Ok so I think this is the fastest I have updated this story- ever. It's been hard to get the words out in the past but this chapter really flowed! So here it is! Point out any errors you find and I DON"T OWN TWILIGHT (stop reminding me it makes me sad!!!!!). Enjoy!

Bpov

I had never felt so conflicted in my life. Insane joy flooded me at Sephora's words. A baby! Edward and I would have a baby! But then cold realization hit. Bringing fear and pain with it. A baby? We couldn't have a baby! Not here, not now. It was impossible. We would all surely be killed on the spot. I was stuck between imagining myself holding this beautiful baby, and imagining myself and Edward being shot.

Edward- as if sensing my thoughts -held my hand tighter still. Both our knuckles were bone white. I saw that we were both shaking. Rose looked like she would faint. Her face had turned an unnaturally pale color. She looked like a piece of parchment. I'm sure I matched in color.

A baby. A baby, a baby a baby. Was it possible? I tried repeating the phrase a few more times in my mind. Trying to better acquaint myself with the concept.

Could we do it?

No.

That was my immediate answer. Which was true. We couldn't do it here. Not with our lives in tact at least. No not here. That much was clear. Here we would be killed. But elsewhere. Elsewhere would it work?

Yes. The answer came just as quickly as last time.

And as if Edward really were reading my mind he whispered "We have to get out of here."

Apov

Bella was shaking when she came back to the barracks.

"Bella?" I asked. I didn't have to ask what was wrong- she knew what I meant.

"Alice." she whispered back her voice sounded frail and terrified. She curled up against me and I held her like a mother would hold a small child against them. And then she grabbed my hand and put it on her stomach between us. I didn't understand the gesture at first. Then I felt her hand on my arm writing out four letters. B-A-B-Y. I gasped and the sound cut through the still night like a knife.

Empov

Alice and Bella were both very quiet when I saw them that morning. I didn't know what to say. I didn't have a clue what was wrong. And all I got was frantic headshakes when I asked. But I think something might have been wrong with Bella. Based on the defensive way Alice walked beside her. But I could never be sure.

Epov

I felt like the most disgusting creature alive. How could I have done this!? How, how how? I asked myself over and over again. But the answer was always the same- I had no response. So I started doing the only thing I could think to do. I began plotting. How in the world was I to get Bella out of here?

For that was surely the only way. I had to take her out of this hell. I didn't know there was to go, or how I would get there. Or even if I was thinking rationally. I didn't care. All I cared about was saving Bella. The loving fragile girl whom I loved like I had never loved anyone else. Who I had put in such inexcusable danger.

How to do it? A secret nighttime runaway? An organized rebellion? Should I just calmly walk out with her? Should I hide her? What!?

I thought about nothing else all day. As I went through the normal motions of my job, I was gone mentally. Beyond what I was seeing in front of my eyes, I saw a million different escape options. I concentrated on the way that would be safest for Bella. What would be easiest for her.

I sighed in frustration as I hit yet another dead end. The scene I had just visualized featured me carrying Bella's "dead" body through the gates saying I wanted to go and burry her. The guard had agreed but shot her body for good measure and actually killed her. So that plan wasn't going to work.

I needed a way to get her out. I had gotten in so easily. Why was it so hard to imagine how to get out? I had just come in through the gate in that jeep- jeep? Would that work? I could put her in the back seat? Hide her under something else, and drive right through? Would that work? Or would I be better off just grabbing her and running? I needed a plan and I needed one fast.

Bpov

Edward approached where I was working with something in his hand. His usual offering- a small piece of bread. All her could give me, yes, but it was enough. I smiled warmly at him and he checked to make sure no one was watching and then he reached out and gently touched my stomach. He smiled even though I doubted he felt anything yet.

"I think I thought of something." he said.

"Hmmm?" I asked turning away from him so that it would look like he was just bothering me rather than actually having a conversation.

"The trucks." he said quietly.

"What about them?" I asked without looking at him.

