Judgment day, I had always pictured it being at the pearly gates of heaven many years from now, not in the waiting room of a hospital. After the press conference that I had been scheduled to attend by the paper I rushed to hop on the next train to Maryland. Whether or not to go hadn't even crossed my mind, it had been six years of grief and remorse that flew out the window when Esme told me what happened. While on the train I had called Charlie to tell him I would probably be another few days, he wasn't very excited about me rushing to see my ex-husband in the hospital but I knew that if it had been me in the ER that Edward wouldn't have hesitated to come.

I didn't really know what to say to any of them, should I have just walked right past them to the nurses station to find out what I needed to know about Edward? I didn't want to seem like the cold hearted bitch that I knew deep down they all thought I was, so I had stopped but now the awkwardness was just about killing me inside.

"We are glad you could make it Bella, I know that your new life is extremely busy." It was Rosalie who spoke first and even though her remarks were sneered I couldn't help but be surprised she spoke to me at all.

"Have the doctors told you anything else?" I asked my voice shaking.

"He lost a lot of blood and there was internal damage. He is still in critical condition, so the doctors won't let us see him." Esme's voice sounded tired and in a way aged from the previous week when I had called her with an update on Mason.

My whole body was shaking now as I tried to hold back the tears. I may not have been in love with Edward anymore but I still loved him and it killed me to know that he was lying in a hospital bed somewhere fighting for his life.

"I have to make a phone call real quick. Can someone come get me if you here anything else?" In a timid voice I asked of my once family.

"Why pretend you care now about him?" A low mumble spoke from the crowd. My eyes went to the source of the voice but he kept his head down buried in his hands.

"I have always cared Emmett, that's why I pushed myself away so much." I whispered back to him before turning on my heel and heading outside.

I waited for the line to pick up; finally I heard the scruffy voice I was so familiar with.

"Dad, I need you to book the next flight to Maryland with Mason." My voice was breaking and I knew that a breakdown was coming.

"Oh no Bells, did he..uh..die?" The words cut through me because even though they weren't true I knew that they were a very good possibility.

"No but its not looking good and I swore that I would make amends before it was too late and I think that time is now." Tears were spilling down my cheeks and my chest was heaving from all the pressure that was built up over the past six years.

"Alright Bells, we will be on the next flight out."

I hung up and made my way back inside, wiping my eyes with the sleeve of my shirt before rounding the waiting room corner. Carlisle and Esme were holding each other as a man in a white lab coat was talking to them. I could barely make out the words a punctured lung and server head trauma. As the doctor turned to walk away Esme collapsed into Carlisle's arms.

"What did he say?" I asked.

"Edward is still unconscious right now and is has a ventilator because he is still unable to breath on his own. Because of how the other car hit him the doctor says that if he does wake up then he can have lasting nerve and spinal damaged causing him to never be able to walk again." Alice said in a monotone voice that was so hard to picture coming from Alice if I had not seen it with my own two eyes. "He forgot to get Mason a card for St. Patrick's Day and was in a rush to get it mailed before the post office closed for the day. He wasn't wearing a seatbelt and was in such a hurry that he didn't see the light change to red. All for a fucking St. Patrick's day card."

My heart clenched at her words and I felt my legs buckle as I crashed to the floor. Edward may die because he was trying to be a good father and prove me wrong. If I had just let him know his son then none of this would have happened. If I had just told him that no one really cared about fucking St. Patrick's day then he would be lying in that bed with machines keeping him alive.

I felt arms wrap around me and lift into a nearby chair. They all hated me. They all resented Mason. We were being blamed for what happened. All these thoughts keep running through my head until a doctor came over and injected me with something claiming I was hysterical and lulling me into a deep and dark dreamless sleep.

I awoke in an unfamiliar room and it took me a minute before all the images of Edward's limp and bloody body came back to me. I looked around the room and my eyes stopped when I saw Jasper standing by the door.

"Hey." He said in a cool and somewhat detached manner. "Edward is awake and I was seeing if you would like to come see him. We aren't sure how much longer he will be awake, his heart rate keeps dipping in and out."

Nodding my head I slowly got up from the uncomfortable hospital bed and followed Jasper silently to the 3rd floor where Edward's room was. Everyone was gathered around his bed when I walked him and I heard myself gasp when I saw the lifeless body that blended into the stark white sheets of the bed. The body didn't look like Edward; it was bruised and cut, his whole left side basically casted up. There were tubes and wires running everywhere and I felt myself shrinking away from the sight. However Jasper was somehow not behind me and he pushed me further into the room.

"Bella?" The voice was wrong. It was weak and raspy, nothing like the velvet voice that I was used to.

"Hey Edward, how are you feeling?" I didn't know what else to say. How have you been for the past six years? Did you know your son was in kindergarten and that he has your eyes and hair?

"I feel like I was hit by a truck." He let out a weak giggle before coughing up a small amount of blood. I was sick to my stomach. Not because of the broken bones and blood but because he had become such a weak a frail creature that looked as if he had been that way before a truck smashed into the side of his car.

"That's not funny Edward." I scolded him as the tears welled up in my eyes once more.

"I know but truthfully I really don't know what more to say." Edward rasped out.

I made my way to the side of the bed and lightly rested my hand on the cool metal railing that was on the side of the bed. I wanted so badly to reach out and stroke the hair from his face or hold his hand but I knew that was no longer my place to do so.

"How about you say that you are going to get better and then promise to never do something so stupid again." I tried to crack a smile but I think it came out more mangled then anything.

"And what stupid thing are you referring to Bella, because I have done a lot of really stupid things to fuck up my life and everyone else's here. You look good Bells." His smile was small but their still seemed to be a little spark left in his eyes.

"Carlisle could you come here for a second?" The doctor poked his head in the door and we all looked over to see what he could want and as he held the door open for Carlisle to exit I saw what I had been waiting for.

"I know this is a shitty time to be doing this Edward but I have a surprise for you. You just have to promise to keep calm okay?" I asked wearily.

"Alright. You aren't getting married or are pregnant or anything, are you?" I shook my head as I heard Carlisle come back in the room allowing the door to stay open this time. Charlie walked through the door holding Mason in his arms and I heard the room gasp. They had all gotten pictures of him recently but I guess seeing the real thing was different.

"Edward, I want you to meet your son. Mason," I took him from my father's arms. "This is your daddy."

TWO UPDATES TODAY BECAUSE I JUST REALIZED THAT TODAY IS THE TWO YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF WHEN I FIRST PUBLISHED THIS STORY. SO ENJOY!