Flabbergasted Phenomenon

Summary: "This is the most unique situation I have ever heard of with a human and a vampire," was what Carlisle said, but all I could think was, "I'm going to have a baby."

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, New Moon, or Eclipse. I just own the scenarios where I thrust my favorite vampire and his family and the love of his life! Yay for me!


Blinking my eyes rapidly, I tried to coherently think of a plausible reason for what was going on inside me. My body felt like it was on fire, and I suddenly withered on what I was laying on, gasping for breath. An angel appeared in my view, his face tortured as I gasped for breath again.

"Stop the fire," I whispered feebly.

He looked away from me, and I struggled as my fists clenched and my toes curled. My nerves were on fire, there was no other way to explain it. Finally I let out a scream that I knew tortured the angel even more.

"Carlisle, this isn't normal! It's been almost three days! What's going on?" I almost sighed in relief as I was pulled onto something cold. I opened my eyes and saw the angel with his arms wrapped around me, his head buried in the crook of my neck. His cold body helped relieve the fire.


"Edward," I breathed, the name of the angel coming to me suddenly…my angel. He pressed his lips against my skin, and I could hear him apologizing, but what was he apologizing for? He didn't do this to me…

Then darkness covered my vision, totally relieving me from the flames that were licking at my nerves.

Unmistakable pain was consuming me, but I felt like lead; I couldn't move. I struggled to open my eyes, but the hushed sound of velvet murmuring in my ear made me freeze. "Don't move. Don't breathe." I wasn't sure how long I could hold my breath, but I felt a cool hand caressing my forehead, and then I heard a gasp; one I was familiar with.

Edward was crying.

I wasn't sure which hurt more, the pain of my body's fire; one that I had almost grown accustomed to, or the pain of my angel crying. I couldn't hear anything but him as he knelt beside me, and I dearly wanted to reach out and hold him, to comfort him and tell him I was okay, but I listened to his warning. I wasn't to move or breathe.

It was hard to focus on not breathing when the need to gasp was becoming almost unbearable. The pain had me near withering, but I firmly kept my eyes closed and refused to let my body move. My lungs were burning with the need to breathe, and my heart was beating so slowly.

I didn't know where I was or what was going on around me, but it had to of been important…or at least, important enough for me to lay still.

And then I heard it.

More sobbing. I felt liquid on my face, undoubtedly tears. Heart-wrenched sobbing. I felt something coil around me, consuming me with more pain, and I almost shook with the force of it. Warm hands were touching my face, and the crying was harder.

And then something hit me with the force of a small bomb.

I'm at my own funeral.

And then it clicked, as I once again began to struggle with the waves of heat that went through my body.

I'm at my own funeral, changing.

The scent of blood had me reeling, it made my throat dry, and I quickly sat up, unsure if I was going to get sick or not. But the smell was inside my head, in my nose, and the dryness of my throat intensified.

My eyes snapped open, and my head darted side to side as I looked around a room that I thought was familiar with. But everything was in more detail, as if I was looking with new eyes. The windows indicated that it was night, but the exact time I was unsure of. And then I felt the texture of a sheet beneath me, and I shifted, looking around again.

It wasn't necessarily silent in the entire house, but I couldn't hear anything in the room, and that's what caught me off guard. I put my hand over my chest, and listened.

There was no heartbeat.

I wasn't sure if I should have been surprised or not. What frightened me though, was that I had no recollection of what could have put me in this situation. Why don't I have a heartbeat, and where exactly am I? Shelves upon shelves of albums was across from me, and an expensive stereo system…

Memories were struggling to break free, but I couldn't quite place the collection, or my location, for that matter. I took a deep breath and my jaw clenched tightly as my eyes darted to the door. The smell of blood, the rusty, salty scent, hit me full force, and my body reacted wildly. My stomach tightening, my mouth watered, and I stood up fluidly, surprised by how gracefully I moved. I cautiously walked towards the scent, and I stopped at the door. Without thinking, I opened it, and took another breath.

Blood. I thought, and a quiet growl began building in my chest. My teeth were bared as I stepped into the hallway. I could hear a woman talking, her voice frantic and excited, for a few seconds, and then everything was silent.

