Well, the last ending didn't go down too well and people said it was rushed. So here we go. The Happy Ever After ending that you all would like.

The beginning is the same but it has a much better ending.

Enjoy!

Baby I'm leaving here,
You need to be with somebody else.
I can't stop bleeding here,
Can you suture my wounds?

"Bella. Bellaaaa." The sing song voice roused me from my slumber. I blinked open my eyes. I was in a field and it was warm and sunny. I shielded my eyes from the sun and looked around. Where the fuck am I?

"Hello?" I called out.

"Mommy! Mommy!" I looked around to see a little boy running in my direction. He had brown curly hair and brilliant bright green eyes. "Mommy, I thought you would never wakes up!" The little boy clung to my leg as though his life depended on it.

I looked up to see a man running across the field towards us.

Edward?

No, it's too tall to be him.

"Jake?" I called out. He waved as he got closer.

"Uncle Jake!" The little boy yelled, letting go of me and running full pelt at Jake.

What the hell was going on?

Jake scooped up the little boy and jogged over to me. "Hey Bells." He grinned. His wide, toothy smile reflecting the light.

"Jake, where are we? What's going on?" I was confused.

"This is a little piece of heaven, but you don't belong here yet." Jake looked solomn.

Oh crap, I'm dead! I told Edward not to die, yet here I am.

"What do you mean I don't belong here yet? And why does this litle boy keep calling me Mommy?"

"You are his mother Bella. This is little E.J."

Tears sprung to my eyes. I lost my baby. I fell to my knees sobbing.

"Don't cry mommy." I felt E.J put his tiny hand on my shoulder.

"But you're dead." I cried, tugging him out of Jakes arms and holding his little body close. "I wanted you so badly." Jake pulled the little boy from my grip. "No, no don't!" I tried to cling onto him desperately.

"You have to go now Bella. You don't belong here yet. I will look after E.J for you. Goodbye Bells. We love you."

Jake and E.J seemed to be growing further and further away. "No, no please." I was falling now. "Nooo."

"NOOOOOOO!" I was screaming at the top of my lungs, sitting bolt upright in a hospital bed. Emmett was trying to hold me still, while a very shocked Rosalie ran to get a doctor. "Emmett let me go. I want to go back. E.J! E.J!" I was crying into his shoulder, pounding his back with my fists. "Please." I whimpered, feeling all the strength leave my body as I slumped against him.

"It was just a dream, Bella. Just a dream." He soothed, as he lay me back down on the bed.

Rosalie re-entered the room with a very out of breath doctor in tow. He took a moment to compose himself and then came and took my vitals.

"Well Miss Swan, you gave us all quite a scare." He smiled kindly at me. He looked so familiar.

"Who are you?" I mumbled out.

"I'm Doctor Cullen. Carlisle Cullen."

"Are you..?"

"Edward is my son, yes."

Edward! Oh god. Where is he? What happened? Is he even still alive?

I sat bolt upright again with newfound energy. I fought with the covers, scrambling to get out of bed.

Carlisle caught me by the shoulders. "Miss Swan, please. I advise you to stay in bed. Please Bella, I don't want to sedate you. Not in your current condition."

"Please, I have to get to him. Edward. I love him. Please don't tell me he's dead." I was still struggling and my heart monitor was going crazy. Even though each one of my thoughts was on getting out of this bed and going to Edward, something Carlisle said stuck out. "What do you mean by my 'current condition'?" I had stopped fighting and was staring him straight in the eyes.

Carlisle glanced at Emmett and then back at me, silently asking to discuss it in front of him.

"He's my brother. It's okay. What is it?" I pressed on.

"Bella you're pregnant." The room fell silent as I let the news sink in. It didn't escape my notice that Rosalie stormed from the room. Emmett looked torn. He didn't know whether to follow after his wife or stay with me.

"It's okay Em. Go after her." I nodded towards the door and waited until he had left before turning back to Carlisle, tears swimming in my eyes. "I thought my baby had died?" I croaked as the tears spilled down my cheeks.

Carlisle gave me a strange look. "Bella, you were pregnant with fraternal twins. Each one developed from a different egg, therefore they each had their own amniotic sack. Yes you lost one, but we managed to prevent the other from dieing. Now please calm down. Sedation is not good for either of you right now." He gently, but firmly pushed me back down on the bed, careful of my bullet wound. "Now, Edward is not dead, but he has had major surgery. He's in the ICU. You said you love him, tell me, is he...?" Carlisle trailed off. He sat down on the edge of my bed and held my hand in his.

"Yes." I said, answering his unfinished question. "It's Edwards baby. I'm sorry." I sniffed. "I should be meeting you under better circumstances."

"Don't be sorry for a baby Bella. They are a blessing." He smiled at me warmly. "Esme, my wife, is going to be very excited."

"Please, when can I see him? I want to see Edward. I have to see for myself that he's okay."

Carlisle gave me a sympathetic smile. "Bella, it's best if you rest for now. I will arrange for you to go and see him tomorrow." He stood up and kissed a non bruised spot on my forehead. "I shall pop by to check on you later. Sleep, it will do you some good." He closed the door behind him as he left the room.

I lay there staring at the tiles on the ceiling, not being able to sleep due to all the thoughts going round and around in my poor throbbing head. I heard the door click open and Emmetts face appeared in my line of vision. I smiled up at him weakly. He looked worn and haggard.

"What happened Emmett?" I asked softly.

His eyes grew hard and his breathing heavy. "I nearly lost you B!" He spat.

"Why are you mad at me?" I was shocked by the harshness of his tone and cringed back into the bed.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He soothed, holding up his hands. "I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at the situation." After noisily dragging a chair to the edge of my bed, Emmett sat down heavily with a huff. "You nearly died Bella. You had lost so much blood. It was everywhere." His shoulders shook with his words. I stretched out my left arm to squeeze his hand in mine. "We didn't recognise you. Your face was so swollen and bruised. We had to ID you by fingerprints." Big fat tears rolled down his face. "You flatlined twice in the ambulance. No one knew you were pregnant until you miscarried in the ER. Did you even know?"

I couldn't lie to him. "Yes, I sort of knew."

"What do you mean by 'sort of'?"

"I hadn't done a test to confirm it, but I was late and tired all the time. I just kinda suspected." Emmett nodded his head. "What- what happened to... them?" I spat the last word.

"Renee is dead, Phil in custody. She shot two police officers before they were able to take her down. One was a fatality."

"I'm sorry Em. I should of been more careful. They jumped me from behind. None of this would of happened if it wasn't for me."

"Shh Bella. Don't blame yourself. Renee was a nutjob and in desperate need of psychiatric help. You're safe now. Get some rest. I'll be here when you wake up."

I closed my eyes and sleep quickly took me.

Did you like this one better?
Epilogue to follow shortly, which will in turn leave a gateway for a sequel if you desire me to write one.

Much love xx