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Chapter Twelve:

Visions & Dreams

The second time I fell asleep I dreamt of my two twin baby sons, Matthew Elliott and Mason Zachary. Was I really having twin baby boys?

--Dream—

"Edward," I called as Mattie cried out. No answer, so I tried Alice. "Alice!" She was by my side in a second.

"Yes, Bella," she answered taking Mattie from me and tried to calm him down.

"Where's Edward? I think that Mattie wants his daddy," I explained smiling.

"Oh, Bella!" Alice sobbed. "Don't you remember?!"

"Remember what Alice?" I asked confused.

"Oh Bella! Remember Edward," sob, "was ripped apart and was burned by the Volturi. He was killed by them!"

"No! No! Mattie wants him, he needs his daddy!"

--End of dream—

I woke up with tears in rivers running down my face.

"Carlisle," I called. He wasn't anywhere in the cabin. I unfastened my seat buckle and crawled to the end of our row of seats in first class. I looked back and around and saw him walking down the aisle, something in his hands.

"Yes, Bella," he answered as he took his seat. "I'm sorry I was gone. I just went to get you some food. But since the stewardesses couldn't hear from the back, I had to go get the food myself." That's when he saw my face. "Bella, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Carlisle," I spoke calmly. "It's just that I have a question."

"Go for it," Carlisle said with a smile on his face as he handed me a cheese stick.

"Thank you," I thanked as I took the cheese stick and started nibbling on it. "My…well…" I couldn't even form a coherent sentence.

"Bella, you don't have to ask, if you don't want to. I'm not prying anything," he promised, solemnly.

"No, it's just that I'm trying to put it into an understandable sentence."

"Try your best," Carlisle smiled.

"Okay, uhmm…while I was dead, I saw something like a…like a vision. But then again it was like a dream, like I was in a trace like state," I explained. I told Carlisle about my "dream" as Carlisle listened carefully.

"Hmmm," he seemed to be contemplating something, weighing out his conclusions. "It seems as though one of your children may be a gifted. A gifted baby," he murmured softly to himself.

"WAIT!" I half screamed aware that there we people surrounding us. The stewardess eyed us. "If that was him," I pointed to my stomach. "How about that other," I gulped, "vision about Edward?"

"Judging by the fact that you were asleep when that occurred, then I conclude that it was just a dream. Nothing much to worry about," Carlisle chuckled.

"Oh." I looked down at my stomach and whispered. "I love you." That was when I felt a gentle tap against the hand that was laid on my stomach. It was the first kicking of my babies. I gasped. "Ohh, I love you guys." And with that they kicked again. "Carlisle!"

"Bella are you—" Before he could finish the sentence, I grabbed his hand and laid it on my stomach.

I looked down at my stomach and spoke," I love you guys." Again they kicked actively. I looked at Carlisle and smiled. When he looked back to me, I could tell he felt that. I could tell by the way he smiled infinitely, the way his topaz eyes sparked to life. Even the way he looked at his hands.

He slowly looked down at his hands on my stomach, and dropped his head slowly. "Hey guys! This is your grandpa, Carlisle. And I just want you guys to know that I love you." They started kicking again.

Carlisle smiled happily. "I think that the babies love the word, 'love'." They kicked again this time, excitedly.

I looked down at my stomach, wrapping my arms protectively around my developing babies and whispered softly," Your daddy loves you so much—irrevocably, unconditionally, unselfishly. And if he was here, he'd be overjoyed. But I do promise you, that you will see your daddy soon."

*****

EPOV

I got down off my plane and arrived at LaGuardia. My next flight to Florence would leave in about thirty minutes. I walked and wallowed around my next gate for most of those thirty minutes.

"Flight 891 from Seattle just arrived at Gate 12," a loudspeaker announced. That was the gate across from mine. A familiar scent hit me. It was actually more concentrated and I knew I had to be hallucinating.

"Edward," that sweet voice called out to me. I knew I had to be hallucinating. I was going mad.

"Flight 932, Florence, Italy is ready to depart. Last call for Mr. Edward Cullen. I repeat, last call for Mr. Edward Cullen." Thank God, I thought. I have to get away from reminders of my Bella. My dead, deceased, Bella.

BPOV

Our flight just landed at LaGuardia and I waddled out of the plane with Carlisle by my side. Once I got out of the gate, I saw a familiar shade of bronze and butterscotch flashing around. "Edward!" I called out. But once I called for him, he turned and left.

"Flight 932, Florence, Italy is ready to depart. Last call for Mr. Edward Cullen. I repeat, last call for Mr. Edward Cullen." And with that, he was gone again.

"Carlisle," I sobbed.

"Its okay, Bella. We'll catch up to him. We'll find him, don't worry." Carlisle reached to embrace me. As his arms were wrapped around me, I broke down, sobbing madly. Stupid hormones. We will find Edward, I know we will. I shouldn't be acting like this.

"Okay, I'm well," I told Carlisle, sniffling. "That was stupid," I muttered. Carlisle was about to speak then when the intercom went on.

"Flight 1928, Rome, Italy is about to depart. Last call for passengers passengers, Mr. Carlisle Cullen and Ms. Isabella Swan." Carlisle pulled me along and we started our long journey toward Italy. With Carlisle, my future father-in-law with me, I will find my twins' father and the love of my life. I'll do whatever it takes, to turn this around.