Raising Sun

Chapter 13 – Unexpected

By our place in the midst of the furthest seas we were fated to stand alone

- Henry Lawson

I had returned before dawn and tied up the boat as quickly as possible. It seemed that everything was in perfect order. I could give her a real honeymoon without hurting her, we were going to do the college thing, and maybe with a little luck we will at least do a year before she decides to turn. Whatever she wanted.

We were together, nothing was going to tear us apart.

I entered the house through our bedroom doors, only to find she wasn't there. I took a sniff, following the smell of rioting chicken and her out into the great room. Almost all the windows were opened and she had the fans going at full. The whirling sound of the fan bounced off the walls. At any moment the fan was going to fly away. I should have thought of putting an air condition united in the house, for those nights I have to have gone hunting. I hadn't thought that without my body, she would be too hot.

I found her in the great room. She was spread out on the couch, sleep, with the TV. turned on. She had been sweating, trying to cool herself down.

I wrapped my hands around her, grateful for once that my body was cold and I could cool her down.

"I'm sorry," I whispered as I wiped the sweat from her clammy forehead. She was running a little bit of fever, and I hoped it had to do with the warmth and not that she was sick. "So much for thoroughness. I didn't think about how hot you would be with me gone. I'll have an air conditioner installed before I leave again." I leaned down to kiss her lips and she bolted out of my arms.

"Excuse me,"

This wasn't like her, was she sick. "Bella?"

She made it to the bathroom before I heard the undeniable sound of vomiting coming from it. I didn't waste time, getting to the bathroom as quickly as possible.

"Bella? What Wrong?" I said holding her upright, trying to keep her hair out of her face. Bella doesn't get sick very easily. For the most part, other than the smell of blood, she had an extremely strong stomach. She swears it had to do with all the yogurt she eats.

"Damn rancid chicken," she moaned.

"Are you all right," I asked. Hating the chicken who did this to her.

"Fine," she panted. Her face was a weird shade of green and white and her skin felt clammy and cool, even dead like. She hadn't looked this bad since the day when they were doing blood typing in Biology. I took a quick sniff of the air, but there was no blood. Her lips had turned to white and her eyes weren't dilating property. This could be food poison or it could be a number of types of different tropical diseases.

"It's just food poisoning. You don't need to see this. Go away," She said, stubborn as ever. Bella had never been used to someone taking care of her, so she had a hard time accepting help.

"Not likely Bella," I said. One way or another she is going to learn that she is my wife and a Cullen and we take care of each other.

I helped her up to the sink so that she could wash her mouth.

"Food poisoning?"

"Yeah, I made some chicken last night. It tasted off, so I threw it out. But I ate a few bites first," she said. She hadn't eaten much meat on the island. Salmonella, maybe but she wasn't showing the signs of it.

I put a hand on her forehead. "How do you feel now?"

"Pretty normal. A little hungry now?" she said. I was going to be given Carlisle a call after she falls asleep again. This wasn't sounding right.

I made her wait an hour and keep down a glass of water before I allowed her eat. I figured eggs were safe and she was craving them. Afterwards we stretched out on the couch and watched CNN. Nothing new was happening in the outside world, India bombed Pakistan, Bush was in idiot and people were trying to explain the rise of gas prices. World War III could have happened and we wouldn't know it.

She closed her eyes, snuggling close to me before getting bored with what was showing. Bella wasn't interesting in the political world as I was. My father was a lawyer during a very exciting time in American History. Teddy Roosevelt was the president, Spanish American War was happening, Women Suffrage was on the rise, so most of family dinner discussions had revolved around politics. My mother had a keen mind and had been a Suffrage herself.

I felt a movement and she bolted from my lap, not making the bathroom. I followed her, holding her hair as she let go the eggs she just eaten.

"Maybe we should go back to Rio, see a doctor," I suggested. I don't think this was food poisoning.

She shook her head, stubborn as ever. "I'll be fine right after I brush my teeth."

She walked away and I took a sniff of the air, she smelled off. Not bad, just like something was changing in her chemical make up. I dialed Carlisle number but got pushed through to the answering machine. Being around blood as much as he was, he had to make sure he was complete full, so he spent more time hunting than we did. Most of us turned off our phones; I just recently had been leaving mine on.

