Ok, so we're up to the final part of the History chapters.... originally there was meant to be two only but I really struggled to condense the information so you got three! I hope you like this, the final part of Bella's story up until the Prologue. Now the real story starts.

Yes Edward is in the story and will appear soon, I know some of you are desperate to see him and wondering what the hell Bella is up to. Hopefully this chapter will help you understand the reasons behind her decisions.

Thanks to my Ab Fab Beta Evie!


All of Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer of course!

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History - Part 3

The wedding was arranged with a fair amount of haste.

My Mom had been informed about the impending nuptials, but was not going to let me get away with getting married without her giving me the same talk her Mother gave her when she was told my Mom was marrying Charlie, at age 18.

"Bella, you're young, you have your whole life ahead of you. No-one says you have to get married, it's not the done thing these days" she pleaded with me over the phone "I mean how long have you known Jacob... a few months? It's hardly a set-up for a happily married life."

I knew she was right. I knew it probably wouldn't work, but I owed it to my baby to at least try and play happy families.

"And they say divorce is more expensive than marriage these days Bella" my Mom continued. She was good at these lectures. At least she learnt something from Grandma. "If your Grandma, god rest her soul, was here now, she'd say exactly the same. Look at me and your Father. Ok, so we get along fine now and I'd never regret having you sweetheart, but marrying your Father was a terrible mistake" Now I was feeling like a naughty schoolgirl getting scolded. I decided to try and interrupt her flow.

"Yes I realize this Mom, but I don't want to be yet another single mom raising a child alone" I cried down the phone. I understood her concerns, but I wasn't a child any more

"Honey, there's nothing wrong with being a single mom, heck I was for most of your life! I'm just saying, please don't rush into marriage. Date him for a while by all means, consider marriage in a few years, having a child out of wedlock is not a big deal any more" Finally, my Mom was acting like a parent.

Regardless of this fact, I was still the child and was adamant I was going to do what was right for Jacob and for our family. I didn't want to explain Jacobs Quileute tribe and their beliefs. Premarital sex was frowned upon by the elders and a child out of wedlock could cause disrespect. This was the main reason for the marriage – we didn't want to offend any of the elders in his tribe, even though I had yet to be formally introduced, Jacob suggested it would be easier if I met them as his pregnant wife, rather than pregnant occasional one-night-stand.

My friends were both shocked and amazed as I met them for their bridesmaid dress fittings. Not only was I marrying the man Satsuko called "the only eye candy in the town", but I was also quite obviously pregnant with his child. I was by this point 20 weeks pregnant and had a fair-sized bump. The girls were enthralled by this and seemed to gain a great amount of pleasure by feeling and prodding it. I had chosen a Grecian style strapless ivory silk wedding dress. It flowed out just below my bust, creating a flattering line yet allowing for plenty of bump growth. I knew it was the one as soon as I saw it. As much as I hated the thought of being pregnant in my wedding photos, part of me told me that it hardly mattered. Lots of women get married pregnant these days. That's why they make dresses like this.

For Satsuko, Jessica & Angela, I chose an elegant A-line dress featuring embroidery detail at the bodice, made from matte satin, in Amethyst. I loved the deep purple and it was the one color that they could all agree on.

Throughout my pregnancy I tried to carry on working, but as I got bigger I found it harder. It was almost like this baby was zapping not only my strength but my ability to function. I couldn't afford to not work though, we were trying to save money for a deposit for a house, as well as pay for a wedding and I struggled on, which eventually culminated in me fainting through the sheer exhaustion.

Thankfully, Dr Cullen was on hand at the local hospital and gave me the all clear, but suggested I take some time off work to recuperate, at least until the wedding was over and done with. I took his advice for the sake of the baby. I had begun to grow quite attached to 'Blobby'.

