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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING AFFILIATED WITH THE TWILIGHT SAGA OR STEPHENIE MEYER!!!

Bella POV:

"Pfft!" I spit out the handful of confetti. "Emmett!" I glared at him. This was a child's party! The confetti was for the children. Not for Emmett…but then again…Emmett was kind of a child.

"Yes, Bells?" he smiled mischievously.

"Children's party, Emmett," he laughed.

"And?"

"The confetti is not for you!" I snatched the bag from him and stalked off to find Alice. I found her in the backyard. I had been worried it would be far to cold to have the party outside but of course, Alice could see the future! She assured me it was going to be a rather warm winter, not really warm, like sunny, but warm enough to be outside and that the party would be far more superb if it was outside! I'm really hoping you're catching the annoyance here. "Alice!" she turned.

"Yes?" the look on her face told me she already knew but was going to let me continue anyway. I was glad, I needed to vent.

"What the hell were you thinking giving Emmett the confetti?! And why, remind me please, why we're having a party outside in the middle of winter?! Are you crazy?!"

"Bella, Emmett took the confetti, I didn't give it to him. And the party is outside because it is going to be so much more fun this way!" she smiled at me, that damn pixie.

"Uuuuggghhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Mommy, mommy! Look!" I turned to look at Rora as she ran into my leg. I picked her up and held her to my hip. I couldn't help but smile now.

"Yes, sweetheart?" Alice had bought her a new dress-coat-thingy, whatever, and a pair of rather adorable boots that I made sure would be warm enough for her to be outside, because Alice insisted we have the party in the backyard, which, coincidentally was outside.

"Look at my purty dress!" she was all smiles and her bright, happy eyes had never been so excited. This was the first birthday she'd have a daddy, and it hadn't escaped my notice.

"I see, baby girl. Did you show daddy yet?" she nodded her head vigorously as Edward came up from behind her and snatched her from me.

"Daddy!" she laughed as he threw up her in the air and caught her again.

"Yes, Princess?" he smiled my favorite crooked grin. He was wearing only jeans and a button up, he would have to put a jacket on when the humans started arriving, wearing no jacket in the snow was bound to look conspicuous.

"You scared me!" she gave him a stern look and he laughed and kissed her forehead.

"Did I? Hmm. Well…" he threw her up in the air again and then dipped her as if they were dancing, she was laughing so hard she could barely breathe.

"Edward! You messed up her hair! You idio-," I cut Alice off.

"Hey! Little ears, Alice!"

"But idi-the I word isn't a bad word! And he messed up her hair!" she pointed childishly at Edward, who was smiling smugly, as she whined.

"Pointing is ruuude Auntie Alice," Rora joined in on the conversation. Edward and I laughed.

"I taught my daughter well, didn't I, baby girl?" I took her from Edward.

"Mommy! I'm not a baby! I'm four!" she showed me four fingers.

"You'll always be our baby, princess," Edward smiled lovingly at her.

"Nuh uh! I'm four!" she showed us four again with her fingers.

"Okay, my four year old. Why don't you ask Grandma to fix your hair before Auntie Alice kills daddy," I asked her, her face paled.

"No! My hair already got fixded! And Auntie Alice isn't allowed to hurt daddy, Gramma u'll get mad!" she pouted at me.

"Well, I guess you have to ask Auntie Alice if it's okay then," she turned her adorable face to Alice, and not even the queen of the puppy dog pout could withstand those big brown eyes.

"Fine, you can play in the snow. But daddy has to help Auntie Alice finish these stupid decorations," Alice glared at Edward.

"Is Esme calling me? I think I'll go see what she wants?" he tried to turn around but Alice had his arm in an iron grip before he could even take a step.

"Oh, no you don't, mister. You're helping me finish," I had to admit, for such a small person she could be quite frightening. Edward sighed wearily and turned around to face her.

"Fine Alice. I will help you," he looked rather annoyed.

"Not like you had a choice, anyway," and with that she went back to her flower garland. Edward proceeded to help her; I'm assuming he read her instructions in her mind.

Though Alice had assured me that Aurora's coat and boots were warm enough that she could be outside all day and not get sick, I still didn't want her out there longer than absolutely necessary, necessary being Alice forcing me to let her outside, so despite her protests I took her inside with me to play with Antoinette by the fireplace.

People started arriving around twelve o' clock, not all of my friends had children so some people just showed up by themselves. And one of my friend's kids was sick so they had stayed at home. Of course, everything was superb. The food, though I don't know how because the people who cooked it don't eat, was amazing. The decorations, well, what can I say, it's Alice. The cake! Esme being the wonderful, loving person she is made Rora a three-tiered cake with light pink fondant frosting with polka dots all over. It was white cake, technically, (I would call it yellow, but what do I know?), with strawberry filling.

All my friends joked that somehow I'd gone from loser husband to a god. And, in some aspects they were right, Edward wasn't a god, he was a vampire, but I was definitely by far the luckiest woman in the room, or backyard to be specific, everything had worked out for me. Like when it came time to sing happy birthday and cut the cake. It was just so perfect. "Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Rora! Happy birthday to you!" everyone sang in unison, the vampires being exactly on key.

"Make a wish, sweetheart," Edward picked her up so that she could reach the candles on the top of the cake. She inhaled deeply and then blew out all four candles at once.