Suddenly, the hulking figure of a man appeared in front of me, and he was moving cautiously towards me. I felt my lips twitch as the blood hit me again. The blood was behind him.

"Bella, you're awake." I nodded my head curtly, and I shifted a little to the left. Whoever Bella is. He followed me wordlessly, still walking slowly. "What are you looking for?" he asked softly, a small smile gracing his features.

"Blood," I said, barely able to get the one syllable word out of my mouth. The huge man looked at me, his eyebrow arched, and I couldn't help but shiver.

"I will take you hunting," he gestured to behind me, and I shook my head.

"I already am." If that's what you want to call searching for blood.

Then in less than a second, he was in front of me, his arms wrapped firmly around my arms, shielding me from viewing the rest of the hallway. I struggled, snarling as I realized he trapped me. My mouth was watering as I shouted, "Let go of me!" He just tightened his grip on me, and I could hear him whispering as he tried to drag me away, but I fought hard against his chest, the smell of blood almost intensifying my strength. I could actually feel him fight against me.

"Someone get the baby out of here!" It was as if I was struck by lightning as my jaw tightened and I closed my eyes, my body suddenly freezing. My hands snapped up to my ears, and I shook my head over and over again, as if I was trying to block out what was said. The man didn't let go of me, but I could hear someone running up the steps.

Baby. Baby. There's a baby in this house. Baby… My thirst was controlling my thoughts. I couldn't stop thinking about how easy it would be to kill a baby. It was defenseless in the first place. I fought harder against his tight hold around my body. We hadn't moved very far from where he stopped me. He had one arm across my chest, strapping my arms to him, and he nearly lifted me off the ground with his grip on my waist as I tried kicking out of his grasp.

It was as if someone had slapped me, really hard, when something occurred to me. Through the haze that my thirst created around me, I thought, why would there be a baby in this house? My struggles started to slow, and then my body froze, again. And then with all my strength, I ripped my arms out of his grasp and put my hands on his chest and pushed as hard as I could. His body went flying away from me, and I broke out into a run, leaping over his stunned form. I was surprised by how fast I moved, but I didn't stop as the smell of blood burned my nose.

I held my breath.

I burst into a room covered in stars and a moon, but I paid it no heed as I saw a small baby inside of a wooden crib. I was beside the baby in an instant, and I could hear shouting for me, but I ignored it.

I reached into the crib, just as I heard sob-like cries from further down the hallway, saying, "Bella, no, stop! Someone get Bella!" Something inside of me warned me that I might be too strong for this little…baby, so I barely used any force as I lifted him into the air and rested him against my shoulder.

I could hear his heart thumping wildly, reminding me of my own heartbeat, or lack of, and I could feel his small breaths, and I could almost feel his lungs expanding against my skin, and his warmth almost made me shiver. I knew better than to breathe, so I just stood still, holding the small infant. I was too afraid to move, even just slightly, because the baby seemed so small, frail. I might hurt him.

It could have only been a second since I broke out of that huge mans grasp, because I heard someone step into the room. "Bella, you can't do this! You aren't yourself!" I spun around, and standing in the doorway was a handsome man. I struggled to remember him, I knew I should know him, just like I should have known the big man and this infant, but I couldn't remember. This angel's eyes were dark, with bruise like circles beneath his eyes, as if he had been in a fight.

I noticed that he didn't have a heartbeat either. What is going on?

"I love you Bella. Please give him to me. It isn't worth it, and you'll regret this for the rest of your existence." He stepped towards me, and a deep resonating growl escaped from my chest, and I took a step backwards. My lungs burned without breathing, but I knew it was too risky to take even the tiniest breath. I heard more people coming, and soon, he and I weren't the only ones in the room.

There was an entire group of them.

"Bella, please," his voice was softer, smoother, and I shivered, but stood my ground, shaking my head. I knew with all of these non-heart-beating people in this room, they were going to try and take him away from me, and I just wouldn't allow it. The one who kept calling me Bella moved closer to me, pleading, and finally, I rasped out,

"No." All movement stopped in the room, and I took another step back. It was as if someone was speaking for me as I said, "You can't take him from me, he's my child!" My voice was raspy as I tried not to breathe. I knew the blood from this child created a monster within me, and if I breathed, something bad would happen…

Suddenly, instead of the man who had been standing in front of me, it was another man, who looked only slightly older. His eyes were gentle, and I felt some of the hostility in the room disappear. I relaxed slightly, but still kept the infant in my arms. "Are you thirsty, Bella?" His voice was calm and soothing, relaxing me even further. I nodded my head frantically, wondering if that was the burning feeling in my throat.

