Disclaimer: The Twilight series belongs completely to Stephanie Meyer and publishers. I own none of it.
The whole plane ride home was complete torture. I feared for my baby's life more than anything, and I didn't understand how Edward would want to destroy something that we had made together. I was mostly, quiet the whole way, not wanting to talk to Edward about the baby, seeing as it might upset him. The plane began to descend towards the airport and I let out a small sigh of relief. Edwards hand grabbed mine gently. "Don't worry, we are going to take care of this," he told me. I pulled my hand away from him, folding it back into my lap. I was sure now. He was going to try and hurt him, but I wouldn't let him. Rose and I wouldn't let him. I looked out the window mutely, trying to ignore the look of confusion that riddled his features.
Landing took an excruciatingly long time. When we were allowed to leave, Edward guided me off the plane and through the airport.
"Is your whole family here?" I asked quietly.
"Yes, right over there," he said and pointed towards the baggage claim.
We walked over silently, and when we were about ten feet away I sprinted. She was there. We were safe. I ran into Rosalie's open arms and began to cry into her eternally cold shoulder. "It's okay now Bella, nobody is going to hurt him. I promise."
I turned around and looked at Edward. He had a painfully confused expression on his face, but also bordering on possessiveness. "Rosalie, take your hands off of her. Bella, come to me". He pleaded with his eyes and took all of my willpower to not run into him. Instead I shook my head. I could see the betrayal and I was praying that he could see my apology.
"You don't have to go to him, Bella," Rose said to me softly. "He doesn't understand." I nodded into the soft cotton that made up her jacket.
I looked up in time to see Edward jerk in surprise. His eyes were wide in shock, and flickering behind it, horror. Behind me, I felt Rosalie stiffen, looking at Edward with steel in her eyes.
"Bella told me what you and Carlisle are planning to do," she told Edward, still clutching me to her marble chest.
"I am not going to let you hurt this baby Edward," Rosalie said as she looked down at me. "We aren't."
I could see the disbelief and hurt cross over Edwards face. I knew what he was most likely thinking. He knew how I felt about Rosalie. Everyone did, and out of everyone I could have called, I had chosen her. But she was the only one I trusted to be on my side. She understood the need for a baby and she would understand me wanting to keep mine.
"Bella, love, this is ridiculous. Come to me and let me help you," he pleaded.
I turned my tear stricken face towards him. "I can't Edward. I love you, but I can't let you do that".
Edward was glaring at Rosalie and Emmett stepped protectively closer to her. Carlisle was the first to speak after a few moments of strained silence. "Let's not do this here," he said quietly. "We can go home and sort this all out. I need to examine Bella."
Carlisle was right. This wasn't the time or place and we were already beginning to attract looks from the passing people. I nodded in agreement and Rose gently led me out the airport when we got our luggage. When we got outside Edward held the car door of his Volvo open for me.
"As if she's riding with you," Rosalie snapped at him. I began to protest but she turned to me and quickly said, "You don't know where they could take you, or if they will get to the house before us." I very much doubted that they would do anything, but I nodded and chose to ride back with Rosalie and Emmett.
We met Edward, Carlisle, Alice, Esme, and Jasper at the house. The whole time that we were sitting there on the couch, Rose never took her eyes off of Edward and Carlisle.
"Bella, when did you first start showing signs of pregnancy?" Carlisle asked. I was prepared for these questions and took a deep breath.
"The day after we got to the island I was having the bizarre dreams, eating a lot, and really tired. But I had just started throwing up when Edward had left to go hunting." Carlisle nodded.
"We should go upstairs and I will take some measurements. Obviously your pregnancy is accelerated, and we need to determine how big you will most likely get every day." I nodded, too much in shock to speak.
"Wait," Rose said to Carlisle. "I'm coming up with you. I'm not leaving Bella alone with you and your hospital equipment." Carlisle sighed but he willingly complied.
Edward took my hand and led me upstairs, Rose trailing not too far behind. I could feel her eying us, not trusting him. "Rose it's okay," I tried reassuring her.
"No, I'm not leaving you with them so they can kill the baby." Edward rolled his eyes and pulled me a little faster. Rose was right next to me then, taking me from his grip, into the room herself. I lay down on the little table and Carlisle lifted my shirt, touching different spots on my slightly raised torso. I then noticed something. My stomach was bigger than when I had seen it in the bathroom on Isle Esme, swelling slightly.
"Your ten centimeters down the middle," Carlisle said while he ran his finger down an invisible line in the center of my swollen stomach.
'Ten,' I thought to myself nervously. Rose stroked my cheek and gave me a hopeful smile. I returned it and looked at Edward. He was leaning against the wall, looking at me with sadness in his eyes, and looking at Rose with hatred. I held my hand out to him and he took it.
"Bella I really think you should re-think this. You could get hurt," Edward told me pleadingly, looking at me with something near desperation in his amber eyes.
Before I could answer, Rose spoke up. "Bella has chosen what she wants and if you were a good husband and soon to be father, you would respect that," she snapped. I could hear a low growl in Edward's chest and I squeezed his hand to calm him.
"Well Bella, I think we should keep measuring every few hours and try to see if there's a pattern," Carlisle concluded, sounding a little disappointed at the lack of information. I was helped back downstairs by Rose with Edward still holding my hand.
"Would you like anything to eat Bella?" Esme asked me.
"Um...Yeah, I would like some eggs please," I answered timidly. Esme nodded, clearly looking happier to be able to do something. I searched the room for Alice, expecting one of my closest friend and sister to be with me. Instead she was sitting next to the staircase, her head in her hands, rubbing her temples. Jasper was next to her, rubbing her back.
I didn't linger on them to long. Esme returned from the kitchen with a plate of eggs steaming in her hand. I ate ferociously, ignoring the burn the hot food made sliding down my throat. All too quickly, the food was gone. I thanked her and lied down on the couch, Rosalie at the end and Edward sitting on the arm by my head, occasionally running his long fingers through my hair.
Suddenly, a horrible feeling overcame me. My stomach twisted in pain and I lurched forward, vomiting all over the floor and couch. I choked for a second and threw up again. Edward was at my side at once, moving my hair out of my face and talking to me softly. I couldn't hear his words, only the soft tones of his calming voice. I felt horrible. Stopping for a moment, I tried to catch my breath, my entire midsection twisting and cramping. My head felt as though it was being split with an ax.
I fell to my knees, jarring my entire body, and vomited again. Instantly, Esme was there with a trash bin, holding it under my chin. I was positive that all the eggs were gone, and there was nothing else to throw up when I did one last time.
"Bella," Edward said nervously, grabbing a wet cloth and wiping my face. I clutched at my stomach and felt a slight kick. It's okay now, it's over, I thought towards my baby.
I searched for Rose, who was in the corner wiping vomit from her shirt. For a short moment I felt irritated that she was doing this when I was in horrible pain over here. I forget about my irritation when a wave of vertigo hit, and I fell against the couch pillows. Edward had his arms around me. Soothing me and I could hear Rose talking to Carlisle about how me vomiting a lot probably wasn't good for the baby.
I closed my eyes and leaned into Edward's chest. This is going to be a long few weeks, I thought to myself again. But I could do it. I Had to do it. Not for me, but for the baby. For me and Edward's baby. I was going to do all I could to keep him alive. My little nudger, and with Rose's help, we could do it.