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On with the story, where Bella has reached her limit and explodes…

The forest looked somber beneath the clouded sky. The grey clouds made everything look plain and dull. A small wind brought a heavy but subtle scent. I inhaled and eyed the sky. It seemed loaded, like something was approaching.

"There is rain coming," Edward explained when he saw what I was doing.

I frowned and got a bit excited, "We can smell the rain?"

"Yes we can, it's amazing isn't it?" he chuckled at the amazement in my voice. I nodded, eying the rolling clouds intently.

My excitement was interrupted when I heard movement. Immediately I looked behind me. We were just passed the tree line and through the trees I saw some Cullens had left the porch making their way towards us. I turned my head towards Edward. I didn't understand, why were they coming?

"They mean no harm. We think some things just need to be hatched out. It's nothing bad, I promise."

Warning bells went off in my head. I stopped and planted myself firmly. I refused to take another step. What did he mean? And why did he use 'we'? Are they teaming up against me? How- I couldn't even finish my thoughts as anger flared up. How dare they? How dare he, my husband?! Under the current of anger a twinge of betrayal and insecurity made itself known. What did they want? What did Edward want?

I felt like he put a knife in my back and twisted it. I wished I could run back to the mansion and grab my daughter. What was Edward's real reason for dragging me away from her? While I was consumed with doubts the others had caught up. Immediately I growled as I saw who joined us. I looked in the faces of Carlisle and Jasper. The two I disliked the most. I narrowed my eyes and clenched my teeth.

"Bella, Bella, I'll explain everything but not here. Let's move a little further. Renesmee can still hear us," Edward tried to rationalize.

It only worked because he mentioned our daughter. I shot him a glare before taking off. I heard the others following but giving me some space. Edward ran next to me in silence. The beauty of the forest didn't register at all. Almost all of my attention was focused on what had happened this morning and what would happen next. A small part of my attention monitored the others' movements. Everything replayed over and over again in my head, causing the frustration and anger to boil.

By the time we reached a small clearing, the doubts and insecurity had made room for aggravation and anger: all directed at the Cullens and Jacob. When I was in the middle of the open field I halted and twirled around. The three others stopped as well. Edward stood very close to me while the other two stood a few steps away.

The way they watched me made my hackles rise and my muscles tense. It looked like they were taking me in, like they were judging me. I felt myself tense up further. Why did they lead me here? I felt cornered and I didn't trust them. It went against everything my mind considered safe. I shuffled my feet, beginning to feel uneasy. I observed my surroundings. I had to have a back-up plan. I could easily run towards the trees and run away. I was faster than them. However, I would have to run the other way, away from the mansion, away from my daughter. A small snarl passed my lips at that thought. They had effectively blocked the way to my daughter. I gritted my teeth and my nostrils flared in anger.

I couldn't run away and leave her behind; no way. Could I evade them and run around them back to the house? No, and even if I could, there were still some Cullens at the house. Not to forget Jacob and his 'pack'. There was no chance I could get Renesmee without facing them. I felt even more cornered. My instincts were urging me to do something, but my mind didn't see a way out.

Edward! My eyes snapped to him. How could he do this? What was the meaning of all this? When I looked at him the two most dominant emotions coursing through my head were betrayal and anger and a small twinge of hurt.

"We aren't here to judge you, love." He took a step closer. I took a step back. He raised his hands in surrender and a flash of pain masked his face.

I wanted to trust him, I really did. I knew he was my husband and I knew he wouldn't betray me. But nothing made sense right now. It was confusing and that irked me.

"Bella, we took you here because your emotions are all over the place, which is perfectly understandable. However you have to realize that we are not the bad guys. We are your family and we love you. You can't lash out every time something displeases you-" Jasper said.

I cut him off with a hiss. It sounded like he was lecturing me. My anger rose. I felt the foreign feeling trying to wash over me. I hissed again. Was he trying to manipulate me again? I met his intense stare with a glare. He won't control me! My emotional tumult must have been getting to him because his eyes darkened to the verge of being black. He looked frightening.

"What Jasper is trying to say, maybe with the wrong words is-," Carlisle tried to defend him. I didn't want to hear it. Carlisle was just the same.

Edward stepped in my line of sight, blocking the other two from my view mostly. He put his hands on both sides of my face, seeking eye contact. It took a few milliseconds before I could calm myself enough to acknowledge his attempt. I peered into his eyes.

