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EPOV

This felt too familiar, rushing through a hospital passage way, my wife unconscious. It happened too much. With Victoria, with the girls, when she fell and sprained her ankle, when she could barely walk with the twins but still decided it was a good idea to go jogging. It was way too many times that I had to follow her through those doors, not knowing what was going to happen to her, being completely defenseless. It was more than any one man could handle, more than any husband should ever go through, more than any child should ever witness. It was too much.

It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair at all. We had been through enough hadn't we? We had survived all the tests and trials of our love, all the trouble our first year put us through. We had survived when she was a student in love, and I was a teacher, a teacher that went through the joy and torture of falling in love with his student.

So, why? Why were we still being tested? Why were we still followed by these horrible people, intent on ruining our love, our life? Why? Why was it that whenever we conquered together, as a family and the world was finally in its place, when we were finally happy and joyous, did someone always come and try to take it away. Take her away. I hated it! Hated, that I always put her in danger. I should have been there to protect her, protect our family, but I wasn't, I was at my stupid job while that psycho tried to take my whole life away from me. She was a magnet for trouble, and danger and accidents and all the horrible things that were just attracted to her because she was so wonderful and beautiful, more angel than human, a divine creature of god that the hate in the world wanted to destroy, because she was so purely good, so truly wonderful.

I hated this so much, with a passion that words could not describe I detested watching my Bella struggle for life as they pushed her into an operating room. Her hand left mine as they pushed her through the doors, stopping me in my tracks.

"Sir, you and the family can wait upstairs" a nurse said in a composed demeanor that was meant to be assuring.

I ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time. Behind me, I could hear the rest of the family quickly shuffling up the stairs, my dad already in a surgical mask and robe was taking out complicated-looking tweezers from a tray. He looked up and our eyes met, and in that moment I was a little kid, crying for my daddy to make my new cousin big again. Alice had been born prematurely, and I had been waiting for her, for a really long time. When I saw her, she was really small, and my aunt was sure we would lose her. I begged my dad to fix her, and after sometime, dad did everything he could and Alice grew to be the beautiful married-pregnant woman clutching at my side, my little Allie in her arms.

He nodded at me and I extended my hands so that they were on the glass, trying to get as close to her as possible.

"Carlisle, wait, she's pregnant" said a nurse who was doing something complicated with a scanner.

"Oh god" said my dad and looked towards me, I nodded.

"well everyone, for now the child is alive, the bullet is in her shoulder, it could pose a risk. There is a possibility we might have to abort, but its not present yet so no need to waste time discussing it."

All I heard was abort and bullet I had thought the blood was from the baby, but it wasn't, the witch had shot her, I was so lost I didn't even realize it and the blood traveled to her stomach, oh god, at least she hadn't killed them, either of them. Then, there was the baby. My baby might get killed, I hadn't even known about him till two hours ago, and now I might lose him already. It was too much to bear. I extended my hands to Alice who gave my Allie, who was crying, but didn't completely understand what was going on. Nessie was a different story. She was a genius, of course she understood, I wouldn't be surprised if she understood everything, even the medical jabs that were going on in the room below us, I had already caught her reading one of my father's medical journals. She was absolutely her mother's daughter. She was standing on a chair, tears rolling down her cheeks as she stared down at my Bella. You could barely make out her face, but it was there. Her hands were on the glass and she was just staring. One hour. Charlie was in a baby seat on a chair, asleep. Emmett had taken Lily downstairs for something to eat with Jasper and Alice. Only Rosalie and I were left, and she was dozing off in the chair where she was sitting. Allie had fallen asleep in my arms. Two hours. It was torture, my personal torture. I had to let Allie and everyone else go downstairs they couldn't see it. Nessie refused to budge, she just stared at her mother. Bella was hemorrhaging, there were blood tears falling from her eyes. Three hours. They stabilized her, she was still alive, and the baby was still alive. Four hours. My dad was closing up the wound in her shoulder, wrapping her in bandages and gauze.

Five hours.

It took them five hours to save my Bella. The others were in the waiting room. They ate, they got me clothes. They tried to get me to eat, but through those five hours I didn't move outside of the observation room. My constant companion was my one and a half year old genius daughter, who didn't even budge from where she was standing, If it weren't for the fact she was breathing and her chest would rise and fall slightly in the five hours I would have thought two things. 1. The Harry Potter in me would claim she had been petrified by a basilisk. 2. The Twilight-er in me would claim she was a vampire.

It wasn't until they wheeled my Bella out, to a recovery room that she shifted at all. When she did, she flung herself in my arms and cried. She just sat there and cried until exhaustion overtook her, and she fell asleep, the weight of the world on her little shoulders. That was when I snapped out of it. Bella would be fine, she always was, she always came back to me in the end, she was mine, we belonged to each other, and we belonged together, like the open seas and shores (Gavin DeGraw- We Belong Together), we were what the other was always looking for, she would come back to me, and to our children. She would come back because she promised to love me as long as I lived, and the only way she could do that was if she was right here with me. She promised me, she promised me we would have forever, on earth and in heaven, she would never leave me behind… I thought about it, and accepted it, that this was a trial of fate that I was convinced to accept, and conquer, but my daughters needed me, they needed their father, they needed us both, but for now, only I was here, and Bella would bust me for it if I negated my responsibilities to our children while she was in here. I knew better than to abandon them, all they needed was us, and I had to care for them, perfectly until their mother was back, because one thing I knew for sure was that my wife would always come back to me.

