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A/N: Some of you have been reviewing my story which is great. I'm still working on much later chapters. Any ideas from anyone on what you'd like to see for much later chapters? So far I think I'm on chapter 13 or so. Any ideas would be wonderful and taken into great consideration. :D. Love you all! Here's chapter 6. Enjoy.

CPOV

I called in to the hospital and told them that I had had to leave a little early because of a family emergency, and that I needed to take off a few days until the funeral of Bella Swan was over. They allowed me to do so and I went back to the papers I was looking over in my office.

My office was straight across the hall from Edward's room, and I left my door open so that I was able to watch him carefully, incase I needed to make any sudden movements to get to him. I put the paper back down with a sigh as I realized that my family had not come home yet. I pulled out my cell phone and called Esme.
"Hello?" came her voice after two rings.
"Hello, Esme. The five of you might as well come home. I'm not going back any time soon so it would be pointless for you all to stay there waiting for my return when it isn't going to happen."
"All right, we'll be home in a little while. Thank you for calling."
"I love you."
"I love you, too. Good bye." I hung up and sighed again. This was slowly tearing my family apart and I hated to see this happening. Seeing my son fall apart in my arms back in my office like that had nearly broken my heart. That's why I had given in to the promise I had made him and shortened the original promise by a few days.

Two hours later, we all got a surprise at the house in the form of visitors. And, when I say surprise, I mean that not even Alice had seen them popping in for this little visit. It was the Denali clan. I invited them warmly into our home, because, when I thought about it, I really didn't have any other choice, did I? Tanya looked around the room at my family, and realized who was missing. She spoke out loud.
"But, where's Edward?" I wanted to kick her. If she hadn't have spoken up, maybe the rest of her family would not have noticed.
"He's in his room. Asleep. Do not bother him. Let him be. He needs the rest."
"Oh. Is he ill?" asked Zafrina.
"No. He is suffering through a really difficult time right now, and needs his sleep. He does not wish to be bothered. Please do not press the issue any farther. I am sure that if he wants to share the information with you, he will do so himself."

The girls all went in the kitchen to begin making dinner, while us men stayed in the living room and watched the baseball game that Emmett had put on when he had gotten home. It was the 8th inning now. The game was almost over, and it looked like they might have to go into extra-innings. The game was becoming intense and none of us wanted to peel our eyes away from the television screen for one second, afraid we might miss something. The game was helping me keep my mind off of my sleeping son upstairs. In any case, the medicine I had given him in that injection wouldn't be wearing off for at least another hour, and who knew if he would just go back to sleep after that anyway. I knew I had to check on him, but I would do so around the same time that the medicine would be wearing off.

Before I became emersed in the game, however; I did think about Edward a lot. I thought about all the information I had learned from that Quilleute girl, Leah. She had witnessed the crash. I wondered when I would tell Edward, and how best to tell it to him. It wasn't exactly going to be easy to tell him that Leah had seen her arguing with someone over her cell phone, not paying attention to the road, and causing it to crash into a tree, twisting the truck and making it look almost unrecognizable to anyone. She had left from there to go back to the reservation to try to get someone up there to help her. In that time frame, we can only assume that Bella had gotten out of the truck and collapsed on the ground, because that's where all the blood was. It was on the pavement near her truck. That's when Angela had called the EMTs and Bella had been brought to the ER for me to care for in her final moments.

One of the nurses had told me later on that she had called me to the ER on purpose, after recognising Bella. She knew that since Bella was with my son and close to marriage with him, that I should be the one to try to save her life, because it would mean more to me if I were the one to do it, than it would to anyone else in the place. And, in some way, it did mean a lot to me that I had been the one that had been able to try my absolute hardest to save her life.

I just wish that I hadn't stepped out of the room with Edward when his phone had rang, because I might have been able to save her if I had been right there to take more action quicker. Yes, I was feeling guilty. Incredibly so. I felt terrible that I had not been able to save Bella's life, therefore, not only letting her die, but also the developing child inside of her. I felt terrible that I had made Edward go through all this pain and suffering because I was not able to save the one that he loved so dearly. It wasn't often that one found the person they wanted to be with for the rest of their lives on the first try. It was like those two had been made for each other. Soul mates. And now that chance was taken away and no one would ever know if that was what was meant to be.

I was thankful that Edward was sleeping and not able to hear my thoughts right now. It would have made him all the more upset. Jasper sensed the change in my mood as these things went through my head and sent me some waves of relief. I thanked him and went back to the game.

The chicken and buscuit dinner that the girls were making in the kitchen smelled amazing. I couldn't wait to try it. I was hungry from not having eaten all day. Maybe I should go in and see the progress that they were making on the dinner, and see how much longer it would be before it was done, so I could pass along the message to the rest of the guys sitting around me now.

And that was precisely what I did. I got up from the couch, tearing my eyes away from the game, and walked into the kitchen. I put my arms around my wife's waist.
"Dinner smells amazing." I said in her ear. She smiled and wiped a bit of batter off her finger onto my nose. I laughed.
"Thank you. But it's not quite done yet. Maybe in another fifteen minutes or so. When will Edward be waking up?"
"Within the hour, I think. I should go and check on him. Where's Tanya?" Esme looked around.
"Oh. I thought she was out with you all, watching the game."
"No. She wasn't. I'm gonna go check on Edward." I walked out of the kitchen, wiped my nose, and went up the stairs. I was almost at the top of the stairs on the floor where Edward's room was when I heard him yell.