This Little Love REVISED
Disclaimers: I don't own Twilight or any characters of Twilight. I own the specific plot I write and any characters I come up with. I don't make money off this story.
Summary: Bella comes to Forks pregnant, and becomes the center of attention in the least likely of persons; the Cullen family. Edward is infatuated with Bella, and her unborn baby, and goes through her pregnancy with her while going through some changes of his own.
Warnings: Some sexual content; coarse language; dubious actions (maybe). I'll add more if the need arises because I think I got them all.
AN: Here you go. Sorry it's so late, but I haven't been to the library lately.
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When I opened my eyes, I heard the annoying beeping sound from the chirpy box behind me, and a thing of air entering my nose forcefully. I found it was oxygen, and I went to remove it from my nose, but was stopped gently by a cold, petite hand.
"You leave that alone, Bella."
It was Esme. I saw her sitting in the chair beside the bed with a soft look on her gorgeous face. Her auburn hair was inside a ponytail, letting her light curls hang just below her shoulders.
"I don't need it. I'm fine." I put my hand back down to the bed obediently, even if I wante to rip the damn tube away from my face.
Esme raised an eyebrow at me. "You still leave it alone, sweetheart. How do you feel?" She asked me softly and worriedly.
I sighed. "Tired."
"Carlisle said you would be for a little while, until you were back on your feet at least." She informed me.
I turned my eyes toward my belly. I was one child short, and I think it showed visibly. I seemed a bit smaller in my eyes, and I couldn't help by run my hand over the two twins inside me; they didn't kick back, and I think it showed how much it hurt that my kids didn't respond to me.
"Carlisle said the medicine would make them a bit slow for a little while. In a few hours, they'll be kicking you and wanting food." Esme assured me in a soft voice as she took my other hand in her chilly ones.
"One won't." I said softly and shook my head as I fought off crying.
Esme tightened her hand around mine. "It wasn't ready, sweetheart. It wasn't time to be born."
I just shook my head. I couldn't believe I had triplets inside me. I thought it was just twins, and now I find out that my third child is dead. It was heartbreaking, and I felt terrible that I never knew about my third child at all, let alone it being dead.
"What was it? I mean, was it formed?" I asked her slowly.
She nodded. "Yes. It was a boy, and he was halted at the third month." Esme confessed softly.
So I really was having a boy. I knew there was a girl, but what was my second?
Esme, seemingly reading my mind, told me, "you have a little boy and a little girl now. They're both healthy and up to date with growth."
I nodded slowly. "That's always good." I assured myself of my two twins surviving from now on.
Esme nodded in agreement before the door was knocked on softly, making us both look that direction. I had to smile at Edward who came in silently with a small folder in his hand.
"I'll be back soon, Bella." Esme promised, giving my hand a soft squeeze as she rose up to leave, giving Edward and me some privacy.
I nodded. "Thanks, Esme." I thanked her for letting me know about my son.
She smiled, knowing what I was thanking her for, and she patted Edward's arm before she closed the door behind her.
Edward came over to sit on the bed with me after I moved onto my back that didn't hurt so much right now, and let my head lay on his shoulder and take his hand that wasn't holding that black folder I had suspicions about the contents inside.
"How do you feel?" He asked me softly, not letting much silence between us grow.
"Just a bit sore." I told him.
He nodded. "Good. Make sure you tell the nurses if you're in pain. Carlisle said that you needed to be relaxed and comfortable."
I scoffed. "Comfortable in this bed? I don't think so." I shook my head.
Edward gave a deep chuckle. "I know, but it's only until Sunday at the most. He wants to watch you and the twins carefully; afterwards, I'll take you home to sleep in your own bed." He assured me.
I looked to the folder. "What's in that?" I asked him softly.
He handed the folder to me, laying it on my lap. "Carlisle says the baby gets a death certificate. I know Esme told you that it was boy, and I thought we should give him a name." He said just as softly back.
