More Family Matters drabbles. Prompts supplied by Naelany. This time around its Bella's POV

Disclaimer: Ms Meyers owns Twilight and all its characters. I just play with them.

Thanks to my lovely beta, Beate for running through these for me. 3

BPOV

Mirror

I stood there staring at my reflection, my hands making their way over the bump that was forming on my stomach, a frown taking over my features.

My child. His child

My mind was a swirl of confusion. Flashbacks haunted my dreams. I rubbed my belly one more time before my hand landed on my hair brush and before I knew what I was doing, the glass was already shattered around my feet.

My legs buckled out from under me and collapsed, tears falling freely. A scream ripped itself from my lips as my own eyes stared back at me.

Night

My body shook as the darkness closed in on me, taking over every rational thought. This was the hardest time for me. Anything could happen when there was no light. I hid myself under my covers and shut my eyes tight, trying to block out everything around me.

I prayed that tonight would be different, that tonight, I wouldn't relive that night.

But alas, it was not to be, sweat poured over me as my screams echoed through the night, hands grabbing, pushing, pulling, pain. Searing, soul consuming pain.

My father's touch pulled me from my nightmare, I was safe.

Hope

The pain was excruciating, my contractions coming thick and fast. My legs were up in stirrups and Alice, Esme and Charlie where by my side.

It was time to push, and soon, the baby would be born.

"It's a boy," the doctor said.

Charlie cut the cord, a wide smile on his face, as he looked at me, his eyes shining with the love of a new grandfather.

One specific word was written on his face as the doctor handed him his grandson. Hope.

He handed me the child, my son; and as my eyes met his, I felt nothing.

Friend

I sat in the corner and just starring at the crib as the baby began to cry. Tears slid silently down my cheeks. I couldn't do this. Every time I looked into that little boys eyes, all I saw was my attacker. His russet skin, shiny black hair and big brown eyes all screamed predator to me.

But he wasn't, he was a helpless infant. I couldn't touch him for the first month. It was she, who was constantly by my side, that fed and changed him, when Charlie was at work.

My rock, my best friend, my lifeline, Alice.

Relief

We had talked this to death, there was nothing else I could do. I had to give him up. Just looking at him hurt too much, constant reminders in his deep brown orbs.

Six months I tried, I tried so damn hard to love him. But in the end it just broke me, I couldn't recover living with a constant reminder of my nightmare.

Standing in front of Edward and Jasper, knowing how much they would love him, love Jacob, filled me with relief.

"Love him, like I can't," I said before placing their new son into Edward's arms.