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This chapter will be one large flashback done in multiple POV.

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CHAPTER 26

Carlisle's POV

When I awoke to the phone ringing at nearly one in the morning, I was overcome by an instant feeling of dread. I reached for the phone just as Esme switched on the light, rubbing at her eyes in an attempt to adjust them.

Without even glancing to the caller I.D., I answered, my voice rough with sleep. "Hello?"

"Yes, I'm looking for Dr. Carlisle Cullen," the voice on the other end spoke softly. I sat up a bit in bed with Esme quickly following my movements.

"This is," I quickly replied.

"Dr. Cullen, my name is Samantha Clemet, I'm a nurse at Harborview—"

"Okay?" I asked, interrupting the poor girl impatiently as I climbed out of bed—Esme following.

"Sir, your son, Dr. Edward Cullen …. He was brought in by ambulance—"

"I'm on my way!" I quickly cut her off.

I hung up the phone just as Esme turned to me. Her face showed clear confusion, and definitely terror as she whispered, "Carlisle?"

I turned to my beautiful wife and had no idea what to say to her. "Esme, dear, you need to get dressed. Edward has been taken by ambulance to Harborview, I have no idea what happened, I was more worried about getting to him …."

Her eyes quickly filled with tears, but she ran for the closet and grabbed the first thing her hands fell on— of this I am sure, because I know my wife, and there was no way she would ever purposefully wear brown sweatpants with a purple sweatshirt in public.

"Um, Es," I whispered, gesturing to her shirt.

She looked down at her clothes then snapped her eyes back up to me, shrieking, "Masen! We have Masen!" Shit! "We can't take him up there, Carlisle," Esme pleaded. "I … I—"

"I know," I quickly agreed. "I'll call Emmett—"

"No!" she interjected. "Michael. Try Alice and Jasper …."

I nodded as I picked up the phone to call my daughter and son-in-law. My mind was definitely somewhere other than inside my head. I honestly had no clue what I was doing, what actually made sense …. I was running on autopilot, not a fucking clue as to what was really going on around me—my son was in an accident.

"Mom … Dad?" Alice answered groggily.

I knew she would be sleeping and I felt bad for waking her, but it was an emergency. "Yeah, honey," I replied softly. "I'm sorry to wake you—"

"What's wrong?" she asked, now very much alert. I sighed then explained the situation. "You don't know—"

"Ali, honey," I quickly interrupted. "I don't know anything."

"Okay," she cried. "Jas and I will be there as soon as we can."

BPOV

"Why … why isn't he waking up?" I hiccoughed to the EMT sitting next to me in the ambulance. "He … he should be awake by now …."

"I don't know ma'am," he replied solemnly, "That's why we're taking him to the hospital."

I just nodded, squeezing Edward's hand in my left hand as my right rubbed my belly soothingly.

Please, God, if you're listening to me tonight, I thought to myself. Make him be okay. Please, make him be okay!

"Two minutes ETA," the driver announced, while both paramedics immediately started preparing for our arrival.

I cringed when we pulled up to the hospital. That meant I had to let go of his hand, and I didn't know if I could do it. I also knew if I wanted him to come home I really had no choice, so begrudgingly, I let go of his hand. They quickly wheeled him into the hospital while one of the emergency room doctors attended to me.

"Ms. Swan, I'm Dr. Toner," she introduced herself. "I understand you're about two months pregnant?"

"Ye-yes," I stuttered, sitting in the wheel chair.

"Okay. Well, we're going to take a peek at that baby as well as check you out," she explained as they wheeled me into the hospital.

"Its babies," I corrected. "Twins."

"Okay." She smiled, but didn't really say anything else as they wheeled me through the emergency room and into a room.

I was concerned for the twins, of course, but the only injuries I sustained were to my wrists—they broke my fall when Edward pushed me out of the way—but other than that, I had absolutely no pain or discomfort anywhere else. I was perfectly fine.

"I'm fine, really. I'd really rather be with my … fiancé." Yes, I was totally blowing smoke out my ass, but I knew it sounded better than boyfriend did. Besides, I knew Edward wouldn't give a rat's ass. He'd probably find it funny.

"Well, Ms. Swan—"

"Bella," I interjected. "Please, call me Bella."

Dr Toner smiled, nodding slightly. "Okay, Bella, we really should make sure you're alright. At least the babies—"

"Okay, look," I cut in again. "I'm not trying to be a bitch here, give me AMA papers, I'll sign them …. I promise if I start feeling any discomfort of any sort I WILL get treated immediately. I am a nurse, and I am telling you I am FUCKING fine! Now, please tell me where I can find my fiancé … Dr. Edward Cullen! He was brought in with me …."

She was staring at me like I grew two heads all of the sudden, as a matter of fact, the three other people in the room were also staring at me like that, but I honestly didn't give a shit. I wanted to be with Edward and if these fuckers were going to give me a problem, I'd wait until he was stable and have him transferred to Seattle Health—well, Carlisle would.

"Um, okay," she whispered. "How about this?"