Our wedding was scheduled for June 15th, the day I turned 30 weeks pregnant. Billy knew the proprietor of Manitou Lodge, a wood lodge roughly halfway between La Push and Forks, just by the Sol Duc river off the Kilmer Road, that seconded as a wedding venue. It had a large room with a massive stone fireplace, the 'Great Hall' which we could easily fit all our close family and friends in. Between Billy and my Dad, we must have saved a small fortune.

My Mom flew up the day before, she was still nervous about the wedding, but told me she was determined not to spoil the day for me. I was very close to bursting out of my beautiful wedding gown. Better make sure baby doesn't kick otherwise that could be it, I grimaced to myself. How embarrassing for something like that to happen on your wedding day.

Of course, Jacob had not seen me in my dress, as was traditional for good luck. I arrived at the doors to the Great Hall, with my Dad at my side and my three friends behind me, smoothing down the back of my slightly strained dress and gently tousling my hair into place, I turned to my Dad with a sense of panic

"Am I doing the right thing Dad?" I simply asked him, desperate for his comfort and guidance.

My Dad stood thinking for what seemed an eternity. "Bells, you're doing the right thing for Jacob and for the baby and therefore you're also doing the right thing for you" He kissed my forehead, I felt that his deliberately evasive response was just the fact that my Dad was no good with emotions or words. I felt calm as the doors to the Great Hall opened and we started the slow march down to the large stone fireplace, where Jacob stood, ready to accept me from my Father.

He looked dashing in a dark gray suit, complimented with a crisp white shirt and a silver tie. Billy matched his dress as Father of the Groom. I somehow knew that the presence of Jacobs Mother was sorely missed. I looked around the quaint wooden hut we were performing the ceremony in. We were surrounded by Quileute members; Rachel & Rebecca Black, Jacobs sisters, the Clearwater family, the Ateara family, the Call family; people I had seen in photo albums but never in the flesh. On my side of the room was my Moms family; the Higginbothams, my Dads family; the Swans and a host of close friends I'd amassed from university, including Satsuko, Jessica and Amanda, who had been seated next to Jessicas family. Seated to the rear of my Dads family were his colleagues from Forks Police. I hope criminals don't realize all the police force are at the Chiefs daughters wedding. At the back of the room I noticed Jeanette, my boss from work, as well as Dr Cullen and his wife. Man they're a good looking couple.

Jacob had insisted on writing his own vows for the ceremony, which made me feel a bit uncomfortable and insignificant. He seemed to say whatever was on his mind, whereas my mind was shut off to everyone, even myself.

After we had said a few obligatory prayers, Jacob turned to me and gently held my hands to his heart;

"Isabella, I promise to love and cherish you for all eternity. To laugh with you in the good times and cry with you in the bad times. No matter what stands in our path, I will always be there for you and our child and our future children. You are the muse of my existence, your beauty, generosity and humility shows no bounds. I feel honored to know you and now I feel humbled to be as one with you. I love you and I will for ever"

The crowd let out an exasperated gasp as we kissed to seal his vow. There was no way I can match that. Even my Dad seemed to be holding back a tear. Now it was my turn to attempt to be romantic in some small way to my future husband. I looked into his eyes and mustered all the emotion I possibly could.

"Jacob Black. You're the most perfect creature in the world. The day I met you I fell for you and you took my breath away. I'm so proud to be standing here and today is the happiest day of my life. I can't wait to be your wife"

Ok so it wasn't to Romeo Blacks standards, but this Juliet wasn't completely devoid of emotion.

As the minister finished the ceremony, we were soon pronounced as Man and Wife and Dads old Chevy truck, the vehicle that brought us together, had been decorated with confetti and we drove the short 5 miles to a specially erected gazebo on Harry Clearwaters grounds at La Push. I felt I was marrying into the community, rather than just the Black family.

The obligatory speeches soon started, with my father surprising us into admitting that him, my Mom and Billy had not only arranged the necessary deposit for us to move into a small 2 bedroom cottage in Forks, but had also furnished it accordingly as a wedding gift. I rarely cried, but I felt overwhelmed at their generosity, not to mention I desperately wanted to take Jacob home. Even though we were now husband and wife, I still yearned for him. Maybe it's the pregnancy hormones?

