The line of black advanced on me through the shroud-like mist. I could see their
dark ruby eyes glinting with desire, lusting for the kill. Their lips pulled back over
their sharp, wet teeth – some to snarl, some to smile.
I heard the child behind me whimper, but I couldn't turn to look at him. Though
I was desperate to be sure that he was safe, I could not afford any lapse in focus
They ghosted closer, their black robes billowing slightly with the movement. I
saw their hands curl into bone-colored claws. They started to drift apart, angling
to come at us from all sides. We were surrounded. We were going to die.
And then, like a burst of light from a flash, the whole scene was different. Yet
nothing changed – the Volturi still stalked toward us, poised to kill. All that really
changed was how the picture looked to me. Suddenly, I was hungry for it. I
tvanfec/them to charge. The panic changed to bloodlust as I crouched forward, a
smile on my face, and a growl ripped through my bared teeth.
I jolted upright, shocked out of the dream.
The room was black. It was also steamy hot. Sweat matted my hair at the temples
and rolled down my throat.
I groped the warm sheets and found them empty.
Just then, my fingers encountered something smooth and flat and stiff. One
sheet of paper, folded in half. I took the note with me and felt my way across the
room to the light switch.
The outside of the note was addressed to Mrs. Cullen.
I'm hoping you won't wake and notice my absence, but, if you should, I'll be back
very soon. I've just gone to the mainland to hunt Go back to sleep and I'll be here
when you wake again. I love you.
I sighed. We'd been here about two weeks now, so I should have been expecting
that he would have to leave, but I hadn't been thinking about time. We seemed to
exist outside of time here, just drifting along in a perfect state.
I wiped the sweat off my forehead. I felt absolutely wide awake, though the clock
on the dresser said it was after one. I knew i would never be able to sleep as hot
and sticky as I felt. Not to mention the fact that if I shut off the light and closed
my eyes, I was sure to see those prowling black figures in my head.
I got up and wandered aimlessly through the dark house, flipping on lights. It felt
so big and empty without Edward there. Different.
I ended up in the kitchen and decided that maybe comfort food was what I
I poked around in the fridge until I found all the ingredients for fried chicken.
The popping and sizzling of the chicken in the pan was a nice, homey sound; I felt
less nervous while it filled the silence.
It smelled so good that I started eating it right out of the pan, burning my tongue
in the process. By the fifth or sixth bite, though, it had cooled enough for me to
taste it. My chewing slowed. Was there something off about the flavor? I checked
the meat, and it was white all the way through, but I wondered if it was completely
done. I took another experimental bite; I chewed twice. Ugh – definitely
bad. I jumped up to spit it into the sink. Suddenly, the chicken-and-oil smell was
revolting. I took the whole plate and shook it into the garbage, then opened the
windows to chase away the scent. A coolish breeze had picked up outside. It felt
good on my skin.
I was abruptly exhausted, but i didn't want to go back to the hot room. So I
opened more windows in the TV room and lay on the couch right beneath them. I
turned on the same movie we'd watched the other day and quickly fell asleep to
the bright opening song.
When I opened my eyes again, the sun was halfway up the sky, but it was not the
light that woke me. Cool arms were around me, pulling me against him. At the
same time, a sudden pain twisted in my stomach, almost like the aftershock of
catching a punch in the gut.
Tm sorry," Edward was murmuring as he wiped a wintry hand across my
clammy forehead. "So much for thoroughness. I didn't think about how hot you
would be with me gone. I'll have an air conditioner installed before I leave again."
I couldn't concentrate on what he was saying. "Excuse me!" I gasped, struggling
to get free of his arms.
He dropped his hold automatically. "Bella?"
I streaked for the bathroom with my hand clamped over my mouth. I felt so horrible
that I didn't even care – at first – that he was with me while I crouched over
the toilet and was violently sick.
"Bella? What's wrong?"
I couldn't answer yet. He held me anxiously, keeping my hair out of my face,
waiting till I could breathe again.
"Damn rancid chicken," I moaned.
"Are you all right?" His voice was strained.
"Fine," I panted. "It's just food poisoning. You don't need to see this. Go away."
"Go away," I moaned again, struggling to get up so I could rinse my mouth out.
He helped me gently, ignoring the weak shoves I aimed at him.
After my mouth was clean, he carried me to the bed and sat me down carefully,
supporting me with his arms.
"Yeah," I croaked. "I made some chicken last night. It tasted off, so I threw it out.
But I ate a few bites first."
He put a cold hand on my forehead. It felt nice. "How do you feel now?"
I thought about that for a moment. The nausea had passed as suddenly as it had
come, and I felt like I did any other morning. "Pretty normal. A little hungry, actually."
He made me wait an hour and keep down a big glass of water before he fried me
some eggs. I felt perfectly normal, just a little tired from being up in the middle of
the night. He put onCNN – we'd been so out of touch, world war three could
have broken out and we wouldn't have known – and I lounged drowsily across his
I got bored with the news and twisted around to kiss him. Just like this morning,
a sharp pain hit my stomach when I moved. I lurched away from him, my hand
tight over my mouth. I knew I'd never make it to the bathroom this time, so I ran
to the kitchen sink.