"I love you, Bella. I just thought that it may help you if you could hear for yourself that they are not disappointed in you. I married you, Bella, and it was the best day of my life. Every day since I met you and now with our daughter… I want to be happy with you. I just think that some things need to be cleared up," he whispered softly.

Somewhere in the haze of anger, frustration and other emotional tumult, his words warmed my heart.

"Just hear them out, okay?"

I inhaled and exhaled "I can't promise anything, Edward. I'm willing to try but…"

Couldn't he see what I meant? Didn't he understand how Jasper's demeanor and expression looked to me? Was he that oblivious to all that? Or did he think Jasper was right? Jasper didn't hide his apprehension and trepidation towards me. He has to have noticed it and heard it in his thought. Him urging me to listen to Jasper, was that a sign that he agreed? Unexplainable anger surged through me.

"NO!" I shouted.

My memories of all the looks Jasper gave me since waking up played in my head. His demeanor when I woke up, when I came back from hunting, when I had bitten Edward. He looked hateful and judgmental. All those memories coupled with his scarred face and arms, made my instinctual mindset come to the surface. I crouched down, watching all three of them. I couldn't let them overpower me. And Renesmee, she was my daughter, they won't keep me away from her. While I stood here, that mutt was with her, playing with her, holding her,… That last thought was enough to let my instinct take over.

Jasper shifted a little, eyes almost completely black. His eyes concentrated on me. I hissed when the foreign feelings tried to overtake my body. He won't subdue me with his gift. I refused. When he noticed it didn't work, he became more frightening. He didn't make a move but his demeanor changed again. He looked disciplined and prepared.

"It seems she is too far gone to rationalize it. Perhaps a more hands on approach will help her better to settle," he informed the others. I growled lowly.

I eyed them all; Carlisle didn't look too pleased but seemed to make amends with it. Edward looked conflicted.

"Please don't hurt her, Jasper. You may be my brother but…," Edward warned. What? He approved?!

"I won't hurt her, she's my sister. I think she needs this. Her mind as a newborn needs this."

That was the final straw. As I looked into Jasper's condescending eyes, I snapped. I didn't think. In my mind, the lines between Jasper and an aggressive opponent began to blur. I was so angry with him and the other Cullens. The rage I felt bubbling up however wasn't rational. My instinctual mindset urged me to answer their derogatory behavior. A red haze clouded my mind making it difficult to still 'recognize' them as my family. Since I was eying Jasper, he was the first one in the line of fire.

I just lunged at him. He seemed to anticipate my attack as he stepped to the side at the last moment. I missed him and skidded to a stop. Swirling around I crouched and curled my lips, growling at him. He didn't move a muscle. I got frustrated at his obviously lack of interest. He stood there, not making a move, just watching me.

I heard a lot of movement around me. People were approaching. Not much later, two more individuals broke through the tree line. I felt the air around me vibrate as someone rushed over to me. The suddenness of their approach, made me angrier. Were they working together? Were they here as a trap? I jumped back. I wouldn't let them sneak up on me from the side or behind. I angled myself so I faced everyone in my surroundings. I listened very intently but didn't hear anyone else in the forest. I turned my back towards the trees and observed the scene before me.

It took every ounce of willpower to still recognize them. Jasper was still standing there, impassive and stoic. Yet his eyes were darker and his muscles were strained. Alice stood next to him, trying to talk to him. Emmett made a move to come closer. He looked tense and ready to fight. I growled lowly to warn him. Edward put an arm out, stopping Emmett from coming closer. I kept growling softly, my muscles tensed, fingers curled. Emmett eyed Edward questionably. He only shook his head and looked at Jasper, no doubt reading Jasper's thoughts.

"You can't interfere Emmett. Let her work it out. She won't be able to settle with the pent up frustration. Maybe a good fight will calm her down," Edward answered his unasked question.

Alice was trying to talk Jasper out of his plan, with not much success. Jasper looked at her, cupped her cheek and pecked her lips.

"Trust me, she needs this. She has to learn her place. She's a newborn and her emotions need an outlet. Let her work through it," he whispered soothingly. She eyed him with uncertainty.

"She'll hurt you," she whispered. Edward and Emmett eyes narrowed. I hissed at Jasper's declaration of me needing to learn my place.

