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From now, we kind of alternate between Edward and Bella until we have only EPOV, close to the very end. He decided to open up at the end, and Bella shied away. I bet everyone loves EPOV.
After a particular loud shouting contest with Edward for making dinner for V-Day on a day before that, I turned to storm out of the kitchen. A sharp pain came from my stomach. One hand slapped against the wall as the other hand wrapped around my stomach after a particular hard kick.
"Holy shit!" I yelled. "Edward."
He was by my side in a second. Okay, maybe more because the cast still incapacitated him. "Is it time?" he asked frantically, probably ready to call for an ambulance.
"I think it's just…I shouldn't have gotten angry."
"Well, I'm sorry for trying to make something nice. And you weren't supposed to be awake," he muttered.
"I was thirsty! Ow. I think it's contractions, Edward."
He snatched the phone from the counter and dialed 911. Before the ambulance arrived, he went to grab the bag we had ready and woke Abby up.
I fell on a chair trying to breathe regularly, through my contractions. I knew it was stupid to waste money on the stupid Lamaze classes.
Marcus had told me that natural birth was the best. I wasn't so sure. After the pain I've been through the last time…no thanks.
Cody came to me and put his huge head on my knee, sighing and drooling on me.
"Hey, boy." I patted his head, trying to focus on him and not on the pain.
"We're done!" Edward said coming in the kitchen with Abby's hand in his.
I couldn't even scold him for not changing her from her pajamas. I heard the sirens approaching and decided to get up.
After getting Abby dressed in her winter jacket and boots, Edward opened the front door and I was helped in the ambulance. I kept answering all the questions the EMT had, while paying attention to Abby's whining too.
Because she had been woken up, she didn't want a brother anymore. Typical.
"Wasn't it yesterday when you said you wanted to meet him?" I asked through gritted teeth.
The EMT woman told me to breathe and I wanted to punch her in the eye. I was fucking breathing! Or else I'd be dead.
She must have administrated me morphine or something for the pain because everything became hazy, and I felt awesome. When we arrived at the hospital, I was wheeled inside while Edward was telling Abby he couldn't really carry her since his leg didn't allow him much to do.
After sitting in a hospital bed listening to them bicker for what felt like an eternity, Marcus rushed inside looking tired.
"You have perfect timing, Mrs. Cullen," he said in greeting.
"Oh, I'm sorry. If you want to blame someone, blame Edward," I said amused.
"I just wanted to make her dinner for V-Day. A surprise!" he demanded.
"But that's tomorrow," Marcus said calmly, probably trying to placate us.
"Exactly!" I shouted. "He knows I hate Valentine's Day, and not only he forgot what day it is, but tried to make dinner forgetting to keep an eye on Abby!"
"You know something?" Edward snapped. "I'll never try to make anything nice. Ever!" he shouted, leaving the room.
The sound of the door closing made me burst in tears. Marcus stopped checking the monitor and took my hand.
"You're just over emotional right now. He's worried. Every dad is worried. I thought you knew from the last time." He nodded to Abby who was sitting on the other bed, dangling her feet over the edge, looking all cute. "Though, I wasn't there to see how Edward reacted."
I giggled, remembering how scared shitless he had been. He even admitted to have probably peed in his pants.
"I'm going to check for an empty room to do this. You should meet your little boy in a couple of hours," Marcus said with his trademark grin on his face before leaving.
"You heard that, baby?" I asked Abby, trying to cheer her up.
"I don't want a little brother anymore!" she said petulantly.
"This is all you get. You can't talk your dad into getting a little sister," I said seriously. Two is more than enough.
"I don't want anyone else!" she whined. "Patrick said his parents ignore him now that he has a little sister!"
And there was the confession I'd been waiting. She had kept hinting that she didn't want a brother for a month now. I should have known the conversations at pre-school made her aware of the parents having to divide themselves between the children.
"We won't do that," I promised her.
I got a smile from her. "Now that you're fighting with Daddy, he gets to stay with me, and you with the little brother."
I laughed, shrugging. "I won't be fighting with your father for long," I whispered.
Just to confirm my words, the door burst open and Edward zoomed to my side. "I'm so fucking sorry, Bella." He grabbed his hair then slapped his forehead. He reached in his back pocket for the wallet, grabbed a bill and handed it to Abby before she could ask.
