Chapter Twenty-four

Scream

Margarete's POV

A scream left my lips when Edward was thrown backwards. Screamed in fear and in pain. I gripped my stomach, taking deep breaths, "Edward," I whisper, "are you okay?"

He groans and jumps up, back against the wall, "What did you do that for?"

"Me? I didn't do anything!"

He stared at me, his eyes moving down to my stomach, "It's too late."

"Too late for what?"

"It's started. Everything you've seen, it's started."

I shake my head, my body trembling, "It can't. We haven't even… How could I be if we haven't had sex since I was a vampire?"

"Maybe it started. What if vampires are able to conceive, but nothing can actually happen?"

"So, what? The psycho child has been holding off until I made Jake bite me?"

He walked closer to me again, his hand going over mine, "Feel it? How cold your stomach is and how hot the rest of your body is?"

I nod, "Yes."

"Explain that. And explain me flying across the room. You can't move things with your mind."

I scream in pain again, my body twisting in the bed, "Get Carlisle!"

He didn't need to move because before I finished, Carlisle was rushing in to the room, "What happened?"

Edward looked at the floor, "She's with child. It's strong already."

I felt pushing against the inside of my stomach and without even looking down, I knew I had just gained a few inches on my waist line.

"That isn't…." Carlisle shook his head, unable to find words.

"This isn't what, Carlisle? Possible? It seems pretty possible to me. Look at her!" Edward yelled.

"Get it out!" I yelled, my hands gripping on the headboard.

Carlisle checked my vitals, I could barely even feel his hands. I couldn't focus on anything. The pain was getting worse. More people came in to the room. Emmett and Rosalie. I squeezed my eyes shut, the voices in my head were too overwhelming. More pressure on my stomach and felt the tears pour from closed eyes.

"Carlisle you'll kill her!"

I thought it was Edward screaming, but the voice was too rough. It was Emmett. Rosalie growled and I heard a loud thud. She pushed him out of the room.

As quickly as the pain had come, it left. I couldn't feel anything. Not the blankets, not the pillows under my head. The voices weren't there. Everything was quiet. Too quiet. I was dreaming. Of the child, my child.

Her eyes were on me. She was even more beautiful than she was in the vision. Her hair was pin straight, cascading down her shoulders. She was tiny, but I wasn't going to let that fool me. I saw what she did to Edward. Her lips turned up in to a smile.

"What are you?" I ask, my voice breaking.

"The future. Your daughter," her voice was like a song. Each word was pronounced perfectly.

"You're not possible."

"That's what everyone has been saying."

I fell to my knees, "You're hurting me."

I felt her fingers rake through my hair, soothing me, "I don't mean to. I don't much room. I'm growing fast."

"Am I human?" I ask, my eyes meet hers.

"Yes and no. You're on the border line. Your heart doesn't know what to do."

"In more ways than one." I took her hand from my hair and held loosely, "Am I suppose to love you? Is it wrong that I do? Seeing you. Knowing you're mine. I also know the danger you'll bring."

Her smile turned down and she frowned, looking away from me, "Father is angry with me, isn't he?"

"Edward? Yes. He is. You flung him across the room."

"I thought he was going to hurt us."

"He wouldn't hurt me."

"He would hurt me. That's what they're doing right now. They're trying to get me out. To stop me before…"

"Before what?" I urged, needing to know more.

She winced and when I looked at her again, she was almost transparent, "Stop them, Mommy."

When my eyes opened again, I was back in the massive bed. Rosalie was squeezing my hand. She cared… No. She wanted a child. To be apart of it. I could use that. My hand grasped hers and she looked down at me confused. Looking in to her eyes, letting her know I needed her to make them stop.

She let my hand fall from hers and she stepped towards Carlisle, "Stop. She doesn't want this."

Edward looked at her, "She told us to get it out of her."

"You can't," I whispered. "She's our child, Edward."

His eyes moved to me, shocked, "It's a monster, Margarete. You saw what would happen."

"I didn't see her doing the damage. We only saw the aftermath. We don't know it's her that will cause it, please."

Carlisle was lowering a scalpel to my lower stomach. Right below my engorged stomach. I grabbed for Rose's hand again, knowing the pain would be coming back when he got closer. The second the metal hit my flesh, Carlisle was thrown across the room. Just like Edward was. I winced, it wasn't as bad as it was before. The pain didn't cripple my body. Rosalie wiped a cold cloth over my forehead, her other hand not leaving mine.

"You think she cares about what will happen to you during this?" Edward hissed, helping Carlisle up. "She cares about the monster."

"So do I," my voice was weaker than before. "I saw her, Edward. She's amazing. She has your eyes. How they were before you changed. My hair…"

"Look what she did to Carlisle. To me. What she's doing to you."

"She thought you were going to hurt us."

"I would never hurt you, love," his voice was soft, sincere.

Rosalie huffed, "But you would hurt your own baby."

"It's not a baby, Rose! It's an abomination. Something that never should have happened."

Rosalie left my side, stepping towards Edward, "We shouldn't have happened! We're blood drinkers. We have no hearts. No pulse. The child is alive in someway. She isn't dead like us."

Emmett came back in, walking towards Rosalie, "What's going on?"

Edward growled, "She won't let us get rid of it. She wants to play house."

Rosalie smiled sweetly at Emmett, "I know your feelings for Margarete haven't faded, my husband. You can help her. Keep Edward and Carlisle away from her."

Emmett's jaw clenched, "Rose, look what it's doing to her."

I licked my dry lips, looking up at him, "She doesn't mean any harm. She just doesn't have much room. The pain isn't so bad anymore. I think because she knows now that she was hurting me."

"Listen to them, brother. They've lost their minds. Don't let them fool you," Edward said firmly, grapping his arm.

Emmett shook his head, pulling his arm from Edward, "I'm Sorry, Eddie. I can't say no to either of them."

Rosalie smirked, crossing her arms over chest, "Good choice."

Edward threw up his arms, "I won't stand here and watch it kill you, Margaret!"