Chapter Five
Slowly, I opened my eyes. Both of them. And for one, wonderful second I thought that the whole dreadful experience had been a dream. But then I felt the thirst coursing through my body, stronger than anything I had ever felt before, and I realised what he had done. I looked over at the door and saw Edward smiling at me awkwardly.
"You're awake now then." He stated.
"Yes." I whispered, my voice husky. "Edward- I. I didn't want this-"
"But Bella I had-"
"No, let me finish. I didn't want this, but thank you. I love you, Edward."
He was by my side in an instant, pulling back the blanket and moulding his body to mine. He whispered my name and brushed my hair tenderly from my cheek. Finally! Finally we could be together, just like before. No, not like before, better than before. Because now I could protect us. I didn't need a babysitter anymore. I just needed Edward.
Suddenly a sharp pain ripped through my abdomen. Before I had even seen the pool of blood blossoming like a rose across the crisp white sheets, Edward was on his feet, shouting for help.
Carlisle swept into the room, smiling in what I think was supposed to be a reassuring way.
"Ah Bella," he simpered, " Glad to see you're awake now. Mind if I take a quick look?"
I didn't trust him, but I was still bleeding profusely and I knew he couldn't hurt me while Edward was in the room. He lifted my blanket and although He composed himself quickly I saw the flash of horror in his eyes.
"Right," he said, after a pause, "I'm afraid we're going to have to do a c-section. Now. Since Edward turned you into a vampire, you're body stopped growing. You won't be able to accommodate the baby, so we have to get him out. You're three months gone and the baby is half human, so hopefully you will both be fine.
Hopefully? I couldn't bear losing the baby. The only link back to the old me. And, although I hardly dared admit it to myself, the real reason Edward had rescued me.
Carlisle came over to the bed, wearing long rubber gloves and a slightly sadistic smile.
Within ten minutes, it was all over. I stared down at the tiny baby and felt his warmth against my skin. No. No, it couldn't be. I had almost forgotten that night, wiped it from my memory. Edward and I had been arguing, so I went down to La Push to talk to Jacob. We were both a little drunk and I was crying. He was there, and Edward wasn't. And now, looking down at my baby, I saw Jacob's face smiling back.
Slowly I lifted my eyes to Edwards face and saw the pain and anger written there. Because he knew. Of course he did. I could feel his hate filled eyes cutting into me like knives and I knew he would lose control.