The party carried on until late into the night, soon family and friends disbanded and I was feeling the exhaustion. Not wanting a re-cap of my previous hospital visit, Jacob and I excused ourselves to go home. There was no honeymoon plan, purely because we couldn't afford it. Jacob had promised us a weekend away after the baby was born.

Those first few weeks at home as newly-weds was blissful. I knew I hadn't made a mistake, Jacob was so loving and attentive. We shopped together for baby clothes and decorated the nursery. Jacob was adamant the baby would be a girl; I was sure it was a boy. Talking to my boss Jeanette, who had given birth to 4 sons, confirmed this;

"You're carrying a bump in front" she told me one day "This means you're definitely having a boy. If you carry all-round, that signifies a girl. All my boys were in-front-bumps and when I had Stephanie, I was all-round. It told me I needed to buy pink for the first time!" she grinned as she continued "It's all old wives tales really, but for me it was true. And after four rambunctious sons, that baby girl was a blessing!"

After that conversation, I was pretty convinced. We had decided that if it was a boy, the name was my choice and vice versa for him if it were a girl. He had instantly chosen Sarah. That was his Mothers name and the only one in the running. Admittedly I didn't like it at first. I preferred, and therefore suggested, Charlotte; after Charlotte Brontë, one of my favorite authors but Jacob was insistent. We had gone thorough mountains of baby name books and nothing else was suitable for his daughter. If the baby was a girl, she would definitely be called Sarah. Oh well, at least it's not another Madison or Kayla, I thought. Having a older style name had it's advantages in the class room at least. As a compromise, Jacob suggested my Moms name as a middle name. My Mom would love that.

I was stuck on names for boys. Jacob did throw 'Jacob Junior' into the mix, I ruled that out completely, yet compassionately. Jacob was a nice name, but I didn't like the idea of having two Jacobs in the house. I trundled through baby books, not really liking any of the modern, trendy names, so I started once again on my classic English literature, hoping for inspiration. I picked up my old, tattered copy of Pride and Prejudice; I almost knew the text off by heart I had read it so much. My favorite character was Mr Darcy. Darcy sounded like a girls name, so that was not acceptable. I wonder what Mr Darcys first name is?

A quick Google search later, I'd found that his full name was Fitzwilliam Darcy. Fitzwilliam?Fitz? Fitzwill? William? William!

I felt a connection instantly. Then a light came on above my skull. Billys full name is William. It all made sense. Baby William. Who better to name my son after than someone like Billy, who had been so kind to me since the day I fell of the plane. As an added bonus, I decided to attach my Dads name to the mix. William Charlie Black was going to be a very loved little boy indeed.

37 weeks into my pregnancy and I had left work on maternity leave. It was a Friday night and Jacob had been invited out to celebrate Leah Clearwaters birthday. I too had been invited, but respectfully declined the invitation due to my lack of coordination with the huge protruding bump. Jacob had planned to decline too, so that he could stay at home with me, but I insisted he go out with his friends. Once William arrived, for I was certain by now he was definitely a William, Jacob would not have either the time or money to have fun with his friends. My party days were definitely over.

Jacob had finished work early to come home to tend to his poor pregnant wife. In our language, to be 'tended to' generally meant sex. Our sex life was as vivacious as ever, even though he had been careful at first. "I don't want to hurt the baby", was all he'd say to me. After I had consulted Dr Cullen, who had confirmed that sexy during pregnancy was absolutely fine and there was no risk, Jacob had been like a dog on heat. Being Mrs Black was great.

After he had showered, got dressed and kissed me goodbye, I wondered if I should joke to him that Dr Cullen also mentioned that sex can bring on labor? Naaah, otherwise he'll never leave. Normally I would have been concerned, but we had sex so often that if that were the case, I'd have given birth by now. Yet another old wives tale.

