PART TWO: Isle Esme

Bella sat on the bathroom floor, eying the lacy French lingerie Alice had packed for her. She imagined herself wearing it, but it was not Edward she saw in her vision; it was Jasper.

I am about to sleep with Edward when I've betrayed him so much. With his own brother! Oh lord, I can't do it.

She did all she could to not hyperventilate. Forget this, she thought. I have to leave what Jasper and I had in the past. Edward is my future. So with that, she hitched her towel up higher under her arms and walked onto the beach, where Edward was waiting for her in the water.

She couldn't believe the feathers, the bruises. Jasper did not have nearly as close to the self-restraint and control that Edward had, and yet he had not hurt her or destroyed anything.

"I'm so sorry Bella," Edward said, hiding his face.

"I will not make love to you until you are changed."

Did those words really just come out of Edward's mouth? Bella thought she would die. After losing Jasper, she craved love. She needed something to replace the emptiness she felt.

Then her mind began to wander. Did Edward somehow find out about her and Jasper? Did he intentionally hurt her?

He would never, she thought, but she wasn't so sure.

The days passed quickly, beginning with scarfing down scorching hot eggs, and ending with gobbling down more eggs. In between varied day by day; sometimes Edward distracted her with words like "underwater caves" and "swimming with dolphins". Never what she wanted, which was to stay at the house and enjoy their alone time.

You all read about the night Bella woke up crying after having that "amazing dream". She finally changed Edward's mind, and they started sleeping together again, blah blah blah. I wonder if Bella would rather be sleeping with Jasper and Edward… Why she would want the dream to be real so badly. Who do you think?

Anyway, Bella got what she wanted.

One night, Bella awoke from a terrible nightmare. Edward was out hunting, so she went downstairs. She fried up some chicken. It burned her tongue, but she was so hungry. After it cooled down, she began to notice that it tasted odd. She promptly spit out the chicken and threw the rest away. On one trip to the bathroom to vomit, she looked in her suitcase for Pepto-Bismol. She stumbled upon a little blue box that should have but had not been opened. She calculated in her head again and again.

Oh my god, I'm pregnant.

What if it's not Edward's? If it's Jasper's, it would tear the family apart. I would rather die than see anybody get hurt. It just has to be Edward's baby.

I'd rather have Jasper be the father. I'd rather be married to Jasper. I love him. I don't think I feel the same about Edward anymore.

This is NOT good.