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Chapter Twelve: Fire In Your Eyes

'You stupid, stupid boy!' Carlisle Cullen roared at his son. This was the first time in Edward's life that his father had ever raised his voice to him. Sure he'd been angry before but never had he done more than use his 'disappointed tone' on any of the three children. When the similar situation of Rosalie's pregnancy had happened six years ago Carlisle had been calmer. Even in his father's eyes Edward found flames of anger blazing. Although quiet, his mother wasn't any better.
'Mom..' Edward tried looking next to him. She had never been the disciplinarian throughout his childhood and usually she stuck up for her young.
'No Edward.' She said in a tight voice 'I cannot begin to think what had been going through your head.' A pool had collected around her green eyes from a mix of anger and sadness.
'But-' He again tried to defend himself but both parents spoke over him leaving no quiet space in the small Seattle dressing room. What was he thinking? How would he provide for the child? What if the child never saw him? Edward soon found himself backed into a corner assaulted by the words.

Across the room sat the incubator herself watching the argument that had swept over the room like a tsunami across a packed beach; drowning everyone. They were pointing towards her, Carlisle and Esme, whilst snapping at Edward but she wished they'd stop acting like she was deaf. To a point she knew her own stupidity at agreeing with the arrangement. Yes it would be unfair on mini Cullen as they'd nicknamed the foetus but mini Cullen would be looked after and spoilt to the nines, they knew that! Surely they didn't think that once Edward passed away her love for their baby would too?
'What about Bella?' Esme demanded her hand flying forward towards her almost daughter 'How is SHE supposed to bring up the child alone!' Edward started to answer the top of his body pumped to snap.
'Well it would be nice if I was given a chance to answer.' Bella groaned getting to her feet. All three eyes landed on her; immediately Carlisle and Esme's softened but Edward didn't even turn. She stood beside him as close as physically possible.
'This is just as hard a decision for me don't you think? I know I'll be a single parent unit but I don't care to be honest.' She rubbed her nonexistent bulge 'Our baby is making Edward happy, giving him something to cling onto in life. It'll be the only thing of him that won't depart from this world in our lifetime.' As she spoke to them Edward, like she had earlier, faded into the background. She grabbed her almost parents hand and placed them on her 'This is your grandchild in here, one who you can watch grow up and have fun times; dote upon but not discipline. Baby will be your second chance; little Edward number two.'

Bella's eyes began to water whether or not from her speech or hormones but Edward rejoined the group in presence and hugged her too him shushing and rocking her gently from behind. Both grandparents hand's continued to lay upon Bella's stomach; finally it all became real to them. Inside her flat stomach slept a little Edward and Bella mixed together. The pair looked at each other then back to her belly taking it all in. Within a year or so they would lose their son but gain part of him back with as a grandchild; something on this earth of him that would never fade. The child could have his old room when they slept over and use his crib too. Slowly a watery smile spread across Esme's face and she hugged Carlisle tightly as he kissed her forehead. Somewhere inside him was bursting with excitement but his worried place over took it.
'Grandma.' He cooed to his wife who giggled and cooed back;
'Grandpa.'
On the other side of the room stood the ignored soon to be Aunt Rosalie who glared at the little group. Her cold exterior had burnt down and anger shone in her blue eyes as they darted from person to person. Where had all this been when she'd gotten pregnant? When she needed the consoling or the help to make the right choice?
'Fuck them all.' She growled under her breath. Putting her Blackberry in her pocket she bypassed the couples and yanked the door open. Four pairs of eyes trained on her but she didn't care; she walked out calmly before slamming the door behind her causing the eye owners to jump slightly. She stormed down the hallway planning on going right home; getting away from the whole stupid situation.

Why does Edward have to always come out on top in every fucking situation? Her mind growled Yet when it's something with me or Jasper it's another fucking story! I hate him. That thought caused her to stop in her tracks outside her brother's dressing room. Did she really hate him? No she couldn't not when he was in such a bad way... but what was it that was causing all this hatred? Right now she should be making it up to him not arguing.
'Rose!' Edward's voice came from behind her a panting following it; both from him. She turned to him with a glare that could freeze an army. 'Just wait a moment please.'
'Fuck off Edward.' She demanded turning on her heel. These were the first words the two had shared in over six years and yet they were not like a blessed reunion.
'Rose pleas-' He cut off doubling over in pain and shouting out from it. Immediately Rosalie turned to her brother and her eyes lost their fire and melted into worry. She'd never seen him in so much pain before; not even during his chemo.
'Eddie?' She said worriedly grabbing him. Although shocked at her calling of him by his nick name he gasped;
'Call 911.'