So here's chapter two… enjoy =] review, review, review! (please).

Bella POV

I woke up to a sharp pain in my stomach. I'd twisted slightly in my sleep and it felt like someone had taken my stomach and attempted to pull it back up, out my mouth. I sat up straight away, ignoring the staring vampires, and ran to the rarely used kitchen.

Rosalie was by my side within a second, brushing my hair from my face and hovering over me. I rinsed my mouth out and splashed my face with cold water. How long had I been sleeping? Everything felt clammy, all of a sudden. My hands were shaking and I felt fragile. My hand fell to my stomach, and I was shocked at the size difference.

"Edward?" I called, but he was already walking into the kitchen. I needed his soothing voice, because I felt like I'd just been hit by a truck and buried in the dirt.

"I'm here, Bella," he whispered. I looked at his face, but it wasn't a sight of comfort. His eyes were black, and they were staring at his feet. He looked… hollow. He was paler than usual, and he looked almost blue.

"What's wrong?" I whispered, reaching out for his hand. He took it, but didn't look at me, and didn't answer. "Rose?" I turned to my sister. "How long was I asleep?" I asked.

"You were out for almost thirteen hours, Bella." I looked down at my stomach again. Alice had said… or I'd thought that she'd said, that my baby would grow quickly. My stomach looked like a child's play balloon, it didn't even look like it belonged to my body. I felt queasy, and I turned back to the sink. Rose held my hair again.

"I think I need to sit down," I said. I couldn't figure out which way was right, left, or straight. I wobbled forward and stumbled. Rose caught me in her arms and slowly led me back out of the kitchen.

"Do you want to lay down upstairs, Edward has that huge bed in his room, if you would –"

"No, no. I'm fine, I'd rather stay down here," I shook my head. The last thing I needed was to draw attention to myself. And Edward already looked like he was going to fall to pieces, the best thing to do was to act like nothing had changed. Rose set me down slowly on the couch, and threw a huge white blanket over me. I shivered and laid my head back on the couch.

"Bella?" I opened my eyes to see Carlisle, "Are you hungry at all? You should eat something, regardless… but I'm surprised you haven't asked."

To answer his question my stomach grumbled, "I guess that means yes," I laughed once, but no one laughed with me. It was dead silence. "Er… what should I be eating? I don't know a lot about what to eat when you're pregnant. My mom had those books, 'What To Expect When You're Expecting', should I read those?" I asked as I yawned.

"Bella, I don't think that the woman who wrote those books would know what to be expecting under conditions such as yours…" Carlisle said slowly. I wanted to smack myself in the head.

"Oh… right. I knew that." I looked around the room. It was only Esme, Carlisle, Edward, Emmett, and Rose. Where were Alice and Jasper?

"You should probably be eating something light, nothing too flavorful. Would you like to start out with sandwich, maybe a glass of water to keep it down?"

"Sounds great," Carlisle was gone in the next second. I wiped a cold sweat from my forehead, and pulled the blanket more tightly around my shoulders, and pulled my feet up and held them to me.

"Would you like me to turn the heat up, Bella?" Rosalie asked.

I shivered once and nodded. With a meaningful glare at Edward she flitted to the other side of the room where a complicated looking heat control panel was. I wished she'd be nicer to Edward. I knew that my choice confused him, and that he didn't agree with me, her coldness didn't help him. I looked to him and pat the space on the couch next to me lightly – my whole arm felt like a ten pound weight. He took slow steps toward me, and sat down just as sluggishly.

"Edward," I took his hand and turned my body to face him. He didn't look at me. "Edward," still no response. "Edward, please try to understand." He opened his mouth slowly, but it was a second before something came out.

"I cannot understand why… you would want to die for this… thing. You said," he paused to look at me in the eye, "that you did not want children. Why now? Do you want to die?" he asked through gritted teeth.

My eyes popped a little in response. "No, no, of course not! Edward, I never want to die, I never want to be without you." He waited for me to continue. "I know, that I said that I wouldn't want children, and I meant it, at the time. But now… I really love this baby, Edward. I love him, and I love you. I'll get through this, don't worry." I stroked his hand with my thumb.

"You won't make it through this Bella." His voice was numb, there was no hint of life in it, he could have been a corpse, sitting there with his eyes boring into mine.

"Don't say that," I whispered, unable to take my eyes away from his. I waited… wondering if I should tell him my plan, my reasoning. He could read my face well enough that he could see the wheels turning in my head. "I have an idea," He waited. "If… if Esme was able to become like you, when she was so close to dead that nobody bothered with the hospital… well maybe if I could keep my heart beating… you could do it then, after the baby is out – " I stopped because his eyes grew stone cold.

