PART THREE: Pregnant

Once they returned to Forks, Rosalie became the bodyguard of Bella and her unborn child. No matter who the father was, she couldn't see herself without this little child.

I want to name him Jazz. I want him and Jasper and I to live together, and I want to be with him for all of eternity.

As the days wore on and she grew weaker, she tried to forbid these thoughts from her mind. It was impossible to forget those times with Jasper, and how much she loved him and wanted to be with him. He disappeared often, probably to go somewhere where he could think freely without his thoughts being read by Edward.

Then, one seemingly normal afternoon, just the day before Carlisle was to return and deliver the baby…. It happened.

The blood, spilt on the carpet.

Reaching. Splitting. Pain. Screams.

Then, choking.

Burning, excruciating pain.

She knew that Edward's venom was flowing through her, burning her. That was what she had wanted, after all: him to be the one to transform her. Now, however, she only wished it was Jasper who did it.

What kept her going was thinking of Jasper and her new baby girl. She was beautiful, and she was Jasper's. She looked nothing like Jasper, and oddly looked like Edward, but Bella knew that Renesmee was Jasper's.

After what seemed like a lifetime of burning, the pain began to fade, until it was gone. When she saw herself, she didn't recognize the beautiful woman in the mirror. When Jasper saw Bella, he couldn't control the thoughts in his mind before Edward read them.

"Jasper?" Edward whispered, obviously hurt and devastated.

Jasper didn't know what to say. Alice's thoughts proved what Edward feared, though.

"How could you do this to me? My own brother! My wife!"

"Technically, at the time, you weren't married."

"Oh you son of a b-!" Edward leaped towards Jasper, but Alice predicted it and pushed Jasper out of the way before Edward could smash into him. Not that it would hurt.

Jasper and Edward circled each other, Jasper looking frightened and Edward looking hostile. "Edward, just wait and we'll explain-"

"Just tell me this, is the baby mine? IS RENESMEE MINE?" Edward screamed; if vampires could cry, tears would be streaming down his beautiful stone face.

"I'm so sorry Edward," Bella whispered, sobbing, but no tears would flow from her red eyes.

Edward slumped to the ground. "Not my little girl." And he did what no other vampire ever had before: he fainted.