AN: We thank SareLiz for the prayer that we attained for chapter 7 of A Cutting Decision. The prayer is not completed. The reason for the prayer is the portrayal of the emotion, and Religious meaning which lies deep within the characters actions, thoughts and Familial bonds.
Chapter 7: Prayer of the blessed ones Edward's POV
"We do not presume to come to this, thy table O Merciful Lord, trusting in our own righteousness, but in thy manifold and great mercies. We are not worthy so much as to gather up the crumbs under thy table, but thou art the same Lord whose property is always to have mercy. Grant us, therefore, Gracious Lord..."
The days had been hectic. It had given us hope, pain, love, better understanding, and a lot more to consider, and think about. All of the week's events had taken their toll on Bella. She was tired more often, also due to her pregnancy. She was a lot more serious. She was so careful now. That night that we'd discovered so much, she'd had an epiphany. She felt she had responsibilities, both to our family, our friends, and our children. She had made the snap finger decision to quit, completely. She had made sure Alice saw her decision, and like a dutiful sister, Alice had rid the house of any sharp or dangerous objects.
I had suggested that she have Carlisle sew her up and rid her of the pain of what had been, but Bella had vehemently refused. She insisted on keeping her scars. She said; while she would remember the pain, it would remind her of all she had to lose, of every reason to never make the same decision. She said she wanted to watch herself progress, to watch the past fade away from her skin slowly. It would serve as a visible reassurance. Every scar and endless road of red would be a painful, yet necessary reminder of a terribly unworthy road less taken.
I stood in the family room, my fiancé, though I already had gotten into the habit of calling her my wife lay resting on the carpet, Alice at her feet. Alice looked skeptic, as if she was waiting for something, or trying to figure something out. Her nose scrunched up in her customary fashion. She looked focused. Bella looked content, a first for this week. She was enjoying the feeling of Alice's skilled, chilled fingers massaging the muscles in her feet, and the way the crackers she ate settled her turning stomach.
She looked as if she couldn't have been anymore comfortable. Emmett, I would say was the one that the events had had the biggest effect on. He hadn't made a single joke within the last forty eight hours. Every joke that he wanted so badly to tell seemed to hold a trace of fear in them. He wanted tell jokes to Bella, but was afraid of the effect they might have on her. He thought that his last wise crack head been the reason for Bella's large change in metaphoric stature. Even Rosalie was careful of her behavior around my wife.
Esme was the same as ever, bless her golden heart. She had nothing but the upmost love and respect for all her children. She feared for her youngest daughter (Bella). When Alice had gotten the vision of Bella earlier in the week, she had nearly had a heart attack. She had demanded that we all be on their best behavior, and that if she ever found a hair out of place on her beautiful daughter, we would all feel her wrath.
Carlisle was especially worried, but was quick to keep his composure. He was at most appalled when he saw the extent of her injuries. He said that it was a wonder hadn't needed a transfusion for all the blood she lost. I'd experienced Bella after a transfusion. It had warped her scent a good bit. I didn't like it, she didn't smell like Bella. In fact, she smelt all wrong, like they'd dowsed her in rubbing alcohol. It had been one of the most terrifying moments of my existence.
Bella's demeanor had suddenly changed. She stood up off the floor, and turned for the bathroom, before she tripped. I caught her, and ran for the bathroom. "Edward, she said between each upping of her breakfast, when does the morning sickness stop?" I looked at her encouragingly. "Well, love, it starts within your first week, and should end in your third week…" she smiled. "That means next week, because Monday of last week marks my first week!" She said excitedly. I smiled sadly at her. "Well truly love, pregnancy is very complicated. The signs for it don't even show up until eight days after conceiving. She looked crest fallen. "So that means, for the first week of my pregnancy, I wasn't pregnant?" I nodded sadly at her. "So I have another whole week of morning sickness?" I nodded again. She leaned into me, pressing her head into my chest. "I'm tired of crackers!" I laughed softly. She laughed along with me. "You had four packs today love." "So?" She said nonchalant.
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