Chapter Two:
E.P.O.V
Carlisle walked down the stairs lifelessly. He looked like a monster, for once, coming down those stairs. Everybody stopped still.
Alice was gone. Jasper went after her. Rose and Emmett were watching the baby. I could see Emmett was upset. He kept his face in his hands while Rose tried to be strong around the baby. Jacob, who for once I was seeing as more then a mutt, was sobbing, banging his fists on the floor.
"Esme…" Carlisle said, so much pain in his voice.
Esme looked up from her place by the window and nodded at Carlisle. "I must call Charlie. Edward, I have to tell him the truth. She died delivering your child."
"Don't say that! Don't say that, please!" I moaned, falling on the floor in a huddling mass. "It's not my child! And she isn't dead…"
"Son." Carlisle said, placing his hand on my back. He was trying to comfort me? He was in no condition to do so. We were both broken. "It will be alright."
"No! No it won't! How can you say that?"
"Sweetheart…" Esme said, her voice trailing off. "Oh, Edward! I'm so sorry!"
Everybody crowded around me. Rose stayed in her seat on the couch though, rocking the baby in her arms. It made me sick, looking at that innocent face. I highly doubted that child deserved to live over my Bella. MY BABY. MY LIFE.
Then they all broke apart. Emmett sat beside me for…I don't know how long. He sometimes would hiss if Rose was to loud, or came to close to showing me the child. "He's not going to want to see her." He said once, waking me from my box of silence and sotlitude. "Keep that thing away from him!"
Rose growled. "She is not an it Emmett! We can't just stop caring about her because her mother died!"
"Damnit Rose!" he shouted. "Bella died for that useless creature to be born! Show some respect!"
The child whimpered. It shattered my heart, really. How could I hate her? She was my Bella's baby. She was one of the only connections I had left of my Bella.
I realized she had chocolate brown eyes. Just like Bella. She was growing at a fast face. She almost had a full head of hair. Bella's hair.
I stood up, surprising Emmett. "Let me see her Rose. Let me…hold her." My voice broke half way through the sentence. "Please."
She glared at me. Did she think she was the mother? Far from it, damnit! I growled, and she gently handed me the small child.
I would of smiled. But my frown seemed a permanent thing now. I wouldn't keep myself alive much longer. It hurt to live without my love.
"Renesmee." I whispered into the small baby's ear.
She giggled and placed her small hand on my face. And then I got a flash of a memory. One that I knew wasn't my own. It was in Bella's point of view. She and I were sitting in a meadow. She wouldn't stop looking at me.
I could smell what she smelled during the memory. What BELLA smelled when it happened. My beautiful Bella. But how was I seeing this?
When the child's hand fell from my face, the wonderful memory faded.
"She can show what she remembers." Rose whispered soothingly. "She can show you what Bella remembers. That's what she remembered before she died. Renesmee showed it to me multiple times. It's a beautiful memory Edward."
I shook my head and handed the child back to Rose. Bella. Dead. Those two words. I never thought I would have to associate those two words. It hurt. It killed me on the inside…even if I was not living.