Edward POV

June 27th 2010

I woke up partially to Bella poking me in the side, sitting up in bed, her voice a whisper.

"Edward." She hissed and smacked me in the side of the head.

I groaned, "What?"

"I think I hear someone downstairs." She said.

I moaned and sat up on my elbows, looking at her through one eye, "You think?"

She nodded and wrapped her arms around herself. She must have been awake a while, if she had been awake long enough to work herself into the mind frame that there was an axe murder downstairs it seemed.

I sighed, sitting up all the way and rubbing my eyes. Even though I knew it was more than likely that there was in fact nothing downstairs, it wouldn't help anyone if Bella wasn't in some way reassured that we weren't all going to be murdered in our beds.

"Alright..." I muttered and got out of bed, already feeling cold now that I had been out of the covers not thirty seconds.

I padded softly over to the door and considered taking a weapon with me. My eyes flitted to a nearby coat hanger and then to my wife. Her eyes narrowed, and I knew that she knew I was taking the piss. So I left the coat hanger, and took another step towards the door.

"Edward?" She whispered after me.

I turned around and she smiled sheepishly at me.

"If there isn't anything dangerous down there, could you bring me back a yoghurt?"

I stared at her in disbelief and sighed, nodding before turning back to the door.

"Actually?"

I turned back around again to see her grinning at me.

"Even if there is someone down there, bring me a yoghurt either way." She giggled and flopped back onto her back, "Thank you!" She dismissed me with a wave of her hand.

I muttered something even my brain didn't get and continued down stairs.

August 4th 2010

"Lauren where's my dad?" I asked as I wiped my patients name off of the board, seen as they had been allowed to go home. I was pleased with my work so far for today, and as such, was hopping from one foot to the other in anticipation for going home in just over an hour.

Lauren shifted and passed me another file. "He's with a patient, there's a child coming back from x-ray that Dr Yorkie wants you to look at..."

I waved it off, "I'll look at him in a minute, I just need to ask..."

My own words threatened to choke me when I saw the name next to that of my father on the white board, telling me exactly where he was and who with.

I all but ripped the file from Laurens hand as I raced down the hospitals corridors, jumping gurneys and dodging machinery and patients as I went.

I flew open the door to see my father sat on a chair facing a small girl with long hair and bright eyes. He was wrapping her arm in a sling, and she looked up when the door swung closed behind me.

"Daddy!" She cried and my father's eyes snapped up to look at me evenly.

Emma leapt off of the chair and into my arms. I kissed her hair and held her tight in my arms as I looked at the x-rays on the wall. They showed me no serious sign of fracture or break, and it seemed she just had a sprain.

"Did you check for internal bleeding, bone marrow leakage, concussion?" I demanded.

My father sighed, "Yes Edward, Calm down."

"What happened Em?" I asked and pulled back from our hug to look at her.

She spoke with suck innocence I thought I was going to pass out.

"Me and Mummy were going to Aunty Alice's to get my hair done, but then there was this other car, and it was going really fast daddy. It hit us, and then my arm hurt, but mummy seemed okay, and then we were brought here by Grandpa Charlie, because he was the one who turned up after the accident." She finished.

I nodded and set her on the floor, "Be good for Grandpa Carlisle, I'm going to see mummy." I kissed her forehead and she nodded.

I pushed open the door and once again raced down the corridors, not thinking I had time to go back and check the board to see exactly where my wife was. After all, I worked here; I was just going to have to wing it.

I pushed open a door to see Charlie stood with his arms folded over his chest, watching his daughter with anxious eyes.

Bella was stood up, pacing around the room, obviously in distress and having been crying.

Dr Grenedy put his hands out to guide Bella to sit down but she smacked them way, resting one on her back and using the other to point at him.

"There is nothing wrong with me; I want to see my daughter." She snapped, more tears threatening to fall.

Charlie sighed, "Come on Bells, let him look at you and then you can go and see Emma..."

"No I want to see her..." This time the tears did fall and Dr Grenedy looked anxious.

"Mrs Cullen she's with Dr Cullen, now I suggest we make sure both you and the baby are okay before we do anything else okay?" He asked and Bella opened her mouth to argue with him when I walked further into the room.

"Bella." I said and her eyes snapped up. She swallowed and let out a stuttering breath and I held my arms open as I got nearer to her. She launched herself into them and sobbed into my chest. Whether it was from shock or from general hormones I did not know, but never the less, I stroked her back and kissed her temple.

"Lets just make sure that your okay shall we?" I whispered.

"But Emma..." She pulled back and I cupped her cheek gently.

"She's fine, I've just seen her, she's with my dad." I told her and she nodded, seeming to calm down slightly.

"Okay then, I'll call Sharon to do an ultrasound, and then I'll come back" Dr Grenedy said and left, me wrapping an arm around Bella and leading her to lay on the bed.

I kissed her forehead, "It's going to be okay."

She sighed and sunk back into the pillow.

"I hope so." She whispered and I smile sadly.