A/N: I had this finished yesterday, but FanFiction was being a little biotch and wouldn't let me sign on or anything.
I'm a little sad that I'm about to say this: THIS IS THE FINAL CHAPTER. That's right, Haunted is coming to an end. But do you remember what I told you last time? Think hard....it starts with a S and ends with -EQUEL.
It's a little tough to handle and I'll be waiting for the complaints, but I'm proud to say that I've actually completed the first story I've ever written. Yay for me!
Okay, enough with the Author's Note. I'll let you read now...
Edward spent a day in the hospital, on Carlisle's terms and for my own research. We moved rooms, because none of us wanted to spend a second longer in there. I stayed with him the entire time, sometimes asking him questions, sometimes just laying next to him and watching him sleep. I only left once to meet with an OB/GYN to get the pregnancy confirmed. The results came back while Edward and I were eating dinner together in his room.
"Carlisle said you'd be in here," My OB/GYN smiled as she shut the door behind her.
"Dr. Ryans, this is Edward." I introduced them, but they shook hands like old friends.
"We did rotations with each other, love." Edward leaned over to whisper in my ear when he noticed my puzzled expression.
"Glad to hear that you're better, Edward. Carlisle seemed worried about you the past couple of weeks."
"I've never felt better in my life. Thanks for the concern, Mel."
"I've got your results back, Bella. Congrats. You're two months pregnant!" I quickly did the math in my head and it seemed like Edward was doing the same because his hand gripped mine tightly and his skin was clammy against mine.
"Thanks, Dr. Ryans." I mumbled, my face feeling numb.
"I'll give your number to one of the nurses and she'll call you for your first appointment. Congratulations, you two." Dr. Ryans grinned as she left.
"Shit, he was right." Edward groaned, rubbing his face with his free hand.
"Is there anyway to pinpoint exactly the day of conception?" I was trying to recall every time Edward and I were together. There were more times after that one night in the hotel. Maybe there was a chance it wasn't from that night. Yea, and Satan's planning to build a Sno-Cone stand in Hell…
"There is, but there is more testing involved. I'm going to page Mel back and get you started." Edward the Doctor was in motion and all I could do was wait.
* * *
They took blood and urine samples, ultra-sounded my stomach and I had a full-blown examination, stirrups and all. I hobbled back to Edward's room, completely exhausted. I crawled onto the bed next to him and promptly fell asleep. Someone's insistent nudging and prodding finally woke me up. I rolled over, my eyes shooting open when I hung off the edge of the bed. I reared up, nearly breaking Edward's nose.
"It's okay, I got you. Dr. Ryans is back," Edward rubbed my arms as I leaned against him. Dr. Ryans stood near the door, looking a little worse for wear.
"Hey Dr. Ryans," My voice was rough with sleep as I greeted her.
"Results are hot from the printer." Both of us tensed as she flipped through the pages.
"You are actually about a month and half pregnant and the day you conceived is about two weeks after the date Edward asked me to check."
"So there's no way I could've conceived on that day?" Dr. Ryans shook her head and handed Edward the results. He let out a sigh of relief and tears pricked my eyes as I got to see the results myself.
"Thanks a lot, Mel, for the rush on these. I owe you big time."
"No problem, Edward. I'll see you next week, Bella." We sat in silence after Dr. Ryans left. I glanced down at the papers on Edward's lap and lost it. We had lived in fear for the past few hours and knowing that all traces of Jacob were gone from our lives was a huge weight lifted off our shoulders. Edward held me as I cried and I felt his own tears on my skin.
* * *
It had been a month since Edward's exorcism. We moved into a hotel for a week, both of us not ready for the transition back to the house. A majority of my morning sickness happened in that poor hotel bathroom. Edward had a hard time sleeping at night, waking me up with his violent thrashing in the bed. I resorted to sleeping on the floor next to the bed, which Edward objected to, but if I was going to get a good night's sleep, this was the only way possible. We left the hotel and spent a couple of days with Carlisle and Esme. I was getting fed up of moving from house to house and I needed new clothes, so I brought up going back to Edward's.
"No. Absolutely not." Edward said one night after a family dinner. Esme and Alice were in the kitchen, cleaning dishes and the rest of us were sitting around the table.
"Why not? Angela and Ben have been there more times than all of us combined and they said there is nothing going on there. It's completely safe."
"No." He didn't even look at me when he answered.
"You could stay with us," Jasper said quietly from next to me.