I blinked and furrowed my brows before reaching for the folder with my free hand, the one with all the annoying wires and IVs. I opened it slowly and saw the hospital issued certificate of death.
I wondered briefly how Edward knew that Esme told me the gender of my deceased child. I filed it away with the other little hints and super hearing moments to think on it all together later on.
I picked out the certificate and saw some sonograms in the other pocket. Where those of my kids?
Edward picked out the two sonograms, knowing what I was thinking. "Carlisle thought that we would like them. A before and after picture." He told me showing me the first one.
I had to smile, tears growing in my eyes at last when I saw the three heads together. The ones on the side were my twins, and the one in the middle was my other son. "He's so small." I shook my head at the small head of my son.
"He was very underdeveloped. He wouldn't have survived the birth if he had grown up, Bella. Carlisle said it was inevitable, and it was definitely more merciful on both yours and his parts to have ceased life inside your womb instead of after birth." Edward said softly, placing a kiss on my temple.
I didn't know what to say. Was it more humane for me to let my child die inside my womb, more than it was to see him born and not hear him cry? It probably was, but just the thought of carrying a dead child with two more fully alive was breaking my heart.
The other sonogram was of my live twins. They were closer together, almost touching inside the picture. They were bigger than my son in the other picture.
"Those are the twins now. They're very healthy and up to date, and kicking me away from you." Edward chuckled when we both felt the firm kick from one of the kids inside me for Edward touching me.
She was definitely releaed from the hold of the drugs I was given.
I had to laugh lightly. "That's my girl for you." I wiped away the tears in my eyes and let my fingers run over the blanket where my swollen belly was holding my kids. "How big are those stitches?" I mumbled and looked into my blanket to see gauze over my lower abdomen, in the center where my stitches were out of view.
"Not so big. Carlisle didn't think the baby would be so big, and he was able to make a smaller incision than he at first thought. We can prevent it from scarring." He assured.
I also kept noticing that he was using 'we' more. Filing away for future purposes.
I nodded, letting my blanket fall back down. "Has my dad come by yet?" I asked him.
Edward gave a nod, setting the sonogram pictures back in the folder, but leaving the certificate out and on top of the depressing black folder, and setting it on the bed tray. "Yes. He said he was calling you mother, then he was calling Sue, and then coming right back here to see how you were. He said your mom was flying down an hour ago. He gave Esme his number and she's been keeping him up to date."
I hummed in thought. Seeing my mom was a must for me right now. At a time like this: I wouldn't mind seeing a priest though.
I wouldn't ever see one though. Probably a very bad thing to do considering I'm seventeen and pregnant, and not married.
"What time is it?" I asked Edward, not seeing a clock in here.
He looked to his wrist and sighed. "Almost time for visitors to leave. They're letting someone stay with you overnight, but only one person. We're giving Charlie that time since he's worried about you." He claimed, looking to disagree with the arrangement but going with the flow.
I looked at him again. "Charlie has work though. He can't miss work, even for me." I said firmly.
"I told him you would say that, and Esme has been talking him down from a vacation. He thinks that if he can't stay: I'm going to stay. If but to watch over you." Edward gave up a chuckle.
I had to laugh lightly. "If but to watch me huh? Not because the whole town thinks we're together, or the fact of you having medical rights over me for my stay?" I asked him curiously, knowing why Charlie wanted him to stay.
Edward gave me a humorous look. "If but to keep you company then." He changed the story.
He played well, but I knew that he was staying because he loved me. Somehow, after being here just three days: I had fallen for Edward Cullen. It was way too fast for my liking, but I couldn't complain about it. It felt very right, and I wasn't against being with this Greek god who was saying things like 'we', 'us', and 'our' when it came to my twins.
Well...I guess they were our twins.
"Okay, Mom. Tell Phil I said hi. I love you, too." I told Renee over the hospital telephone before hanging up and falling back to the bed.
