I was awakened from my mess of daydreams when I heard some yelling in the main room downstairs. I rushed downstairs to find Alice in the center of the room with Emmett, Carlisle, Esme, and Jasper huddled around her.

Jasper's expression was something between angry and anxious. "Alice," he asked in a rough tone, "what did you see?"

His tone alarmed me. Jasper never sounded like this unless danger was on its way. Was Alice's vision about Edward and Bella? Perhaps Bella chose to stay human after my persuasion. I desperately hoped this was the case.

But something in Alice's eyes convinced me otherwise. I hadn't seen her like this ever since she saw the nomadic vampires coming towards the baseball game. She looked as she was in shock while in great concentration. At last, Alice spoke:

"I saw…" She faltered and started again. "I saw Edward and Carlisle, apparently operating, on Bella. They were holding something, I wasn't sure what it was, but it looked like a baby. It looked—" She stopped, unable to finish the sentence. But she didn't need to. We all knew what she was going to say. The one word I was dreading, praying that it wouldn't escape her lips, but did.

Dead

I knew what Bella and Edward were going to "try" on their honeymoon (Edward talked to Emmett about this. Apparently Emmett didn't consider their conversation private enough not to tell me). Still, it never occurred to me the slightest that it could lead to this…

I used the little facts I knew about this. Vampires could not give birth to humans. I had tried every method possible and researched all the South American legends, but it took me a while to accept that I was sterile the moment my vampire transformation was complete. I had always been jealous of Bella. For what? I had everything she could dream of except that one thing I wanted the most: being human and having children. Apparently, it didn't matter whether the guy was a vampire or a human. It all depended on the girl.

I suddenly noticed that ever since Alice spoke, the room had become dead silent. Everyone seemed to be in shock. Wasn't anyone going to protest on killing a child—especially Edward and Bella's child? Then I realized. Of course. Those South American legends. No one had survived such a pregnancy. Did Bella know she was pregnant? Apparently, no one near me cared; they just started at each other, too stunned to believe what they heard.

Well then, someone ought to find out. I reached for Alice's cellphone, punched in Edward's number and tossed it at her. She appeared confused, but in a flash the phone was at her ear. It took a while for someone to pick up on the other end.

"Bella? Bella, are you okay?" Alice asked.

After an answer she answered, "He is. What's the problem?"

After another pause she asked, "Is Edward all right?" Alice whispered, "Carlisle" who walked toward Alice, and went back on the phone.

"Why didn't he pick up the phone?" Alice demanded. "He" was obviously Edward. Was Edward alright? He couldn't be hurt, could he? No, that would contradict Alice's vision.

"Bella, what's going on? I just saw—" Yeah, Bella. What was going on?

Alice was silent for a moment. "Here's Carlisle," she said.

I considered what I knew at the moment. Alice didn't tell Bella about her vision. That was apparent from the phone conversation. I couldn't tell whether I should be happy or angry about this. Were they going to gently coax Bella into aborting the pregnancy? Or did they want to spare her the shock? I hoped Bella realized that Alice didn't see her with a live baby. Why deny her the truth? Were they scared that Bella would want to keep the baby--like she should?

Carlisle's voice interrupted my thoughts,

"Bella, it's Carlisle. What's going on?"

"Has he been harmed?" Carlisle demanded anxiously.

Was Edward hurt? It made no sense. How could Bella's pregnancy hurt Edward? Then it hit me. Edward always overreacted over trivial dangers toward Bella. I couldn't imagine the state he was in if he knew that Bella was pregnant.

"I don't understand, Bella," Carlisle responded to something Bella said over the phone.

There was a long pause. Carlisle seemed to be thinking intensely. Then he asked, ""When was the first day of your last menstrual cycle?"

That question answered all of my questions.

Bella and Edward both knew about the pregnancy. As of now, Bella was going to abort the baby.

I drifted up the stairs and into my room. No one downstairs noticed. Everyone was looking at Carlisle while he talked in the phone.

I felt like screaming in my pillow. There were so many emotions I wanted to release. Jealousy that she had everything I dreamed of. Frustration that she was making the wrong choice, again. And fury that Edward and Carlisle were backing her up on this.

I had never felt so powerless. I couldn't force Bella into keeping the baby without battling everyone in the family. If the pregnancy involved her life, I couldn't convince her into keeping the baby. Didn't Bella realize that life, of all things, is trivial? There are more important things: family and love. Uncontrollable jealousy seized me. Everything I had ever wanted in my entire life was flowing in hers. I hadn't even done anything mean enough to deserve this. Beauty was a curse that had landed in my life.

I looked in the mirror and suddenly a calm feeling washed over me.

Calm down, I thought to myself. You're not helping Bella and the baby by doing this.

Persuasion was never my strength. Edward was luckier. But, of course, I knew whose side he would pick in this situation. The moment I considered trying to persuade Bella to make the right choice, I deserted the idea. Hope fled me right on the spot. What was the point after all? I would fight against the whole family, even Emmett, in order to get Bella to keep the baby. But there was too little time. Too little time for Bella to make the right choice. She would most likely kill her baby and live with it, free of guilt.

I decided to use the little time I had left to convince Bella to keep the baby. I would fight harder for this choice, more than I did on keeping her human. Yet I didn't know one tiny part of the plan: how to persuade her.

Ring, ring, ring

My eyes widened as I picked up my cellphone and saw the number. Edward? What was he calling me for? It couldn't be Edward calling. Unless, by some miracle…

"Hello" I said.

One minute ago, I never thought I would hear this. But here were the words that flew out of my cell phone.

"Rosalie?" Bella's voice whispered. "It's Bella. Please. You have to help me."