"We shouldn't have done this," I murmured.
"It's better to bribe her with money than candies."
"We shouldn't have bribed her with anything," I insisted. "Ah," I moaned, feeling the effects of the drug wearing off. "Can you find a nurse?"
"On it. Sorry again." He kissed my cheek and hobbled out of the room.
I couldn't help but laugh. At first, when Abby had broken his leg on purpose to keep him home, I was really mad then I saw how cute he was. And when she drew stuff on his cast, he even encouraged her. A grown man walking around with little, pink hearts on his cast. The things he did for Abby. Edward's excuse was that V-Day was coming and he had to feel it.
The next couple of hours were spent with me trying to see if I could break the window at how loud I was screaming or if I could break Edward's wrist while Marcus encouraged me to push harder. At some point I was sure I heard a sniff from Edward, and I felt bad for hurting him, but I had to anchor on something and the bed wasn't doing it for me.
Once my little boy was out, I slumped back and Edward mumbled about going to check if his wrist was cracked. I was glad Sylvia was in the hospital and she had offered to keep an eye on Abby since Ed and Liz were nowhere to be found. Edward had tried contacting them for almost an hour before the whole screaming contest had started.
"Dammit, you look like a little lamb. Not five minutes ago, I truly feared for my well-being," Edward grumbled as he scowled at me.
Marcus came to my side with a small bundle and immediately I wrapped him in my arms. I was exhausted, and I was afraid my arms weren't strong enough to hold him, but I shouldn't have worried. The little man was perfect.
"I think he has your nose," Edward whispered, sitting next to me.
"My nose isn't that big! It's definitely your nose," I hissed.
"Guys, do you ever get along? Not even now when you have a little miracle in your hands?" Marcus questioned, cocking his head.
"Man, she said my nose is big!" Edward exclaimed as quietly as he could.
Marcus shook his head, telling me that he'll check on us in a few hours. "She's right," he added just before leaving the room with the nurse that had assisted him.
"What?" Edward gasped.
I laughed, squeezing his hand. "I still love you. No worries, sweetie."
Edward pursed his lips, leaning closer to inspect every feature of the newest member of our family. I realized too late his intention when two fingers pinched the little cheek. Obviously, not used to being woken up or poked, the baby started wailing making Edward jumped back.
"You're such an idiot," I complained. "Why would you do that? Shh. I'm sure he didn't mean it. He usually has good intentions. You'll get used to it," I soothed the small man.
He kept crying, but gradually relaxed as I bounced him a little. Abby had been quiet the first couple of weeks. But the little devil probably knew when we were left alone with her, and she started acting up.
"You can start calling the family," I whispered to Edward as I stroked the small warm head that was pressed to my breast.
"They'll want a name," he mumbled. "We couldn't even find a name." He fisted his hair, narrowing his eyes at the baby, deep in thought. "And please, don't try to name him after me."
"Edward the Third," I joked. My smile faded when his scowled deepened. Okay. Edward was a no. Maybe…Anthony? Would it be too much? As if knowing what I was thinking, Edward shook his head.
The door opened and Sylvia stepped in with Abby. I wanted to protest when I saw Abby eating chocolate at that ungodly hour, but she was too cute.
"Hey, guys. I couldn't keep her away. She wanted to meet her brother," Sylvia explained.
"Now, you want him again?" Edward confused.
"Of course. I'm going to take care of Daniel."
"Daniel?" Edward and I asked loudly.
Sylvia looked at us confused. "Isn't that how you planned on naming him? She kept saying Daniel."
I shook my head, watching Abby surprised. "Why Daniel?" I asked.
"Daddy liked it."
Edward groaned. "You made me play Elton John."
"You said Daniel is a nice name."
"Daniel is perfect," I told them. "I like Daniel."
"I'm gonna call around and tell them about Daniel," Edward said, still sounding shocked. He should have known better than to have that conversation with Abby.
Once he was gone, Sylvia sat next to me. We talked for a little while until I saw Abby looked upset. What now?
"Abby? What happened? Come here." I patted the spot next to me.
"He has a cool name."
"And you don't? Abigail is really unique." Sylvia took the words out of my mouth.
