Disclaimer: I am NOT Stephenie Meyer and I don't own any of the Twilight series' characters or stories. I borrowed the dialogue and storyline from Breaking Dawn, but the rest is my own take on the story, as seen through Edward's eyes.

Chapter 21

Planning

Carlisle's face was solemn. He wrung his hands nervously as all the variables of the pregnancy and delivery ran through his mind. It's not going to be easy. We have to be ready for anything.

"So what do you suggest?" I prompted.

Carlisle looked up. "The nature of this delivery is inherently dangerous. There are risks both to Bella and the fetus. If she continues on her present schedule, she will deliver in the next few days."

A few days. I had already known that our timeline was rapidly dwindling, but to hear the words out loud was a bit jarring. Three days – four at the most. Seventy-two hours. So little time left before the possibility of losing her forever became a near certainty. I feared that no amount of preparation would deliver us a happy ending, but even against the insurmountable odds, I would do whatever it took to ensure success.

"We need to plan for the worst case scenario," Carlisle continued. "We need a plan for delivery and also a plan for saving Bella. In this case, saving her would mean changing her." He paused, his thoughts saddened by the idea. "Edward, are you prepared for that?"

I looked into my father's eyes. I saw the sadness in them – it matched the sorrow in my own. I had never wanted her to become like me. I had never wanted to steal the warmth from her skin, the beat of her heart, the purity of her soul. Even though we had agreed, that she had made me promise that she would one day become like me, the thought still broke my long-dead heart.

I nodded weakly. "I'll do whatever it takes."

"Good." Carlisle nodded and took a deep breath. "Then we need to create our plan in two stages. The first will be the delivery of the baby. The second will be to protect the life of the mother."

"Would the delivery proceed as a normal pregnancy would?" Esme asked.

Carlisle pursed his lips and shook his head. "We know very little about the nature of the child Bella's carrying, but one thing the legends have made clear is the child's strength, which we have already witnessed." He paused, glancing up at me with tired eyes. "The other thing mentioned in all of these legends is that the mothers do not survive the process."

Oh dear…

Kaure's thoughts flooded back to me – her recollections of her people's stories, of the legends of mothers torn apart by the demons spawned within them. The grotesque images swam before my eyes and I had to lower my head into my hands, rubbing my eyes with my palms in a vain attempt to block them out.

"Rather than allowing the baby to be born naturally – since we are unsure of what that will entail in this instance – I would highly recommend a delivery by cesarean. It's the only way to ensure that we can maintain a relatively controlled environment." …except…

"Except for the barrier surrounding the fetus," I added.

Carlisle nodded. "That does pose a problem. We don't know for certain, but judging by the information we have been able to gather about the protective barrier around the fetus, its nature is most likely similar to our own skin. And based on the legends, the baby will break through that barrier – "

"With its teeth," Emmett finished, shuddering as he said the words. Gross!

"Correct."

"So the only way for the thing to be delivered is for it to eat it's way out?" I asked.

"Yes."

Carlisle was right. If the monster within her was going to tear her apart on its journey into this life, then we had no choice but to take matters in our own hands. But how could we control such a creature? I knew that Rosalie and Esme and especially Bella were imagining a sweet infant that would coo and cry like any normal baby would. The only images I saw in my mind were that of a feral newborn vampire, tiny and vicious, tearing at anything it could get its teeth into.

"And if we're trying to control the situation," I continued, "the only way for us to break through the barrier and deliver it without it causing unnecessary damage to Bella is to…what…use our teeth?" I glanced around the room at my family, at their dark eyes, at the growing thirst in the back of their minds. To create an incision in Bella's abdomen to perform the cesarean would be dangerous enough, but to taunt the temptation by putting ourselves so close to the free flow of blood – I could only see this ending in pain and suffering for all involved.

"I'm afraid so," Carlisle replied. "The only thing strong enough to break through our skin is our teeth – or the wolves."

"I'm not letting a wolf's teeth get anywhere near her!" I seethed.

"No, of course not," Carlisle quickly agreed.

"Carlisle, isn't there another way?" Esme asked. It sounds too dangerous…for both of them.

"Who's going to be the one…?" Alice began. None of us have fed – would even Carlisle have the control necessary when we've gone so long without feeding?

"I'll do it," he answered. "Although Edward and Rosalie both have the medical training, I have the most experience and the strongest sense of control. I can focus on the delivery if Edward can focus on the second portion of our plan."

