Fictionista Workshop - WitFit December Prompts

December 5, 2009 (www(dot)fictionistaworkshop(dot)com/witfit/2009-12-05/)

Word Prompt: Oceanic

Phrase Catch: What does "a stirring below" make you think of? Write it.

Creative Original or Derivative:Derivative (Twilight Saga by Stephanie Meyer)

Disclaimer: All copyright, trademarked items, or recognizable characters, plots, etc. mentioned herein belong to their respective owners.

Rating/Warning(s): K

Genre: Angst/Drama

I barged back into the house after having dropped all my and Bella's suitcases into the boat. I quickly surveyed the house for anything else she might need. I had the first-aid pack stocked to the brim. There were enough clothes to last years.

I ran past the kitchen. Food! How could I forget? Bella was human, after all.

I ripped the pantry door off in my haste, and filled my arms with boxes; muesli bars, rice-crackers, chips. I grabbed anything I could lay my hands on.

In a second I was back at the dock. I leaped into the boat and chucked the boxes on the floor.

Looking around, I made a mental check list. Food, water, clothes, first-aid kit, fuel, toiletries, cell phone...

Phone!

Vampires were unable to forget anything – thanks to our photographic memories. I prepared my senses, ready to smell out for where my cell phone was hiding.

Instead I heard the flustered beat of a heart, and Bella saying thanks and goodbye to someone.

In one swift motion, I was standing next to Bella, who was just putting the cell phone on the counter. She looked back up at me with grave, miserable eyes.

"It'll be all right, Bella. We'll get that thing out of you," I said, twisting my expression at the work thing.

Bella just became even gloomier, and I assumed it was due to my reference to her being pregnant. After my minute of shock – following my finding Bella in the bathroom with the box of Tampons in her hand, and Carlisle confirming our suspicions – I had gotten over the fact that Bella had a life-threatening monster inside her, and I was now just focusing on getting it out of her before it could drain Bella of life. I promised myself not to bring up the subject again in her prescience till we got to Carlisle.

I picked her up gently, and she hooked her legs around my waist. I placed a quick kiss on her forehead, and collecting the cell phone, ran out to the boat. I put her down on the chaise-lounge, and drove the boat out of the docks.

Over the boat's roaring engine, I heard small stifled gasps. Bella was crying. That thing was hurting my Bella.

I never imagined that I could father a child, nor had I really wanted to. I grew up only thinking of the war, and while my mother had found countless girls I could pursue, I was never interested in them. Maybe I had concocted some fantasies of what mine and Bella's life could be if I were human, but I knew that would never be possible, so I had driven the thought out of my mind.

I steered the boat as fast as I could to Rio, whereas on the way here the journey had taken just over half-an hour, it now took thirteen minutes.

I gathered Bella up in my arms again. Her head was lolling around on my shoulder, and she leaned her whole body into mine for support. I carefully put her in the taxi that I had requested, and ran back to the boat to collect all of the supplies as fast as I dared.

The taxi ride was short, I had requested – okay, frightened – the driver to go over the speed limit. When we got to the airport, we rushed through the crowds, and into the first-class line to check in first. I sat her down in the most comfortable looking chair in the lounge, and got a bottle of fresh water out of our hand luggage to hand to Bella.

"Thanks," she muttered. It was the first word she had said to me since I had talked to Carlisle over the phone.

I cupped her rosy cheek softly, and she leaned into my hand.

"Are you all right, do you need anything?"

She immediately sat up straighter and made an effort to look like she wasn't in pain. I remembered her telling Eric Yorkie that she was the suffer in silence type.

We were allowed to get on the plane first, thanks to the amount of money I had payed the United airlines to get onto this flight. I settled Bella into her seat, and stole a pillow and several blankets from the storage cupboards where nobody was looking.

Once she was comfortable, I put our hand luggage in the overhead compartments, and settled back into my seat. I heard soft, even breathing from Bella, and looking over at her, I confirmed she was already asleep.

I watched her for the rest of the flight, and checked her temperature regularly, observing for any changes. I could smell her blood getting thicker, and her pulse getting faster, though only minutely.

I also heard small cries coming from Bella's abdomen. Whatever this thing was, we had to get it out of her, fast.

Ok, so the "stirring below" is Bella being pregnant, and her already feeling movement in her belly. Obviously, they make their way over the ocean while in the plane, and when they are going back to Rio from Isle Esme.

This is Edward's thoughts on the journey, remember he thought Bella was frightened of the thing she was carrying, while she was actually scared for the life of what she was carrying, not herself. He tells Jacob this in Jacob's book (Breaking Dawn).

I always wondered what happened between the end of Bella's book and start of Jacob's book in Breaking Dawn, since it skips about a week. This kind of half-covers it.