"Enough! I'm done with crashing in guest bedrooms! It's either our house or I'm going back to Seattle and waiting there until you head back to your own house." There it was, out in the open: my ultimatum. The entire room went still, even Esme and Alice stopped washing plates.
"Fine. Go back to Seattle, then. I'll call you when I move in." He pushed back from the table and stormed out of the room. It felt as though someone kicked me square in the chest. I fumbled for a chair, my vision blurred with tears.
"He didn't mean that, Bella." Emmett said, reaching across the table to grab my hand. I shook it off, using it to rest my head on.
"I should go and get my things," My voice was strained, my throat constricted from the emotions raging through me.
"Stay here for the night, Bella. And if you still want to, we'll drive you back to Seattle in the morning. He'll come to his senses sooner or later." Esme murmured, now standing behind me.
"I should go," I repeated again and stood up from the table. The entire Cullen clan followed me around the house and then out to my car. Edward had disappeared on foot, from what it seemed. Alice and Rose made me promise to call them whenever I got in later. Carlisle and the boys put my (few) bags in the backseat and Esme hugged me.
"Please call, okay?" I got in my car and backed out of their driveway, the Cullen family watching me go.
* * *
I pulled up the lengthy driveway, the large house looming and intimidating in the darkness. I scrounged in my purse for my keys, finding them at the very bottom of my bag. I walked up the steps and unlocked the front door. The familiar smell nearly brought me to my knees. I dragged my bags in behind me, leaving them at the bottom of the steps. I wandered the house, turning on lights as I went. There was a fine layer of dust on everything and I knew I was going to be spending my day tomorrow cleaning this house from top to bottom. I decided to go upstairs to get some sleep, so I grabbed my bags and hauled them up. The bed was made, which surprised me. I hadn't remembered ever doing it up. It looked inviting and I quickly unzipped my suitcase and slipped on my pajamas and climbed in. The scent on the pillows made me tear up slightly.
I didn't remember falling asleep, but a constant clicking noise brought me to my senses. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes as I tried to figure out where the noise was coming from. I walked out into the hallway and heard it in the room across from mine. I pulled up the shades and saw that it was rocks that were making the noise. I opened the window and stuck my head out, getting hit in the forehead in the process.
"Ow! What the hell is going on out here?!" I yelled, glaring down at whoever was throwing rocks.
"I forgot my keys. Let me in. It's fucking cold out here." Edward's voice yelled back to me.
"I thought you said you weren't coming home!"
"And you're supposed to be in Seattle! In, please?!" Touché. I took my sweet-ass time getting downstairs. I rubbed the tiny bulge of my stomach as I opened the front door. Edward leaned against the doorjamb, his eyes glassy and unfocused.
"Have you been drinking?" I asked, surprised. In all the time I had spent with him, I never saw him drink.
"Took you long enough," He grumbled, avoiding my question and tried to get in. I blocked the doorway, a growl in my chest.
"Uh-uh. Not until I get an explanation. You can sleep out here all damn night if I don't get a good enough answer from you."
"I'm sorry. It's been an interesting past couple of weeks. Babe, it's freezing out. Can I just come in?" I shut the door in his face. I started to walk away when I heard his voice again.
"I'm scared, alright? Is that a good enough explanation for you?" I tripped over my feet, catching myself on the sofa.
"Let me in. Let me in, Bella." He pleaded, a soft thud on the door echoed in the living room. I shuffled over and slowly opened the door. He stumbled in, grabbing onto me for support. I shut the door against the cold breeze and sat on the couch, staring openly at Edward. He shivered and took off his jacket, slinging it over the chair by the front door.
"Dusty," He commented as he passed the coffee table to sit across from me. I smiled, but knew it looked forced.
"You're not in Seattle." He didn't look at me, but I watched his every move.
"I, uh, don't know yet. I have to call your parents in the morning."
"Oh." An awkward silence fell upon us and I cleared my throat loudly.
"There hasn't been anything in the house since I've arrived,"
"You…you said you were scared?" I thought I would just bring the white elephant in the room into view. He didn't answer, so I tried another way.
"Jacob isn't coming back, Edward. He's gone. There's nothing to be afraid of anymore."
"How can you be sure of that? How do you know he's gone? Truly gone? What if it was like the other times, him hiding in my mind until the perfect time? I can't take any chances, Bella."
