Alices pov

"Alice? ALICE!! What's wrong?!?!" He yelled in my ear. I hyper ventilated, and pointed to my bulging stomach.

"Him, him! He's coming!" Another scream broke out. This little thing was causing the worst pain in the world. What if Edward snapped my neck? That would be nothing to the pain I felt now. Set on fire for the rest of eternity? I'd take that any day. I pray that He would just set me free and drag me to hell, to escape this blazing pain. It was worse than all of Jasper's kids, far, far worse.

A sudden blow in my womb interrupts my silent prayers. I squeeze Emmett's hand, hoping it would take the pain away. I press my lips into a hard line to secure the screams that raged to escape my lungs. Another blow to my back.

"Carlisle, give her the damn medicine! NOW!" Emmett was very angry by just his voice. I felt the needle slide into my arm, and in that very instant I felt like a cloud. Color didn't exist. Everything turned gray and foggy. I fought to keep my eyes open, to see my miracle child, to see my Emmett. But the medication won me over. My eyes closed and I drifted off.

DREAM SEQUENCE

I felt like I was flying. Like God had answered my prayers and let me die. I felt nothing at all. But when I flew, I saw nothing but blackness. Hell. I'm just happy to be out of the torture. But as I made me way to hell, I saw still nothing but blackness. It felt like just seconds, but it could have been hours. Days. Weeks. I only wonder how long I searched for the golden gates, or fire. I searched each and every way. Nothing. I stood there. And waited for Him to keep me alive.

REALITY

"Alice, Alice baby are you alright?" Emmett's voice broke into my journey. My eyes forced open, to catch just a glimpse of my angel. I saw him, and a smile took over my face. He caressed my cheek, and I wished he would hold on for eternity.

"Do you want to see or little girl?"

Oh, now I remembered why I was searching for hell. My little girl, causing me the great pain. I was pulled back because she was out. I nodded weakly, and he left me alone in the room.

I waited for about 5 minutes, imagining my child, beautiful, hoping she looks nothing like me. Then, Emmett came back into the room, my gift in his arms.

"Alice, this is our little girl." He held the small child to me. I was stunned, she was more beautiful than anything. Her black curls fell past her shoulders, and her electric blue eyes were the most beautiful eyes in the country. I held her in my arms. She did look like me, more like me than Emmett. She had his curly, jet black hair, and electric blue eyes, but had my facial features. Her big eyes, her smile a replica of mine.

"I like Alexis." I said. Emmett nodded.

"Our little Alexis."

I stared at her as he pressed his cold lips to my throat.