He held my hair again.
"Maybe we should go back to Rio, see a doctor," he suggested anxiously when I
was rinsing my mouth afterward.
I shook my head and edged toward the hallway. Doctors meant needles. "I'll be
fine right after I brush my teeth."
When my mouth tasted better, I searched through my suitcase for the little firstaid
kit Alice had packed for me, full of human things like bandages and painkillers
and – my object now – Pepto-Bismol. Maybe I could settle my stomach and
calm Edward down.
But before I found the Pepto, I happened across something else that Alice had
packed for me. I picked up the small blue box and stared at it in my hand for a
long moment, forgetting everything else.
Then I started counting in my head. Once. Twice. Again.
Theknock startled me; the little box fell back into the suitcase.
"Are you well?" Edward asked through the door. "Did you get sick again?"
"Yes and no," I said, but my voice sounded strangled.
"Bella? Can I please come in?" Worriedly now.
He came in and appraised my position, sitting cross-legged on the floor by the
suitcase, and my expression, blank and staring. He sat next to me, his hand going
to my forehead at once.
"How many days has it been since the wedding?" I whispered.
"Seventeen," he answered automatically. "Bella, what is it?"
I was counting again. I held up a finger, cautioning him to wait, and mouthed the
numbers to myself. I'd been wrong about the days before. We'd been here longer
than I'd thought. I started over again.
"Bella!" he whispered urgently. "I'm losing my mind over here."
I tried to swallow. It didn't work. So I reached into the suitcase and fumbled
around until I found the little blue box of tampons again. I held them up silently.
He stared at me in confusion. "What? Are you trying to pass this illness off as
"No," I managed to choke out. "No, Edward. I'm trying to tell you that my period
is five days late."
His facial expression didn't change. It was like I hadn't spoken.
"I don't think I have food poisoning," I added.
He didn't respond. He had turned into a sculpture.
"The dreams," I mumbled to myself in a flat voice. "Sleeping so much. The crying.
All that food. Oh. Oh.Oh"
Edward's stare seemed glassy, as if he couldn't see me anymore.
Reflexively, almost involuntarily, my hand dropped to my stomach.
"Oh!" I squeaked again.
I lurched to my feet, slipping out of Edward's unmoving hands. I'd never
changed out of the little silk shorts and camisole I'd worn to bed. I yanked the
blue fabric out of the way and stared at my stomach.
"Impossible," I whispered.
I had absolutely no experience with pregnancy or babies or any part of that
world, but I wasn't an idiot. I'd seen enough movies and TV shows to know that
this wasn't how it worked. I was only five days late. If Iwas pregnant, my body
wouldn't even have registered that fact. I would not have morning sickness. I
would not have changed my eating or sleeping habits.
And I most definitely would not have a small but defined bump sticking out between
I twisted my torso back and forth, examining it from every angle, as if it would
disappear in exactly the right light. I ran my fingers over the subtle bulge, surprised
by how rock hard it felt under my skin.
"Impossible," I said again, because, bulge or no bulge, period or no period (and
there was definitely no period, though I'd never been late a day in my life), there
was no way I could bepregnant The only person I'd ever had sex with was a vampire,
for crying out loud.
A vampire who was still frozen on the floor with no sign of ever moving again.
So there had to be some other explanation, then. Something wrong with me. A
strange South American disease with all the signs of pregnancy, only accelerated...
And then I remembered something – a morning of internet research that seemed
a lifetime ago now. Sitting at the old desk in my room at Charlie's house with gray
light glowing dully through the window, staring at my ancient, wheezing computer,
reading avidly through a web-site called "Vampires A-Z." It had been less
than twenty-four hours since Jacob Black, trying to entertain me with the
Quileute legends he didn't believe in yet, had told me that Edward was a vampire.
I'd scanned anxiously through the first entries on the site, which was dedicated to
myths around the world. The FilipinoDanag, the HebrewEstrie, the Romanian-
Varacolaci, the ItalianStregoni benefici (a legend actually based on my new
father-in-law's early exploits with the Volturi, not that I'd known anything about
that at the time)... I'd paid less and less attention as the stories had grown more
and more implausible. I only remembered vague bits of the later entries. They
mostly seemed like excuses dreamed up to explain things like infant mortality
rates – and infidelity.No, honey, I'm not having an affair! That sexy woman you
saw sneaking out of the house was an evil succubus. I'm lucky I escaped with my
life! (Of course, with what I knew now about Tanya and her sisters, I suspected
that some of those excuses had been nothing but fact.) There had been one for the
ladies, too.How can you accuse me of cheating on you – just because you've
come home from a two-year sea voyage and I'm pregnant? It was the incubus.
He hypnotized me with his mystical vampire powers....