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BPOV
"Momma. Momma. Get up. Wake up Momma, Please, wake up" I opened my eyes and was met by … my eyes. Nessie was hovering over me, looking like an angel in a white dress and staring at me worriedly.

"Hi baby" I said, and noticed how dry my throat was.

"I'll get daddy, he sad Momma" she said, and her eyes watered for a second before she left the room. Nessie was probably the only one year old child that would be trusted in a hospital room by herself to look over a person, until they woke up.

It was two seconds before Edward came running into the room, both of our daughters in his arms, his eyes clouded with tears of relief as he gave me his breathtaking smile. It was a surprise really, I knew I would never get tired of his smile, or get used to the bolt of electricity that surged through me whenever he touched me, but I had come to expect it.

He put both girls down in a chair that was at the foot of my bed and in one step was at my side. Nessie patted Allie's back as she hugged her sister, and watched her parents. He was next to me, his eyes had finally spilled over, and he practically threw himself at me, being careful not to touch or hurt me where my wound was. He held me tight, his lips pressed against mine, his eyes never leaving mine. He looked like a blind man seeing the sun for the very first time, almost as if he thought that if he looked away, my eyes would close again. I felt his torso against a bulge in my stomach I was sure wasn't there before.

"Edward…" I asked in confusion and he looked down to where my hand was rubbing my too large, round stomach.

"Bella I was so afraid we had lost you, it's been a while love…" He said.

"How long?" I asked in fear.

"Two months" I gasped. Two months? I had missed two months of my life. I didn't get to tell Edward about the baby, I didn't get to watch Allie continue to learn piano, or catch Nessie reading a medical journal. I didn't get to look into Edward's eyes for two months.

"We come to visit you everyday Momma" said Nessie, and Allie was looking at me as if she hadn't seen me in a really long time.

"Oh my babies" I cried and extended my arms to them. Edward picked Allie up first and put her to my left one the hospital bed, Nessie on my right, both of them on my arms. Allie was on my left because it was my good side, Nessie was smart enough to not lean on the bandaged area, and simply put her head close to my stomach.

I held them for a while before recognition set in.

"Edward I should be this big in four months, I wasn't even this big when I was having the girls…" I told him, or more like asked him, confused.

He looked reluctant, but happy, but fearful, but knowledgeable; all these different emotions crossed his face at once.

"Bella you're pregnant" he said, and I glared at him for joking around with the obvious.

"I know that Edward Cullen, I-"

"No, Bella-he interrupted me- you're really, really pregnant."

Two really's. Oh my god. I wasn't pregnant. I wasn't really pregnant. I was really, really pregnant. Of my F*****ng god!

"Three?" I whispered.

"Three" he said and a smile lit up his face.

"How are we going to raise five children?" I said, fearfully, this was too much.

"Just like we raise two, one day at a time, if any family could do it, it's ours, plus we'll have help." He told me, squeezing my hand.

"Mommy have baby" said Allie, while Nessie silently nodded and raised three fingers, not that I thought Allie could understand.

Nessie put a palm on my stomach and stared at me with wide eyes, I wondered what she could be seeing that I didn't, it was so different really, the way she viewed the world. Sometimes she would stare at a squirrel on a tree or a puddle of water for five minutes, and I wondered what she saw that was so different, it caught her attention for so long. She really was one of a kind.

"Do we know the sex yet?" I asked him

"No. I wanted to wait till there momma was back so we could find out as a family."

"When can we do it?" I asked, a little frightened by the fact that I was carrying three children in me, three little beings depending on me for survival.

"As soon as we can get an appointment, but there's this one thing…" he started, and his brow was furrowed again.

"What Edward? What is it?"

It's going to have to be a cesarean. You run a risk of hemorrhaging during birth, and it's the only way, I can't, I just can't lose you… not again" he said and his expression was one of heartbreak.

"You never lost me, you won't, I promise, I'll be here, with you… with our babies." I told him, taking a hand to cup the side of his face. He put the palm of his hand over mine and brought it to his lips, his eyes closed; he placed a gentle, fearful kiss on it,

"I'll call everyone; they'll want to know you're awake."

"Edward, I want to know what the babies will be" I begged him, giving him a little pout.

"As soon as we can we will…"

SHE"S ALIVE! Duh. It wouldn't be good if she died. Just not Twilight without Bella and Edward, and we all know what would happen to him if we lost her. THE VOLTURI WOULD KILL HIM! And I just can't fathom to live in a world (Imaginary) where he doesn't exist. Next Chapter will be up later tonight seeing as I can't sleep while the sun is down… Argh. REVIEW!