"Did you watch the cat movie before? Did I look like a goose?" Abby mumbled.
I couldn't help but laugh, and once Sylvia remembered about the geese from the Aristocats, she was laughing with me. Abigail and Amelia. I shouldn't have allowed Abby to see that movie, though it was too beautiful not to watch.
"Your dad chose the name, and I bet he wasn't thinking of geese at the time," I told her.
"No one has that name," she complained.
Right. She was at the age when if she didn't have what the other kids had, she wasn't cool. In about ten years she'd want to be different. Humans were weird.
"That means you're special," I reminded her. "I haven't met a person named Isabella, and I'm not upset."
"Then he needs another name."
"No, Daniel is perfect. We'd think of a special second name," I promised. "Aren't you tired? I am."
Abby shrugged and kept looked at her little brother. "He's too little. He can't play with me."
Edward returned with the phone held away from his ear. His whole face was red. He was angry.
I wanted some rest. Was it too much to ask?
"Can you find a cot for the baby? I'm ready to sleep," I told Sylvia. She nodded and breezed out of the room.
"Talk. With. Emmett." Edward put the phone in my hand and carefully took Daniel from my arms.
"Head. Careful," I warned him. Edward rolled his eyes as he slumped on the other bed. Abby went to him and continued to look at her brother.
"Em?" I whispered, sagging on the bed and closing my eyes.
"I heard you don't have a second name. You promised, Boop."
"I promised nothing. I remember telling you no. A huge, fat NO," I grumbled. "You heard Esme. She named you Emmett because she liked some actor."
"Then I'm going to tell Alice," he conceded.
"Is she pregnant and I don't know?" I asked beyond amused. He had to get over himself.
"Nope. I don't know what Jazz is waiting for."
"Em, I'm really tired and believe me I don't want to talk about Jasper and Alice's sex life." I caught Edward's eye and shook my head. Why did he give me the phone?
Thankfully, Emmett got the hint and we hung up soon after he tried again to make me name my baby after him. When hell will freeze.
During the night, I heard some commotion and someone making Edward move to the couch, but I was too tired to see who my new roommate was. Though, Edward sounded agitated. He kept shouting – quietly – and demanding answers. That meant he knew the person.
But I didn't understand why they'd bring a new patient in my room. It wasn't like I was allowed to keep Daniel like the last time. It was flu season, and Sylvia told me he was better with the other babies, at the hospital's nursery. I had agreed reluctantly.
When I couldn't take any more of the heated whispered contest, I rolled on my side, toward the dim light and saw a doctor stitching someone's head. Looking carefully at the person, I realized that I knew her. It was Elizabeth.
My heart stopped and started double speed. What happened?
Edward was pacing at the foot of her bed, muttering things I didn't understand. Finally, the doctor left and I could see Liz better.
"Holy shit"! I shouted, seeing her swollen eye.
"Bella!" she gasped.
"Talk. Now. The doctor's gone. TALK!" Edward demanded.
"I told you what happened!" she insisted. "Since you saw me in ER." So Edward had brought her here.
"Who did that to you?" I whispered, afraid of her answer.
She moaned. "Do you two have no faith in Ed? He's not even in the city! He left last night when an old friend called him to help him with a case, in Alabama."
"You ran in a door," Edward said deadpanned.
"No, I didn't!"
"Then just tell us! Dammit, Mom!" He grabbed his hair, tugging at it. He called her mom. I bet he didn't even realize.
Liz sighed. "I was attacked."
"What were you doing out at this hour? It's too early to be out!" Edward demanded.
"I saw your missed calls. I was sleeping so I didn't hear the phone," she explained. She had been out because of us.
"Who did this?" Edward asked, sitting down.
"Do you think I saw them? It was my fault for trying to save my phone at least. I gave them the money…I needed the phone. I thought something had happened with Bella."
"Why didn't you call us, instead of going to our house?" Edward asked agitated. "Why?"
"Do you think I was thinking rationally?" she wondered. "I'm fine. That's all that matters."
"You're fine! You're nothing but fine! They could have killed you!"
We finally calmed down and Elizabeth promised to always call before jumping to the wrong conclusion. I'd never seen Edward so worried about her.
I should have expected my second child to come in the world creating havoc. It wouldn't have been part of our lives, if that didn't happen.
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