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Previously

Moments later I heard a tiny voice that caused my eyes to fly open, Mama, dada, I love you.

I got up swiftly and settled myself on my knees in front of Bella. She woke then. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked at me questionably while sitting up on my elbows.

"What are you doing, Edward?" Bella asked, trying to keep the blanket from falling off of her body.

I didn't reply. I just ripped the cloth off her body, and then pressed my ear to her massive stomach.

The baby yawned and then spoke to me, Night, night, daddy.

Chapter 9

Hush, Little Baby – Disney's The Rescuers

Hush, little baby, don't say a word,
Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird.

And if that mockingbird won't sing,
Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring.

And if that diamond ring is brass,
Papa's gonna buy you a looking glass.

And if that looking glass gets broke,
Papa's gonna buy you a billy goat.

And if that billy goat won't pull,
Papa's gonna buy you a cart and bull.

And if that cart and bull turn over,
Papa's gonna buy you a dog named Rover.

And if that dog named Rover won't bark,
Papa's gonna buy you a horse and cart.

And if that horse and cart fall down,
You'll still be the sweetest little baby in town.

"No, no! Absolutely not!" an enraged Bella screamed at me as I pleaded with her at our home in Forks, Washington.

Ever since we found out that Bella was pregnant—which was two weeks ago—we came back to Forks, and I've been attempting to persuade her to let Carlisle and I take the baby out of her before it rips out of her stomach.

We were currently in our room. Bella was laying on the bed with venom and human blood—she claimed that the baby liked the blood also, so Bella demanded she give the baby what it desires. Her face was red with rage and her hands were laying on her enormous stomach that held a well-developed baby that could pass for five months. It was only a short distance until that baby would want to come out.

I loathe to profess that I enjoy the images of Bella's hands on her pregnant stomach. To know that instead of killing something, I created something, was—is—pleasant and gives me these new feelings. Feelings that only a father could have.

And, as much as I loved Bella, and these images, and the baby girl—I knew it was a girl because the voice of the mind of the infant was a high-pitched voice—in her stomach, I just couldn't let Bella die. I couldn't let Bella die, again, and then have to look at our child everyday, knowing that she was the one who took my Bella away from me.

I'd probably go insane the first time I spotted the child and murder it. Because I know how much I love Bella, and I know how much I love my daughter, but I know any day that I would choose Bella over my daughter.

I sighed, getting irritated, but kept calm, "Honey, please. It is the only way for you to live. If you want a child that badly, we can adopt a little human child. Anything but keeping that....that...," I struggled with my words, trying not to upset her more than she already was.

"That...that..?! That demon child? Our child....," she whispered the last part. I sighed again and darted downstairs swiftly to the family...and Charlie—who was staying in the guest room that Bella had once been staying in.

This...chemical goes...here, and this one...there. Yes, yes, that's correct! We've got it!, Charlie's thought broke into my head as soon as I was downstairs.

I ran into the kitchen, and saw Carlisle and Charlie surrounded by dozens of liquids in needles and cylinders.

"What is going on?" I asked them. They turned around, clearly surprised. I guess they were too involved in the events that were occurring to know I was in the room.

Charlie answered me, having a hard time containing his excitement, "We're experimenting on different formulas. I.....We finally created an Antidote for Bella. It will cure her of her....disability...as she likes to call it. And it will make sure that the baby doesn't take after that trait of hers."

"Is this true, Carlisle?" I faced Carlisle and he nodded, smiling.

After a moment of silence, I spoke again, "Well, then, I suppose I should go tell Bella the good news," I looked to Charlie, "Thank you."

He blushed slightly and dipped his head, and as I turned around and headed back upstairs, he spoke to Carlisle, "That is a well-mannered son that you have raised, Carlisle. I'm glad that Bella can have somebody so good in her life."

I smiled, even though no one could see it. Once upstairs, I heard a sniffle coming from Bella and I's room. My pace picked up and as I opened the door to our bedroom, I came to a sight that was very depressing and made me want to keep the baby.

Bella was curled up on the bed, arms wrapped around her stomach. She was crying and rubbing her stomach for comfort, I assumed. I sighed and closed the door.

As soon as I was on the bed, I wrapped my arms around Bella and lowered my head to her stomach to listen to the tiny baby girl in there.

I love you so much daddy. Please don't get rid of me. I promise not to kill mommy, the infant begged me in her mind. She had grown so much over the past two weeks. She knew words that a child her age wouldn't, just because she had heard them over and over again by my family. She was so smart, like both Bella and I.

I closed my eyes and couldn't help but image a little girl with Bella's facial features and my bronze hair.

"Edward....," Bella began, "Edward, I love her. And I know you love her, too. Don't you want a little girl to take care of? Don't you want a Renesmee Carlie Cullen?"

I didn't reply. I only listened to the little girl in Bella's stomach.

See, mommy loves me. Why won't you love me?

"We have to let her live, Edward," Bella said delicately.

I sat up and pushed up Bella shirt. I looked at her stomach which held the small child. Running my hands over her stomach, I felt the baby kick. I smiled with excitement and lowered my lips to her stomach, letting them linger softly.

"I do love you, sweetie. I always have, and I always will," I whispered gently against Bella's stomach to my daughter.

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