Congrats to all who caught onto the egg thing early in the game. x] But anyhow.. I'm gonna try using Carlisle's POV for this. I dunno how well it'll turn out, and just remember: I have to go off of Breaking Dawn for a bunch of this because I'm no vampire pregnancy guru. And I have to use descriptions and stuff from it, but I'm trying to make it in my own words. xD Well, the last time I checked, I wasn't. And he may be slightly OoC.. Because throughout the whole pregnancy is JACOB'S POV. Which will make this a bit harder, so it may take me a bit more time to update, because this will take longer, because it requires more thinking than I usually have to give my chapters. And I'm trying not to put Jake in there, and make it like Breaking Dawn. But.. I'm thinking about bringing Edward back, so you can all figure out if she really was seeing him, or not. But anyhow, I apologize sincerely for this extremely long A/N xD But it had to be done. :) Now read my pathetic attempts at Carlisle's POV. x]

And before you all get confused: Carlisle, Bella, Alice, Rose, Esme, Emmett, and Esme are there. Edward is no where to be found.

Chapter Twenty-Two
Carlisle's Point Of View

I sighed, pacing the floor of my office. Bella was only two weeks pregnant, and.. I sighed again. I couldn't believe I had done this to her. That I had.. That I was killing her.

The door opened. "Carlisle, could you please stop with all the guilt? I feel like I just ran over some little girl's cat," Jasper said, his face scrunched up.

"Sorry." I ran my hands through my hair and sat down, resting my elbows on my knees. "I'm just so.."

"Guilty?" Jasper offered, trying to calm me down.

"Yeah. I can't believe that it's my fault that she.. That she's dying.. That.." I trailed off, closing my eyes.

"Carlisle, stop blaming yourself," a voice said from the doorway. I looked up. It was Esme. "It's not your fault. How were we to know what it would do? We've never dealt with this kind of thing before." Her voice was consoling. Comforting.

"But I can't save her," I said quietly. "Venom.. doesn't always.. Can't always save everything." Bella's heart beat faltered and got stronger, as if to prove my point. "If her heart gives out - It's already going too fast - then venom won't work."

Jasper had left the room, not being able to face me with the overwhelming guilt rolling off of me, and it was just me and Esme.

She crouched down in front of me. "Carlisle, please stop blaming yourself. Bella will find a way to make it her fault if she sees you like this," Esme said. "Do you even know what you look like?" I shook my head. I had been trying to avoid mirrors as much as possible because I knew I looked like crap.

Esme left for a moment and came back with a small hand mirror, and she held it up to me. My jaw dropped.

I'd seen what I'd looked like angry, somewhat arrogant, and I'd seen what I looked like in pain. But this—This was beyond agony. My eyes looked half-crazed. I looked like someone had lit me on fire. The purple shadows under my eyes were nearly black, it seemed, and I looked paler than usual. More white than pale.

I sighed and got up, leaving Esme in my office.

As I made my way down the stairs, Bella looked up and smiled at me. It looked like it took all of her strength to do so.

Bella had deep circles under her eyes, dark circles that jumped out because her face was all haggard. She was thinner. Her skin seemed tight—like her cheekbones might break through it. Most of her dark hair was pulled away from her face into a messy knot—I knew that it wasn't shiny anymore—but a few strands stuck limply to her forehead and neck, to the sheen of sweat that covered her skin. There was something about her fingers and wrists that made them look so fragile that it was scary. Her legs had gotten so thin that she needed help to walk.

Before I even made it down the stairs, her skin turned light green—literally. I rushed down the stairs and grabbed the basin from the floor just in time to hold hit under her chin while she threw up noisily into it. I rubbed her back, trying to make her feel better than she did. I could feel her spine through the shirt that was several times larger than she was.

When she could raise her head, Bella smiled weakly at me, sort of embarrassed. "Sorry about that," she whispered. I let out a strangled noise. She put one of her thin hands on my cheek, trying to comfort me. She was cold and clammy.

"Bella, are you any worse, or bigger?" I asked quietly. I was being forced to be her fiancé and her doctor at the same time.

"Help me up?" she asked.

I sighed, and wrapped my arms under hers, and pulled her off the couch.

Bella's body was swollen, her torso ballooning out in a strange, sick way. It didn't look normal. It strained against the grey sweatshirt that was nearly five times too big for her—which was saying something, considering it's Emmett's sweatshirt. The rest of her seemed thinner, like the bulge had grown out of what it had sucked from her in the last two weeks. It took me a second to realize how much bigger it had been since last night. At least four centimeters. And she was only two weeks pregnant. She shouldn't be this big. Not that big.

But she was. And it was my fault.

I really didn't want to see this, or to think about it. I didn't want to think of what I'd put inside her. I didn't want to think about how something that she loved, and that I hated had taken root in the body I loved. If I had a stomach, it would be heaving.

But it was worse than that, so much worse, I thought, staring down at Bella's stomach as I supported her. Her distorted body.. The bones jabbing against the skin of her face.. I could only guess that she looked like this—so pregnant, so sick—because whatever it was that was inside her.. was taking her life to feed its own. Because it was a monster. Just like me.

"Carlisle?" she whispered, her sunken eyes filled with worry. They were the only thing the same about her. Even her voice was wrong. It was all scratchy.

"Yes, love?" I could tell that she was worried about me. Very much so. Always thinking of others before herself.

"Please don't feel bad about this. It was my choice." She trembled, and I sat her back on the couch slowly.

"It wasn't your choice for me to cause this to happen, now, was it?" I asked quietly, running my finger down her brittle face.

"No, but it was my choice to keep him," she said, running her hand over her swollen belly.

"Him?" We hadn't been able to get an ultrasound—The skin was too thick.

A light pink tint came into her cheeks. "I've decided that it's a boy. I can just feel it." She smiled, and it looked out of place on her face. "I'm naming him CJ."

"CJ?"

"Carlisle James," she whispered.

My un-beating heart gave a slight twinge. My first and middle name all wrapped into one monster.

"Rosalie?" I called, pressing a kiss to Bella's cold lips.

"Yes?"

"Will you stay with Bella? I need to talk to Alice for a moment," I said, getting up. Bella watched me go as I left without waiting for Rosalie to answer me. I couldn't take seeing her like that. It was ripping me apart.

As I headed to the attic, I wondered what was going to happen to my sweet, innocent Bella, of whom I had damned to a death so painful that it hurt me to even think about.

I'm so evil. D: The next chapter will have some Alice POV in it. Review and tell me how bad it sucks. I sorry if it does. xD