Twelve weeks after our wedding, it was time to announce my pregnancy to the world, which scared me. But I would be showing soon.

Edward and I were closer than ever. Constantly making love—more than necessary actually. We walked around the palace, hand-in-hand, occasionally stopping to kiss.

I got dressed in a short, A-line dress, with see-through sleeves and pearls/grey floral-vines lace designs on the sleeve, grey high heels, and a stylish grey coat.

"Bella? My love?" My new husband asked, holding his arm out for me. I placed my arm in his, and we walked over and out onto the balcony to where my in-laws were.

They were filming of course, and I was camera shy. Which really didn't help. I gripped Edward's arm tighter. He stroked my cheek.

"Hello, everyone. We have some amazing news." King Carlisle said.

"My son and daughter-in-law are expecting!" Esme cried happily. My Husband was absolutely beaming. "Yes, you will be getting your little heir or heiress!

"There will be a press conference in a week regarding the pregnancy. Any questions will be answered then. Goodbye."

The cameras turned off, and I gripped Edward's arm. My legs felt numb. Now the whole world knows about my baby.

"It'll be okay." Edward soothed in my ear. He placed his hand on my stomach. "No harm shall come to our little one." Then he leaned down to kiss my twelve week stomach. I giggled.

"Okay you love birds, let's get you inside." My mother-in-law said. Edward scooped me into his arms and carried me inside.

2 weeks later….

I was playing with the royal dog when he ran into the woods. I ran after him, deep into the woods, only to find myself lost.

"Piper! Piper!" I yelled.

Suddenly I felt something sharp fly into my back, piercing into my skin and making me bleed. I screamed out in pain, collapsing onto the floor, holding my bump. What if I lose my baby?

I closed my eyes, letting the darkness take over.

EPOV

I was growing worried. My wife has been gone for quite a while!

I was in my room, studying, when I heard someone yell, "Help!"

I got out of my chair and ran downstairs. I saw a tall, shirtless man with an unconscious, bleeding Bella in his arms.

"Oh my god!" A maid vried.

My parents came rushing in, and gasped when they saw my wife.

"What's wrong with her?"

"I found her in the woods, bleeding severely. Someone stabbed her."

"Get her to the infirmary."

Oh god. What if she dies? I can't let that happen!

Hours later—4 long, hard hours of waiting—my dad came out.

"She's awake, and requesting to see you."