"Why are you in here?"

My body was shaking, I needed to breathe, but what would happen if I did? "The baby," I rasped, not daring to move. "This is my baby, isn't it?" The little infant shifted in my arms, breathing lightly against my skin. I shivered, but didn't move otherwise.

"Do you know who you are? Who we are?" The man asked gently. I shook my head back and forth, my eyes darting to the people shifting behind him. The big man was trying to move to the front of everyone else. I crouched low, growling until he stopped moving.

"Bella," the man asked gently. "We're your family, and we're just trying to help you."

My eyes darted to him. Was I supposed to believe him? My eyes darted from each face, a small woman with short black hair, a man with blonde hair, the huge man, a woman with a kindly face, a beautiful woman…and then the man who looked like an angel.

I closed my eyes as I was assaulted with images. A wedding. A bed. An angel. My family. These images stopped as quickly as they started, and suddenly, I looked up with new eyes at the people standing in front of me.

Well, they weren't people. I could remember that much.

Or maybe it was; they weren't human.

I looked at the baby in my arms, and I tried to place a name. It was silent in the room, except for the fluttering heart of the baby, and then I smiled gently. "Gabriel," I breathed out, pressing my lips to the top of his head. His skin was warm and smooth against my lips, and the little brown hairs on his head felt like feathers tickling my skin. I could see everyone in the room shift, the tension increasing by tenfold. I looked up and for the first time, was able to place names with everyone in the room. "Edward, he's beautiful."

"I know, Bella." I didn't jump as I heard Edward cross the room and stand behind me in what seemed like less than a second. "He looks just like you." I wasn't sure about that, I hadn't seen his face. Edward very gently began to move my hand away from Gabriel's body. I had nearly been clutching him to my chest for five minutes now. "Let Carlisle take him, Bella. You need to hunt."

"I don't want to let him go!" I sobbed, allowing Carlisle to take him away from me.

"He'll be here when you get back. I promise, Bella." Once Gabriel was in Carlisle's arms, Edward embraced me tightly, and I hugged him back, just as fiercely, as I struggled to get my emotions under control. It was strange to cry without the release of tears.

"Come on Bella, let's go outside so you can breathe."

And suddenly, Edward tugged on my arm, and we were both running. It was an exhilarating feeling as the wind blew my hair, and we continued to run, even when we got outside. It wasn't until Edward stopped that I did.

And then I took a breath of fresh air.


Edward and I embraced again, and I felt him trembling as he lifted me off the ground. "Bella, Bella, Bella," he whispered, and I could hear sobs building inside of him. I tightened my arms around him and that was when he started to cry. Heavy dry sobs escaped from him, and I continued to hold him as I cried with him.

It wasn't until he settled down that I realized the role reversal; I was holding him. I squeezed him tightly, and whispered, "I have been waiting for so long to be able to hold you, Edward." My voice was small, but I knew he heard me.

"I know Bella, and to be able to feel this, it's indescribable." His velvety smooth voice soothed me and I loosed my iron-like grip on him to see his face. His eyes were lightening to a honey color, and I knew he was well fed.

"Tell me what happened," I breathed, resting my head on his chest. He rubbed his hand soothingly up and down my spine, and I was able to relax in his arms.

"You passed out not long after you gave birth to Gabriel," Edward began, twirling the end of my hair between his fingertips. "And you were loosing a lot of blood."


"Well, your contractions stopped. Carlisle gave you a dose of Pitocin, which helps speed up contractions, but you were unresponsive. Alice came running into the room, and she relayed a vision, and I had the choice of biting you, like you asked, or letting you die.

"I knew that you would not have allowed the second choice, so I bit you. And to be honest, I know I would not have been able to survive without you. Part of the decision was for selfish reasons—"

"It wasn't selfish," I murmured, keeping my eyes closed. I breathed slowly, and Edward continued on, as if I hadn't interrupted him.