"You think you're strong enough," his teeth were gritted and his voice was still lifeless. "to keep your heart beating when you're dying? Bella, you are a human. This… this thing is going to be ten times stronger than you, we don't know what it is, what it can do. You cannot ask me to sit here and watch it hurt you. I'll go mad,"

I thought for a moment. He was too upset to consider anything I said right now, so I should just wait to try and reason with him later. But… my baby was growing quickly, so quickly that I already looked like I had a half deflated balloon under my shirt. How long could I wait before this was too far gone that Edward could look at anything with a clear mind? I huffed and laid my head back, still feeling exhausted even after sleeping for as long as I did.

I didn't get to close my eyes for long, because Carlisle was back with a tray filled with food. I'd almost forgotten that this world had anything to offer but eggs. I almost laughed at myself. I'd been eating eggs every day on the island for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I supposed that a change was good.

He set the tray down on my lap carefully, being careful not to even nudge my stomach. I examined the sandwich, trying to guess what might be inside.

"It's only mozzarella cheese and lettuce; I didn't want to push anything, so we're going to start out very bland. If you can hold this down and feel fine, then we might try something with a little bit more flavor." Carlisle said.

"Thank you, Carlisle," I said as I picked up the sandwich and slowly took a bite. I chewed and waited for some type of taste to come through… but there was nothing. It tasted like… almost like dirt. My face scrunched up and I had to concentrate hard to keep my tongue inside my mouth. "I don't know if this is me or not, but it doesn't taste… right. Like that chicken I ate on the island."

Carlisle was immediately speculative, "Try to take a few more bites, take a few sips of water. If it's just the sandwich, is there anything else you would like to try? Something familiar?"

Without thinking I blurted out "Eggs," Biting my tongue, I turned to Edward. He didn't smile, he was looking down at his hands.

"I'll make those for her, Carlisle," he said, and without hesitating he stood up and left to the kitchen. I sighed and looked down. I tried a few more bites like Carlisle said, and drank the whole glass of water. Alice came to take Edward's seat beside me and brushed some hair out of my face.

"You have got to be the only human on the planet to have absolutely no sense of self preservation. You fall in love with a vampire, ride motor cycles with werewolves, jump off cliffs for fun, pick fights with armies of newborns and the Volturi, and now, you want to keep a baby that could potentially kill you. Very smart, Bella." Alice glared at me.

"I am not going to die." I said firmly. Alice stared at me like I'd just said that two plus two was six.

"This isn't going to get any better. I can see it in you now. You're shivering, you're losing your color, your appetite is messed up, and it's only going to get worse. You don't even know, Bella. This is going to be miserable for the all of us. You're going to be in physical pain, and Edward… he's going to be worse than you can imagine. I've already seen him thinking about the Volturi, do you want that to happen? You're trying too hard to keep up with all of this. This is the last stop, you won't make it out alive this time."

I waited till Alice was completely finished. I thought over everything that she said. Especially the last part. "Have you seen a vision of me dying, Alice?" I whispered and shivered a little.

She hesitated. "Well, no…"

"Then what do you mean, 'this is the last stop'? What have you seen?"

"It's not what I've seen, its what I know. No matter what you think Bella, this can only end in misery." She said grimly.

"Enough, Alice." Rosalie stood behind Alice, rigid and firm. Alice sighed and disappeared across the room. She stood frozen staring out the glass window. "Don't worry, Bella. We have everything we need right here. We won't let this get that far, this baby will come out just fine." Rose reassured me.

I nodded and turned to see Edward walking into the room with a plate of eggs in one hand and another glass of water in the other. "Let us know if this tastes any better," he said handing the plate to me. I took it eagerly, still starving.

"Thank you," I grabbed the utensil and forked up a piece of the scrambled eggs, and stuffed it into my mouth. It tasted fine while I was shoveling it in, so I took another bite, and another.

"Does it taste alright?" I heard a hint of hope in Edward's voice, so I looked up to nod.

"Tastes fine," I stuffed another piece in.

"Slowly, Bella. Eating quickly will only give you stomach pains," Carlisle said from across the room. I sighed and slowed my chewing. The small glimmer of hope was still on Edward's face, and I was desperate to see a little bit more, even if it meant pretending in the slightest that the eggs didn't taste any different than they had on the island… which they did.

Alice was right. I was in for a rough ride, but I would not die. I was determined to live for Edward, and for our baby.