Stephenie has it all. I just decided to play with her characters and add some of mine.
Beta'd by TeamAllTwilight.
This is exactly where we are in the story. Right before chapter 77.
Just to brag a little...this is what my dear friend and beta commented about the outtake: THIS WAS EXCELLENT…..I FOUND NOTHING WRONG AT ALL! Me- *beams proudly*
"Did you get everything?" Bella asked, shuffling into the kitchen, carrying three blankets.
"What are we going to do with all the blankets? One is enough," I said, taking them from her hands.
"Edward!"
I shut up. That stern tone means business, especially now that she's pregnant. Dutifully, I carried the blankets and the cooling box to the car. She followed me out, locking the door.
"Your dog is insane," Sylvia laughed as Cody dragged her around.
We kept meaning to meet up and we never got the time, but that weekend looked like a good idea. I was starting the play-offs in a week and I knew that I wouldn't find time for us and friends.
When we climbed in the car, I cringed when I heard Cody scratching at the leather, but I let him explore and get used to it. He was an easily scared dog. I didn't want to know what had happened to the poor thing before we got him. Bella relaxed in the passenger seat, arranging the seatbelt over her stomach.
"I can't wait for this to be over," she moaned.
"You heard the doctor. Any day now," I reminded her. We had gone to her appointment yesterday and when the doctor said that we'd meet our child in under five days, Bella exclaimed something 'about time' but I knew she was just as happy to meet her. Or him. I still wished it was a girl. What guy wouldn't want a little girl?
"Does he ever get tired?" Sylvia asked from the backseat where she was holding our hyper dog.
"When he sleeps," I answered amused.
"Can't you make him sleep now?"
"I thought you liked dogs."
"He's really…"
"Annoying," Bella mumbled. "You can say it. And very stubborn."
"But you love him," I reminded her. "You wanted a puppy."
"Guys, don't start, please," Sylvia pleaded.
I turned up the radio and we stayed silent, with the occasional comment on a song or at Cody to stay quiet. By ten, we were in Chief Shabbona County Forest Preserve.
After long debates of where to go and what to do, we agreed on a forest. And this one looked the best and I liked the name.
There were many people there and after finding a spot and getting settled, Bella took out the badminton racquets.
"You're not playing," I almost shouted.
"I can be the birdie girl." She winked. "I'm not playing. I'm going to walk with Cody around."
I watched apprehensively after her. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to get so far from the hospital when she was so close to her due date. Something quite hard hit the side of my head.
When I turned around, I saw a birdie at my feet and Sylvia smirking. "Stop worrying. She's okay."
"I should have listened to her. It's dangerous to be out when she's so close to…"
"Edward, we want to have some fun and forget about our problems. Come on, play with me!"
By the time Bella and Cody returned, I was losing miserably. Badminton wasn't my thing.
"We should start the grill. It may take some time," Bella told me.
"You're not allowed to play," I warned her as I pressed my racquet to her palm.
"Don't worry, we'll set the table."
It was then that I realized I had left the table home. After a murderous look from Bella, they put the plates on the blankets. It wasn't my fault. Last night, we had decided not to go after all then this morning around five, she shook me awake and told me to hurry up. For a wild second, I thought it was time…until I realized we were going to the forest.
I made sure Bella and Sylvia were busy with putting the plates and plastic forks on the blanket before I called Emmett.
"Hey bro!" he answered cheerfully. "Big news?"
"Hey, no big news," I grumbled. That was his standard greeting for the past two weeks.
"Then why are you calling?" He sounded like he didn't even want to talk to me. Everything was about the baby lately.
"I need your help. We're at the forest…and I have no idea how to use the grill."
"You need twigs and coal."
"I have," I said, snapping the twigs Bella had brought with her from her stroll with Cody. "I set them on fire?"
"Yes and then you wait a little for them to start burning. You put the grill on and put the meat on it," he explained.
"I see. You don't mind if I call you again?"
He laughed. "I don't. Hold on." I heard him talking with someone in the background. While I waited for him, I set the twigs and coal on fire. "Okay, I can talk. Rick doesn't like to share his blocs."
"Oh, how are they?" I asked, smiling. Out of his boys, Rick was my favorite. He reminded me of myself when I was young.
"They get along…nine hours per day. And eight of them they are asleep."
"Oh, come on, Em! I'm sure they're not so bad."