"Saving Bella," I whispered.

Carlisle nodded.

"Carlisle, you're going to need to feed," Esme worried. If he's responsible for something happening to her…

"That would be ideal."

"And how can we ensure that Bella survives the process?" I pressed. "Can we take any measures to ensure the venom's success?"

"The faster the venom spreads through her bloodstream and into her heart, the quicker it will begin to work. I would recommend delivering the venom at several key points," Carlisle replied.

I imagined having to bite her repeatedly – to mar her perfect, ivory skin with my own teeth. I knew that the hunger would not be an issue, but I still felt uncertain about the level of success I could achieve. I needed a certainty – a guarantee. What would be the absolutely quickest way to deliver the venom to her heart? Maybe…

"Carlisle, would it be possible to inject the venom straight into her heart?" I asked.

To do...what?

"Well…," he hesitated, "I don't believe it's ever been done before, but it would certainly speed up the process. We would have to collect the venom and store it in something that won't degrade – certainly not plastic or glass. I do have some antique brass syringes in my study. That may work."

"So, that's what we'll do," I agreed. It was my best chance. I had to be as prepared as absolutely possible – both Bella's life and my own were hanging in the balance. I would do what I had to save her, but the thought of putting her through that pain, of watching her suffer for three days…I didn't know if I would be strong enough to witness that.

"We'll need to discuss all of this with Bella," I added.

"She'll do whatever she needs to do for the baby," Rosalie replied.

"Regardless," I growled. "She still has a choice – weren't you the one who told me that?"

Stop being petty. Rosalie crossed her arms and harrumphed in irritation.

"Should we wake her?" Esme asked.

I shook my head. "Not yet. Let her sleep."

-x-

Seth continued to snore when Bella woke a few hours later to a grumbling stomach. While she ate another plate of eggs and a fresh cupful of blood, Carlisle explained what was discussed while she was sleeping.

She seemed to take it all in stride, just as Rosalie said she would. She really would do anything for that creature growing inside her. I never suspected that Bella would have such a strong maternal instinct, but I guessed it shouldn't have come as any big surprise given her penchant to care for others.

"Will it hurt?" she asked. "I mean – I know it will, but…"

"It will be painful, yes," Carlisle replied. "However, I believe that if I can administer morphine in advance of the venom, it will help to ease the pain somewhat."

"Really?"

"I attempted it when Emmett was changed, but the morphine wasn't given adequate time to spread before the venom burned it off. We'll need to administer an anesthetic in preparation for the cesarean. I believe with an ample dose and sufficient time for it to spread through your bloodstream, it would help to ease the pain of the change."

"It's worth a try," I encouraged.

"Okay." She nodded. "It sounds like we're ready…or at least ready whenever he is." She smiled, rubbing her belly.

I don't think anything could adequately prepare me for what was to come in the next few days. We hadn't even discussed what would be done with the monster once it was born. I had little faith that we could control it – a newborn vampire, too young to have any moral inclinations. It would thrive on blood and feed without hesitation or remorse. Sam and his pack were right to fear such a creature.

The day progressed without significant event. Contrary to Carlisle's instructions, Bella continued to hide her discomfort. Her body temperature continued to fluctuate and she would shift from leaning on my shoulder to leaning on Seth, depending on how hot or cold she felt at the time.

As the seconds ticked by, I did my best to remain calm, to savor these moments with her. Even with a plan in place, I had little faith in it. I had to prepare myself for the possibility that she would not survive. Although, I didn't believe that any amount of planning on my part could prepared me for that end. Like those who watch a loved one waste away at the hands of a terminal illness, knowing that the end is inevitable – when the end comes, the knowledge that it was coming still doesn't ease the sting of loss.

The sun had already fallen well below the horizon when Seth finally awoke. It was likely the raised voices that roused him from his slumber. With the exception of Rosalie, the rest of our family had left the room, not wishing to get into the middle of our heated discussion.

"Bella, I don't think it's a good idea," I pressed.

"I want to talk to Charlie," she insisted. "Esme said he's been calling and I can't stand for him to worry."

"Don't you think that keeping contact will only make the separation more difficult? How could you get his hopes up and then dash them when he hears word of your death?"

"Because he won't." She crossed her arms defiantly.

