A/N: This is only my second fanfic so I hope everyone likes it…..I own nothing but John Folder

Ch. 8 Love

Bella's POV

"Bells, is that you?"

"Yes it's me."

"Okay, why don't we just go to bed for the day? You have had a really bad day and I was on patrol all night last night."

"Okay let's go." He grabbed my hand and walked us slowly up the steps, into his bedroom of the apartment and he laid down. I laid next to him and used his chest as my pillow. He pulled a blanket over us and he drifted off to sleep fast. As soon as his breathing got heavier I knew he was sleeping. I just couldn't hold it back anymore. I was silently in tears and they were staining Jacob's shirt.

I couldn't even put it together that my baby was gone. I still had a slight baby bump and it reminded me of when I was about 4 months pregnant, except now there was no baby. I gently ran my fingers over the bump and cried harder.

Jacob's POV

What could I do? My Bella is broken again and there was nothing I could do to pick up the pieces and fix it this time. I knew she thought I was sleeping but I wasn't. I saw her running her fingers over her little belly and her crying. I cradled my arms around her and pulled her up to my face and had her lying on my chest.

"Bells its ok." I kissed her forehead and put my hand over hers. "Bells you can have another baby when you are ready."

"But it won't be Addison. She was so special and tiny. She wasn't even crying when it happened and I didn't even try to stop him. I just sat there."

"Bells there was nothing you could do. He was a horrible, horrible person. Anyone that can kill a baby is a selfish bastard."

"I don't know what I saw in him."

"Bells everyone makes mistakes. It will be okay."

Bella's POV

Jacob was so supportive and was being the greatest thing I could ever ask for right now. He loved me and I loved him. I would have another baby someday but this one would be a gift from God given to me and Jacob. Right now though I had to start planning my baby's funeral.

This was the hardest thing that I have ever had to do. Imagine planning a funeral for someone so tiny, so new to the world, so loved.

2 years later

Jacob and I are married and expecting. Edward and I are best friends. Edward and Jacob get along a little.

"Baby?"

"Yes Bells?"

"What are we doing today?"

"Whatever you want, babe."

"Okay." Jacob came over and sat next to me and pulled me up onto his lap. Then we sat there for awhile and he gently rubbed my back and my belly.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Jacob was going to be the best father. He was so ready to have a baby; I think he was more ready than I was. The day we found out, we went to the store and he already bought clothes. We decided not to find out the sex of the baby until he or she is born. It's more fun that way.

"So what is your night looking like? For patrol?"

"All night again. I'm sorry baby. I should be home by 2am."

"I will wait up for you."

"The hell you will."

"Yes I will."

"No you won't"

"Why not?"

"You need to get your sleep." And he rubbed my belly.

"Honey all I do is sleep. I will rent a couple of movies and wish that you were on the couch with me."

"You will go to bed."

"No I won't"

"Whatever, you will."

"Stop no I won't"

"Whatever. When is your next appointment?"

"Next Tuesday"

"Okay."

"So you won't be home till 2?" and I made a puppy face.

"I'm sorry."

"It's ok I understand."

"I love you."

"I love you too." I bent up and kissed him. Then he turned up the TV and the news was on.

"What is it ba-"

"Shh." And he put a finger over my lips. He focused hard on the TV and paid no attention to me. When a commercial came on I whispered to him.

"What is it Jacob?"

"I need to see Sam. Get a coat, you can't stay here."

"Jacob!?"

"Get in the car!"