"I'll be fine. Stay out of this. She needs to get her piece, otherwise she will remain this tense," he reassured her.

I snorted, he was delusional. If he wanted a fight, he could get one. I took everything in. I ran at Jasper again. This time he shoved me back. He didn't use much strength, but it was enough to make me fall backwards. I planted my feet and skidded to a stop. Through strands of hair I saw him dust himself off. Alice flitted to his side. Edward was fidgeting, he wanted to interfere and call this quits. Carlisle and Emmett didn't look too enthusiastic, yet they didn't make a move.

I righted myself and faced them. Jasper was too hard to tackle. He was a well-seasoned fighter, all the scars and bite-marks confirmed that. Besides, Alice was at his side. If I went after him again, she might interfere. I estimated I could take her, but not combined with Jasper. Carlisle's movement made me focus on him.

When I looked at him, I recalled his disapproving words after I came home from hunting and his part in Jacob still being around. He was the leader of this family; his lack of interference made it okay for Jacob to be around. He said he would choose my side, yet I haven't seen him actually doing that. With each passing thought, my anger directed at him, grew. I stalked closer, still keeping an eye on the others. They wouldn't take me by surprise.

His reactions and expectations of me drove me over the edge. I felt, experienced, smelled, learned,… so many things at once. How dare he expect me to be the perfect little vampire? It was all so much, yet he took every chance to make his dismay noticed.

With those last thoughts I got right in his face and snapped my teeth. I was so angry. He didn't move a muscle but he looked unhappy. Not in an angry way but in an avoidance kind of way.

"I don't want to fight you, Bella. I won't cause you harm."

I peered into his eyes, trying to understand why he refused to do anything. I hissed at him. Before I could do anything else, I felt and heard someone come closer. The next thing I knew, two strong hands grabbed me.

"That's enough, Bella."

"Emmett," I hissed.

I wiggled so that I could see his face. What I saw shocked me. Emmett actually looked like a vampire. His eyes were dark, his muscles tensed, his posture stern. It made me gulp. His looked very dangerous.

"If Carlisle doesn't want to fight you, you don't force him," he stated.

His statement and his appearance made me crazy and I struggled harder to get out of his hold. My breathing picked up and I felt myself getting worked up. Somehow I got out of his hold and took some steps away from him. I lowered myself, ready to lunge at him.

He got into a fighting position, crouched and fingers curled. His nostrils flared and I could see his biceps were tensed. I eyed him. He was bigger than me, stronger than me, more experienced than me; everything told me that I couldn't possible win this. Not did I only have to fight him, if I won, the others would be there. However I was so worked up, my muscles so strained that my rational mindset couldn't pull through. My frustration, anger and all other emotions were too strong.

It felt like I couldn't control myself anymore. My body and mind needed an outlet. Emmett was the one who pushed me over the edge. Everything in my eyesight was perfectly clear, yet I had only one goal: showing them that I was my own person. They couldn't dictate me, they couldn't control me, they couldn't forbid me from interacting with my daughter and they couldn't decide who was allowed with her. I was her mother, I decided; me and Edward.

At that thought I looked at him. He looked very uneasy. He didn't want this. Neither did I, but it was too late. There were too many things that aggravated me.

With that I leaped and collided with Emmett. But this time I started to lose the knowledge of who he was. As we pummeled on the ground, my mind started to see him as a very strong opponent instead of a Cullen; a brother.

I landed on top of him. Immediately I was thrown of him and he sprang to his feet. I mimicked his action and we started to circle each other. The distance between us was always the same. The nearness of his companions drove me into action. I changed directions and ran to him. He braced himself, planting his feet firmly on the ground. By the time I reached him, he flipped me over, which made me hit the ground a few meters away from him. I sprang to my feet immediately and propelled myself. He spread his arms slightly, holding his place. As I reached him, ready to go for his torso, he flipped me over again. This time I landed on my back next to him.

He looked down at me with dark eyes and thinned lips. His expression was serious, he seemed determined. In a flash I was on my feet and away from him. I wasn't going to lay there and let him have me! His companions were very close. I felt threatened and growled to warn them.

A male stepped closer. My attention was drawn by his slow approach. The blond-haired male opened his mouth. Immediately I crouched down and hissed. One step closer and…

"Bella, please. There is no need for this."

