Author's note: I want to thank the writing Gods above to allowing my creative brain to flourish today. Two updates in twenty four hours? I had to keep going and an idea of writing style I wanted to try that you will see here. Think of something in the movie. I hope you all enjoy!

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"Every now and then

The darkness tries to chase me

And my legs are getting tired of running

Ohh, please don't

Please don't let it get to me

Ohhh, I don't want to give up that easily

But the darkness keeps chasing me, me"

Darkness Keeps Chasing Me - Grace VanderWaal

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Day 1

"...been twelve hours, why isn't… awake?" Edward's angry voice is too loud but muffled and broken.

I am awake, but I am not.

I feel too comfortable to move and my eyelids are too heavy to open. It's like a heavy storm cloud sits on my body but I am floating.

"They… give… sedatives..." Alice's calm voice explains.

Shit.

"Best health… eating… dehydration… infection." Alice lists things wrong with me before she is interrupted by an annoyed Edward.

"She… be okay…" Jasper tries to mend the situation but I guess it doesn't work because he changes the subject entirely.

"Have… talked… detectives?" He asks.

"No," Alice sighs, I can hear her heels clicking against the floor as she walks around the room settling somewhere. "... F.B.I. can't track… anywhere."

I wish my ears were working properly.

"How… get out but… and were killed?" I picture Edward talking with his hands trying to piece things together like a math equation.

Something isn't adding up but I am too tired to try to figure it out.

"There… dirty cop… be careful." Jasper says protectively.

"I will be." Alice says softly.

Alice is a cop?

My head hurts too much and I wish I could turn away from them.

Thankfully, their conversation dies down as they go into their own thoughts and I fall back asleep into the darkness.

Day 3

"She is sicker than we thought." An unfamiliar voice says, but not to me.

My eyes still feel too heavy to open. My entire body hurts where I am sure I was hit by a truck and I don't want to move. I couldn't even scratch an itch if I needed to. I can feel small things on me that I suspect is the medical equipment I have no choice but to wear.

"I am moving her to a hospital in Florida." Renee?

My ears ring as her voice slices the air.

"You can't do that." Edward is angry again.

"I am her mother and you two are not married anymore." If there's anything Renee is right about, it is that. Edward has no rights or say in this. "I will make sure you never see her again."

"That is his child, you can't do that." Jasper shouts.

His child?

"You don't know that." Renee spits.

Who's child?

"We will get a court order for paternity to amuse you before you can do anything." Jasper fires back.

Paternity of what?

I try so hard to think back to when my last period was but I have no idea what today is, but if I am correct, it has been a while.

"Ma'am, your daughter isn't stable enough to be transferred to a Florida Hospital." I assume he is the doctor over my care. Good luck.

Renee begins yelling medical jargon and her knowledge as well as her credentials. "I will have her medflighted myself if I have to."

"I can't allow that and with the fetus…"

What fucking fetus?

I have to do something.

Renee will sign me out of this hospital and take care of me all the way to Florida herself if she has to.

I try my hardest to wake my body up, feeling a tingling sensation in my toes and fingers.

My muscles tighten as they try to react to my brain's commands.

My jaw loosens and I feel my tongue move in my mouth.

There's a sound and I think it comes from me.

"Isabella?" The Doctor calls.

I see two shadows in front of me then a bright light shining in both my eyes.

It's not much, but it's something and more than I've given in a while.

"Bella?" Edward's voice calls out to me.

I feel my hand being touched, nerve endings tingling as his fingerprint touches mine. It is quickly moved away as Renee swipes at him, shouting that he isn't allowed to touch me.

She can't do this to me.

She has never cared.

As much as I would love to repair our mother daughter relationship that never was, the time is not now.

I make the sound again, trying to form a word, any word to help them with the horrible decision that is about to be made.

"Nooo…" I force myself to croak out.

"Oh, Isabella, you're awake." I hear Renee but I can still only see her shadow.

It comes towards me and for the first time in what has to be years, my entire body reacts.

"NO!" I scream, pushing her away and crawling as far into the corner of the bed as it will allow me. I hit my head on the railing causing the room to gasp but I push myself far away from her. She reaches for me but I kick at her, screaming wretchedly.

The Doctor calls for the nurse and security.