"You in the back, I drive away." he said.

"Would it work?" I asked hardly moving my lips.

"Maybe." he said.

"When?" I asked.

"Soon." he whispered back. I nod my head.

"As long as she's safe." I say smiling. He looks frightened by my love for the child but doesn't say anything.

Peterson's POV (for any of you who forgot Peterson is another Nazi who works in Canada he's the one who hurt Rose ( though I don't think I addressed him with a name then) he was also in chapter 7 when Rose got in the argument with them and he's usually there when Alice and Emmett go to collect clothes.)

I watched as Masen walked away from the dark haired swine. Yoshabel I think that was her name. He was always with her. I didn't like it at all. Sure she was nice looking- if she wasn't a Jew I'd be over there talking her up- but it was wrong the way he acted around her. Like she was human.

No worse- like she was a valuable human. He didn't talk to her with disrespect or a degrading tone. Oh no, he smiled, he used polite gestures. He LIKED her. And not in the way that was ok. It was fine to look at the girls here, fine to touch them ( I myself was guilty of that) but to have them want you to touch them wasn't the same.

There was something wrong with this picture and I would find out what. Who would know? Well Rosalie obviously. But I wasn't getting hollered at again, and someone might notice if she got bloodied up again so soon after the last time.

No I needed to question one of the girl's fellow swine. Someone who would tell me things. I looked around and found the perfect source. Short, thin, quaking Sephora. She would tell me what I needed to hear. I smiled and sauntered off towards her. Enjoying the fear that crossed her face when she saw me coming.

"Hello." I said smiling at her. She trembled, and didn't say anything. "I said 'hello' , did your filthy parents teach you no manners?" I ask. She shakes harder but something else happened too. She looked angry? No that couldn't be it. Just so much terror in her eyes. Yes that was it.

"Hello." she whispered. I grabbed her by the arm and walked her towards my building.

"I have some questions for you." I said dropping the pathetic sack on the ground at the side of the building hidden from view. I pulled out my gun and I heard her gasp. "You know Yoshabel correct?" I asked. She didn't respond. But she didn't have to, I already knew the answer.

"What is there between her and Edward?" I asked. She just shook her head vigorously from side to side.

"I don't know, I don't know!" she squeaked. I smiled, it was as good as a confession. Something was going on. And I would find out what.

Epov

I was walking the perimeter of the fence when I saw a large figure walking towards me.

"Peterson." I nodded when he came closer.

"Masen." he greeted. And then wasted no time in continuing in a hushed tone. "How long have you been with the whore?"

"Excuse me?" I said shock going through me like an electric current at his words.

"That Jew. I knew there was something between you." he said nonchalantly walking in stride with me. I stopped dead.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"I think you do." he grinned wickedly.

Bpov

Alice and I were walking towards the Nazi house carrying some things that we thought the Nazis might want. Mostly nice jewelry and other things that glittered.

But then we stopped short. Slumped against the wall blood pouring through a hole in her chest, Sephora laid limply on the ground.

I dropped my arm load and ran to her. Sitting her up.

"Sephora?" I whispered desperately. She looked at me with foggy eyes.

"Yoshabel!" she cried.

"I, I didn't tell him. I didn't. I promise. But he, he knew. I didn't tell him anything." she kept repeating. I nodded.

"Shhh shh, I know you didn't. You'd never do that." I whispered even though I didn't have a clue what she was talking about. She nodded groggily. She seemed satisfied now that she had told me. "Alice go get help." I said stroking back her hair. Alice nodded and scurried off. But I knew it would be too late.

I suppose it was rather sad, to be so unaffected by death. But it had happened around me for months now. I had woken up to see women I had worked with dead in their mattress-less bunk. I had seen children starving to death in that box car. The bodies ripped from sobbing mother's arms. Seen my father walk out my front door, walking to his death. Been ripped from my mother. Had my younger sister ripped from my arms and herded like cattle to her death.