"After I bit you, Carlisle and I weren't sure how to proceed, we both knew it would be three days before your heart stopped, so you truly weren't dead. Instead, Carlisle put you on a breathing machine and had you hooked to a heart monitor.

"By the second day, your heart slowed to the point where it was almost undetectable. By this time, Carlisle broke the news to your family and everyone else that you weren't going to make it. Even though I was your legal caretaker, I left the decision to Charlie and Renée about whether to take you off the breathing machine or not.

"It was excruciating, the day they turned it off. And we decided to have a funeral soon afterwards, but the only problem was that your heart was still beating, and you were still breathing! It felt unethical.

"On the third day, you woke up for the first time. And you were in so much pain, Bella." I kept my face buried in his chest, my arms still around him, tightly. "You begged me to stop the fire, and there was nothing I could do. I wanted to end your misery, but there was no way I could.

"By the fourth day, you still were breathing and your heart was almost done beating. But it was your funeral—"

"I remember!" I gasped, still not pulling away from his chest. "You told me not to breathe, and everyone was crying."

Edward was quiet for a handful of seconds, I could hear him struggling to breathe. I know I would never be able to understand the feelings he endured while at my funeral. Finally, he whispered, "Then your heart stopped last night, but you didn't wake up until today."

"My change took five days?" I asked, finally pulling away from him. I was confused, but Edward nodded his head. "Why?"'

"I'm not sure. Your capacity to be in a human's—or at least Gabriel's vicinity is astounding. A newborn vampire should not be able to have that control. And when you were hunting him—" I flinched and lowered my eyes. Edward very gently pressed his lips to my head. "It was like nothing I had seen before. The way you were fighting off Emmett—that's how Jasper fights. You know you could have broke off Emmett's arms, but instead you fought only as if you haven't hunted in a few hours.

"You have amazing self control."

"I'm a monster Edward," I whispered beneath my breath. "The idea of drinking my own child's blood should not have entered my mind."

"Did you want to drink his blood when you learned Gabriel was your son?"

"No, but—"

"And you look like you."

I stopped mid-sentence and looked at Edward. He pulled away from me, and ran his hands over my hips. "You look as if you never had Gabriel, or rather, you had Gabriel months ago." I looked away as he stared at my figure. "That could be the reason why your change took five days instead of three."

"But aren't I supposed to look the same?"

"You should, yes."

I looked back at Edward. "I wonder what my power is."

Edward smiled and grabbed my hand. "We can figure that out later. First, you need to hunt."

It was a little frightening, hunting for the first time, but Edward kept a firm grip on my hand. And it was awkward too, because I had no idea what I was doing; but the thought of getting home to be with my family again, to see Gabriel, was enough for me to keep trying.

After I hunted, Edward ran with me home. We didn't stop to talk to anyone, and I figured it was partly because I may have been a little messy with my hunting. I took a shower, and when I was dressed, I stared at my reflection in the mirror.

I felt like a monster when I saw myself. My eyes were red, and it made me shiver. I knew it was because I was just changed, and it would be awhile before my eyes turned topaz, but I felt uncomfortable. Would I frighten Gabriel this way?

And I was skinny. My hips were a little wider, but that made me curvier. And I was much prettier.

Before I could have gotten myself too distracted, there was a knock on the door, and Edward said, "Bella, are you all right in there?"

"I'm fine," I opened the bathroom door, careful to not crush the almost pliable doorknob in my fist. Everything seemed like rubber, was I really that much stronger? Edward smiled at me and kissed my cheek. Then we walked together to the bed, where we sat down side by side.

"Carlisle is bringing in Gabriel."


"Do you think you can handle it?"

I nodded my head, hoping that I would be able to. Edward carefully held my hands, and for a moment, I wasn't sure if he was restraining me, or trying to calm my nerves. I looked at him, and he smiled at me reassuringly, squeezing my hands.

Carlisle came into the room, cautiously, his arms holding a wiggling bundle. I could hear the fussy baby, and it made me cringe. He shouldn't be fussy. He should be just fine. I took a breath, not at first realizing what the scent would do to me. Carlisle froze in the middle of the room, watching me as if I would run and take the child.

I was a newborn after all.