I settled down to watch re-runs of Ugly Betty. I must have been either bored or tired or a mix of both as by the time I woke, it was 9.17pm. As I stood up to get a glass of water, I felt an almighty pain shoot me in the abdomen. I'd experienced Braxton Hicks contractions. These were nothing like that. Oh shit, that old-wives tale was right!

The pain was unbearable, I was glad at this point to not have close neighbors as I screamed with the stabbing pain. I picked up my cell off the table and speed-dialed Jacobs number....

"Hey you've reached Jacob, sorry I can't take your call....." the voice mail responded. I hung up as another contraction hit me. There was only one other person I could call. I dialed the number for my Dad, there was no answer. Shit, I'm alone and giving birth. This was the one thing I didn't want to happen. I knew ringing my Mom would do no good, she was over 5 hours away and she would just panic.

I know, I'll ring the police station.

As I waited for the other side to pick up, a large contraction hurtled towards my throat, culminating in a high pitched scream just as Janice, the receptionist, picked up

"Good Lord? Who is this? Are you alright?" she spoke worryingly down the phone

"Janice.... Janice it's Bella. I need my Dad, is he there?" I gasped down the line

"Oh good gracious, hang on child" I heard her shout to down the office "Charlie, CHARLIE! It's your Bella, she sounds like she's in some sort of pain". My Dads desk was several meters from Janice's yet it took him a split second to get on the phone

"Bella? What's wrong? Is the baby ok?

"I think I might be in labor Dad. Jacobs not here. What do I do?" I was starting to panic by this point.

"Stay there Bella, I'm going to come and get you. Get your hospital bag ready and I'll be there as soon as possible. Ring your Mom!"

I did as I was told. I grabbed my pre-made hospital bag. I would get my Dad to call Jacob. I quickly rang my Mom, who as soon as she was told I was in labor, hung up to ring for the next available flight to Seattle. It would take her over 5 hours and she had to stop in San Francisco for a connecting flight. Hell nor high water, it would seem, would stop her from being at the birth of her first grandchild.

True to his word, my Dad arrived and threw the front door open. "Come on Bells, let's go!" He supported my frail, large body to the passenger side and threw my holdall into the boot. He stuck his sirens on and I looked at him with an absurd expression. "It's an emergency Bella, emergencies get the police siren" Another contraction soon took hold. This kid better be worth the agony.

Dr Cullen, who seemed to live at the local hospital, was there on our arrival. He greeted me with a heartwarming smile "Well Bella, today's the day it would seem, would you care for a seat?" He gestured to the wheelchair he was holding.

"Thank you Dr Cullen." I smiled, grimacing

"How are your contractions, have you been counting them?" he asked as he flipped his chart over.

"They're painful and about every 2 minutes" I winced as another took hold. I joked "So, when's my epidural?"

My head felt cloudy. I wondered if it was the pain dulling my senses. As I blinked, my eyes wouldn't open again. I heard the sounds around me go hazy and the whole area went black. I didn't feel like I'd hit the ground.

I woke up once more. Where was I? I was horizontal, being wheeled somewhere. I saw the ceiling tiles pass me like cars on a freeway. The only audible voice was Dr Cullen; "We need to get this baby out now! She's hemorrhaging"

"Where are the drugs?" I mumbled. And with that, the haze returned and I stumbled into the darkness.

Was I dead?

There was nothing. You're told your life flashes before your eyes when you die. I saw nothing. Is this death?

In the background I could hear voices screaming, instruments clanging but nothing of any substance. I wondered if I was dead and they were fighting for my life. Was my baby dead too? I heard no babies crying. I heard the screams of a woman. Was it my mother? Had she arrived? What time was it? Was it today or tomorrow or three years from now?Had I been in a coma?

Where was Jacob? I hope my Father called him.

William.

Where was my William?

I love you William.