It was actually really hard to see Bella again. I had been getting over her and expecting to never see her again. She was just going to be a memory and a distant concept living somewhere far away. But now she was here again and doing terribly.

One day, several days after finding out she was pregnant, I was sitting in the living room with a bunch of the others. Bella now looked like she had swallowed a pumpkin instead of a watermelon now.

"Bella, really?" Rosalie asked. "Edward Jacob? I think there are better names for little boys."

I nodded. No one should be stuck with the name Edward.

Jacob shrugged. "I think it's okay. But maybe Jacob Edward. Or just Jacob. He'll need his cool uncle to be a role model."

"Uncle?" Rosalie scoffed. "How'd you figure that mutt?"

Jacob rolled his eyes. "Well blondie, it works like this. Liana's an aunt. And she's my imprint. When we get married then I'll be an uncle. Easy."

I snorted. "What if it's a girl?"

Bella smiled. "Then I want to mix our moms names Renee and Esme to make Renesmee."

I froze at the mention of moms name. I tried to shake it off by laughing. "That's pretty big for a tiny girl."

Rosalie mused. "Edwards mother was Elizabeth. You could name her some form of that."

I nodded and Bella looked thoughtful. "I don't know."

"What about grandma? You could use her name." I suggested.

"Nah, I don't think so." Bella winced and reached for her cup of blood.

I grimaced and Jacob and I looked away. We no longer left the room, simply because we would be walking back and forth to often. And Bella was very close to giving birth now. Carlisle figured it would only be two more days. He and Esme had gone on a hunting trip, blech, and were supposed to be back before Bella had the baby.

Edward and Rosalie refused to leave Bella, even to hunt and we watched with apprehension as their eyes grew steadily darker.

Stress levels were high and the pack was tense. They were patrolling close, and were not as friendly as before. Only Edward knew the plan that Sam had thought of.

Time was ticking and even though I had been given this extra time with Bella, I hadn't used it. But it was time I did. I asked Rosalie if she could get everyone to be in a different room.

When Bella and I were alone I sighed. Since the wedding and finding out about the impending baby, I didn't really know what to say to Bella.

But I had to try.

"Are you ready for this, Bella? For having a baby and all?" I asked. I was genuinely curious what her deeper thoughts were. She had only talked positively about the situation and yet she must be a little scared.

Bella shrugged weakly. "I'll have a lot of help. And I grew up fast, so I should be able to take care of a baby."

I frowned. "Yeah. I'm not sure that growing up quickly is experience for a super fast growing baby."

Bella leaned against the couch a bit more. "I don't think anything can. But I'm going to take this head on. Mom was scatterbrained and I figured out how to care for two people pretty quick."

At the mention of Mom, I grimaced.

Bella continued. "If you had stayed I would have had even more practice. But we didn't know then, obviously."

I scowled. "That's all fine. But everyone is different. You may have been happy to grow up and take over, but I was a child. I needed a parent. You and she didn't cut it. I needed Dad."

Bella looked a little affronted at my tone and I backtracked. "I mean, no, actually, I meant what I said. I needed someone older and focused. That was Dad. And I have never regretted moving in with him."

Bella sipped at her gross cup. "I'm going to be a Mom. And I'm going to do my best."

I stood up. "Bella, I do think you will. But one word of advice. Don't ever let him or her feel unloved. That's the worst thing a child can feel from a parent."

With that I left.

The next day everyone got even more stressed. Bella, even after drinking cups of blood was fading. She looked paper thin and more ghostlike than I had ever seen her.

Everyone was thinking the same thing, but wasn't saying it.

Bella was dying.

And fast.

Maybe too fast.

Carlisle and Edward had made a plan to deliver the baby and then change Bella. But now we were concerned that she wouldn't make it to the delivery that was supposed to happen tomorrow.

Carlisle and Esme weren't back yet so Alice and Jasper went to find them. We had about twenty four hours before the baby was supposed to be born.

In that time we all tried to make Bella as comfortable as possible and keep her fed and distracted.

Comfortable wasn't a problem as she pretty much lay on Seth the whole time to stay warm.

Fed, well, she currently didn't like food and would only drink blood.

And the distraction mostly worked. We sat in the living room with her and Jacob and Rosalie nagged and bickered with each other non stop. I didn't bother picking a side as I knew that either would be offended.

It was pretty funny though as Jacob kept making blonde jokes and then Rosalie would react to them. Then she would call him some derogatory version of a dog, and insult his smell, looks, manners, and personality.

If I didn't know better I'd say they actually enjoyed it.