"I don't…I don't know…"
"Exactly! You don't know! How do you know that that…thing…inside of you isn't his?!" Edward jumped to his feet and pointed with a shaky hand to my stomach. Defensively, I wrapped my arms around my middle.
"Dr. Ryans confirmed that it couldn't possibly be his. You were there, Edward. You know for a fact that it isn't his. It's yours." He shook his head and turned around, shoving his hands in his pants pockets.
"How? How do you know?" His voice cracked and his shoulders trembled. I reached out towards him, grabbing his shirtsleeve.
"I can't, but the evidence proves it to be true. Nothing has happened since that night in the hospital. The only thing that you've done is have nightmares and even those are getting better. Edward, believe me when I say that Jacob is gone for good, never to be seen again." He dropped to his knees and sagged against the couch. I slid off my seat and crawled over to him, taking him in my arms. He nestled his head in the crook of my neck, his tears warm. I rocked him gently, kissing his forehead, cheeks, whatever I could reach.
"I'm scared he'll come back and I'll never see you again. I love you, Bella." Unable to put what I felt into words, I shifted so I could kiss his lips. Edward picked me up and carried me back upstairs to our room and loved me for the first time in nearly a month. And for the first time in nearly a month, slept peacefully.
* * *
The following months brought immense change, in both of our lives, both good and bad. Edward refused to go to therapy, his family insistent on helping him work through his "inner demons", deciding rather to put his feelings onto music sheets, spending hours alone in his music room every night. He even changed his profession, going from a surgeon to aspiring composer. I was fine with that, the long hours were taking a toll on both of us. My pregnancy was absolutely perfect. It helped having a husband who had a medical degree. Husband. I was still getting used to saying that. Edward proposed the day I had my first real ultrasound. We sat in the car, staring in awe at the tiny black and white picture that was our baby. He simply placed the ring on my finger and started the car up, backing out of the parking spot of the OB/GYN office.
"What are you trying to say?"
"I just want you to say yes." I did, and we were married four months later, all thanks to Alice's perseverance. It was a small ceremony in our backyard, just my family and Edward's.
* * *
The darkest day of my life came almost three months after Edward and I were married. For the entire length of my pregnancy, everything had gone smooth. Every test and ultrasound came back excellent; I was in the best shape of my life and so was the baby. I went into labor in the middle of the night and Edward drove like a mad man to the hospital. My labor was long and difficult, and when it came time to push, I was exhausted. The doctors tried everything they could and I knew something was wrong when they began to talk quietly with each other.
"Bella, we're taking you to the O.R., to have an emergency C-section." Dr. Ryans said, mumbling to a nurse to find an open operating room.
"Why? What's going on?" The medicine they gave me made my head swim and I tried to focus on their words intensely.
"…baby….problems….cord….neck…." Were the few words I caught. I felt Edward grip my hand tightly as they wheeled me out of my delivery room and quickly down the hall. Edward left my side to scrub up alongside the doctors, leaving me alone in the operating room to be prepped hastily. Edward kissed my forehead when he came into the room.
"Everything is fine, love. Don't worry. We'll have our beautiful baby here any moment."
"Alright, Bella. You're going to feel some pressure while we get this baby out, okay?" Dr. Ryans said loudly from behind the blue curtain the nurses had put up. Edward kept peering around the curtain, telling me the progress of the doctors. I gasped as an odd sensation rippled through me and Edward leaned over to tell me the baby was out.
"Why isn't it crying?" Edward said to himself, a frown forming on his forehead.
"Edward, what's wrong? What's going on, Edward?" I weakly raised my head, trying to see around the blue curtain.
"I'm going to go check," Edward went to get up, but Dr. Ryans came over to us, grabbing both of our hands.
"There were complications. We tried everything we could. Bella, Edward, I'm terribly sorry." Edward sat back down with a stunned look on his face. Tears streamed down my cheeks as the reality of the situation came crashing down around me.
"I want to see my baby," I whispered painfully. Dr. Ryans wrung her hands and knelt down next to me. She brushed hair from my cheek and I watched as a single tear rolled down her cheek.
"Bella, let me take you back to the room. There are certain things that need to be done first-"
"Let me see my baby." I said through gritted teeth. Dr. Ryans took a deep breath and signaled a nurse. She brought over a tiny bundle and placed it in Dr. Ryans arms.