I gave her a look that said, "Yeah, keep talking!"

"You have absolutely no pain?" she questioned. I shook my head. "Any bleeding?"

"None … well, I haven't been to the bathroom yet …."

"Okay, you go to the bathroom and check yourself, while I go see if I can get some information on your fiancé.

"Fine!" I quickly agreed. "Where are the bathrooms?"

"Across the hall," she supplied, turning slightly as she pointed to her right. I nodded and started for the bathroom. "Bella?" she called out behind me.

I glanced at her over my shoulder. "Yes?"

"Don't use the restroom. Your bladder will need to be full for the ultrasound."

I nodded in understanding and entered the bathroom. After checking myself for blood, I washed my hands and returned to the insistent doctor.

"No blood," I announced, walking out of the bathroom.

She was standing at the nurses' station talking with a nurse, but when she saw me exit the bathroom, she turned and headed my direction. "They just took your fiancé up for a CAT scan," she informed. "So once they get—"

"Is he awake?" I interrupted.

"No." I nodded, but didn't say anything else. "How `bout we go do that ultrasound? Since he's up having a test of his own?"

I nodded, again—I knew he would be up there a while, and there was no way they'd let me in there while pregnant.

"Okay," she replied solemnly, turning to one of the nurses. "Take her up for an ultrasound, and tell the tech we want a stat read."

The nurse nodded. "Yes, Doctor."

The elevator ride up was quiet to say the least, only one other person rode in the elevator with us, and no one was talking. I was actually surprised at how quickly the ultrasound tech came in, every time I had one with Masen they always made me wait—though none of those were urgent.

I hated that this was happening to us. We didn't deserve it. Edward didn't deserve it.

God, what if he doesn't wake up … Masen … oh, my God, my baby … he's barely had any time with his father. I did that. I did that to my child.

This can't be happening! It just can't!

One thing came out of the emergent ultrasound—besides finding out the the twins were fine of course—I was also able to hear their hearts beat—which were both strong and beautiful.

I cried. No, I bawled. Edward should have been there the first time I heard the heartbeats. It wasn't fair!

Tanya! A growl escaped my throat as I thought her name, the nurse taking me back looked at me curiously, but I just ignored her. I hope that bitch fucking died in childbirth!

Whore!

Esme's POV

My baby was in the hospital, and I knew absolutely nothing about how he was. How in the hell could Carlisle hang up the phone and not get ANY information? He's a doctor for God's sake—and his father!

I wanted to get to my son just as badly as he did, but would it have taken that much longer to get more information? NO! But my ass of a husband hung up on whoever it was.

He had to be in shock or going completely insane! Either way, it wasn't good.

They told us Edward was up having a CAT scan when we arrived, but other than that, they really didn't have anything to tell us. My brain instantly went to Isabella. "Was there anyone with him?" I asked urgently. "Maybe brought in with him, or waiting? She's about 5'4", brown—"

"Isabella Swan?" Carlisle interrupted my ramblings. The woman at the desk typed the name into the computer and then asked if we were related somehow.

"I'm her soon to be father-in-law," Carlisle growled. "The grandfather to the twins she is carrying—"

"I'm sorry, Sir—" she interrupted, only to have Carlisle interrupt her—I've never seen him so riled up, it was actually quite sexy … under other circumstances obviously.

"I'd like to speak with your Chief of Emergency Medicine," Carlisle snapped. "Tell him Dr. Carlisle Cullen would like to have a word with him, please."

"Dr. Cullen," the nurse, or whatever she was, whimpered. "I'll get him if that's what you'd like, but it's really not necessary. Ms. Swan is in room twenty-four. Down the hall to your right, then to your left … it'll be on the left side of the hall."

I looked to Carlisle, then to the lady standing before us, whispering, "Thank you."

She smiled, nodding sadly, but didn't say anything else.

"Yes, thank you," Carlisle finally responded despondently. "And I'm sorry—"

"It's understandable, Sir. And I do hope your family is okay."

"Thank you," Carlisle and I both replied, walking in the direction of Bella's room.

"I really hope—"

"I know, dear," Carlisle interrupted, wrapping his arm around my shoulders as he pulled me close to his side.

"Why is this happening?" I cried, resting my head on Carlisle's shoulder. I didn't understand any of this—I couldn't understand why this was happening to my family …to my son. He just got his girl back, just met the son he didn't know he had—he's happy, really happy for the first time in four years, why would someone want to take it away now? I just couldn't understand.

"I don't know, Es. I don't know."

Bella was fidgeting in an exam bed when we walked in. She looked like a wreck and it truly looked like it was taking every bit of her strength just to sit still.

"Oh, Esme, Carlisle," she whimpered, and then looked around us frantically. "Please tell me you didn't bring—"

"He's with Alice and Jasper," I spoke softly, sitting on the bed with her. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer, hugging her to me as I asked, "What happened, Bella?"