"Edward, you don't live with them. I have a headache every fucking day! By the way, you have to visit. We've run out of signed caps."
"You can send them here. We're not going anywhere now," I told him seriously. "Besides, play offs start next week."
"Is it April already?" he moaned.
"Yeah," I chuckled. "Let me guess, you forgot about Rose's birthday."
"No, I didn't!" he shouted. "Okay, maybe. A little."
"Edward! Are you seriously cooking? Or having a chat with…whoever you're talking to!" Bella snapped.
"Shit. Gotta go, Em. Cranky wife," I mumbled.
"I heard you, Edward Cullen!"
"It was good to hear you one last time," Emmett laughed and hung up.
I slowly turned to Bella and gave her my best smile. At first, it didn't work but as I kept smiling and hugging her, she slowly melted against me.
"Why must you upset me?" she murmured.
"I'm really sorry. I was talking to Emmett."
"Oh, how are the boys?"
"Still separated, but somehow Nick got to Rick's blocs." I shook my head, imagining the tantrum.
"Ouch. I think…a small part of me wants a girl now."
"Are you Team Edward?" I asked hopefully.
"Never!" she shouted, narrowing her eyes at me. "I'm Team Bella."
"Course you'd team up with yourself. I talked with Jake the other day," I said grinning. "He's my team. I may win."
"How so?" Bella put her hands on her hips. "When did you get more people on your team?"
I started putting the chicken breasts on the grill, watching her with the corner of my eye. "Before you kill me, I didn't mean to say it. It slipped."
"Talk fast to save your ass."
"That rhymes." I laughed but stopped when I saw she wasn't amused. "Okay, so it was after last week's practice. We were in the lockers…and one guy asked what we were having. I said I had no idea because you didn't want to know, but my bet was on girl. Then we all got talking and somehow…I told them about the bet." I gulped and gripped the tongs. "I'm their teammate…and they sided with me," I mumbled.
"Argh!" She let out a frustrated sound and marched away.
"Bella, I didn't mean to!" I shouted after her.
It was our truce: not to tell our co-workers.
"Go and talk to her," Sylvia said from behind me, taking the tongs from my hand. She didn't have to tell me twice. I sprinted after Bella.
I found her in the car, the passenger seat reclined as she lay there. I crouched next to the opened door.
"Hey," I whispered, taking her hand.
"It doesn't matter who is on your team. I'm winning. I know it's a boy," she said softly, turning her head to smile at me.
"So you're not mad?" I asked hopefully.
"You bet your ass I am!"
"Sorry." I brought her hand to my lips. "Really, but it slipped."
She burst into laughter and I frowned. She did the weirdest things during her pregnancy.
"What's so funny?" I wondered, stroking the side of her stomach.
"I was just thinking of one of Bon Jovi's album. Slippery when Wet?" she asked, rising an eyebrow at me to see if I knew it. I nodded, still not knowing what was so funny. "Well…it's silly. You said it slipped and your mouth is wet…and you get it?"
I snorted in laughter and rose to kiss her. "I love your logic. Wanna see how wet my mouth is?" I murmured against her lips.
"Edward! They're burning!" I heard Sylvia shouting and reluctantly, I left Bella's side.
An hour later, we ate half burnt chicken breasts and the fries Sylvia had brought. When we were done, Bella took ice cream from the cooling box. I didn't even know we had ice cream. That was a good thing because it wouldn't have survived.
After that, we just lay on the blankets, played cards, talked and just sat there. It was dark outside when we decided to return to the city.
"Are you sure it's okay if I sleep over?" Sylvia asked for the thousandth time.
"Yes, really. We want to brag that the guestroom is ready," Bella told her smirking.
"It took us two years, but we did it," I added proudly.
"And this time, Edward didn't need help with assembling the bed," Bella giggled, ruffling my hair.
"The bed was smaller," I mumbled. I didn't want to remember how I failed putting our bed together and how our sixteen year old neighbor had laughed at me and helped me do it. He hadn't even hit his fingers with the hammer, unlike me.
Bella snorted. "The crib is even smaller and I put it together after you almost nailed your finger to it."
"Hey!" I protested, glancing back at Sylvia who was laughing silently at us.
"It's okay, honey. You can stay in the kitchen and wash the dishes while I repair around the house," Bella told me seriously.
"I can see you in an apron, in the kitchen while Bella has a tool belt around her hips and wipes sweat with greasy hands," Sylvia exclaimed from the back seat.