My alarms are sounding as I pull off everything that is attached to me. Someone holds one of my arms, keeping me from moving it but I use my other extremities to fight her off.

"Edward!" I frantically call his name over and over again, hoping for his shadow to emerge, to save me.

He said he wouldn't leave again, he said he would be there.

But before I can see if he is true to his word, the darkness takes me again.

Day 5

The sun is too bright and there's laughter in the background. It is a TV show, some comedy with the fake audience in the background.

I can feel the same medical equipment attached to me but I don't try to take it off.

The air hits what feels like my bare stomach.

Looking down, I am right.

My gown is pulled up to my breast line and my blanket covers my legs, leaving my stomach exposed.

"Oh, you're awake!" A small voice exclaims.

Looking up I meet hazel brown irises covered by dark brown bangs. She is not a shadow but I am not sure she is even real since that is all I have been seeing.

"I'll call the nurse," she smiles then stands in front of me so I can fully see her. Her brown hair is in a long wavy low ponytail. He maroon scrubs hug her tight and she wears a badge with her credentials on it. "I'm Jessica, I'm just going to be doing an ultrasound."

I don't speak as I watch her grab a bottle and probe.

"This will be a little cold."

I knew she was going to say that, but I let her do her job. She already looks uneasy and I'm sure I haven't been the best patient.

I lean back and watch as she places a blob of gel onto the lower part of my stomach. She places the probe on top, spreading the gel around at the same time as she pulls up a black and white image on the monitor.

It's fuzzy at first, mimicking what the probe picks up.

I watch Jessica search around before settling in one place.

"There." She points beside her.

I stare blankly ahead, ignoring her request to look at what she's looking at.

It will only make it real and I don't know if I am ready for it to not be a dream.

How can I be a mother?

It's all I've dreamed of these past days and it's been terrible.

Visions of me turning into Renee haunted me.

An addicted Edward being found hurt by their own child.

It can't happen.

"It's okay," Jessica looks up at me then something catches her eye behind me. She smiles sweetly, pressing buttons on the probe then setting it back into its holder. "I'll come back in a few hours."

She gathers her supply, trying hard not to drop anything before hurrying off behind me.

"Wait right outside," Edward speaks low to her as they cross paths.

I stare straight ahead at the wall, not daring to turn my head towards the screen she was just pointing at.

I can feel him before I see him, before he takes a few steps closer, before he touches my shoulder and I melt into his touch.

He shifts in front of me on the bed, placing his hand on my cheek, forcing me to look up at him.

His green eyes pierce my soul.

He is here, like he said he would be.

"You don't want to look at what we created?" He asks, giving me a worried look.

This has to be a dream.

"I want it to be real." I cry out, letting out every emotion there could be.

"It is." He takes my hand from my lap and sets it on my stomach.

There's nothing different about it other than the massive amount of butterflies it is carrying at this very moment. It's nauseating but my stomach feels empty.

"I don't want to mess it up." I continue crying, trying to keep from puking and sending myself into another spiral.

"Hey, hey, hey…" Edward grabs my face with both of his hands, forcing me to look directly at him again.

His eyes become the green field that you run through on a sunny day, blowing in the wind but calm and together.

"We will do this together. I promise." His forehead touches mine as our eyes stay locked to each other. "I am not going anywhere, okay?"

I think of all the times Edward said promised but never kept it. He promised he wouldn't leave and he did. I left and he made it so easy. What we went through was something we were supposed to go through together, not divorced on separate sides of the country.

But we didn't. Have we learned that?

"A baby will never make a man grow up," Renee's words ring through my head but I shake them away.

I am not my mother. I will never be and I am okay with that. I know in the end, I want Edward to be a parent to our child unlike she allowed Charlie to even try to be.

Edward and I were young, statistics were against us but we didn't want to do anything to change that.

But before we even knew about this baby, we had decided that we would do things differently this time.

I'll never forgive myself if we don't try.

I search his eyes for any indication of hesitation, doubt or lie.

I recite his words, unraveling them and dissecting them for any hidden hints of dishonesty.

I have seen it so many times before. I was never blind to it. I knew what I was doing, I just loved him more than I wanted to walk away before I truly had the strength to.

But this time was not like those times.

I see no hesitation, no doubt or lie.

There is nothing hidden as he continues to spew words and promises that I can only hope are not empty. I listen as he rambles, fighting the warmth that spreads across my face with every new expression of love.

