Rosalie's Baby
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Chapter 15: Birth
Rosalie's POV
Imagine for just a second, the worst kind of pain you have ever experienced. Now multiply that by ten. That should give you an inkling of a fraction of the pain that I was experiencing.
Carlisle looked down me, his cat eyes focused on the huge balloon that my stomach had become. For some reason it was doing cartwheels, flipping around my frozen organs.
"Ahhhh!" I screamed it felt as if someone was stabbing me with a knife, trying to rip me open.
"It's impossible for the birth to occur right now…." Carlisle's words were a tiny whisper.
"Get them OUT!" I screeched as my nails dug into the tile floor. I heard a crack. Two vampire strong babies within me were apparently eager to make their debut.
"Rosalie, I need you to breathe." Carlisle instructed me calmly as he carried me into one of the rooms. I didn't remember him picking me up, but within seconds he had placed me on a soft bed.
I screamed at the top of my lungs again and felt crisp and cool vampire teeth slicing into my belly. Darkness began to take over. The bright room slowly faded. My lashes were at half-mast but I was still able to see Carlisle's golden hair, his head was down as he looked at my stomach.
His lips were polished with crimson blood. I wanted to stand up and frantically look for the origin of the exquisite liquid. But I didn't. I couldn't.
I should have known I wouldn't be strong enough. Perhaps in my heart of hearts I had. All along I had lied to myself, believing I had the fortitude to deliver my precious offspring. I guess I had been wrong. A life full of pain, vanity, and selfishness flashed before my eyes.
*Flashbacks*
I am sitting in a chair, no more than five years old. My mother is brushing my short white-blonde ringlets in front of a huge mirror. My brilliant, blue eyes sparkle with pride as I gaze, enraptured with my own refection.
I ask my mother why it was so urgent for me to go to the bank. Her reply is quick, "You'll see when you get there. Now go get dressed." She had picked the most expensive, sapphire peasant dress I owned along with a matching hat.
I am talking to my father and notice a young, handsome man staring at me. Our eyes meet and the man smiles crookedly.
Vera looks completely happy. Her baby in her arms, her husband's arm around her waist. The flood of envy drowns me.
Painful memories make their way into my mind, almost too fast to understand. Flashes in my mind's eye. The feeling of confusion, degradation, and complete shock in a girl lying on the cold, frozen ground. Suddenly shock and confusion are replaced by unforgettable agony in a bright room.
Wasted years spent wandering, miserably, alongside Carlisle, Esme, and Edward as I speculate where my life took the wrong turn.
The moment the bear growled at me and my quick snapping of its throat.
Watching a beautiful, curly-haired man with dimples that showed even while he grimaced in pain.
Thinking my life was perfect when I found Emmett. The remorse of never being able to conceive a child.
The unsettling feelings Bella aroused in me when she entered our lives. James taking in the wrong scent. Bella's scent.
The ensuing cat and mouse game. My complaints to Esme. "She's not one of us. What's Edward thinking?"
Calling Edward and informing him of Bella's death, only to be told later that it was a mistake. Hating Bella even more for wanting to become one of us after she had everything that I craved.
The fight with the Newborns.
Bella's weak voice over the phone asking me for my help. Aro's curiosity about Renesmee.
Simple satisfying memories with Emmett. A shared glance followed by a sweet, possibly final kiss. Asking Emmett to talk to talk to Carlisle about finding a way to make my body suited to hold a child to Carlisle. The subsequent events.
Every vision, every memory, lead to this moment. This outcome.
*End of Flashbacks*
My body became still. I could see Carlisle wrapping his hands around a blanket. He placed it just a few centimeters away to my right. I couldn't believe it. My mind couldn't process what just had happened.
I was a mother. Finally. My whole purpose in life was complete. I wanted to reach out and cradle that precious bundle in my arms. Fatigue kept me immobile.
"Rose, we're not finished." Of course, the other child. I stared to my right as much as my eyes would allow. My child didn't cry. Its tiny hands reached up.
It didn't matter anymore that I wouldn't survive this. All that mattered were my two angels coming safely into this world. Mere seconds seemed like an eternity to me.
The second twin was covered in thick blood as Carlisle placed it softly next to its sibling.
Carlisle then came to me. His venom was spreading throughout my belly. My stomach was starting to come together. I wanted to stop him. I wanted to tell him to kill me. But how do you say that if your voice is lost?
My eyes shut.
"Rose?" His voice was so far away, but so pleading. His arms pressed wistfully against my defeated chest.
"It's over Carlisle. Thank you." I wanted to say those few words, but, like I said before, there was no strength left in me. Not a single drop. I couldn't see Carlisle but I could sense his actions.
He exhaled. "You're going to be fine." It sounded like he was trying to convince himself not me. I filled my mind with images of Emmett. First the ones when he was human, then as an immortal. I knew this was the end of me anyway. If I could go back in time when I was human, I wouldn't change a thing.
I would have still planned on marrying Royce. I would've still saved Emmett from the bear. And, most importantly, I would have gone through this pregnancy and birth without a second thought.
Not that I would ever have the chance to go back in time. But I guess that's what happens when you know your minutes are numbered. I was numb. There was not any sense of emotion or feeling in my body.
I imagined what my body looked from the outside. My pearl-white dress stained with blood, and my hands wrapped around them on top of my stomach. My face would've still been perfect. Ivory colored and with precise symmetry.
I wished I could've said goodbye to Emmett though. He would be fine without me. Maybe even find another mate.
No. Even I couldn't make myself believe that outrageous lie. Emmett would never replace me. I trusted him to protect our children with every ounce of strength he had.
Our children. Sigh.
Children I would never watch grow. Never play with. Never teach the folly of vanity. Never hold in my arms. This wasn't the time to think about that. Strangely enough the numbness in my body was replaced by a different feeling: peace and tranquility. I didn't understand. Why wasn't I dying yet?
The eyelids that seemed to belong to someone else snapped open. Carlisle was in the room, his back to me. One of my babies looked up. I gasped as I saw her bright, green irises
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