"Why am I friends with you two?" I moaned, feeling my face grow hot. They just had to make fun of me.
We were on the dirt road, close to the lake when a weird sound came from the car. I prayed it was my imagination until the car stopped altogether.
"Fuck! What happened?" I asked worried, trying to restart the engine. It was dead. "Come on, baby," I whispered.
"I don't know if I should feel angry or jealous," Bella mumbled.
I casted a sideway glance and a smile to her before I tried again. Nothing. No way.
Popping open the hood, I used the flashlight we kept in the car. I couldn't see anything out of order, not like I was that good at it.
"Edward Cullen!"
My head bumped on the hood and I looked through the windshield at Bella with watery eyes. Fuck, it hurt. I gave her a shrug.
"You're out of gas, idiot!" she shouted. "Tell me you have a spare can with oil in your trunk!"
"You know I don't," I said, going to my window and looking inside. "I'm going to call the service."
She started yelling at me, every bad name in the book while I moved the hand with my phone around and over my head, hoping to get a signal. Fucking perfect. Then I heard her yell turning into a shout of pain.
"Bella?" I asked panicked, going to her side.
My eyes fell on her hand that was clutching her swollen stomach.
No.
Please, God. Not now!
Her breathing quickened as she started panicking. Sylvia leaned between the seats to ask how often the pains were. I tried to deny it was happening. Especially at that fucking inappropriate moment.
"Hurts!" Bella hissed.
My heart constricted and I remembered what her doctor had said. We had to be in a hospital when it happened. I gulped and took a calming breath.
"I'll try…getting a signal," I mumbled and walked a few feet away.
When I got two bars, I dialed 911. I had never dialed that number before and it looked weird. It made me think something bad was going to happen.
The lady that answered introduced herself and asked about my emergency. I quickly told her what had happened in too many words since I was rambling. She promised to send an ambulance. I told her to make sure they get there because I might lose my signal. She promised to do everything she could and we hung up.
When I returned to the car, Bella's seat was reclined and Sylvia was in the driver's seat, touching Bella's stomach.
"How are you?" I asked worried.
Bella shot me a murderous look. "Fucking perfect!"
Okay…I had to keep my mouth shut.
"Scoot back," Sylvia demanded softly. Bella listened to her, wailing in pain. Fuck. I hated to see her like that. Only when Sylvia raised Bella's dress, I realized what was going on.
"Are you seriously doing this? The ambulance is on the way!" I exclaimed, feeling my pulse in my throat.
"The baby is coming, Edward." She threw Bella's panties at me and I fumbled with them, finally catching and clinging to them for life.
I couldn't look at Bella. I couldn't bear to hear her moan in pain. She was always my tough Bella, but now…she was in a lot of pain. I knew I had to be there, hold her hand, distract her. We had talked and joked about it. But I seemed frozen.
"Edward, do something!" Sylvia snapped at me. "Stop staying there like a moron!"
I went to the trunk and grabbed the blankets along with the table cloth we hadn't used. Sylvia nodded when she saw them.
"Now, go and sit behind her, hold her shoulders."
"Do you know what you're doing?" I asked worried as I scrambled to sit behind Bella. She grunted when I jostled her.
"Edward, I'm a nurse! Of course, I know what I'm doing!" Sylvia told me almost scandalized. She went back between Bella's legs, muttering something about dilatation.
"Did you call the ambulance?" Bella mumbled, looking up at me.
"Yes, love. I hope they find the place." I moved her wet hair out of her eyes as they squeezed shut and a groan of pain escaped her.
Cody started barking. I had almost forgotten about him in the madness.
"Shh," I shushed him. "Be quiet."
He didn't listen and jumped from the floor of the car to the backseat, coming to sniff what we were doing.
"I'm okay," Bella whispered to him which seemed to calm him minutely. He sat down, putting his small head on his paws. "Ahh. Owww." Her hand clutched mine.
"I'm here," I whispered, pushing my panic attack away.
Bella let out a small giggle. "I think you're more scared than me."
"You think?" I asked. "I think there's a little bit coming down my pants."
"That's plain gross!" Sylvia said disgusted. "Can you refrain from peeing in your pants like a three year old and help?"
I chuckled. "What can I do?"
"Search in my purse for the meds. I have codeine. It's for the pain."
"I won't ask why you carry that shit around," I mumbled and snatched her purse, rummaging through it.
