Chapter 12: Breaking The News

Edward

I was not looking forward to this. I was not looking forward to this at all. This was not going to be good at all. Why did it have to be me of all people to tell Rosalie that Royce King II managed to procreate right before she killed, thus insuring that his legacy still lived on? I took a deep and unnecessary breath as if that would somehow calm down my ever growing nerves. I wished that Jasper was here to help me calm down.

Instead I tried to focus my mind on other things. I was glad that my daughter was finally starting to believe me. I'd always known that denial was a very powerful thing. It was like a virus that could infect anybody. It was heartbreaking to see her going through this pain. I wished that there was something I could do to erase her pain. I would trade places with her if I could. Anything just to take the pain away from my baby girl. "Daddy," her voice sounded so full of pain. I could hear the turmoil in her head. Betrayed in the worst way possible by people she had considered to be her very best friends. "Why?"

"I wish I knew sweetheart. I wish I knew," truthfully I did know. I saw all of the vile and repulsive things they thought about her. It wasn't at all different to what those men in Port Angeles were thinking about Bella so many years ago. I had barely managed to save Bella. It killed me that I hadn't been able to save my own daughter. It made me burn with a rage that I didn't even know was possible to feel. I was going to make those boys pay for what they did to my daughter. But right now all I could do was hug, comfort, and support my daughter in the best way that I could.

I was surprised when I heard another fleeting thought that did not belong to either Nessie or myself. I love you mommy. Don't be sad. I was very shocked. I love you. I was reminded of the very first time that I had heard Nessie's thoughts. When she was still an unborn baby herself. Just like hers had been his thoughts were very pure. My grandson loved her as much as I loved her. For the first time, perhaps, I wondered which of those monsters was the father of my grandson. I decided that I would do a DNA test as soon as he was born.

Another text came through from Alice. I just saw the test results. 99.99% probability that Adam is the father of her baby. I shook my head. Pregnant with the great great grandson of Rosalie's rapist. This was just getting worse and worse by the second.

"What's wrong dad?" Nessie asked through tears.

"I just found out who the father of your son is?"

"Who is it?"

"It's Adam," my daughter deserved to know the truth. No matter how painful it was.

"Thanks for telling me dad. Now I'll know instead of always wondering,"

"Try to get some sleep baby," he said.

She closed her eyes but it was still a long time before she was able to fall asleep. It was only then that I left. Still I did not go straight home as I should have. I still needed to think about how I was going to best approach this subject. There was no easy way I determined. But what was the best approach? Slowly or straight and to the point? What would be the more tactful approach? I thought about this for awhile and I still hadn't come to a foregone conclusion when I started heading home. If my heart could stilll beat I had no doubt in my mind that it would be beating very fast right now.

I started to feel calmer once I was approaching the house. It was only because of Jasper's influence I was sure. Alice was waiting for me as soon as I walked through the door. "I've called a family meeting. Everyone is waiting for you,"

"What have you told them so far?" I asked her.

"Nothing yet. This one is all on you,"

Great. Of course it would be all on me. Nobody wanted to be the one to deliver this news. I was just the one who drew the short end of the stick. I could already hear everyone gathered around in the living room wondering what it was that I had to say. Curious as to what was so important that we needed to have a family meeting about it. Rosalie looked irritated already. I could only imagine how quickly the irritation was about to turn into anger.

"This is about Renesmee," I thought it was best to start off with that.

"Is she okay?" Bella asked, immediately alarmed at the possibility of anything bad happening to our daughter.

"It's about those boys who raped her. One in particular," I could feel everyone's eyes on me. I could hear every though that passed through their head. Especially Rosalie's whose thoughts were the clearest and loudest. There was no secret about how she felt about the boys who had raped her own niece. She wanted to my daughter's friends to shreds ever since she'd found out that they had drugged her and raped her. She'd gotten so close to doing it many times already. It was only a matter of time now. Probably seconds.

"One of Renesmee's rapists is ac,tually descended from one of Rosalie's rapists,"

"How?!" Rosalie yelled. I could already see her getting angrier by the second. "I killed them all,"

"Well," I paused. "As it turns out that after you died-"

"Killed!" she corrected. "I did not die! I was killed!"

"I don't know of any easy way to say this so I'm just going to say it. After raping you Royce found another bride. She happened to get pregnant with his son right before you killed him. Thus insuring that his lineage continued. His great grandson is Nessie's best friend/rapist Adam Royce King. Who, as I also just discovered, is the father of my daughter's unborn son. Meaning she is pregnant with your rapist's great great grandson,"