"What do you mean he won't? You can't keep contact with him after the change. Did you forget that your skills of observation likely come from him? He will notice that you've changed. And you won't be able to see him for several years. How will you explain your absence?"

"We'll make up some excuse. I know that I can't be around him, but I could call him. He thinks I have a rare disease, right? Well, then, we tell him that Carlisle is sending me to a special hospital somewhere on the other side of the world for treatment."

"And when you do come back here? What then?" I asked. "You do remember that the venom will change your appearance."

She pursed her lips and her brow furrowed. "I know," she breathed. "And I know I can't tell him. But…"

"But what?"

"Well, when Jacob first phased, he wasn't allowed to tell me what he was. He reminded me of a story he had told me once and he made me guess. I can do the same thing with Charlie."

"And what if he guesses correctly? What then? Do you want the Volturi to go after your father?"

"He won't," she insisted. "You yourself said that the stories about vampires aren't based on many facts. Most of them are terribly flawed. You don't fit the profile. Charlie will come up with an explanation in his mind, but it won't be the right one."

"Bella, please…"

She shook her head. "My mind is made up. I can do this. But what I can't do is listen to him worry all the time. I need to reassure him, ease his anxiety."

I looked over at Seth who was staring wide-eyed at the both of us. His thoughts were a jumbled mess – vacillating between agreement with me and understanding of her perspective as well.

"Fine," I grumbled, placing the phone in her palm. She smiled as she began dialing the familiar number and I cringed when I heard her father's voice answer.

"Bella, is that you?" he asked.

"It's me, Dad. Esme said you called. How are you?"

"Fine, but the question is how are you? How are you feeling? I hadn't heard from you – I was getting worried."

"I know, Dad. I'm sorry. I was sleeping when you called. I'm starting to feel better though – on the mend."

I could listen any longer. Bella shook her head as I stood and I could feel Seth's eyes on me as I climbed the stairs to Carlisle's study. He was busily prepping his office for the impending caesarian – wanting to be prepared at a moment's notice. He looked up at me when I let myself fall into one of the leather chairs.

Are you okay?

I shook my head. Nothing that had happened since we discovered the pregnancy could be remotely described as okay.

"She's talking to Charlie," I grumbled.

"Mm-hm," he hummed under his breath. And you don't think she should.

"She'll get his hopes up, Carlisle. It will only make things more difficult for him."

"It sounded like she already has a plan to deal with that."

"A ridiculous plan," I muttered.

Granted. "This is strange territory that we find ourselves in," Carlisle mused. "Not one of us had any choice in the matter. We were all thrust into this life without our own consent. We never had the opportunity to say goodbye to our lives, to choose how we would exit this human existence. But she does. Granted, it may be a far-fetched arrangement for her to maintain some contact with her old life, but I don't think it would be right of us to deny her at least the chance." I wonder if her preparation will affect how well she will acclimate after the change.

I shrugged. Of course Carlisle would be able to boil down her actions to the very basic of human needs. She may be a married woman, soon to be a mother, but in many ways she was still a child – a girl who wasn't ready to let go of her father.

Let's change the subject, shall we? "While you're here, would you like to prepare the syringe?" he asked.

I looked up and in his hands he held a large metal syringe. It glinted in the lamplight – surprising given its age. It was perhaps older than I was. I nodded, not knowing how many other opportunities I would have to step away from her side and, if Carlisle was already preparing the operating table in the case of preterm labor, than there was no time to waste.

He placed the cylinder in my palm. The cool metal rolled around on the surface of my hand before I gripped my fingers around it and pulled out the plunger. I held the opening to my lips, allowing the free flow of venom to pool in my mouth and slip through my lips into the small tube. Given my level of thirst, it took no time to fill the vial with the dangerous took it from me and sealed it, placing it next to the various scalpels and other instruments on the tray beside the bed.

Good, he thought. It was a good idea – the syringe.

I nodded before standing to return to Bella. Her conversation with her father was nearing its end. I had tried to block it out, to ignore the reassurances she gave him, but they still rang in my ears. She was so optimistic, so sure. How could she be so sure that everything would work out? I certainly wasn't.S

eth was standing when I reentered the room. "I need to go," he said. "Jake was expecting me at dusk." Man, he's gonna kill me! Or worse…Leah will.

"Here," Esme said as she ran into the room and placed a small bundle of sandwiches in his hands. "In case you're hungry."

"Thank you."

