Author's Note: First of all this story will deal with some sensitive subjects, I'm honestly considering upping the rating to "Mature" though it won't contain much of the smut and lemons you would normally encounter in that category. That being said, this isn't about my ideas, thoughts or opinions on the subject; it's about a story. I am going to take a little creative freedom here, so this won't mirror events exactly how they happened in Breaking Dawn. For example, in Braking Dawn Bella was only pregnant for a month, at most, and that really won't work for this so, I'm changing that. My updates probably won't be as frequent as my previous story, as this one requires more work to keep it as accurate and true to the original work as possible.

Alright, that being said, insert normal disclaimer here: I do not own any of the Twilight characters (though I fantasize frequently about owning several of them).

Breaking Dawn: Book 2 (Jacob) pages 177-178 All rights belong to Stephenie Meyer.

"So why hasn't Carlisle done anything?" I growled. "He's a doctor, right? Get it out of her."

He looked up and then answered me in a tired voice. Like he was explaining this to a kindergartener for the tenth time. "She won't let us."

It took a minute for the words to sink in. Jeez, she was running true to form. Of course, die for the monster spawn. It was so Bella.

"You know her well," he whispered. "How quickly you see… I didn't see. Not in time. She wouldn't talk to me on the way home, not really. I thought she was frightened- that would be natural. I thought she was angry with me for putting her through this, for endangering her life. Again. I never imagined what she was really thinking, what she was resolving. Not until my family met us at the airport and she ran into Rosalie's arms. Rosalie's! And then I heard what Rosalie was thinking. I didn't understand until I heard that. Yet you understand after one second…" He half-sighed, half-groaned.

"Just back up a second. She won't let you." The sarcasm was acid on my tongue. "Did you ever notice that she's exactly as strong as a normal hundred- and –ten- pound human girl? How stupid are you vamps? Hold her down and knock her out with drugs."

"I wanted to," he whispered. "Carlisle would have…"


Preface

I fought him with bleeding knuckles. I pounded into his chest, clawed at his glorious face and screamed my hate at him, "Put me down, you can't do this Edward!"

"You're not thinking right, Bella we're going to take care of you. Just settle down, I don't want you to hurt yourself," Edward spoke calmly back to me.

I continued my futile fight against him all the way back to the Cullen mansion. It was a place that used to be filled with joy and people I loved; not anymore. Tears streamed down my face as my hands moved instinctually to protect the unborn child that was growing in my womb. The child that Edward was about to kill.

I had nobody left on my side, and as it turned out, it was impossible to hide from a coven of seven vampires and six wolves determined to find me.

Edward slowed as he came into view of the house. He kept telling me that I would be alright, that it wouldn't hurt, that he would take care of me, as he carried me up the stairs.

"I don't care about me! Edward don't do this, please don't do this," I resorted to begging as he laid me out on the hospital bed.

I struggled, kicked and screamed more as he just held me there impassive. I saw Jasper walk in and he moved to hold my thrashing legs down, his calming affect slowed my struggle.

I turned my begging to Carlisle as he walked in, "Carlisle, I don't want this, you can't do this without my consent."

"Bella, you are mentally unstable, and unable to make medical decisions in your current state," Carlisle said.

"I'm not crazy!" I interrupted him.

"Is the fetus still speaking to you?" he asked me seriously.

I didn't answer him because I knew they would catch my lie.

"As your husband, Edward has the legal right to make this decision for you," Carlisle explained.

"I want the pregnancy terminated," Edward didn't miss a beat.

"No! No!" I cried to them.

"Bella the fetus is killing you. This is a hard choice to make, but it is the best option."

"I swear to God Edward, DO NOT DO THIS," I poured all my anger into my threat.

"Bella please just relax, it will all be over soon," he said back to me.

"Our marriage will not survive this Edward," I said back to him, knowing it was the truth.

It was quiet for a few moments before Edward spoke again, "I know," he said deflated, "but you will, and that's more important."


The most dangerous evil in all the world is the one that believes it is doing good.