His words didn't make any sense to me. I heard him but didn't 'hear' what he said. While he was speaking he had taken a step closer. My nostrils flared and I went to him, growling lowly. The male stepped back, raising his hands. I stepped closer with every step he took back.

It frustrated me that he evaded me, yet kept mocking me.

"I'm not fighting you, Bella," he stated.

I sped up and when I reached him, he stepped to the side. I snarled and went at him again. Again he simply evaded my attack. It aggravated me. It didn't make sense; he didn't react like he should. As I looked into the male's face I saw his eyes weren't black. I hissed and pushed myself forwards, pushing my feet from the ground to get more speed. As I nearly reached him, I was abruptly intercepted and forcefully flung to the side.

I was momentarily shocked and caught off guard. I regained my senses and control over my body quickly though. I twisted my body and landed on my toes and fingers. I skidded and felt my fingers dig through the ground. I came to a stop just when the sole of my feet touched the tree trunk.

Through the swirling dust I saw a figure coming closer from the direction I was flung in. I curled my fingers into fists as I stood up. The muscled male stopped a meter before me, rolling his shoulders.

"Enough, Bella. You don't attack Carlisle," the male said with a tension filled voice. I growled and ran up to him. I stretched my arms out and with all my strength pushed him backwards. He flew backwards. He collided with a tree before he could control his body. The tree cracked and shook. Leaves and other debris fell down. The male turned around, clearly pissed off.

He stalked closer and then stopped.

"That it, I've had it! Come on, Bella, I'm waiting."

"Emmett, don't-,' a male's voice warned him.

"I don't care. I'm done. Show me what you got, Bella!" he silenced the other male and provoked me.

"If you even-" I didn't listen to what the male's voice was saying. Nothing really registered from what was spoken.

I jumped up and all but ran at the muscled male. I saw red, completely red. The moment I was close enough, he grabbed me and lifted me up while using my speed. He 'redirected' my path and threw me towards the trees.

With a very loud CRACK, I crashed into a tree a few meter above the ground. The tree trunk tore and broke. I fell down with branches and leaves and parts of the trunk.

After the collision with the tree someone rushed over to me. I looked up and saw it was a bronzed-haired male. The enormity of the crash into the tree and the landing on the ground, caused my mind to settle somewhat as did my emotions. I started to feel like my own again, meaning I could acknowledge and recognize the vampires around me. I crawled on my hands and knees till I was standing up again, with Edward's arms embracing me. I was panting from the fight.

Although I couldn't get psychically tired, I felt exhausted. As I searched for him, I saw Emmett panting as well. He stood up and dusted himself off. His eyes were solely focused on me. His clothes were wrinkled and soiled with dirt from the forest. He looked really roughed up. As my eyes swept around I saw the other three standing around us in different spots. Some were roughed up from my 'disagreements'.

Jasper's eyes, that were completely black before, started to change to dark gold. His eyes still held that same sternness and judgmental look. Looking into his eyes I felt my feeling of exhaustion melt away, to be replaced by anger and frustration. He narrowed his eyes at me. I hissed at him. He was provoking me. He righted himself to his full height

I met his eyes with one of my own. The anger and frustration triggered my beast to come out. Looking into the scarred face and the dark gold eyes, combined with what just happened here in the clearing, was too much for my just barely returned rational mindset to comprehend.

"This is enough-," Edward proclaimed in Jasper's direction, but the damage was done as my instinct took over and I stepped out of his embrace. He was too surprised to stop me. The moment I was free, my eyes focused on one person. I raced towards the honey-blond one. I didn't get far as I felt a strong hand grab my arm.

I turned around, surprising the male that held my arm. His moment of astonishment was enough to break free. With all my strength and speed I threw myself at the scarred honey blond male. He might be experienced but my speed caught him off guard as I was able to latch myself onto his torso. I wrapped my legs around his waist and lowered my mouth towards his throat. My bared teeth nearly sunk into his flesh when I felt an excruciating pain in my neck.

Teeth were breaking through the skin in my neck. I howled and released my hold. Around me pure chaos erupted, but it faded away as my whole being was focused on the teeth that sank into my neck. I struggled against the hold the male had on me, which caused me more pain.

"Enough!" a voice whispered deadly calm close to my jaw. I ceased all my movements, paralyzed by fear.