But the strangest thing happened. My throat itched, as if it was dry, but nothing else. I took another deep breath, and exhaled slowly. I smiled at Carlisle and said, "I can handle it."

He didn't move from the middle of the room. "What are you feeling right now? Is your throat burning? Is your mouth filling with venom?"

I shook my head. "I feel fine. Are you sure Gabriel's a human?"

There was just a moment of silence, which frightened me just slightly. Was Gabriel a strange half breed? "He is…as far as we know," Edward murmured quietly. "No one in the house has reacted to him as a normal vampire should…but in your case, you shouldn't even be in the same room." Carlisle crossed the room, and very gently put Gabriel in Edward's arms. I saw an immediate change in Edward's entire demeanor; he smile at him, and his eyes held a whole different kind of gentleness to them. I have never seen him like this before. And then he looked at me. "Would you like to hold him?" His voice was soft and gentle.

"Yes…but won't I be too cold?" My arms were hesitant to stretch out and take the baby.

"He has a blanket, and obviously we can't hold him for long periods of time," Carlisle said, watching as Edward handed me my son. I just barely touched Edward's hands when he pulled away suddenly, his eyes as round as saucers.

"What?" I whispered, afraid that he didn't trust me.

"Your hands…" Edward whispered. I held them up. They didn't look any different. I examined my fingers and they looked pretty much the same as they did before. "Why didn't I notice this when we were outside? Bella, you're not a human, but you're warm!"

"I'm what?" I asked in a small whisper.

"To Carlisle and I, you aren't cold, because we're all the same temperature to vampires, which is warm. It would have been like humans being with humans. But when you're near a human, that's when you realize your lack of temperature, but right now…right now you're warm." His voice was breathless, and his eyes held disbelief. I looked down, because he was staring at me, and I felt Edward touch my chin.

"You're blushing."

My hands slapped against my cheeks. And in fact, they were a bit warmer than what I expected. "Does that mean I'm not a vampire?" I asked in a small whisper.

"No," Carlisle was standing by the end of the bed. "But it does mean that you have extraordinary powers. Your throat isn't burning?"

"No." I shook my head for emphasis.

Edward stopped Carlisle before he could ask any more questions. "Carlisle, could this wait?"

"Of course." Carlisle smiled warmly at me, and I smiled back. Then he left the room, but left the door open.

"Can I hold him now?" I asked, looking at Gabriel again. I straightened up in the bed, and Edward very gently placed him in my arms. Gabriel was still fussy, his hands by his face, his eyes and nose scrunched up as if he was going to scream. And then he opened his eyes. The warmest brown eyes I have ever seen stared back at me.

And he was quiet. Watching me as I watched him.

"He looks just like you," Edward said, again. "Except the nose. I think that's mine."

I laughed lightly as Edward tapped his nose. Gabriel's eyes opened wide for a second, and then he settled back down. "Has he been fed recently?" I whispered, afraid to disturb the moment.

"While we hunted." Edward kissed my forehead, and I closed my eyes. "Isabella Marie Swan Cullen, this is our child." I forced myself to open my eyes and look at Edward. He was smiling so genuinely at me, I stopped breathing. And then he closed the distance between us, and pressed his lips against mine. It was a chaste kiss, nothing different from all of our other kisses, except it meant more.

"I love you," I murmured, my lips leaving his and going along his jaw. "More than anything on this planet…almost." I gently brushed my fingers across Gabriel's head, and he yawned. I could have cried, this was the most perfect moment a mother could ever have with her newborn child.

"And I too," Edward breathed, wrapping his arm around me.



BB/N: Thanks for the reviews; to have a story this popular has done wonders to my ego.

I have enjoyed writing this story, and I hope you enjoyed reading it. :)

I would like to thank a lot of people at this time. First of all, I would truly like to thank my reviewers! Without you, this story would not have reached 2,000+ reviews. I am being honest in saying that my ego has exploded.

I would also like to thank the internet. I would not have been able to get this story out there without it, and I would not have found all the medical information either. The internet is an amazing tool when you're not that knowledgable in the category of pregnancy.

Google should be thanked as well, I guess. :)

Maybe my next fanfic will be just as good, or at least interesting, as this one.

Bob Bennit

December 7, 2008