist, I rushed towards the elevator and pushed the up button.
I don't stop until I finally reach the room, and see that they're both ok.
Bella's POV:
I'm woken up sometime later by a tiny whimper coming from the bassinet.
I slowly sit up and get out of bed, slowly making my way towards the bassinet. It was two steps away from the hospital bed, felt like they were one too many when your body feels as if it's been but through a meat grinder.
The pain in my sore muscles goes away as my eyes land on my son's scrunched up little face.
He's wiggling his little arms, slowly as I leaned over to watch him mesmerized. I still couldn't believe such a beautiful baby came from me.
"What's wrong, bud?" I whisper, smiling, tearfully, as I stare amazed at him.
His responding tiny whimper tugs at my heart, and I slowly lift him up into my arms, before slowly going to sit on the arm chair.
"Bella?" I hear a familiar voice speak from the doorway.
"So, they let you in." I say, unsurprised.
He slowly nodded, stepping further into the room, before closing the door behind himself as the room's phone began to ring.
I sighed, slowly grabbed the phone again, and looked him dead in the eye as he phone rang.
"Hello, this Eunice, speaking how may I help you?" A nasally answered.
"Hello, Eunice, this is Isabella Cullen speaking, can you hold off any more visitors from seeing me tonight? I'm rather tired." I say, politely.
"Of course, Mrs. Cullen, would that include Dr. Cullen and his wife, along with your parents? They're here, just arrived actually." She murmured.
"No, you can send them up." I say.
"Will do, you have a wonderful evening, Mrs. Cullen." She replied, before hanging up.
I sighed, tiredly as I balanced the baby in one arm and hung up the phone with the other, before turning to look back at him.
"Where were you? Where was everybody else?" I asked calmly.
"Em, Jasper, the rest of the guys, and me, as a matter of fact, were putting out an electrical fire, for the better part of the day… weren't the girls with you?" He asked, confused.
"No, I've been home alone, all day. In fact,I drove myself here just before my water broke." I replied, slowly bouncing the baby in my arms.
"Is that—?" He asked, his eyes flickering down to the bundle in my arms.
I nodded in response, smiling at him happily. "Congratulations, Daddy. Would you like to meet your son?" I asked, smiling widely at him.
"Son?! We have a son?" He asks, rushing toward me, and dropping down to his knees in front of me and the baby.
I nod at his happy expression, and lower the baby a bit so he can see him.
"Charles Anthony Cullen. He's beautiful." He murmured, before looking up into my eyes. "Thank you, he's beautiful." He says, leaning in to kiss me on the lips.
A flash of light momentarily stuns us and causes us to gasp in surprise, jolting baby Charlie.
"Oh no, I'm so sorry! I swear I just thought it would be a nice picture." Esme whispers, or rather squeaks, giving us an apologetic expression before rushing over to us and leaning in to see the baby.
"Oh, look at the little angel! Carlisle, look! He looks just like my Edward when he was born!" She squeaks, excitedly.
"Es, tone it down, you're going to spook the poor thing." Carlisle says, slowly approaching with a teddy bear, and a light blue balloon saying 'lt's a boy!' scribbled on it.
"Sorry, I just can't believe he's here! I'm finally a Grandma!" She squeals louder, this time waking the baby up.
"Mom.." Edward groaned, looking down worriedly at him.
"Es, either you calm the heck down or we're leaving and you won't get to see him until they go home." Carlisle chastised.
"Sorry." She murmured, turning red as she stepped back a bit.
"Oh, both of you, leave her alone, she's just excited. You are too. Let her be." I said, as I smiled down at the baby as he slowly opened his eyes.
"Hey, baby, look who's here.. it's daddy, and Mawmaw Es and Poppa Carlisle…" I cooed down at him as he turned his head a bit, before closing his eyes again.
"She's right." Edward said, giving Esme an apologetic crooked smile.
"So, what's the deal with only allowing us, your parents and Edward up here but not your siblings?" Carlisle asked, looking at Edward.
"They left her alone all day. She drove herself here! Do we need say more?" Edward asked, standing up, and crossing his arms over his chest.
"They what?!" We heard the familiar screech of ...my mother.
Oh dear, God. Not right now...