The male retracted his teeth from my neck, causing another whimper from me. The next moment I felt his hand wrap around my throat. He used his body and strength to slam me on the ground, never releasing his hold on my throat. I was trapped as he moved on top of me. His pitch black eyes bore into mine. He tightened his grip. Feelings of fear and anxiety battled with feelings of hatred and anger. My mind was struggling with which option to choose: fight or flight. My body hurt and the bite in my neck burned. I felt liquid running from the wound down into my hair.

A heavy weight was pressing on my stomach and I realized he was pinning me down with his knee. He snarled right in my face. A noise escaped my lips, a mix between a whimper and a growl.

The next moment the weight was lifted from me and the hold on my throat was gone. Without a thought I jumped up, leaped away a few feet and crouched. Frantically I scanned my surroundings. Every noise invaded my ears at once. It was so loud, too loud, I whimpered but stopped abruptly; the threat wasn't gone. I saw everything play out in front of me.

The honey blond one was held by the throat by a bronzed-haired male. Both their eyes were pitch black. Two other males tried to separate them, while a female looked indecisive between me and the three males. I growled at her, baring my teeth. Immediately the honey blond male reinforced his struggle to get free. The bronzed-haired one snarled and bared his teeth.

"JASPER! ENOUGH!" he shouted. He was shaking with rage.

The female gave me one more look and then decided to give her attention to the males. She approached carefully. The two males who tried to separate the others eyed her before tentavily taking a step back. Their attention divided between their group and me.

I stayed still, unmoving observing them. Liquid was still running from my neck. The bite burned but I refused to tend to it. I wouldn't show them my pain. The bronzed-haired one shot me a look, his raged filled black eyes momentarily softened and a pained expression crossed his face. His head snapped back to the male in front of him, every trace of compassion swiped away.

"How dare you?! How dare you lay a hand on my mate?!" He was so angry, he was literally shaking with rage. Then like a switch had been flipped, he stilled. His posture tensed but stoic. He seemed eerie calm. A shiver went through my body.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't rip your throat out!" he spat.

This seemed to drive the female into action as she leaped and placed herself between them. The bronzed-haired male still had his hand wrapped around the other's male throat but she somehow squeezed her petite body in the space between their bodies.

"Edward, Edward don't," she exclaimed, "he didn't realized what he was doing, please, please, don't," she pleaded. She sounded panicked.

While they argued, my instincts to fight or flight raged. There were five of them. With my injuries I couldn't take them on. That left only one option: flight. The moment I realized that, the female's head turned to me, a distressed look on her face.

"Bella, stay, please don't run away. You are safe."

The others, alerted by her words, seemed to realize I was still there. The two 'free' males made a move to come towards me, while the bronzed-haired one gave me a pained expression. My hackles raised, snarling at the two approaching males. I held my ground and didn't move a muscle, but my head was screaming at me to run the other way. The only thing keeping me in place was the look on the bronzed-haired male. For some reason he mattered to me.

Then his head snapped towards his opponent. He curled his lips and hissed.

"She is not some random newborn! You are NOT with Maria, you are NOT in the South! Snap out of it, Jasper. You are in Forks, you just attacked my mate!" he snarled.

Everybody around them froze. The two previous approaching males snapped their heads towards them.

"Jasper?" the big toned male whispered disbelievingly. The other male looked shocked. I was missing something but I didn't care, I couldn't stay here. I made a move to turn around, when a voice stopped me.

"Bella, don't run. Think of Renesmee, think of our daughter."

Everything shifted. My daughter! I whimpered. I didn't know what to do. How could I run away when I left her behind? I couldn't. But… I couldn't stay. One look at the honey blond male was enough to get my flight-instinct into gear.

"Edward, please release him. He won't do anything," the female pleaded.

"Like he wouldn't do anything in the first place, right? He bit her, Alice, he nearly tore her throat out. I saw his mind, Alice. He didn't even recognize her, he had every intention of dismembering her; like she was some random newborn in his army," he hissed.

Again everything froze. I reeled at the exclamation; that male wanted to kill me, actually kill me. And if the others didn't step in, he would have. It would end, my existence would be over. I wouldn't get to see my daughter anymore. He would have ended me. That realization made me feel numb.

I watched the scene playing out in front of me. What just happened? Everyone was watching the male that was being restrained. It wasn't safe here. My self-preservation kicked in. I couldn't win this fight. Even if the bronzed-haired male was on my side, together we wouldn't get to my daughter. But I couldn't just leave her behind. The male seemed to be accepted; maybe he could take care for her? NO! I wouldn't leave her.