"I was sick and I took a few when I was coughing," Sylvia explained. "Give Bella two."
"Two? Are you su… Okay, jeez!" I cried out when she glared at me.
I kept whispering to Bella and trying to distract her from the pain. A smile appeared on her face about ten minutes later and I knew that the pills were effective. Then I saw Sylvia with my measuring tape.
"What are you doing?" Bella asked, giggling. "That's tickling!"
"Widen your legs. I'm measuring you. I think you're ready."
It was sure. The ambulance was lost, but I wasn't moving from behind Bella. I wasn't even sure if I could walk.
"Oh, it's perfect. Ten centimeters. You can start pushing."
"Oh my God! I can't do this!" Bella shouted. "I can't!"
"Breathe," I whispered, kissing her forehead. "You have to do this. Please. She has to come out."
"He," she moaned.
"He." I nodded. "Please. I'm right here."
"At three, you'll start pushing, okay?" Sylvia asked, positioning herself better between Bella's legs. "And you, try to stay professional."
I nodded, although I wasn't sure if I could be professional. I had never practiced medicine. And the last birth I assisted was Tanya's, years ago where I held Bob's hand.
"Push." With that lone word, my arm felt like I had needles and pins as Bella yelled out, squeezing the shit out of my hand. I could play basketball with only my left hand, right? Who needs their right hand? When the pain became too much, I might have moaned along with her.
"Again, Bella. Harder," Sylvia instructed.
"I can't!" Bella protested. "It hurts too damn much!"
"Come on, love. You can do it," I encouraged her. That's when I heard the sirens. "You hear that, Bella?"
She nodded weakly and strained her little body, her vein bulging against her forehead as she started pushing again.
"Keep pushing, don't stop! The head's almost out!"
I squeezed her back to me, kissing her hair, whispering encouragements in her ear. One push later, I heard the most beautiful sound ever. A wail. A baby wail.
"Breathe in, breathe out then push again," Sylvia told her. I had no idea how she could stay professional.
I heard a car stopping close by then doors opening and closing. The EMTs were here.
I felt Bella's body straining as she pushed again. Then it got blurry. The EMTs got the baby and Sylvia was with them, whispering furiously about something. Was the baby okay? She had to be. Or he. I didn't care anymore. I wanted the small one to be okay.
Another EMT came to checkup on Bella and asked her something then told her to push again to eliminate the afterbirth. After that, they took her to the ambulance and got in.
"Give me your car keys," Sylvia said softly.
"They're in contact," I mumbled. "Take care of Cody."
"Go." She pushed me toward the ambulance.
One EMT told me I couldn't be there and I saw red.
"I'm her fucking husband! The father of that baby!" I shouted, all my nerves exploding. I had been too wound up.
Bella raised her hand to me and I brushed past that stupid man and stopped at her side. Gripping her hand in mine and touching her forehead with the other, I leaned over her. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I guess. What is it?"
I turned to the two women that were hunched over the baby that was still wailing. That meant he or she was okay, breathing.
I felt the car moving as I got up to ask if the baby was safe. One of the women turned to me, smiling. "You're the daddy?"
I glanced at Bella and grinned. "Yeah."
"Well, I'm happy to announce you that you have a healthy little girl. She's eight lbs and thirteen oz and seventeen inches. The Apgar score is ten." She beamed at us.
But she had lost me at the word "girl." I took her from the woman's arms, as carefully as I could and sat next to Bella who sat up.
"I won the bet," I mumbled.
Bella hit my shoulder, laughing. "She's so cute."
"Her nose is so small," I said, watching every little change on the baby's face. "What is it, after all? The name?" I asked. We hadn't really decided. We kept fighting about it.
"You choose the first name. The second one is Sylvia. She helped a lot."
I chuckled, nodding. I thought for a second, running over all the names I had liked. "Abigail," I whispered, searching Bella's eyes.
A small sound came between us and I saw the baby had opened her eyes and she was sort of smiling.
"I think she likes the name. It was one of my favorites," Bella murmured, stroking the little girl's forehead.
"Okay, Abigail Sylvia Cullen it is."
Bella took her from me and I almost didn't let her. But the sight that greeted me was otherworldly. My Bella holding our small baby girl. I scooted closer and wrapped them in my arms, kissing their heads.
"When did I get so lucky?" I mumbled, wishing like hell the stupid tears wouldn't fall.