I finally allow myself to break, smiling and leaning forward to him. He wraps his arms around me but uses one arm to motion Jessica back in the room.

I giggle as I lean back and wipe my face.

Edward moves to the other side of the room so he is not in the way. He holds my hand, kissing it and squeezing it before letting it sit comfortably next to me.

Jessica pulls out the gel and probe again, smiling wide. "Let's do this again shall we!"

She's too excited as she does the same gel and probe routine as earlier. I still haven't looked up at the monitor as she easily finds her way to the same image as earlier.

"Look up," Edward whispers in my ear, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin.

Taking a deep breath, I look up to where Jessica is standing next to the large machine with the small screen they want me to see.

It's black and white but kind of fuzzy if you don't know what you're looking for.

"Right there." Jessica points like she did earlier except this time, I follow her finger.

A white bean like shape is in the center of the screen. It looks small but I can't tell how many weeks I have by looking at it. You can form out some of the features and know it is a baby growing.

"You should have seen it a week ago," Edward chuckles, smiling proudly.

"You saw this before me!" I gasps, jealous and kind of annoyed.

"You were sleeping." He rolls his eyes but changes the subject. "But I didn't get to hear this." He nods back towards Jessica who is adding more gel to my stomach.

She presses a couple of buttons on the probe until a static sound comes out of it. She moves the probe a couple centimeters down my stomach before it comes over a loud whooshing noise.

"Heartbeat is very strong!" Jessica exclaims proudly.

I cry happy tears for once, happy that something could be working out for the better.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but we would really like to get some tests finished before the shift ends." The nurse says in a sweet voice. Edward gives me a small peck on the cheek before backing away and allowing the nurse to push my bed out into the hallway.

It takes the doctors and nurses thirty minutes to fully assess me then I am taken for another scan of my chest and brain.

Apparently, I had pneumonia and a urinary tract infection. With all of the stress and unknowingly being pregnant, my body was in overdrive. I hadn't been eating or sleeping like normal to begin with but last week just pushed me over the edge.

Edward is still waiting in my room like he said he would be.

He hasn't left my side and that I am grateful for.

Once the nurse leaves the room, Edward adjusts the bed railing so it does down then scoots as close to me as he can without being in the small hospital bed with me.

I don't remember anything after telling Edward I didn't say the red signal when I should have. He wasn't upset, I think he even laughed. Everything else is a blur, almost like an out of body experience. I was awake and then I wasn't. I keep having small flashbacks but I can't tell what was a dream or not.

"What happened?" I ask, eyebrows furrowing together in a hard line as I try so hard to remember.

"You had an infection and you were dehydrated," he begins but I shake my head because that is not what I am asking about.

"After I… ya know…" I explain, watching his expression closely. I watch as memories flash through his head.

"We can talk about it another time." He says almost too sharply but recovers smoothly. "You need your rest."

"I just slept for like a month." I throw my arms up, ignoring the ache from the lack of movement recently. "I want to know now."

I sound like a brat but the fact that he doesn't want to talk about it now means we need to talk about it now. If I dreamed right, the Volturi family got out and the Romanian brother didn't. I thought we were on the Volturi's side and they helped keep us safe. He had to know I was going to ask.

"Bella, I almost lost you… again."

"You almost lost me because of secrets, it was always secrets. No more secrets." I enunciate each word.

"I said later." He snaps, his nostrils flaring and frustration clear on his face.

He stays silent as he rubs his hands over his eyes. "Please," he sounds just as defeated as I am and for once, I am willing to give in.

"Tomorrow," I compromise.

He gives me a side smile but it isn't genuine. He is worried about something but the day's events begin to cloud my thoughts as my body and baby tell me that I am too tired to do anything but sleep for the rest of the night.

I slide over in the bed, making room for Edward. There is no way we will comfortably fit but I don't want to sleep another night untangled from him.

He seems to agree because he climbs into the bed next to me, laying on his back. I curl up next to him, wrapping my legs within his. He brings his arm around my shoulder, pulling me close while he settles his opposite hand on my stomach.

For the first time since our wedding night, we fall asleep with smiles on our faces and love in our hearts.

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Author's note: I lied and said this would be the last chapter last time. Definitely at least two to end this baby. Again, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Let me know what you think!