I decided to check on Bella, to see if I could persuade her to go to a doctor. Even with my degrees, I never really practice. Carlisle working knowledge was more than my mechanical knowledge of the human body. I would feel better if someone else said it was food poisoning.

I knocked on the closed door to our bedroom.

"Are you well," I asked.

"Yes and no," her voice sounding bewildered. What type of answer was yes and no.

"Bella can I please come in," I said.

"O..kay,"

I opened the door to find Bella sit on the floor next to her suitcase, she had been holding something. I sat down next to her, my hand going to her forehead at once, she was paler than normal.

"What's wrong?"

"How many days has it been since the wedding," she whispered.

"Seventeen," what an odd question. "Bella, what is it."

She looked down at her hands, her lips moving but no words were coming out it. I strain to hear it. But all I could hear was the movement. She seemed to be counting something. Than stopped and restarted again, like she was checking her numbers.

"Bella!" going half out of my mind here, I needed to know. I hate not being able to read her mind, because her silence was driving mine insane. "I'm losing my mine over here."

She looked stun and than held up what she was holding when I walked into the room. It was a small blue box with the word tampons written across it. I quickly searched my mind for what humans used their box for.

I know it was something to do with females, I don't think males use…..

Menstrual cycles, they were used as a way to absorbed the blood flow during menstrual cycles, the monthly bleed to prepare a women's body for child birth.

"What" Are you trying to pass this illness off as PMS?"

"No," she whispered still bewilder. "No, Edward. I'm trying to tell you that my period is five days late."

Menstrual cycle, the monthly bleed to prepare a women's body for child birth. Child birth.

Human female produce a smell right before they start their period. Most human males are unaware of it, but it is when the time of the month they were fertile. It's a strong smell, very pungent.

I went through my mind, back to our wedding night. I knew when that smell occurred. I usually schedule my hunting trips during those times – mostly because of the smell and the fact that she would be bleeding. I had been so intone to her body, I knew exactly when that smell occurred and how long it was going to last.

And the smell had occurred on our wedding night. She had been primed and fertile during our first time. Did I just impregnate my wife?

How in hell could I?

I was dead, wasn't I?

A walking body, a living corpse, the un-dead.

I went through all my medical training and what I knew on vampire anatomy. We couldn't have children could we? If we could Rose and Esme would have had them by now. They couldn't have them because they couldn't change. Their bodies were stuck in what ever moment they became a vampire, unable to do the monthly requirements to carry and give birth.

A female need to change. It had to change, to except the fetus and sperm.

But I was different. My body didn't need to change to be able to sire offspring.

I had at one point of my existent had the capabilities to produce sperm, the other part of the ingredient to make a child. And sperm can live in a human body after it dies, could some how my sperm had survive?

I was frozen at seventeen, but unlike my sisters and mother, my body only had to go through one change – puberty. My sacks had already drop, my voice finish cracking and I started growing hair in places I didn't know possible way before Carlisle met me.

How could I have been stupid? How could I not see this, that I might be able to impregnate Bella? I thought I had thought of everything, except packing condoms.

Maybe I was wrong, but the signs were there. The sickness, the tiredness, her weight gain, her breast becoming more sensitive. I just refused to seem them and it was happening so fast, faster than normal.

My mind was still trying to wrap it self around the concept when I heard.

"Pregnant."

When did my phone go off and who was she talking to? I heard Carlisle ask her a couple of questions. And her trying to explain things. I couldn't get the words to make sense but I finally snapped out of it. I held up my hand for the phone.

"Um, I think Edward wants to talk to you," she said.

"Put him on," Carlisle said. I didn't like the tone of his voice. He sounded worried, more worried than normal.

"Is it possible," I whispered.

Carlisle was quiet for a moment. "Theoratically possible, I mean nobody knows how long the male reproductive cells can last in body or maybe we can still produce them. We are derived from human and we do share some of the same characteristics and chromosomes, enough to maybe allow conception to happen."

I closed my eyes for a moment, should I be happy about this.

"And Bella," I said wrapping my arms if I could protect her from all of this. I moved my lips fast so that Bella couldn't hear. "Is she going to be okay?" I wanted to ask if she was going to survive this, but couldn't form the words.

"I don't know Edward. This is nothing I have been trained for or heard about for that matter. She needs to come home right away. I have to be able to examine her. Make sure she eats plenty and drinks a lot of fluids. Edward we will get through this don't worry. I'll have everything prepared, if we have to we will get it out of her."