"We're both lucky, Edward," she said softly, kissing my mouth. "I love you so much."
"As I love you, Bella." I pressed my lips harder against hers and as she parted them, little Abigail started crying. I leaned back and chuckled. I had to get used to share Bella and I was never good at sharing her.
"What is it, baby?" she cooed. "I'm not allowed to kiss daddy?"
A long wail answered that indeed our kisses were going to be less and less when she was awake. We just had to make up when she was sleeping…if we weren't too tired.
"Oh, it gets better," the EMT woman said softly.
I laughed, hoping she was right. I couldn't bear the thought of not kissing Bella for longer than an hour.
At the hospital, they were rushed somewhere so the doctors could make sure they were both indeed alright. I owed Sylvia everything. If she hadn't been there, I had no idea what would have happened. I didn't even want to think of that possibility.
I went to the waiting area and when I saw families, happy, worried, anxious… I realized I had to call everyone. With a sigh, I took my phone out and started the first call.
"Hello?" a sleepy voice answered. I had no idea how late it was.
"Hi, Dad." I could hear the giddiness in my own voice. "Guess what?"
He laughed. "Am I a grandpa?" he asked excited.
"Yeah. She's a girl," I told him happy. "She's so small."
"Of course, she's small. Is Bella okay?"
"Yeah, I think so. It's a long story."
"I can't wait to hear it. We'll take the first plane there. Have you called anyone else?"
"Not yet. I can't decide who to call next," I admitted.
"I'll call you sister, I'm sure you can't deal with her squeals right now, and Charlie. You call Emmett and I think it would be nice to call Elizabeth too."
"Yeah, I'll call them," I agreed. "I'll call you later to tell you how they are."
"Okay. I'm proud of you, son."
"Thank you, Dad." I felt my nose and throat burning from resisting the tears that were coming.
After saying goodbye, I called Liz. After about five rings, she answered. If Dad was sleeping, she was really sleeping for some good hours. I had caught a glimpse of the hour before I dialed her number. It was past midnight.
"Edward?" she answered tiredly.
"Hi! I'm sorry to wake you up…but we're…at the hospital," I explained.
"Oh, is Bella in labor?"
"Eh…she already gave birth," I answered, grinning. "You can come in the morning."
"I'm coming right now," she said excited. "Edward, wake up. We have to go to the hospital. We'll be right there, honey," she told me before hanging up.
Just as I was about to call Emmett, a doctor called my name and I rushed to his side.
"Mr. Cullen?" I nodded, gripping the phone. "Please follow me."
"Are they okay? Is there something wrong?" I asked worried.
He chuckled. "They're perfect. Your wife told me Sylvia Silverstone helped. Always knew that girl had it her blood."
"Yes, she was amazing." I nodded, sighing in relief.
"Here we are. Be quiet, the little one is resting," he whispered and opened a door.
Not only the baby, but Bella was sleeping soundly too. Guess giving birth must be exhausting.
"Thank you," I whispered to the doctor who nodded and left the room.
I went to Bella's side and kissed her forehead. She didn't even stir. Then I went to the small bed where Abigail was sleeping. I loved that name.
She had a small plastic band around her little wrist and I had to physically restrain myself from picking her up and kissing her. I thought back how I had felt when I saw Bob with Irina and then how I had felt when I saw Bella with her. It was then that I knew I wanted a baby with Bella. And the small miracle was sleeping soundly before my eyes. I couldn't wait until morning to really see her. I hadn't seen the color of her eyes in the ambulance, but I hoped they were chocolate brown like her mother's.
I ghosted my index finger over her small body just to make sure she was really there, but I snatched it away when she fussed a little before sighing and going back to sleep.
"Sorry, baby," I breathed, entranced by her. I could watch her for hours.
Reluctantly, I went to the couch the hospital room provided and sat down before calling Emmett.
"I really hope you have good news because it's the only moment of peace we had in a week. I'm getting some loving here."
I snickered. "It's the best news," I whispered.
"Oh, is the baby on the way?" he asked excited.
"Right now! Tell Bella to be strong and I'll be there," Rose shouted in the background.
"Uh, she kind of…already had the baby," I explained on a low voice. "They're both okay."
"What? No!" Emmett moaned. "And why the fuck are you whispering?"
"They're sleeping," I hissed.
"Oh, right. Are you at the hospital?"
"Yep. Northwestern."