"Will you ask Jacob to come back?" Bella asked.

Seth turned. "Sure thing."

"Yes, please," Alice echoed. "It's so much better when one of you is here. I'm tired of hanging out in the attic like a vampire bat in the belfry."

"I would understand if he decided not to," Bella lied. "I know it's hard for him…"

"I don't think he could disappoint you," I assured her.

"He'll be here," Seth added.

With that, he turned and left, carrying the bundle of food under his arm. With no wolves present to make the murky waters of Alice's mind clear, she exiled herself to the highest floor of the house. Esme busied herself in the kitchen, preparing dinner for Bella while Rosalie handed her yet another cup of blood. It was a wonder that there was any left. I was certain the stores Carlisle had secured would be depleted very soon if they hadn't been already.

I lowered myself to the seat beside Bella. She had wrapped herself up in blankets once again, immediately feeling the chill left by Seth's absence. She gripped the cup in her hands with frozen fingers, seeking the warmth that the heated liquid provided. She took a sip before glancing over at me.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"For what?" She certainly had no reason to apologize to me. If anything, it was I who should be begging forgiveness for putting her into this predicament in the first place.

"I know you're upset with me for the decisions I've made," she said, "but I couldn't leave Charlie in the dark – not completely."

"You do realize that this will make it harder on him, don't you?"

She shrugged. "I think that some contact is better than none. I think that knowing I'm safe and improving will be enough for him."

"It's dangerous. You could be putting us all at risk of exposure."

"I know," she murmured. She was silent for a moment, tugging on her bottom lip with her teeth and fingering the edges of the blanket nervously. "I just want everyone to be happy."

"And where does that leave me?" I blurted out, immediately regretting my hasty words.

Her brows pinched together. "Of course I want you to be happy. I love you. And this –" She paused, rubbing her belly. " – this is your baby too. I wanted a chance to give you something that you never thought you could have. Honestly, I didn't think I could have it either."

"But at what cost? What if I lose you?"

"You won't."

"You don't know that."

She closed her eyes and the corners of her eyes pinched.

"Bella? Are you in pain?"

She held up a hand and shook her head. "No," she panted. "I just need to…Rosalie?"

Rosalie appeared an instant later with a worried expression on her face. She seemed to recognize the look in Bella's eyes.

Bathroom.

Without words, Rosalie lifted Bella up in her arms and began walking from the room.

I raked my fingers through my hair. Bella either didn't understand or didn't care that her life was at risk. Was the thing growing inside her that important? She had tried time and again to explain it to me, but I still couldn't understand it.

Esme sat down beside me and wrapped a comforting arm around my shoulders. I'm sorry, she thought.

"She must hate me," I grumbled, lowering my head into my hands.

"I know this is hard, but she could never hate you. She loves you too much."

"I just feel so helpless."

"You're doing the best you can," she soothed. "That's all anyone could ask."

I allowed myself a moment to wallow in my own self pity in Bella's absence. Esme remained at my side, tightly gripping my shoulders, almost as though she knew I was about to fall apart and she was trying to hold me together.

Where's Bella? Did something happen? Oh no…

"She's all right," I whispered, answering Jacob's question. "Or, the same, I should say."

Oh good…he came back.

"Hello, Jacob," Esme greeted. "I'm so glad you came back."

"Me, too," Alice chorused as her lithe footsteps descended the stairs.

"Uh, hey," Jacob replied awkwardly. "Where's Bella?"

"Bathroom," Alice answered. "Mostly fluid diet, you know. Plus, the whole pregnancy thing does that to you, I hear."

"Ah."

One leaves and another takes his place... "Oh, wonderful," Rosalie grumbled. "I knew I smelled something nasty."

I saw the reflection of Bella's face through Jacob's mind and the way her face lit up when she saw him. It's so unfair, he thought.

"Jacob," Bella exclaimed. "You came."

"Hi, Bells."

I stood as Rosalie lay Bella down on the couch. Her face went pale and she held her breath as she sank down into the cushions. She stretched out, as her belly had become too large for her to sit up comfortably. Her heart skipped a beat and her intake of breath was shallow, as though her lungs were not inflating to their full capacity. I ran my head across her forehead. There was a light sheen of perspiration coating her skin and the low grade fever was still present. She shivered beneath my fingertips.

"Are you cold?"

"I'm fine," she whispered.