"Yes, Yes I will," I said snapping the phone shut and trying to keep calm. What the hell did I do to my wife?

"What did Carlisle say," she asked.

"He thinks you're pregnant."

"Who are you calling now," she asked.

"The airport. We're going home."

I hate trying to fly internationally. I had spent two hours on a phone, trying to get my pregnant wife out of this country, but it seemed nobody wanted to help. I was almost at the point of throwing her on my back and running all the way there, if I didn't think that would add more stress to the situation.

To keep my mind from killing somebody, I packed. Bella had left the room, saying something about being hungry. Eating is good, normal pregnant women eat a lot.

But as furious as I with the Brazilian Department of Tourism it was nothing to the way I was feeling right now towards myself.

How could I be so careless, so stupid? I knew how the body worked. I should have taken the precarious to make sure I was safe. Now I am going to lose Bella to the demon spawn that I implanted into her.

It might not be a demon spawn a small voice whispered inside me. I tried to kill that too, for even suggesting something like that. Of course it was, I heard the stories of the baby vampires, from both Carlisle and Jasper. I knew what they were capable of. Whole villages have been wiped out because of them.

Humans blamed rats on the Black Plaque but it really had been vampire children out of control.

If I didn't have Bella to worry about right now, I would have killed myself. Calm down Edward, you need to get a grip. She needs you right now.

And I went to find her.

"Bella?" I peeked inside the kitchen, where she was sitting eating a bag of pretzels and crying. I hated myself even worse. Did that thing hurt her; I was going to rip it to piece once I get it out of her. I wouldn't let it hurt her.

"Bella. Are you in pain?" I looked at her face, her eyes, she seemed scared.

"No, no –" My brave poor Bella.

I hugged her against my chest. "Don't be afraid. We'll be home in sixteen hours. You'll be fine. Carlisle will ready when we get there. We'll take care of this, and you'll be fine, you'll be fine."

"Take care of this? What do you mean?"

I looked at her eyes. "We're going to get that thing out of you before it can hurt any part of you. Don't be scared. I won't let it hurt you."

"That thing," she gasped, looking more scared than I have seen her.

I wanted to rest assure her, but I completely forgot about the cleaning crew was due here. I needed to get rid of them, last thing I needed was to see them.

"Dammit! I forgot Gustavo was due today. I'll get rid of him and be right back." I said darting off. Last thing I needed was Kaure and her accusing eyes. She would have known at once what I did.

I explained that we were leaving because Bella was sick and that if they could come back tomorrow. Gustavo understood seeing the stress in my voice, but Kaure eyes were narrowed.

"I have food for her," she said.

"Thank you, I will take it to her."

"No, you don't. I will."

"Sorry, sir she can be most stubborn, its best to let her deliver the food," Gustavo said. I had a feeling he was the type of person who didn't rein his wife in.

"That's okay." Bella didn't look pregnant or dead and it was best that thought we were leaving because she was sick.

"You did something to her," she accused me in her native tongue.

How did she know? I tried to convince her, without any luck. Were all human's female this stubborn.

"No, I see her myself," she said, switching back to Portuguese.

I decided I didn't have time to argue with her. She was determined to see Bella's live one way or another.

I lead her into kitchen, hoping it would be a short visit. Gustavo didn't follow deciding to take a walk around the place to make a list of things he needed to do. I went straight to Bella. She had been crying again, I wiped the tears and murmured in her ears.

"She insisting on leaving the food she brought – she made us dinner," it would have been funny if it was for the situation. "It's an excuse – she wants to make sure I haven't killed you yet."

I turned back to her expecting that she would want to leave, but her eyes weren't on Bella, Bella stomach. She murmured something in her native tongue, something on she was sure and walked away.

Maybe I was wrong, maybe. The girl looks sick, the other looked perfectly healthy except for the bruise.

"She okay, damn it," I snapped at her in her native tongue. I had picked up the tongue, during my first visit.

Kaure turned to go, her skirt fanning causing the smell of the food to spread out. Bella breathe in, grab her mouth and took off to the sink. My eyes widen as I tried to smooth her. She kept get sicker and sicker, before I realized what it was. Onions and fish, the smell was causing her to get sick. I quickly slammed the food into the refrigerator.

Kaure stood there for a second before. She breeding a Lysbonison! You impregnate her with hell's child.