"I wished for a baby doll!" she smiled at him and he laughed. He knew already, for some reason whatever block had kept him out of her mind before had started deteriorating. But he still couldn't read Antoinette's or mine.

"You're not supposed tell, princess," he kissed her forehead.

"But won't I get it now?" her eyes were wide and earnest. He laughed again.

"You can have anything you want, baby," she clapped excitedly and we passed out cake to everyone.

"So, Bella, how have you been?" I was talking to a few friends from high school. We were standing outside on the patio; Alice had put out heat lamps for the humans. The kids were playing in the snow, with all the husbands and dads, it wasn't too deep, a couple inches, but the powder was fresh so the ground wasn't slippery. It would be tomorrow.

"Good," I smiled, that was understatement.

"Good? C'mon! If that piece of a-,"

"Watch it, Taylor! There are children here!" I hissed at her, still laughing at her forgetfulness, though.

"They're way over there, they can't hear us. Besides, if I want details I'm going to have to ask. You've never been one to kiss and tell," she smiled at me teasingly, humor in her eyes.

"Kissing? I'm sure they've been doing a lot more than that. If that man was mine I'd have him in my bed every night!"

"Shut up! Jesus, Cathy! You're married!"

"And? That doesn't mean I can't spot a guy who's good in the bedroom," I hit her in the arm and her and Taylor laughed at me.

"Don't be embarrassed, Bella. We both know you're not a virgin, you have two rugrats to prove it."

"So? I didn't spill every detail to you guys when I lost my virginity. Why should now be any different?"

" 'Cause the guy you lost your virginity to was no where near as fine as this man! I mean, damn! Where the hell did you find him? A hot guy convention?"

"There's no such thing, Taylor! And keep your eyes to yourself!"

"I know there's no such thing. If there was I wouldn't be single would I?"

"It's not all about looks," I told her for the umpteenth time.

"I know, I know, you're right, like always," she paused for a second, "but looks are important," her and Cathy busted up laughing and I shook my head at them. The truth was, though even if we had I wouldn't tell them, Edward and I hadn't made love to each other. I wanted to, so badly. But he wouldn't, he didn't trust himself. He said he wouldn't risk hurting me. The first time he said it, after I tried, unsuccessfully, to get his shirt off, I worried that he didn't want to, that he didn't want me that way. After he realized that I thought he didn't want me he was appalled, he assured me that it was just my safety, that that was why he had to say no. I understood, he was being ridiculous, I knew he could never hurt me, but I understood. He was rather self-loathing. I couldn't fathom why anyone so wonderful couldn't see that in themselves.

" Come on, Bella! I'm dying here! Give me some details!"

"No."

"Why?!" they were whining like children! God, and Cathy was pregnant, too.

"Because I can't."

"Why?!"

"I just can't."

"What, is this some new rule of yours?"

"No, I just can't tell you. And if I could I wouldn't anyway."

"What's that supposed to mean? Just tell me when! When the first time was!"

"I can't tell you."

"Isabella Swan! God help me! You better spill!"

"No."

"What, do you honestly expect me to believe you haven't slept with him?" Taylor looked incredulous. I stayed quiet, my face heating up like the heat lamp we were standing next to.

"You haven't fu-,"

"Taylor! I swear, I'll wash your mouth out with soap if have to!"

"I mean, you haven't slept with him?" her eyes were wide, her voice low.

"No," they gasped simultaneously.

"But you said he was staying over!" Cathy looked beyond belief.

"So? I didn't say we were sleeping together."

"But you said he held you while you slept!"

"I still didn't say we were having sex. You just assume."

"Why?"

"Why what?

"Haven't you?" I couldn't tell them the truth, so I tried to shrug and lie all at once.

"We've only been going out a couple of months."

"I slept with my last boyfriend on our first date," very Taylor of her.

"That's you not me. And have you ever considered that the reason you can't keep a guy is because all your relationships are based solely on se-,"

"RORA!" I turned my head fast enough to give me whiplash. Alice had been the one to yell out my baby's name. Her face was frozen in a mask of horror and her hands were reached out towards her. I looked for Edward's face out on the lawn, it was identical, if not more terrified than Alice's. Lastly, I looked for my daughter in the crowd of maybe 25 kids; she was falling face down in the snow. Everything was in slow motion; I watched her drop to the ground, not conscious enough to hold out her arms to break the fall. I watched her warm, little face hit the cold snow and her long hair splayed out over the ground.

"RORA!" I screamed and ran faster to her side than I ever had in my life. Edward and Carlisle got their first, they were both on the lawn, but Edward still ran a little faster than he should've in front of humans, I didn't care, and I knew he didn't, either. "What's wrong?! WHAT'S WRONG?!" tears cascaded down my face as Edward took her in his arms and ran to the car, I ran after him and the passenger door was open when I got to the front of the house. Carlisle followed in his Mercedes as Edward went a hundred and twenty to the hospital. He jumped out and rushed her in, Carlisle and me not far behind. I don't know how I managed to keep up with them. We ran into the ER and though I can't recall what was said before I knew it we were swarmed with doctors and nurses and Carlisle ripped her out of Edward's grasp as they put her on a gurney and rolled her away. They didn't let us follow, though Edward was a doctor there they said he was to emotionally involved. So we instead we sobbed together on the floor of the emergency room. After a while a nurse came and led us to an empty hospital room. Carlisle came in, and what he said shattered my fragile heart. Aurora wasn't ever going to wake up. Ever.