"Bella, you know what Carlisle told you," Rosalie reminded her. "Don't downplay anything. It doesn't help us take care of either of you."

Bella smiled weakly, looking sheepish. "Okay, I'm a little cold. Edward, can you hand me that blanket?" She gestured to the quilt laying across the arm on the other end if the couch.

Seriously? "Isn't that sort of the point of me being here?" Jacob asked.

"You just walked in. After running all day, I'd bet. Put your feet up for a minute. I'll probably warm up again in no time."

Jacob rolled his eyes, ignoring her and moving to sit next to her. How is she still telling me what to do? he wondered. His movements were cautious. He could see how frail she had become and, like me, wondered if she would shatter at the slightest touch. He wrapped one of her frigid hands in his and placed the other on her face, doing an examination of his own. Does she feel cooler than usual?

"Thanks, Jake," she murmured.

"Yeah."

I felt his eyes on me for a moment before he looked back at Bella. His thoughts briefly flitted to his hunger and his stomach grumbled for emphasis.

Watch this, Edward. "Rosalie, why don't you get Jacob something from the kitchen?" Alice asked from her seat behind the couch.

You can't be serious. I do not cater to dogs. Rosalie stared at Alice as though she had lost her mind.

Food...from her? No way. "Thanks, anyway, Alice, but I don't think I'd want to eat something Blondie's spit in. I'd bet my system wouldn't take too kindly to venom."

"Rosalie would never embarrass Esme by displaying such a lack of hospitality."

Well, if that's how we're going to be - two can play at that game. "Of course not," Rosalie agreed. If the dog's hungry, then let him eat like one...

I could already see an idea forming in Rosalie's mind, although it was not entirely formed.I sighed at my sister's pettiness. You would think that she would show at least an inkling of gratitude for all Jacob and the wolves had done for us. I wondered absently is she and Leah would get along, their shared animosity would at least provide them with some common ground.

"You'd tell me if it was poisoned, right?" Jacob asked, almost jokingly, but with an air of uncertainty.

"Yes," I promised.

The scent if charred meat reached my nostrils, but I hid my grimace at the odor. The scent was followed by the loud groaning of bending metal. Esme would not be pleased that Rosalie was destroying one of her mixing bowls in such a fashion.

There, that should do it, Rosalie thought. If the dog wants a meal, then that's what he'll get. The harsh, shrill sound of her fingernails scratching asking the surface if the newly fashioned dog bowl elicited a small smile as I watched her etch the word Fido into its side.

Rosalie returned a moment later, pleased with herself as she set the bowl on the floor next to Jacob. Alice snickered under her breath.

"Enjoy, mongrel."

Jacob admired her handiwork with amusement, but decided not to give her the satisfaction of getting a rise out if him. "Thanks, Blondie," he said with a smirk.

She huffed, rolling her eyes.

"Hey, do you know what you call a blonde with a brain?...a golden retriever."

Her self-satisfied smirk faded. "I've heard that one, too."

"I'll keep trying."

Rosalie stalked away, irritated, while Jacob began to eat. The room was silent, except for the sound if his chewing and the light hum of the television. It was fascinating to listen to the evolution of Jacob's thoughts. It seemed the more time he spent in our presence, the more acclimated he became and the less antipathy he felt. Even something like our scent, that repelled him in an instinctual level, was beginning to have less of an impact. Bella began fingering the hair at the back of his neck as he finished his meal.

"Time for a haircut, huh?" he asked.

"You're getting a little shaggy," she murmured. "Maybe..."

"Let me guess, someone around here used to cut hair in a salon in Paris?" My money's on Alice.

"Probably." Bella chuckled.

"No thanks." He shook his head. "I'm good for a few more weeks." But what about her? How long...?

He shrugged awkwardly, avoiding looking anyone in the eyes. "So...um...what's the, er, date? You know, the due date for the little monster?"

I had to agree with his perfunctory assessment of the unborn child, but Bella didn't appear to be amused as she reached up to lightly smack him on the back of the head.

He ignored her pitiful attempt at a reprimand. "I'm serious," he insisted. "I want to know how long I'm gonna have to be here." How long you're gonna be here.

"I don't know," she answered. "Not exactly. Obviously, we're not going with the nine month model here, and we can't get an ultrasound, so Carlisle is guesstimating from how big I am. Normal people are supposed to be about forty centimeters here when the baby is fully grown." She ran her finger over the height of her belly. "One centimeter for every week. I was thirty this morning, and I've been gaining about two centimeters a day, sometimes more..."