"We'll be right there," Rose said, probably getting the phone from him.
"No, don't wake the boys. You can wait until morning," I told her.
"I'm not waiting. Em, wake them up," she commanded. "And you, Cullen, you tell Bella that I'll be there."
"Course. See you soon," I whispered.
"Bye."
I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up, I could hear whispering around me. There was a man around because I could hear a deep voice chuckling at something.
"Probably really tired," someone said softly.
"He looks passed out." Bella laughed.
"Maybe we should slap him awake," the man joked.
"Maybe water?" Bella hinted, sounding somewhat upset.
"Or maybe you could just let me sleep," I mumbled on a hoarse voice, opening my eyes.
I came face to face with Liz and Ed then saw Bella sitting up on the bed and grinning at me. I rolled my neck making it pop loudly and I winced. My hand went to the back of my neck as I cursed loudly. It hurt like a bitch.
"Shh!" Bella hissed. "She's sleeping. I don't know how you could sleep through that."
"Through what?" I asked, getting up and stretching.
Bella changed a look with Liz and I felt like I was missing on something.
"What?" I insisted, glancing at Ed who was laughing quietly.
"Some old lady, two saloons away heard Abigail crying and you didn't even stir," Bella enlightened me, finally.
"Really? I didn't hear a thing."
"I figured. I called your name like ten times and… Ed shook you making you almost fall off the couch, but nothing happened."
"You were probably really tired," Liz said softly coming next to me. "She's so beautiful."
"Of course she is! I'm her dad." I smirked.
"You're so full of sh…uh, it, Cullen!" Bella whisper yelled.
I went to her and leaned to kiss her but she pushed against my face. "Go away. I'm ignoring you right now."
"Oh, come on! I rectify it. Of course, she's beautiful with such parents." I widened my eyes and shot her a huge smile
"It's not working."
Before I could answer, the door of the room opened with a loud bang and I jumped, startled. Then Abigail burst in loud wails, probably scared. Poor thing.
I didn't even need to look to know it was Emmett.
I sprinted to the small bed and picked her up and to my surprise, she quieted immediately. As I walked back to the bed, I saw not only Emmett in the room, but everyone. From Mom and Dad to Alice and Jasper. Only Rosalie and my nephews were missing.
"Hi," I whispered, giving Mom a weird look when she burst in tears. Women were strange, extra emotional on such occasions.
"But I want the caaaandddyyy!" Rick's whinny voice entered the room.
"Rick, not now," Rose said exasperated. "Hey, guys." She waved to us before crouching to her boy, holding a sleeping Nick in her arms.
"And you wanted a boy," I muttered to Bella.
She laughed, taking Abigail from me. "I can't believe I lost the bet. I was so sure. They say mothers always know," she whispered.
"Your frequency is messed up," I joked and ducked out when she raised her hand to slap me. "What? It's true."
"Let me see her, sweetie," Mom said, sitting on Bella's other side. "What did you name her?" she asked as she took Abigail carefully in her arms.
"Abigail Sylvia Cullen," I told them, taking Bella's hand.
"Sounds nice. Little Abby," Dad said, hovering over Mom's shoulder.
Soon, everyone got to hold Abigail and coo to her as we explained our adventures. I had a feeling Bella had already told Liz and Ed, but they still laughed as I explained from my point of view some parts.
"You know, people usually joke about someone being born in a car?" Emmett asked, laughed loudly. "Well, she can say that she was literally born in a car!"
We all laughed at that. I hadn't thought of that.
"It gives that saying a new meaning," Jasper chuckled.
"How rich are you now?" Alice quipped up.
"Let me think. I don't have enough fingers," I added after a moment of thinking.
"You can borrow mine," Bella whispered, leaning into me to kiss my cheek.
After a few hours, Sylvia joined us and turned red when everyone started clapping. She had been a real hero last night.
"Oh, where's little Colby?" Emmett asked, his eyes lit up.
"CODY!" I shouted. He always called the poor dog Colby.
"He's with your neighbor. Billy, I think," Sylvia told me. "He was really quiet."
"Are you talking about our dog?" Bella asked shocked. "Cody, quiet?"
"Yes, we slept in the guest room. He was an angel."
"I think he just hates us," Bella mumbled.
"Or he loves Sylvia," I added.
"All the same." Bella nodded.
Tomorrow's chapter will be in Bella's POV, with more of her thoughts and the experience of going through this...
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