I was inside this hospital for a full night already, and it was morning now. Edward had stayed with me all night, and was right by my bedside helping me sleep, keep me company, and helping me think of a name for our son. I didn't know what to call him. It was so early and sudden that I didn't want to make a bad choice or something.
Carlisle, who had come in early this morning to check on me and do doctor stuff while giving me his full-heavyhearted condolences, had offered very generously for Charlie to buy a plot or an urn for the burial or cremation of my son. Charlie had been humbled and tried to refuse it, saying it was so expensive for an adult, much less a child, but Carlisle wasn't taking it back, and I had already decided to cremate my son. I didn't want him buried in the cold ground all alone with nothing but a box and a tombstone to remember him by. Charlie had fully agreed with my choice of cremation; he himself had grandma cremated since she hadn't wanted to be in a box either. Her urn was on our mantle at the house, sitting innocently above the fire place as a remembrance of his mother.
Renee, after I told her of my choice of cremation, had agreed it was a good choice as well. She had liked my choice since she had said she didn't think that I would make it through a service and having people bury my son. I saw her logic; I wouldn't have wanted them to bury him.
Now, Edward was back to sitting in his chair like last night, and I was still stuck inside this bed, even when it was almost noon.
"I can't sit in a chair like you are?" I started to ask him again.
"No, Bella, not yet. Maybe tomorrow." Edward chuckled at me.
I sighed in boredom. Where's Emmett when you need someone to entertain you?
...HEY!
"Guests are allowed by today right?" I asked him curiously.
Edward gave me a curious look, "Yes of course. Until seven tonight. Why?" He sounded suspicious.
I pursed my lips. "I need stimulation."
"Type of stimulation?" He dared to ask slowly. He didn't look trusting all of a sudden.
"A big brother's type." I smiled at him.
Edward frowned before he grinned and chuckled. "I know exactly which brother this is. I'll give Emmett a call." He stood up with his cell phone in hand.
"Tell him to bring his console and a game. I'm bored, and I'm tired of the movies they play." I motioned to the TV where Oliver and Company was playing.
"Of course. Give him ten minutes to get here." Edward chuckled again, giving me a kiss before he walked out of the room.
After he left, I decided to make one more call; to Jake of course who wanted to talk today if I was feeling up to it. I couldn't stay and sulk all day, as mean as it sounded: it was over and done, and nothing I did would bring back my son. I decided to let Jake know I was feeling better, and that his nice and nephew were alive and kicking at me still.
Picking up the phone, I dialed Billy's number. It rang only twice until the deep, scratchy voice of Jake said, "Hello?"
"Hey, Jake, it's Bela." I greeted.
"Hey! How are you feeling?" Jake asked instantly.
"Just a little achy and hungry. Mainly bored and about to bail from this hospital." I told him honestly.
"Good luck with that, but I'm happy to hear you're okay. How are the babies?"
"The twins are fine. Carlisle said they were growing easy, and they're healthy." I said happily.
"That's great! When will you be released?" He sounded very eager to see me again.
I thought about it. "Um, I think by Sunday. It depends on my recovery and junk like that."
He laughed in victory. "Perfect! We want you to come to the bonfire on Monday! It'll be great! We'll eat some food, reconnect like old times, and roast marshmallows at the bonfire. Wanna join us?" Jake invited me.
I blinked. That really did sound like fun. Going to a bondfire with Jake like when we were kids sounded fantastic. "It sounds fun. Let me see how I feel that day, and I'll call you back okay?" I promised.
"Sure. Sounds great! Dad says hi."
"Hi, Billy." I said back.
Jake chuckled "He's ordering me to make you come Monday. Just give me a call back on Monday about how you feel, and we'll get this ball rolling, okay?"
"Sure. I'll talk to you later, Jake. Bye." I hung up after he chirped his love you's and just in time, Edward came back in the room with a look. "What?" I asked him about that dark look when he sat down in his seat again.
"You're going to La Push Monday?" He asked me, using that sensitive hearing once more it seemed like.