Emmett found the situation hilarious which made Rosalie glare at him, which made it funnier for Jacob.

Unfortunately, the jovial atmosphere that their bickering brought didn't completely distract us from the harsh reality we were facing.

The baby was kicking so hard that Bella was bruised on her stomach. The welts stood out a dark purple on her white skin. I only knew about that as her shirt had ridden up as she slept on the couch yesterday.

Jacob caught me in the kitchen just after lunch that afternoon. He grabbed my elbow and lead me farther away from the room that held Edward, Bella, Rose, and Seth.

"What?" I whispered.

"Shh, El, just wait." Jacob whispered back.

I stopped. "Did you call me El? When did that show up?"

Jacob's face darkened. "Sorry, it just slipped out."

I let it go. There were more important things to talk about than a new nickname. "What did you want?"

Jacob put his lips to my ear. "I don't know what to do about the plan. Also, I think Bella is dying. Like actually dying."

I let out a heavy breath. We had all been avoiding this. I choked back tears as I quietly whispered back in his ear. "I don't know what I would prefer. If she actually died, or was changed, because that is a different type of dying."

Jacob nodded. "I don't know what to do. And what about your Dad? What are we going to tell him?"

All the heavy stuff at once. "I don't know. It depends what happens tomorrow."

After staring at each other somberly for a few minutes, we headed back to the living room.

But the baby wasn't going to wait for tomorrow. It wanted to come this evening.

In fact, the baby was so impatient that it kicked Bella's spine and snapped it.

Bella crumpled to the floor and Rosalie and Edward caught her.

Chaos ensued.

Seth stayed downstairs, disgusted by the thought of childbirth, as most fourteen year old boys are.

Edward was panicking and Rosalie was furious. I followed them in a daze and Jacob followed me.

Edward laid Bella out on the operating table and checked her pulse, which he said was weak. Then he ripped her shirt open to expose her stomach.

Bella was gasping for air and crying for us to take the baby out.

Rosalie grabbed a scalpel and was about to cut Bella open and Jacob stopped her.

"What are you doing?" He demanded.

Rosalie glared. "Out of my way. I have a medical doctors degree. She is paralyzed and won't feel it."

She wrenched her arm out of Jacob's hand and cut a deep slice across the bulge of Bella's protruding abdomen.

I gasped in horror as a fountain of blood came rising out and spilling over everything. I stared transfixed at the situation until a shout broke my daze.

"No!" Jacob slammed into Rosalie, who's eyes had gone black and was about to attack Bella. He dragged her out of the room and then it was just Bella, Edward, and me.

Edward reached his hand into the cut in Bella. "It's too hard. I'll have to bite it through."

Bella sighed. "Do... it. Save... him."

She was fading fast. I grabbed her hand and refused or look as Edward lowered his head. "Bella, I'm sorry. You can do this."

She rolled her head to face me. "Not your fault. We ... both... ahhh!"

I looked up to see Edward, face covered in blood and reaching his hands into Bella's open abdomen. I turned to the side and felt nauseous.

"It's a girl." Edward said. Bella smiled softly and after brushing her fingers against the baby, went limp. Her eyes slid closed and she exhaled.

There was no inhale.

Edward shoved the slippery, bloody, normal looking baby that was my niece into my arms. "Bella, no!"

I struggled to hold the baby and cried out to Edward. "Get me a towel or something!"

I felt a sharp pain in my hand and almost dropped my niece. I stared in shock. The baby had a full mouth of teeth and had bitten my wrist.

Then Rosalie was there. Edward rushed to stop her from entering the room but she brushed him off. "I'm fine. Let me take her."

Jacob entered as Rosalie took the baby and left.

Edward tried to do chest compressions and breaths and I started crying.

Jacob held out his arms for me and I stepped into his embrace, my eyes not leaving Bella's broken form.

"Come on!" Edward yelled.

I choked on my tears. "Just leave her. She's dead. Let her stay dead."

Edward glared at me in ferocity. "I'm going to save her!"

Jacob tried to tug me from the room. I watched through my tears as Edward bit Bella multiple times and kept doing the chest compressions. The blood seeping out of Bella was dark and slow and sluggish. There was so much blood that it was dripping onto the floor from the table.

I pulled away from Jacob and walked towards Bella's body. I touched her throat and waited.

Nothing.

No pulse.

She was completely still.

"Edward, stop." He didn't look at me.

I tried again. "Edward. She is dead. There is no blood in her body. She is dead. Leave her."

He refused to listen and this time I followed when Jacob lead me away.

As soon as we were out of the room I started crying again.

My sister was dead.