"He's a beautiful little boy, Bella." She choked out before her owns tears of grief overtook her. She handed him over to Edward and he gently stroked our baby's face. He angled himself so I could look at my son. A bronze tuft of hair was covered by a tiny cap. His tiny nose and mouth reminded me of Edward's. Overcome, Edward placed his head next to mine and sobbed. My world felt like it was crumbling, my heart shattered into a million pieces in my chest. The operating room reverberated the sounds of Edward and my pain, the saddest sound in the entire world.
* * *
We named him Edward James Cullen, Jr., EJ for short. The cause of his death was the umbilical cord had wrapped around his neck during labor and he had been suffocated. Edward had broken the news to our family, while I laid in the hospital room, pretending to sleep so I wouldn't have to face them. Edward and I took EJ home with us and had a burial in the backyard, under the same tree where we had been married. It was Edward and I, which was enough for us. Carlisle and Esme had a small headstone made, all it said was Edward James Cullen, Jr. Alice planted a freesia plant next to the headstone and I took extra care of that tiny plant. Edward and I visited EJ every day, sometimes together, sometimes by ourselves. I talked to him about what I had done that day or I simply cried.
A few months after EJ's birth, I found that I was pregnant again. Edward and I took extreme care to monitor everything with this baby. We even decided to find out the sex before birth. We were excited to find that we were having a girl. As my due date approached, we were cautiously optimistic for a healthy and easy delivery. We were wrong. I panicked the minute I went into labor, a flash back to the not-so distant past where I was in the same situation. Dr. Ryans met us at reception, taking us immediately up to a room without a word. My labor was longer than before and after nearly eight hours, I delivered Masie Elizabeth Cullen. Edward had suggested Elizabeth, for his late mother, I thought using his former last name would me a touching tribute to both him and his parents. And when Edward was fast asleep next to my bed, I wept as I held Masie. Her tiny round face and brown hair must have come from me and her eyes started turning a brilliant emerald green, like her father's, hours after being born. Here, in my arms, was the embodiment of Edward and my love. The fears I had felt from the past leading up to this moment flowed through me. My life had been changed for the better, from the day I knocked a certain Edward Cullen's door to the day I said "I do", I knew there was no way I would ever be the same again.
* * *
Five years later, I was reviewing a case that Angela had brought over to me in my office and I heard Masie playing her room across the hall.
"Momma, come see my picture!" She called excitedly and I couldn't help but smile as I entered her brightly colored room. She had paper and crayons all around her and she held a piece of construction paper tight against her chest. Her brown curls bounced as she trembled with excitement.
"Alright, Masie, let's see it." I crouched down next to her.
"You ready?" I nodded and she put it down in front of me. I picked up and felt my heart stop. She had drawn Edward and I and herself, along with two other figures. There was a young boy with brown hair and some orange that she had scribbled in, and a tall, dark-skinned man with long black hair hanging past his shoulders, wearing a white button-up shirt and black pants. Underneath each of the drawings, she carefully wrote each name. Daddy, Mommy, Me, EJ, Mr. B. Shaken, I took the picture and stood up.
"Why don't you go downstairs and wait for Nana to come and get you? I'll be down in a few minutes," I hurried back to my office and shut the door. I dialed Edward's cell phone and waited anxiously for him to pick up.
"Hey, what's up, love?" He answered breathlessly. I forgot he was at the gym with Emmett and Jasper, playing basketball.
"Can you come home? I need to show you something,"
"What is it? Did something happen? Is it Masie?"
"No, it's not Masie per se, but something she drew. It's kind of important."
"It's not like something dirty, is it? I knew she walked in the other night…" Cutting to the chase, I blurted out,
"She drew EJ, Edward. I don't know how she knew who he was, or what he looked like."
"Leaving now. I'll be home in twenty minutes."
* * *
Edward came home at the exact moment Esme was leaving with Masie. He leaned down to kiss the top of her head and then his mother's cheek.
"See you two tonight at dinner," She reminded us as she picked her granddaughter up and carried her to her car.
"I'll bring dessert." I called back and closed the front door.
"Where is it?" I unfolded it and handed it over to him. He stared at it for a good ten minutes before saying anything.
"He looks exactly like me. That's EJ, for sure. And Mr. B can't be…" We both stared at each other in growing panic.
DUN DUN DUN! *loud applause from favorite and loyal readers* Thank you, thank you! First of all, I'd like to thank the Academy and most of all, the love of my writer's life, Stephenie Meyer, for dreaming of these characters and allowing me to have the chance to torment them in my mind. You like me, you really, really like me!
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