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"What?" Her voiced hitched as she turned to face my brother.
"You heard me. Are they mine?" he asked, punctuation each word of his sentence.
"What's he talking about, mum." Emma asked. Aidan remained silent, offering no comment. Apparently, Bella decided to adopt the same strategy until it was apparent that Emma wasn't giving up.
"Emma, can we please talk about this later?" But her pleas fell on deaf ears.
"They dated, briefly." I said to Emma. "In high school, she never told you?"
Emma shook her head no. Still, Aidan remained silent.
I gave her the shortened version of Edward and Bella's encounter, all those years ago. I told her how they've met, how they've been partnered up in Bio and how their love worked. I then explained the events of Bella's treacherous eighteenth birthday and how Bella had decided she couldn't handle being put at constant danger and ended things with my brother. At that information, Bella's head snapped up and she glared at me, as if I were lying. She then turned to look at my brother who was looking anywhere but at her. She let out a cruel, cold sound. I think it was intended to be a laugh.
"Get out," she commanded. "All of you, now."
"No, sit." Countered Emma, "Is he? Don't you even think of lying to me." Her voice was stone cold, so much unlike its usual, bubbly tone.
Bella sat there, not saying a word. Apparently, that was an answer all on its own to Emma, who broke down and started sobbing. Her brother wordlessly moved from his space and gathered her in his arms where he held her while she cried.
"You really need to leave, please" whispered Bella. Her eyes were now trained on her children.
And she thought Rose was dense… "Are you for real?" I asked her
"Do I look like I'm joking?" she snapped at me, though she never actually turned to look at me.
I turned to look at my brother, hoping he'd be of some help. His expression – an unbalanced mixture of rage and pain – made me stop short. I hadn't thought of him. I hadn't considered how he must feel, finding out he had children he never knew about. How it must have felt to have spent the last few weeks with them all without knowing they were a part of him.
Next was Rosalie. She looked, put simply, like she wanted to cry. And I guess I knew why: she'd wanted this all her life. For centuries, she had wanted to bear children of her own, she wanted to be full and round and feel Emmett's child kicking from within her. Then, in comes Edward, someone who has never been fan children, generally speaking. He met a human girl – who she'd never been keen on, might I add - and they produce a child (I presumed) without even trying.
It was a kick in the teeth. Poor Rose.
Beside her, ever so loyal, Emmett held her tight, gently rocking her back and forth. He felt her pain. He has never been too crazy about the whole children thing, but seeing how his wife longed for some made him long for some, too. It was clear that he'd move heaven and hell for Rosalie. Unfortunately, this wasn't something within Emmett's control.
On the other hand, Esme was emotionless. It was then that I remember that she, too, was in want of children. I remembered how she's lost her child, Ethan, when he was a newborn. Not even days old. This had made her depressed. So much so that she tried to take her own life.
That was when she ran into Carlisle again. Working at a hospital, Carlisle saw the broken remains of the sixteen year old, lively girl and he simply couldn't let her die broken. For her sake, and for selfish reasons, he changed her, but her love for her dead child and her wishes for him to still be around didn't disappear.
Due to all our experiences and how we'd come from all different walks of life prior to our meeting, we all had different reasons to be mad at Bella for keeping this from Edward. Who did she think she was to keep him from his children, to deny them their own father? What kind of a mother must she be if she has never told them of who their father was?
"Don't you dare." Aidan's cold voice warned. His eyes bore into mine. How could possibly has he known what I was thinking? Was he a mind reader like Edward, too?
Having regained control of herself again, Emma turned to face her mother. "How could you keep this from us? How could you let us interact with them and leave us in the dark all this time?" she held her brother's hand for support. Her voice turned spiteful. "Or is that why you were trying to keep us away? Trying to keep your dirty little secret from us? It that fair, though, mum? Making Aidan and I suffer because you couldn't keep your legs shut?"
Bella recoiled. As if she'd been slapped. Her entire posture became cool, defensive, yet eyes, however, screamed hurt.
"Emma!" her astonished brother's voice scolded.
"What?! Don't you defend her." she turned to face him. Prepared to fight him, too, but something she saw in him stopped her short. She let out a laugh similar to the one Bella had released at Rose's expense earlier. "Tell me it's not true, Aidan." Her voice broke once again and developed into a heart wrenching sob. "No, Aidan! You didn't know. You couldn't know. You didn't know and keep this from me!" she was sobbing again. This time she hugged herself and scooted away from her mother and brother, closer to us. She bumped into Edward who immediately held her tight, and she he.
At this, Bella scoffed. "Really, Emma, really?!" she sounded appalled.
"Edward, Alice, I really think we should leave Bella to deal with this, she doesn't want our help and we'll force ourselves on her no longer," Carlisle, always the voice of reason, spoke.
Upon hearing that, Emma tightened her grip on Edward's shirt and held on to him tighter. In response, Edward gently but his left arm round her lower back, and used his right to rub gentle circles on her upper.
Eventually, we all left Bella's house. Deciding she couldn't say there anymore, Emma came with us. Once we got home, she went to sleep in the guest room.
Carlisle pulled Edward aside and had a quiet talk with him. Out of respect for him, the family chose not to eavesdrop.
Around three pm the same day, Bella stood on the other side of our door with her arms firmly set across her chest.
"I'm here to pick up my daughter." She said, inviting herself into the house.
"It's common courtesy to wait be invited in, Bella." Rosalie said bitterly.
"It's common courtesy to shut the fuck up unless invited into a conversation, Rosalie." She retorted back, already making her way up the stairs.
Apparently having had enough of Bella's attitude for one day, Rose stood from her position next to Emmett and was across the room in a matter of seconds. "That's it, you rude little girl, you may be able to get away with this in your own home, but you're on my territory now." Rosalie snarled.
At this, Bella merely scoffed and continued her ascent of the stairs. Rosalie followed Bella up the stairs not liking the lack of attention she was receiving. Bella pushed open the door in which Emma was resting to find her daughter sat on the double bed, staring into nothing.
"Emma," she commanded. "Let's go."
"No," her daughter said back.
"Now," Bella snapped.
The battle of stubbornness continued for a long time before Emma finally stormed out of the house and ran ahead of Bella.
Just as Bella was about to step of the Cullen household for good, a cold, calculating voice stopped her.
"If they're really my children, I can take them from you."
Dun, dun duhhhhhhh….
Erm, yup! This chapter done so quickly. How good am I?! And, I already sorta know what'll happen in the next chapter; I plan on starting it immediately, so it shouldn't be too long before the next update.
I've finished school now. No more exams, until next year, hopefully! Depending on how my GCSEs go, I'll be progressing to do my A-Levels! I've been looking round at different schools for sixth form and I've liked quite a few of them, so, fingers crossed, results will be of an above acceptable quality and I can progress!
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Arnoldis