I would've updated sooner, but the stupid website kept not letting me log on! Ugh.

I decided that we needed Edward's point of view on what happened, why he isn't all sad like Bella is. Hopefully this chapter does him justice ;P

It starts out with when he left to go to the cafeteria at the hospital, to ease any confusion :D

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"What can I get ya?"

I glanced down at the window that showed all of the choices. But, the truth was I wasn't really hungry—and not because I had just eaten a romantic dinner with the love of my life either. Who really can eat when their seven-year-old son and three-year-old daughter were just about killed in a car accident, featuring a beat-up old Chevy truck and a 40000-pound semi-truck colliding at 80 MPH? Nobody I knew. It was nearly impossible to survive that, and yet my family had. What were the odds?

"Um, a water," I pointed to the bottle on the left side. He nodded and pulled it out. I paid the outrageous price and found a seat on the other side of the cafeteria.

I didn't drink it; just opened it and twisted the lid between my fingers, all the while wondering why Bella and the kids couldn't have been born in my time, the time when there were no semi-trucks so squash innocent children.

Sure, no semi-trucks, but what about people like James? You're acting like you'd rather they be murdered in cold blood than crash into a truck and live. Like you'd rather look into their eyes for the next century or so and realize that you hadn't protected them like you had promised Bella that you would.

You had promised Bella a lot of things.

Bella.

I sighed at the thought of my angelic wife, and looked up from the bottle cap. I looked over to the doorway, and saw her scanning the cafeteria's inhabitances, looking for myself. She looked so depressed… and she had reason to. We both did. I just felt that it was my job to remain strong for her.

I called her name, and when I got her attention, curled my finger towards myself twice, motioning her over to me. She smiled weakly and trudged over, taking a seat in the chair across from me.

"Hey," she whispered.

"Hey," I replied.

She sighed and held her out on top of the table towards me, which I took. I played with her hands, grateful to have something other than the water bottle. I took one of her hands and laid it flat on the table, stroking it gently. Finally I glanced up at her to find that she was looking at me funny, like she was going to say something but was trying with all her might to say it with her eyes first.

"They're kicking us out, aren't they?" She nodded. I sighed and stood up. "All right. We'll visit tomorrow." I stood in front of her and held my hand out for her to take. She did and I helped her to her feet before crushing her against my chest and stroking her soft, mahogany hair as she rested her head on my chest. She held onto me for dear life, and I did the same to her, before pulling away and leading her out to the car.

I opened her door for her and she got in without a word, putting her seatbelt on robotically. I pretended that the lack of conversation didn't hurt as I got in as well and started up the car, grateful when the warm air as circulating through.

The drive home was even quieter than the drive over, and once again I pretended that not being able to hear her speak didn't hurt. I'd glance over at her occasionally to find her staring out of her window blankly in the faint trace of her reflection in the glass. It was painful not to hear Junior and Carlie playing in the backseat. Now, everything was quiet, and I'd be stupid not to say that I didn't miss it.

I turned the radio on to her favorite station in the hoped of cheering her up, but when her favorite song came on I heard her stifle a sob and turn it off. "Big Yellow taxi" by Counting Crows. I understood why she turned it off, though. We already knew that you didn't know what you had until it was gone. We knew it a little too well.

I pulled into the driveway and took out the keys. Neither of us made any move to get out. I sighed, and rested my bead on the seat.

"You're going to get sick if we stay out here, you know," I pointed out.

"You will, too." She still didn't look at me, but continued to stare sorrowfully out her window at nothing.

"True," I agreed, leaning over the seat and reaching for her. "But I'd rather get sick than let you."

"Why, because of the baby?" she asked icily. That stung; she was treating the situation of the baby like it was a mistake. But it wasn't.

"Partly." I finally got to her and grabbed her by the waist, dragging her over the seat and into my lap. She struggled against me for a moment, so I grabbed her wrists and pinned them down at her sides. She stopped instantly.

"There's nothing wrong with you being pregnant," I said into her ear, before kissing it. She shivered slightly.

"If the pregnancy had happened at any other time but now, Edward, I would've agreed with you. But it happened now! All that's happening now, all this stress, it's going to kill the baby. When the baby dies—"

"If," I corrected, stopping her. "If the baby dies. Which it won't."

"No, Edward, I said what I mean. When the baby dies, only I'll be to blame." She sniffed, and I'd officially had enough.

I tilted her head up to look at me with one finger. "No, Bella, just—no, alright? Listen to me, the kids will get out of the hospital, Jake will wake up from his coma, you'll have the baby with no problems at all, and then we'll all live happily ever after, riding off into the sunset." After a pause, I added, "And I'll even buy a white horse and take lessons on how to ride it, if it helps." I flashed her favorite crooked smile down at her.

She laughed, but it was strained. "No, Edward, I think I'd much rather drive away in our silver Volvo," she joked as lightly as she could. She reached back and touched the tip of my nose with her index finger. I grabbed it before she could take it away and kissed it.

Then I put it to my chin and pretended to contemplate. "Hmmm…" I mused, which made her giggle and yank her hand away. I was glad I was making her happy, given the circumstances. "Well, it would save us money and all, but…" I smiled down at her, and she craned her neck, trying to kiss me. I met her halfway, and finished what I was saying against her lips. "But I think you'd like the white horse best." I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer, and let us sit there.

"Won't I get sick?" she asked, bringing up our previous conversation again.

"Not while I have you in my arms," I mumbled. But Mother Nature had other ideas as lightning crashed in the distance while thunder rolled about. A storm was coming. And I wouldn't get my Bella in the middle of it. I slid her off my lap and got out of the car, but turning around to gather her back in my arms again, bridal style. She wrapped her arms around my neck tightly as I shut the door with my foot and ran up the steps to the house.

As soon as I was underneath the awning I placed her back on her feet and opened the door for her. "Ladies first, Mademoiselle."

She smiled timidly and stepped through the door. I followed after, and locked it behind us.

The was already up the steps by the time I had the door locked, so I trudged up the stairs alone, slipping through the door and closing it behind me. She took off her jeans and put on a pair of pajama bottoms, not even bothering with anything matching, and climbed into bed. I did the same. I turned off the lights and copied her, slipping in next to her. She was shaking, so I threw my arms around her and pulled her close, hoping to warm her up.

She instantly calmed, but not enough for me to willingly let go.

"Edward," she whispered.

"Yes?"

She didn't answer after that. I pretended to forget it, and worked on trying to sleep.

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Not the longest chapter, but I felt that Edward needed his chance to shine, and what's about to happen deserved its own chapter! (Hint, hint!)

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