A frustrated hiss escaped my lips. I was cornered and I didn't see a way out of this situation. Fighting would get me killed, but running away meant to leave my child behind. I ceased all my movement, going absolutely still. I had to come up with something.

While I was considering this, the vampires in front of me had a very heated discussion. I heard a lot of hissing and low growling. Words were spoken but they didn't register. The bronzed-haired male still had his hand wrapped around the other male's throat. The female was pleading to get the male to release his hold.

Finally the big muscled male stepped in and put a hand on the bronzed-haired one. The last one slowly released his hold. At the last moment he hissed in warning. When his hand was gone, the female immediately looked after her mate. It was then they seemed to be aware that I was still here.

In a flash the bronzed-haired male stood in front of me. I hissed. I was riled up and frustrated with my indecisiveness. His sudden approach didn't help. His eyes were pained as he stood still and looked me over. His stare made me tense up, especially when his eyes lingered on my neck.

A brief glimpse of rage appeared on his face, before morphing back to concern and compassion.

"Bella, love?" he asked softly.

The tone in his voice and the look in his eyes made me realize who he was.

"Edward?" I whimpered. My rational mind took the upper hand and pushed my instinct down. My beast lay dormant again as I registered my family instead of my opponents.

The moment I recognized him, I was in his arms whimpering.

He tightened his hold in a comforting hug before pushing me back a little. He moved his hand slowly towards my neck. I tensed up. The wound hurt and burned.

He very carefully traced the still leaking bite mark.

"You're hurt. We have to take care of this first." On his last words his tone got angrier and I knew it was directed at the one who caused it.

I met his eyes before looking over his shoulder to the others. They had different expressions on their faces but none looked happy.

"This is going to hurt, love, but we have to clean it and seal it with venom, okay?" Edward whispered soothingly. His tone got tenser as he ordered Emmett to go hunt something small. Emmett didn't utter a word as he ran in the forest looking for a rabbit or something.

"The blood will help to seal it faster. This is going to hurt," he warned before he brought his mouth to the wound and started licking the venom away. I hissed. The burning got worse and I was tempted to push him away.

The others behind him shifted uncomfortably. I eyed them. Alice was whispering to Jasper. He looked defeated and Alice' eyes looked pained. Yet I couldn't find it in myself to care or feel sympathy for them.

Edward pulled back right as Emmett came back, holding a rabbit.

"I know it isn't much, but…" he said while coming closer.

Edward turned his back to me and hissed at him. Emmett stopped in his tracks. Edward rushed to him, grabbed the frightened rabbit and stood in front of me in a flash.

"Here, drink. It will help."

I crinkled my nose at the not so inviting smell of the animal but took it anyway. Its erratically beating heart triggered my hunting urge. I tore into its neck and gulped down the warm blood. It didn't taste so good but if it helped with the healing… Once it was completely drained I dropped it. I looked up to meet Edward's eyes.

He came really close and inspected my wound. I didn't feel the venom leaking, which meant the wound must be sealed. The burning was still there though.

"It will be unpleasant for a few hours, and then it will be a scar." Again his tone got tenser near the end of his statement. He placed a soft kiss on the burning spot and wrapped me in his arms. Together we faced the other Cullens in the clearing.

The silence was deafening and the atmosphere was cold. It was then that I saw the condition of the clearing. The whole place was uprooted, plants and flowers were destroyed, huge skid marks, cracked trees, branches and leaves everywhere. It looked like an earthquake had happened. No way could this be explained.

Emmett seemed to have come to the same conclusion "Maybe we should ask Sam again to help?"

"NO! No wolves!" I snarled. On top of everything here, I couldn't handle the wolves too.

"We will deal with this later. We have other things to discuss," Edward spat. He seemed to get angrier as time went on.

"We understand, however we have to take precautions Edward. You know that we can't risk it. Hikers could stumble upon this field. We better deal with it now," Carlisle reasoned.

Edward looked sharply at his father, listening to his thoughts.

"Fine, call them, but they are not coming over. I don't want them near Bella or our daughter."

Carlisle nodded to show his agreement and grabbed his cell phone.

"No reception, I'll call them once we're home," he said while tucking his cell phone back in his pocket.

The onslaught of everything came crashing down on me.

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