Edward walked calmly out of the room, the almost imperceptible shaking of his shoulders the only indicator of how furious he was. Although I felt guilty for hurting Edward, I also felt strangely relieved. My baby was beautiful, perfect. He would never have to drink blood. He could go in the sun without causing a panic. And he definitely had a soul.
Too scared to face Edward, I stayed in bed holding my still nameless child and enjoying his warmth. The likeness to Jake really was uncanny. Every time I looked down at our child I remembered Jacob's face, his touch, his laugh. All of a sudden I was distracted from my fantasy by Alice sauntering into the room.
"Bella!" she cried, beaming. "I brought you some milk for the baby…. Sorry I didn't come see you sooner- I wasn't sure what you would think about… about…"
"About you being an evil, Victoria following bitch?" I spat, hugging the baby closer to my chest.
"Bella," she frowned, almost managing to appear genuinely hurt, "It's not like that, I'm your friend!"
Suppressing a snarl, I turned my head away and squeezed my eyes shut as I tried to regain my composure. Turning back towards her I forced a smile and accepted the bottle of milk she was holding towards me as if it were a peace offering.
"Thanks," I managed, grateful for the milk if nothing else. Alice turned and slipped nervously out of the door, mumbling an awkward 'bye' as she went.
Several more hours passed with no visitors, but that was fine by me, I was perfectly happy to spend time with my son, especially now that I could feed him. Suddenly, without me even noticing the door being opened, Rosalie was standing by my bed.
"Bella!" she hissed, her face full of fear, "You have to leave, now! I've never seen Edward like this… I think he might hurt you and the baby. He's not the man you think he is, Bella. I'm sorry, but he's not a good man. You have to escape. For the baby…" she stopped, her eyes staring longingly at the beautiful baby in my arms. "Can I- can I hold him?" she asked, her eyes shining.
"Of course." I replied, still trying to understand what she had just told me. So Rosalie had been the nice one all along. It made sense, I supposed. She had always been trying to stop my relationship with Edward. Everything felt so unreal. How could everything I had thought I knew be wrong? How could Edward be evil? But I knew I had to face the truth for my baby's sake. So I thanked Rosalie and gave her a hurried hug goodbye before taking my son and slipping out of the window, down the tree and on to the road. Next stop, Jacob.