I raised a brow. "To see Jake, yeah. He invited me to a bonfire, and I told him I have to see how I felt that day." I said honestly.
Edward didn't like the idea obviously, so I asked him about it. "Why don't you want me in La Push? I've been going there since I was a kid."
"Bella, how long ago was it since you saw Jacob and the boys?" He asked me slowly, leaning forward in his chair.
I furrowed my brows again. "when I was fifteen. Why?" I questioned his process.
Edward pursed his lips. "It just...seems like a very bad idea, Bella love."
"Why?" I pressed. "More...funky stuff?" I asked him slowly and lowly.
The funky stuff was his family's super hearing, quick movements that I caught from Alice a few times, Emmett's rather strong strength that didn't come with his size, and Alice's future seeing ability. I was thinking of something like that being involved with my old friends.
He nodded. "Yes. They're more dangerous than I am. They get a foul temper at times and things aren't very safe." He told me softly.
I looked him up and down. "Be that as it may, Edward, Jake is like a brother to me. It's only for a few hours, and Charlie is going with me. What's the worst that can happen?" I asked rhetorically.
The Cullen gave me an answer though. It was whispered and filled with deep sorrow and worry. "I'd never see you and the kids again."
His eyes were seemingly tortured, like the though killed him ten times over. It hurt to see it in his gold eyes that were a little darker than yesterday, and I wondered if this visit to La Push would really hurt him this much.
I couldn't help but take his hand and tell him I'd call it off on Monday, saying I wasn't okay to come down. Edward had given a very relieved look over it, and I deeply wanted to know why my trip to see Jake would cause him to not see me again.
Maybe I should talk to Alice. The future seeing pixie could help me...
"Knock knock." Emmett gave me a grin as he walked into my white hospital room that I wanted Esme to paint something bright and more lively, with Alice coming in as well, a bag with them both.
I smiled from the comfy chair I was FINALLYallowed to sit in. Carlisle had come in just a few minutes ago, and I had begged and pleaded with big brown eyes to let me at least sit in this chair. He didn't want to, but he had broken under my look and let me sit here. I wasn't to move but to get to the bathroom.
I had almost asked him in a sarcastic tone where I would even get to before I would be glared back into my cell by Edward who was sitting next to me on the couch, holding my hand as I relaxed back in the reclining chair.
"Hey, guys. Breaking me out of jail yet?" I asked hopefully, getting a quick chuckle from Edward.
Edward's chuckle gave me the answer, but it was a good thought.
Alice giggled. "Sorry, Bella. Two more days. We came to entertain you." She told me happily, sitting on my cleaned bed that a nurse cleaned, changed my sheets, and put one of those pads on it. For bladder leakage or some shit.
All prego women did it, so I wasn't so against having it.
I took the bag and set it on my legs, letting my daughter kick at it for invading space. "What is it?" I dared to ask, seeing the grin on Emmett's face.
"Nothing illegal." He shrugged, the grin growing when I smelled the bag and almost drooled. "Exactly. We bought a Fanta, too." He said softly.
"Oh I love you guys so much." I cried and eat a fry from the McDonald's bag of fries and nuggets.
"We know, hon." Alice said understandingly.
Edward gave them a look as he gave a soft laugh. "Carlisle won't be happy about this." He sang out.
"Probably not." I said back, eating a fry anyways.
Emmett just chuckled as he opened Alice's bag to pull out his PS3. "I brought a few games for us to play. You must be so bored in here..." He looked to me in sympathy while going to plug it in to the TV.
I nodded. "Very. I've been ordered to sit and stay, and do absolutely nothing else." I shook my head.
"Don't worry, Bella. We'll try and keep you entertained so you aren't so bored." Alice consoled me, watching me eat my fries and eye the door for any Cullen appearances who had a white coat. "He's with a patient upstairs. He'll come down in ten minutes to check on you, eye us in suspicion, and then tell you Esme is on her way in fifteen minutes to visit you." She sang happily.
"Future seeing pixie is useful." I nodded in respect and ate my meal more comfortably.