Now this sweet girl lay in my arms the life slowly bleeding out of her and it was hard to conjure tears. But I felt that Sephora deserved them somehow. Sweet, kind, giving, terrified Sephora.

"Would you like me to sing?" I whispered. I don't know what made the words come out, but they had. Sephora nodded and I couldn't take them back. I owed her that much- a song.

"What would you like me to sing?" I asked quietly still stroking her hair.

"A Psalm." she said her voice no more than a breath. I nodded

"mizmor ledhâvidh Adonay ro`iy lo' 'echsâr" I sang quietly. A Psalm of David. The lord is my Sheppard I shall not want. I saw a small smile pull at the corners of her mouth. I kept singing. A few lines later I nearly choked on the irony of it.

"gam kiy-'êlêkh beghêy'tsalmâveth lo'-'iyrâ' râ` kiy-'attâh `immâdhiy shibhthekha umish`antekhahêmmâh yenachamuniy" - Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow if death, I will fear no evil, For thou art with me; Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.

Don't be afraid Sephora. I thought. You're ok, you're not alone. Not even in this hell, no you're not alone.

And then I finished the song. "'akh thobh vâchesedh yirdephuniykol-yemêy chayyây veshabhtiy bebhêyth-Adonay le'orekh yâmiym"- surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life; and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever.

Goodness and mercy. That's what Sephora deserved. She deserved it more than anyone else I knew. But she hadn't gotten it. No. She had gotten abuse and scorn and a murder. But she was home now. I though to myself. Home or close.

I looked down at her and saw that she was still breathing. Laboriously but still breathing. "Home Sephora. You're almost there my daughter." I said quietly. And in our name stories' she was my daughter. Well daughter in law but it was the same thing really. "Home to Abba. Home, home, home." I whispered. I saw one last smile pull at the corners of her lips and then her breathing stopped and she walked into our Abba's waiting arms.

I bent down and kissed her forehead. This place would not dehumanize me. I would not forget that every human life was precious, despite how many times I had seen it end. I would not forget my people or our traditions. I would not be ashamed. I would carry them proudly out of this camp and away from this place when it was all over. Because I did in fact plan on surviving.

I lay Sephora's body down gently. I was covered in her blood. But for some reason I wasn't bother by it. Rosalie came running up with Alice just then.

"Gone." I whispered before they could ask. "She's home." Rose nodded and then extended a hand to me, pulling me up.

"Let's get you new clothes."

After I changed Rose wrapped Sephora's body in a clean white sheet and took it to a guard. Saying she wanted Sephora to have her own grave. The solider laughed and said Rosalie could dig it herself. Rosalie said that she intended to. The guard stopped laughing. And the Aryan Poster Child took a shovel and buried the Jew.

As I was watching Edward came up behind me.

"We need to get out. Now." he said urgently.

"What? Why?" I asked looking at my stomach. It wasn't yet obvious that I was pregnant. So why should we run just yet ,when we had no plan?

"He knows." Edward whispered. "Peterson, not about the baby- yet- but about us."

"I didn't tell him." Sephora's last words rang in my ear. And suddenly her death made sense. And something else did as well- we did need to get out- and fast.

So there you go! I know a lot happened in this chapter and it's finally really picked up and I'm super happy about that! Also the translation for the 23rd Psalm came from . thanks to everyone there for their great resource! I don't know what I would have done otherwise! I'm really not sure whether or not Psalms are sung for funerals (or at all) or not, but that is my favorite Psalm AND it fit really well so I put it in there. Now if any of you have read the Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins (if you haven't you should) you'll probably notice that my death scene was similar to one in the book. I didn't mean to do it, but it just turned out like that. I'm not stealing her work ( I could never write anything close to what she has) and I would never dream or doing so! Ok so I've talked long enough! Please review- I haven't been getting too many ( but I understand, a lot of people just don't review- I myself am sometimes guilty of such an act) but this is turning into a really long A/N so I' stopping here! I love you guys! You've been great! J -wilid-lili