32. Fever

Months pass and my family don't even mention Rosalie, or if they do they don't do it in front of me. Alice grew more and more excited about the baby and found out she was going to have another baby girl. I was excited too - of course I was, I was having a baby sister! - but I couldn't help thinking about Rosalie's baby too. She'd be facing pregnancy all alone. I'd hardly spoken to her since she left apart from a few texts. She didn't want the family to know I was talking to her so she didn't text often.

Life kind of just...went on. Max and I kept going on dates, Alice and Jazz kept preparing for the baby's arrival, everyone kept going to work or school. It was like Rosalie had never come back.

Today, eight months into her pregnancy, Alice was stuffing cakes into her mouth like she hadn't eaten in a century - which, I guess, she barely had. She sighed, "Its so hot in here, I'm going outside."

I frowned at Alice because it was December and it was freezing. I shrugged; pregnancy I guess.

Jazz sits down beside me, "Hey princess."

"Hi Jazz." I replied with a smile.

"How are things with you and Max?" He asked.

"We're okay." I said. I frowned because Jazz usually tried to avoid talking about my boyfriend.

"How are your friends?" He asked.

I put down the controller to the video game I was playing, I turned to face him, "I know we're moving, Jazz."

"How?" He asked, confused.

"I saw you and Mom talking about it." I said.

"You were at school...oh." Jazz trailed off as he remembered my gift - seeing the past, even the very recent past as in three days ago.

"It's okay, Jazz, I'm not going to freak out." I said. He gave me a look, "Yeah, I know what I was like last time, but I was just a kid." I explained, "And yeah, it's going to be hard to leave behind Max and my friends, but I get why we have to go. Mom can't have two kids and still be 19. When are we going?"

Jazz looks surprised and impressed, putting his arm around me and silently conveying his pride at my mature response, "We figured we should go right before the baby's born, we don't want to move with a new born baby so it will have to be in the next few weeks."

I look out at Alice in the garden and my timing must have been impeccable because the second I lay eyes on her she sways and falls to the ground. "Mom!"

Jazz and I reach her at the same time, finding her unconscious on the floor. Jazz lifts her up gently, "Alice?! Alice!" He carries her bridal style into the house, "Carlisle!"

"Jazz, they're on Isle Esme." I said. Jazz swore and I stared at him, not used to hearing bad language from my father.

Carlisle, Esme, Bella and Edward had gone on holiday for the weekend, and Emmett had hitched a ride with them and was hanging out in Mexico, meeting an old friend. Renesmee was spending the night at Jake's because there was no one to tell her not to. That left just the three of us in the house.

"Alice?!" He said again, shaking her gently, "Shit, what are we going to do?"

"Can't we just call another doctor?" I asked.

Jazz shook his head, "We can't risk exposing what we are."

At this point, a gasp sounded from Alice and her eyes opened, sweat pouring down her forehead.

"Alice, what happened?!" Jazz asked. Alice made a sound like she was trying to speak but was too exhausted.

She's still sweating and colour rushes to her cheeks, "We need to cool her down, she's too hot."

"What?" Jasper said.

"Look at her." I said, "She's boiling. Cool her down while I find a thermometer."

I rummage through the kitchen drawers until I find one. When I return to the living room, Jazz is lying next to Alice, using the coldness of his own body to reduce her temperature. I stick the thermometer in her mouth and then open all the windows and doors, letting in the cold December air.

"Mama, can you hear me?" I asked and she nodded weakly.

"I tried calling Carlisle but no one answered." Jazz said.

I showed him my phone, "Weather report for Isle Esme - it's one Hell of a storm, I doubt any calls will get through."

I feel Alice's forehead and take the thermometer out of her mouth, "104.5. Geez that's high. Jazz, run a bath and make it lukewarm - not cold."

He looks reluctant to leave Alice, but my commanding voice and look convinced him and he leaves. I hear water running a second later. I grab a cloth and make it damp, laying it over her forehead. I pace nervously until Jazz comes back and carries her into the bath.

When we get her out her temperature has dropped slightly but it's still too high to be normal.

"Dress her in loose clothing and lay her on the bed." I said, opening the windows in my parent's bedroom. "Wait!"

He stops as he's about to help Alice put a shirt on. I touch her stomach where several red bumps have appeared, "I think she has chicken pox."

"Chicken pox? Isn't that really dangerous in pregnancy?!" Jasper cried. Alice let out a panicked noise.

"Don't panic, it's probably fine." I said, trying to calm my parents, "Find some Tylenol for her fever."

Jasper disappeared downstairs in search of medicine and I take Alice's hand, "You're gunna be okay, Mom, ya hear me?"

She murmured something incomprehensible and I squeeze her hand in way of response.

"Hang in their, Mama."

~o.O.o~

I wake up when I hear screaming.

I'd fallen asleep on the couch in Alice and Jasper's room, whilst Jasper stayed by Alice's side. It had been two days and there had been nothing but stress. Alice slipped in and out of consciousness, and frequently woke up in terror or had hallucinations. Her fever didn't drop below 102.5 despite our best efforts. We hadn't been able to get through to any of the family, and the storm on Isle Esme continued to block our calls.

"What's happening?" I asked, shooting out of the chair.

"I don't know." Jasper said, "She just started screaming."

"Mama?!" I asked, holding her hand.

Alice is grabbing her stomach and screaming in pain. The sheets are wet. "Is she in labour?!"

Jasper's eyes widen as if the idea hadn't even occurred to him, "She's not due for another month."

"The stress could have brought it early." I said.

"But she's still ill, isn't this dangerous?!" Jazz asked, the panic in the room rising.

"Go and get some towels." I said, ignoring his question, partly because I didn't know the answer and partly because I didn't want to.

"What are you going to do?" He asked.

"I'm going to deliver this baby."

A/N: Hey everyone, sorry it's been a while but exams have been keeping me plenty busy...anyway, hope you like this update and hopefully the next one will be up fairly soon :):)

So we know it's going to be a girl...any ideas on a name or on talents for the baby? ;);) I got a couple of ideas in my head but suggestions are always great and I still need some inspiration :);)

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