I may be evil, but I also love you guys! Therefore!!! I am caving and posting the other two chapters today.

DISCLAIMER: The characters do not belong to me…they are all the creation of the wonderful Stephenie Meyer. All are human.

Birth – Part 2

Edward's POV – if some of it seems familiar, it's because it is. A little LLC insert and expand for you.

I shook my head, refusing to believe this was really happening. This had to be some insane dream. She wouldn't leave me. She couldn't! She'd promised!

"Bella," I whispered to myself. "Please be safe. Please don't leave me. I love you too much to lose you."

"I heard the cry," Emmett said, patting me on the back. "How big is he?"

I turned to face him and he saw the haunted look on my face. I couldn't hide it—Bella was in trouble and there was nothing I could do about it.

"Edward." His voice demanded an answer.

"There's a complication with Bella. They made me leave," I replied, not looking up at him.

"Edward, why do you look like you're about to crumble?" Jasper asked, running over to me.

"She's bleeding badly, Jazz. They made me leave," I answered, choking back my tears.

They moved me away from her door and into the waiting area where the rest of our family was sitting.

My mother ran up to me, all smiles. "Are we late? Is he here yet?"

I couldn't keep it in any longer. I sobbed loudly and fell to the floor.

"Edward!" Alice and my mother screamed.

"Give him a minute," Emmett demanded, putting a hand on my shoulder. "There's a problem with Bella and they made him leave the room."

"What kind of problem?" Alice screamed.

"Alice," Jasper soothed, making her sit. "You have to be calm. Think of the twins."

"That's my sister in there!" Alice cried.

"And she would be very mad at you if you let anything happen to our babies," Jasper said. Alice buried her face in his chest and cried.

I watched all of this from my spot on the floor, clutching at my heart, wondering why it was hurting so much. I was vaguely aware of Carlisle and Emmett moving me to a chair. Rosalie and my mother sat on either side of me, rubbing my arms and whispering to me, telling me Bella would be fine. I wanted to believe them. I really did. But only seeing her smiling face would convince me.

The next two hours were the longest of my entire life. No one came out to talk to us. There were no sounds coming from her room. What was I going to do if I lost her?

My parents tried to get me to go down to the nursery to see the baby, but I couldn't do it. I had to stay here. What if the doctor came out and Bella needed me?

We sat quietly, except for Lily's occasional peals of laughter as someone entertained her. I ran my hands through my hair for the millionth time, trying to keep my brain from thinking the worst.

"Edward."

I looked up to see Dr. Johnson had called my name. I stood up slowly as he approached me. This man was about to either ruin my life or make me very happy.

"Edward, there was a lot of bleeding," the doctor continued. "We tried to stop it as quickly as we could. I'm sorry, son. I did all I could."

"What's that mean?" Emmett bellowed, clenching his hands into tight fists.

Dr. Johnson looked over at Emmett for a just second before turning his attention back to me. "I know this is upsetting, but you have to focus on the positives here. Bella's resting right now, as comfortably as possible, but she's going to be in a lot of pain when she wakes. She won't be able to do much in the next two to three months and I absolutely do not want her breastfeeding for the next month. She'll need her pain medicine and she can't breastfeed while she's taking it. Um…I really wouldn't suggest telling her that just yet, though."

"What the hell are you saying?" Emmett asked, stepping up next to me. He was practically foaming at the mouth he was so angry. "What's wrong with my little sister?"

"Emmett, relax," Dr. Johnson ordered, reaching a hand out toward him.

"Don't fuckin' tell me to relax," Emmett snarled. "Tell me what's wrong with Bella." I agreed with his sentiment perfectly and if it wouldn't make it harder for the doctor to talk, I might have already slugged him in the mouth myself for being so cryptic. I just wanted to know if Bella would live.

"Emmett, dear," Esme said, putting her hands on his arm. "He's trying to, but you have to let him speak."

"As I said before, we couldn't stop the bleeding. We were forced to perform a partial hysterectomy," Dr. Johnson explained.

"Wait…what's that mean?" Emmett asked, his anger deflated by his confusion.

"It means we can't have any more children," I told him.

"Oh," he said. He repeated the word again, much softer. "Ed, man—"

I waved a hand at him to shut him up. "She's going to be fine, though?" I asked the doctor.

"Yes. She won't have to worry about hormone treatments since I was able to stop the bleeding without doing a complete hysterectomy, but she'll probably need counseling to deal with the emotions that come with this sort of complication. She may also end up suffering post-partum depression because of this. I wish I could tell you exactly what to expect, Edward, but every woman is different."

"Can we see her?" Emmett asked, still talking in that low voice.

"Only Edward for right now, I'm afraid. Bella's very upset and wouldn't let me talk to her about the surgery." The doctor put his hand on my shoulder and started to lead me back toward Bella's room.

Emmett's big hand settled on my opposite shoulder and stopped us from moving any further. I turned to look at him, seeing the same look on his face that I knew was on my own. We'd come too damn close to being in a world without Bella. "You tell her I'm right out here for her. Tell her I love her."

"I will, Em. As soon as I can get her to agree, I'll get you in there to see her," I promised him.

"Hey, uh...could you...could you send me a text or something if she won't let us in there right away? I know the doctor is gonna say she's fine and not to worry, but it'll mean more coming from you."

"Yeah, I can do that, Em."

He nodded his head and then walked back toward our family. It was really odd to see Emmett so deflated and looking half of the size he really was; it was just another sign of how much he loved his sister.

"Edward?" Dr. Johnson called. "Are you ready?"

I just nodded my head, wondering how the hell anyone could ever be ready for something like this.

"Now, Edward, she looks very pale, but so far, all of her results indicate that she'll be fine so try not to let it bother you too much. If she seems to be in a great deal of pain, call for the nurses. Try to get her to hold off on seeing the baby until she's a little calmer about all of this. And, Edward, I truly am sorry, son."

"I know you did everything you could," I said, shaking his hand. "Thank you for keeping her with me."

"You really have her to thank for that, Edward. If she hadn't come around and kept on fighting, I really don't think I'd have had enough time to stop the bleeding. If you ever wondered about it at all, you can know for sure that she loves you a great deal."

I nodded my head as I put my hand on her door. I took a deep breath, willing myself to stay calm and not upset her further, and then I opened the door.