A/N: I don't own this, we all know who does. If I did, Rpattz would be finding coupons for me so that I can save some money at the grocery store today. Darn kids, always needing food. :D

This is unbeta'd, so any and all mistakes belong to me. I'm too busy blushing over all the sweet things you're all saying to me. :)

This is for my wifey, Mrs. Robward. Go check out her story she's writing for me, Might Have Been. It's just about to get REALLY good! :D

Thanks to Luxure & EdwardsBloodType for prereading this. You should see the cake EBT made. It's so pretty...and it looks yummy! :D

**disclaimer **

This story is a bit taboo. Here we go...something you've been waiting for.

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… Chapter Fifteen - Birthing … Bella …

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Pains start, doubling me over, splitting me in half.

I barely get to the hospital in time, seeing familiar eyes in the emergency room. Of course your father would be on call.

Of course.

Because my life isn't nearly messed up enough.

He's out of town again. I'm alone, no one with me to hold my hand.

Your father calls you, knows my Leah is with you.

My heart hurts, knowing that you'll be here soon. That you'll be with her.

She wears your ring now. It's just a promise, but it's a promise of more someday.

I cried when I saw it, but not for the reason she thinks.

The two of you run into the room, just in time for them to say they're taking me to surgery.

Bleeding, too much blood.

I hope for just a moment that I'll die. That I won't survive this.

It would be easier that way.

Maybe I could deal with missing you if I were dead, not seeing you everywhere around me.

You would be able to go on with your life, be happy, forget me.

I'd be out of the misery that's taken over.

"Leah, can you go in with your mom?" your doctor father asks.

"The blood...I can't. Edward, will you go? Please?" she begs.

She doesn't do well with blood. She faints. She would just cause more panic.

Your eyes meet mine.

"Of course I will."

It's all a blur, the moving, the slicing, the birthing, the cries.

She's perfect, beautiful. Like you.

Her hair is dark. I breathe a sigh of relief.

For now.

The nurse puts her in your arms, to give to me.

She stills, quiets. She knows you.

If only...

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A/N: All of my babies had dark hair when they were born. They didn't all stay dark...

One more chapter today, this evening probably. You can thank the crazy girls on Twitter and at The Lemonade Stand for this one being a bit early. I was gonna go to the store. Instead I sit here...laughing...posting...watching my hubs replace the light fixtures in our bathroom while I don't offer to help in any way because I'm "busy." Hee-hee! :D

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