Two weeks to a day...flying by...fast-forward. How many days does that give her? Four? Jacobs face began to pale as he realized just how little time Bella had left.

"You okay?" Bella asked.

Jacob managed a weak nod, but remained silent, his mind reeling. Like me, he had little faith that Bella would survive the birth. He had tried to maintain his distance, out of respect for Bella's decision to be with me, but more so to protect his already damaged heart from breaking again. But now, knowing that her time was so limited, it made it exponentially more difficult for him to stay away.

He recalled his conversation with Seth, the notion the we could flee Forks for safety from retaliation by the pack...intolerable...not knowing...wondering...if they were to take away one or two or three of those four days. My four days.

It was intriguing to hear that Bella's hold on his heart had only seemed to increase with time. Although his thoughts of her had troubled me in the past, now I understood him, I felt pity for him. It was cruel for his heart to cling so tightly to something that was slipping away. But it we yet another reminder that I, too, was losing her. If I had been in Jacob's shoes, I would not have wanted one second with her to be stolen from me.

A moment later, he realized that he was crying as Bella reached up to wipe away a tear from his cheek.

"It's going to be okay," she whispered.

Her words were hollow - falling on disbelieving ears. "Right," Jacob grumbled.

"I didn't think you would come," she said, ignoring his doubt. "Seth said you would, and so did Edward, but I didn't believe them."

"Why not?"

"You're not happy here. But you came anyway."

"You wanted me here."

"I know," Bella sighed. "But you didn't have to come, because it's not fair for me to want you here. I would have understood."

After a few moments of awkward silence, Bella spoke again. "Thank you for coming," she whispered.

Why? Why am I here? It just...hurts. "Can I ask you something?" Jacob asked.

She nodded. "Of course."

Jacob hesitated, knowing I would hear his mind, but still not wishing to embarrass himself by saying it aloud. "Why do you want me here?" he asked. "Seth could keep you warm, and he's probably easier to be around, happy little punk. But when I walk in the door, you smile like I'm your favorite person in the world."

"You're one of them."

"That sucks, you know," he grumbled.

I could sympathize with Jacob. Before I knew with any certainty that Bella had chosen me, I felt much the same when she spent time with Jacob - to love her from a distance, to be a part of her life, but be forced to share her with another.

"Yeah," she sighed. "Sorry."

"Why, though? You didn't answer that."

I listened for Bella's reply. I had been wondering to myself why she wanted Jacob to be here. I knew that he was her close friend, but she must have known that she was hurting him.

"It feels...complete when you're here, Jacob. Like all my family is together. I mean, I guess that's what it's like - I've never had a big family before now. It's nice...but it's just not whole unless you're here."

"I'll never be a part of your family, Bella." I could have been.

"You've always been a part of my family," she disagreed.

"That's a crap answer," he spat, suddenly angry, not that I could blame him.

"What's a good one?"

He snorted. "How about, 'Jacob, I get a kick out of your pain."

She recoiled. "You'd like that better?" she whispered.

"It's easier, a least. I could wrap my head around it. I could deal with it."

"We got off track, Jake. Out of balance. You're supposed to be part of my life - I can feel that, and so can you...but not like this. We did something wrong. No. I did. I did something wrong, and we got off track..."

Her voice trailed off and, a moment later, became a quiet snore. I felt sorry for Jacob, for the pain he endured, watching his best friend marry another. She said they had gotten off track and I knew why. It wasn't her fault. It was mine.

One fateful mistake - possibly one of the worst mistakes in my century in this life - was leaving. If I had never left, Bella and Jacob would likely not have grown as close as they are now. It was my action that forced them together. So many events were set in motion by that one decision. In hindsight, I knew that I had overreacted, that I should have listened to the advise of my family. And because of my rash decision to leave, others were continuing to pay the price. Like a traveler through time crushing a butterfly underfoot, I had effectively created the ripple that had become a tidal wave in so many lives.

A/N: Thank you so much for continuing to support me and this story. This is the last chapter I will post before the movie. I can't believe it's already here! I hope everyone that's going has a blast and no worries, I'm going to keep on writing...movie or not.

Thanks to my beta, Nellybear85, for making me laugh when sometimes I wanna cry.