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Chapter 18

Louise's POV:

I quickly got dressed and walked down the stairs. From the hallway I could smell the freshly made toast warming under the grill. As I stood in the kitchen doorway I watched Paul empty the contents of a tin of baked beans into a microwave bowl. I sneaked up behind him and put my arms around his waist. He stopped what he was doing and put his hands on my arms.

"Who could this be?" he asked as he turned around to kiss my forehead. "Breakfast is almost ready. I'll bring it through to the living room in a minute sweetheart" I walked through to the small but cozy living room at the front of the house, and sat down on the black leather sofa. When the living room door opened I expected to see Paul carrying a tray of food, but instead, Denise, Paul's mum, stood in her peach dressing gown holding a copy of this month's 'Cosmopolitan' magazine.

"Morning, darlin'" She said as she sat down on the couch opposite from me. "Did you sleep okay?" I nodded my reply as Paul came in carrying my beans on toast. He sat it down on the coffee table in front of me and sat beside me on the couch.

"Bon appetite!" he said, in a phony French accent. His mum laughed

"When did you learn to speak French? And you can make breakfast for Louise but not for your poor old mother?" She laughed again. "Watch you don't get food poisoning Louise, he was never a great chef, our Paul." Her laugh was infectious, as I started chuckling too.

"Hey! Enough about my cooking. I make legendary beans on toast. Isn't that right Lou?" Instead of responding, I just continued laughing. I had to admit though, my breakfast was quite nice.

When I was finished eating, and Paul's mum was upstairs getting ready for work, Paul pulled me onto his lap and stroked my hair gently.

"I still can't believe we're having twins. . ." I laughed. He kept saying this. We'd found out over a week ago, and he still couldn't get his head round it. Then again, neither could I, really.

"Should we not, you know, tell your mum and dad?" He looked rather unsure. So he should! I just laughed.

"You remember how my dad reacted when he found out we were having one baby! I think if we told him that we were having two he might just explode!"

"They're going to find out sooner or later, babe." He was still smoothing out my hair with his hand.

"And I choose later" I said with a smile.

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Bella's POV:

I lay on the sofa all day, trying to sleep. I knew fine well that it was impossible. I could lie here for one hundred years and not so much as doze off. But still I tried. It wasn't so much the chance to rest that I wanted. I wanted unconsciousness to soak my body. I wanted to drown in drowsiness, and not to resurface. At least not until he was home. And safe.

Alice tried to get me to hunt. I hadn't hunted in over a week. But I couldn't go hunting. More importantly, I didn't want to go.

When it got to 4 o'clock, and I still hadn't spoken to anyone, I got up, went to my – I couldn't bear to think of it as our – bedroom and retrieved my iPod. I hadn't listened to it in a while, but how I knew I had to sink into emotional lyrics and let them burn my ears. When I got back to the living room and lay down on the sofa, I found the right album, skipped all of the up-beat, major-key music and let the rest seep into my body.

Alice's POV:

Bella was starting to scare us. She looked worse from one hour to another. Soon she began to look scary. Lifeless. In truth, she was lifeless without Edward.

When she stood up to go upstairs, I thought perhaps she realized that moping was useless and that she should hunt. But my assumption was wrong. She came back downstairs with her music player in hand, and lay back down on the sofa, flicked through the songs for a few seconds until she found what she wanted, and, yet again, closed her eyes, becoming a motionless statue again.

After twenty minutes of her listening to the same song, I'd had enough. I went over and took the earphones out of her ears. I expected her to protest, but instead she just opened her eyes, and stared at me, no emotion in her face whatsoever. As I held the small ear buds in my fingers, I heard the lyrics more clearly. I put one of the buds in my left ear and sat listening to Bella's iPod. . . .

". . .Music starts playing like the end of a sad movie,

It's the kinda ending you don't really want to see,

'Coz it's tragedy and it'll only bring you down,

Now I don't know what to be without you around. .

"No-one here to save me,

You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand,

And I can't breathe without you but I have to

Breathe without you, but I have to. . ."

"Bella, everything's going to be okay." She was just staring blankly at the ceiling now.

"You can't know that" She said, still expressionless.

"But I do. I know that, no matter what, we are going to find Edward, and everything will be fine again. But right now, your daughter – and everyone else for that matter – is worried sick about you. You need to be strong for Renesmee's sake. She misses him too, but if she has you then everything will only be half as bad, okay?" For the first time in hours, I got a real response from Bella.

"You're right. I need to look after her. I need to get dressed." She sat up and turned off her iPod.

"Thank you" I gave her a hug and patted her back. "And we will get him back Bella. I promise you that. It's just figuring out how to get him back."

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