"He … he got hit by a truck," she cried, hugging me tighter to her. "We went for ice cream, and … and … and that whore was in labor—"

"Tanya—" A growl escaped her little chest; her whole frame shook as she glared at Carlisle. "Sorry," he apologized. "So, she had—"

"I don't know!" she interrupted with another growl. "Do you want to know about your son or that whore and her—"

"Dr. Cullen … Mrs. Cullen?" a doctor in his mid fifties interrupted.

Thank god for small favors.

"Yes," Carlisle replied, turning to the doctor.

"My name is Dr. Arnold. I'm the neurologist treating your son …. Would you like to discuss this someplace more—"

"ARE YOU INSANE?" Bella suddenly yelled, jumping off the bed. She walked over, standing directly next to Carlisle, but he spoke before she was able to say anything more.

"Its fine, Dr. Arnold," Carlisle replied. "This is … well, she's my daughter in all the ways that count … so, please, go on …."

My little Bella was losing her patience very fast, and it wasn't good considering her state—we still didn't know how our grandbabies were.

Dr. Arnold nodded and then went on to explain Edward's current condition. "We did a scan on his brain when he was brought in, at this point there just seems to be a lot of swelling. I'd like to monitor that—"

"When will he wake up?" Bella interrupted. "Please tell me …."

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but I can't really answer that at this point. There is a substantial amount of swelling, and until that goes down, we can't really be sure of anything—" Bella collapsed, almost hitting the floor, luckily Carlisle was able to catch her before she actually hit.

"Nurse!" Dr. Arnold yelled, attending to Bella after Carlisle got her to the bed.

"She pregnant," Carlisle said. "With twins."

BPOV

Two days after Edward's accident ~

"Bella," Carlisle sighed in frustration. "It has to be done."

"Carlisle," I defended. "He wanted to be there, he wanted to watch—"

"I will watch, better yet, we will watch as they take the swab and as they transport it to the lab, signed, sealed and delivered. I know you want to wait until Edward wakes up, but the faster we do this, the sooner we can get the results—"

I sighed. I knew he was right, but I really wished Edward were awake for this. "Fine," I relented. "But, I'm going to be there, watching."

I watched as they swabbed the inside of Edward's mouth.

"Carlisle?" I asked as the lady placed the Q-tip looking swab into the bag.

"Hmm?"

"If I established paternity, I could change Masen's last name and have Edward's name added to the birth certificate …." I asked turning to look at him. "Right?" He nodded. "I want to do it. How much does—"

"Don't worry about the cost," he interrupted, turning to the lab tech. "We'll get it done."

Carlisle and I walked with the lab tech down to the lab to watch it get checked in and sent out to the outside lab that was to perform the actual DNA test. Per Edwards request.

Only he knew the lab it was being sent to.

Did I mention he was transferred to Seattle Health?

Yeah, yesterday.

But, anyways, the paternity test on Liam ….

Ha! Stupid bitch didn't get his daughter!

"… Bella?" Esme asked, breaking into my thoughts

"Huh?" I asked, turning to look at her from my spot next to Edward. The place I'd remained since Dr. Toner released me.

The twins and I were fine, just as I told her we would be.

"Are you going home, tonight?" she asked hesitantly. "Or …."

I looked to Edward, then back to Esme before returning my eyes back to Edward.

I knew I should go home to Masen, I knew he was scared, and me being gone was only making it worse, but I just couldn't leave Edward's side. The thought alone tore my heart to pieces.

"I …." Tears were falling freely down my face. I couldn't do it … I couldn't leave him.

"It's okay, dear …" Esme replied sympathetically, rubbing her hand down my hair.

I nodded solemnly, but didn't look at her as she left Edward's room for the night.

Carlisle's POV

Four days after Edward's accident ~

"Papa," Masen whimpered as I tucked him into his bed at our house. "When Momma comin' home?"

I sighed. I knew he was missing her. Well, both of them honestly, but especially Bella. She'd never been away from him for more than a couple of nights at a time, and it's been almost a week since he'd actually seen her—considering he got sick just before the accident.

He knew something was wrong. He could hear it in her voice when she talked to him, and then the way we dodged any and all talk of Edward—per Bella's request—it was obvious. I didn't necessarily agree with it, but she was his mother.

"I don't know, buddy," I replied honestly. "Hopefully, soon."

"Wiff Daddy?"

"I hope so," I whispered, kissing his forehead. "But, right now, it's bedtime for every one named Masen."

"Aw, man!" Masen groaned. "What time bedtimes for papas?"

"Late," I replied, getting off the bed.

"I change my name," he replied just before a big yawn escaped.

"I personally like Masen," I retorted with a chuckle.

He smiled a lazy smile, rolling on his side, whispering, "Mommy gives it to me …."

"She did," I whispered glumly. "Good night, Masen."

"Good nights, Papa."

I closed the door slightly behind me and went down stairs to find Esme. She was sitting in the family room, drinking a glass of wine.

"I'm going to the hospital," I explained, heading toward the closet for my coat and shoes. I'd had enough.

Esme just nodded; she knew why I was going.

"Give Edward a kiss for me."

"I will."

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