Edward looked at me with amusement, "try saying that ten years from now." He dared me.
"It doesn't work after the second." Emmett shook his head and handed me a controller and having one himself as he sat down on the couch near Edward.
I looked to them both. "How long have you been saying it then?" I asked them curiously, eating a nugget.
Emmett stopped what he was doing to blink before turning to me. "Since I was eighteen." He smirked at me, giving me a wink.
I raised a brow. "Dare I ask how old you are now?"
"Go right ahead. I'm an old man, though, sis." He laughed.
I hummed. "I think I won't ask. I like guessing games." I said contently, eating another fry.
I gave Edward the same look and he only gave me a very innocent look. "Dare I ask for you?" I asked him, a smile on my face.
He shrugged elegantly. "I'm sticking to seventeen." He informed without a care.
I nodded. "Cool. When's your birthday?" I asked him suddenly.
"March twelfth." Edward answered right away.
He didn't add the year...he knew what I was thinking from that twinkle in his eyes, too.
I looked to Emmett this time, and he answered, "December sixteenth."
I blinked. "That's yesterday's date." I said slowly, thinking of my surgery.
He nodded sadly. "Yeah. Not a very nice birthday this time around." He shook his head.
He shared the birth date of my son. It probably wasn't so uncommon, but it just made me think of what Emmett had done for me that day. He practically saved my and my twins' life, though I lost one; but he was already gone. Emmett had, essentially, saved us. Now to find our his birthday was yesterday just hit me.
And the fact that I never picked a name out for my son who's certificate was ready for me to fill in.
"Bella, are you okay?" Edward asked me worriedly.
I nodded slowly. "Yeah. I think I picked a name." I told him softly.
He looked curious. "You did? Do you want the certificate?"
After hesitating, I nodded surely, and Edward got up to get the black folder, and handed it to me. I set my treasure bag down, giving the controller to Emmett who was looking curious and interested as well. Opening the folder, I took out the certificate and was given a pen and a small piece of paper by Alice.
"Might want to write it out before you put it on. Don't want to misspell it." She told me, a knowing look in her gold eyes.
I nodded in agreement and I was left alone by myself for a bit. Edward knew that this, to me, would signify that my son was really gone. He knew how much it hurt me to sign a death certificate, so he left me alone, promising to come back in an hour after going home for a few things. Alice had gone with him, and Emmett was staying after I told him to give me ten minutes before he came back in the room so we could play our game. He was waiting outside my room like I asked him to.
I sighed lightly and put on my reading glasses before I opened the paper to start writing the name for my son, and blinked when I found it already written. I smiled in thought of Alice once again being useful, and knew I would be thinking it ten years from now, despite Edward and Emmett saying it was impossible. Writing the name out and finishing, Emmett knocked on the door before he came in with a soft, sad look in his gold eyes.
"Ready for our game?" He asked me softly as he retained his normal composure – or attempted to – and came to sit next to me, but using the couch.
I nodded. "Yeah. I'd kind of like a second opinion on his name first though." I gave Emmett the paper. "I want to know that I gave him a good name."
He took it with a smile. "Sure." He agreed, and went silent in shock when he read my son's name.
"I think it fits; named after my savior." I smiled happily, a few tears in my eyes when I looked to Emmett who was still looking at the certificate.
Emmett turned his eyes to mine, and I thought I saw tears in them. "I really like it, Bells. A damn good name for him." He commended me, still holding the certificate in his large hands.
I gave him a smile. "Thanks, Emm."
Besides, who best to name my son after then the man who saved mine? Looking at the paper, I knew there was no other name for my gone son.
'Emmett Drew McCarthy Jr.'
Sorry it's so late. Been thinking over this one chapter for a little while, and then I was writing a few other blank minded stories on my computer. I also didn't have motivation to go to the library.
Anyways, I know it's a little sappy and sad, but I think I like it. Like I said, the mood will lighten up by the next chapter.
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