The world of Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer. I like to play in it.

I was initially inspired to write this FanFiction by 184's Surviving Love. She has graciously allowed me to do another take on her idea. In this story, I wondered what would have happened if Bella was worried enough about Carlisle and Edward's attempt to save her by aborting the baby that she felt compelled to flee the household to save her unborn child. Who would have helped her? How about a homeless girl in Seattle and the youngest member of the wolf pack?

This story takes place during Breaking Dawn, and occurs after the honeymoon, as Edward and Bella return home early from Isle Esme after they learn she is pregnant.

Chapter 3 – Getting to Know Bree

I take another look at the young maid who is sitting beside me on the bed. When I look past the yellow uniform she wears, I see a very young-looking girl, with brown hair and warm, concerned eyes. Something about her makes me decide to confide in her. I won't tell her much, just my cover story, as this will be a good opportunity to test it.

"I'm pregnant and have decided to leave my husband," I begin.

"You look haggard; did he hurt you?" she asks.

"Not physically, but he is a cop, and his father is a doctor. So I have to be careful where I go, as cops look out for one another. And if it gets out that their buddy's pregnant wife has run off, they'll all be searching for me. Plus, I can't go to a regular doctor, as his father is a well-known surgeon in the area. He just gave a big party when the new wing of his hospital opened. Everyone was there, and many of the doctors who work at other hospitals saw me. I can't afford to be seen at this point. Someone will recognize me," I state. I am surprised how easily the lies roll off my tongue.

I pause. Bree is obviously struggling with herself about something.

Finally she speaks. "How are you set for money? Is this hotel costing a lot of your money?"

I wonder where she is going with this. "No, I have more cash, but I need to leave town. Tonight."

"I know what it means to leave your family," says Bree quietly. "I left mine and was living on the street in Seattle. A woman volunteering at a homeless shelter set me up with the owner of this hotel. I live in an unoccupied room and work here. I get a small wage as well. She has been very good to me, maybe she will help you?"

I don't want anyone else to know anything about me, and I know the Cullens have found Alice's car. I have to leave, but I'm so tired and achy. I reply, "Thank you, but I must leave. I'm going to Seattle from here."

"You're going tonight?" Bree gasps.

I guess I don't look so good. "Yes, I'm getting ready to leave. My car is outside."

"You can't possibly think of driving. I'm going with you, just to drive you to Seattle. That's over a two hour drive and includes a ferry crossing!"

I contemplate this and realize she's right; I'll never get there on my own. So I agree to let her come.

"I'm going to tell the hotel owner I'm helping you and will return soon," she calls over her shoulder as she leaves the room.

I pack the few things I had unpacked. It takes all my energy. When Bree returns, we go to my new Taurus. She gets in on the driver's side, sliding easily behind the wheel.

"Wait," I ask. "Do you have a driver's license?"

"Do you really want a truthful answer to that?" she says. When I nod slowly, she continues, "I have driven quite a few cars without it."

Something inside tells me she drove those cars without the owners' permission in addition to driving without a license. But I can't drive in this condition, so I get in on the passenger side and fall asleep almost as soon as we get on the road.

I wake several hours later as we board the ferry to Seattle.

Once in Seattle, I give Bree cash to check us into a hotel. Surely this is far enough away that we can afford the luxury of a bed and bath for another night or two. I also send her out for food for both of us. I take a deep breath and call the Cullens again. This time I call Jasper. I want to explain something to someone, and I miss them all so much. I know if I call Edward, I'll just start sobbing, and that won't help anything.

"Whitlock," he answers.

"Jasper?" I whisper.

"Bella," he exclaims softly and calmingly. I wonder if his empathy gift works over the phone. "Bella, everyone is worried. What got into you? Why would you leave us behind, darlin'?"

"I want this baby, Jasper. She's going to be beautiful and will look so much like Edward. You will all be so proud." I answer.

"You think she is a girl, darlin'? How are you feeling? You sound kind of peaked there, little one. You want Jasper to come pick you up?" he says soothingly.

"No, not yet. I just want to have enough time for the baby to be delivered safely, to grow strong enough that Carlisle can do a C-section and remove her. I'm going to call you when I'm ready. Can you wait that long?" I plead, already knowing the answer.

"Darlin', you know we're worried. There's no guarantee that the baby will show you the same consideration you plan to show her. That's not how it works with vampire infants. You really need us with you," he countered.

"Just a little more time. I miss you all so much. I just need time," I plead. My exhaustion and pain are overwhelming me, and I sink into the bed, my eyes getting heavy.

"I can't give you that without endangering you. Where did you slip off to, so quietly?" he says.

I start to answer "Seattle." when I realize that I'm about to give away my position. So instead I say, "Good-bye, Jasper."

"Not good-bye, lovely. We'll be with you soon. Sam's got his boys almost to Seattle. We know you left Port Angeles. Who is the pretty little brunette you're with?"

I hang up, not worried about being rude. They found out about Bree? How was that possible?

I hear Bree coming in with her packages, and I yell to her, "We have to leave, now!"

Bree counters with, "You're so tired you are hysterical," and pushes me down into the bed.

My exhaustion overwhelms me, and the world goes black. I sleep.

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