That had been part of the definition of the incubus – the ability to father children
with his hapless prey.
I shook my head, dazed. But...
I thought of Esme and especially Rosalie. Vampires couldn't have children. If it
were possible, Rosalie would have found a way by now. The incubus myth was
nothing but a fable.
Except that... well, therewas a difference. Of course Rosalie could not conceive a
child, because she was frozen in the state in which she passed from human to inhuman.
Totally unchanging. And human women's bodies had tochange to bear
children. The constant change of a monthly cycle for one thing, and then the bigger
changes needed to accommodate a growing child. Rosalie's body couldn't
But mine could. Mine did. I touched the bump on my stomach that had not been
And human men – well, they pretty much stayed the same from puberty to
death. I remembered a random bit of trivia, gleaned from who knows where:
Charlie Chaplin was in his seventies when he fathered his youngest child. Men
had no such thing as child-bearing years or cycles of fertility.
Of course, how would anyone know if vampire men could father children, when
their partners were not able? What vampire on earth would have the restraint
necessary to test the theory with a human woman? Or the inclination?
I could think of only one.
Part of my head was sorting through fact and memory and speculation, while the
other half – the part that controlled the ability to move even the smallest muscles
– was stunned beyond the capacity for normal operations. I couldn't move my
lips to speak, though I wanted to ask Edward toplease explain to me what was going
on. I needed to go back to where he sat, to touch him, but my body wouldn't
follow instructions. I could only stare at my shocked eyes in the mirror, my fingers
gingerly pressed against the swelling on my torso.
And then, like in my vivid nightmare last night, the scene abruptly transformed.
Everything I saw in the mirror looked completely different, though nothing actuallywas
What happened to change everything was that a soft little nudge bumped my
hand – from inside my body.
In the same moment, Edward's phone rang, shrill and demanding. Neither of us
moved. It rang again and again. I tried to tune it out while I pressed my fingers to
my stomach, waiting. In the mirror my expression was no longer
bewildered – it was wondering now. I barely noticed when the strange, silent
tears started streaming down my cheeks.
The phone kept ringing. I wished Edward would answer it – I was having a moment.
Possibly the biggest of my life.
Ring! Ring! Ring!
Finally, the annoyance broke through everything else. I got down on my knees
next to Edward – I found myself moving more carefully, a thousand times more
aware of the way each motion felt – and patted his pockets until I found the
phone. I half-expected him to thaw out and answer it himself, but he was perfectly
I recognized the number, and I could easily guess why she was calling.
"Hi, Alice," I said. My voice wasn't much better than before. I cleared my throat.
"Bella? Bella, areyou okay?"
"Yeah. Urn. Is Carlisle there?"
"He is. What's the problem?"
"I'm not... one hundred percent... sure..."
"Is Edward all right?" she asked warily. She called Carlisle's name away from the
phone and then demanded, "Why didn't he pick up the phone?" before I could
answer her first question.
"I'm not sure."
"Bella,what's going on? I just saw – "
"What did you see?"
There was a silence. "Here's Carlisle," she finally said.
It felt like ice water had been injected in my veins. If Alice had seen a vision of
me with a green-eyed, angel-faced child in my arms, she would have answered
me, wouldn't she?
While I waited through the split second it took for Carlisle to speak, the vision I'd
imagined for Alice danced behind my lids. A tiny, beautiful little baby, even more
beautiful than the boy in my dream – a tiny Edward in my arms. Warmth shot
through my veins, chasing the ice away.
"Bella, it's Carlisle. What's going on?"
"I – " I wasn't sure how to answer. Would he laugh at my conclusions, tell me I
was crazy? Was I just having another colorful dream? "I'm a little worried about
Edward.... Can vampires go into shock?"
"Has he been harmed?" Carlisle's voice was suddenly urgent.
"No, no," I assured him. "Just... taken by surprise."
"I don't understand, Bella."
"I think... well, I think that... maybe... I might be ..." I took a deep breath. "Pregnant."
As if to back me up, there was another tiny nudge in my abdomen. My hand flew
to my stomach.
After a long pause, Carlisle's medical training kicked in.
"When was the first day of your last menstrual cycle?"
"Sixteen days before the wedding." I'd done the mental math thoroughly enough
just before to be able to answer with certainty.
"How do you feel?"
"Weird," I told him, and my voice broke. Another trickle of tears dribbled down
my cheeks. "This is going to sound crazy – look, I know it's way too early for any
of this. Maybe Iam crazy. But I'm having bizarre dreams and eating all the time
and crying and throwing up and... and... I swear somethingmoved inside me just
Edward's head snapped up.
I sighed in relief.
Edward held his hand out for the phone, his face white and hard.
"Urn, I think Edward wants to talk to you."
"Put him on," Carlisle said in a strained voice.
Not entirely sure that Edwardcould talk, I put the phone in his outstretched
He pressed it to his ear. "Is it possible?" he whispered.
He listened for a long time, staring blankly at nothing.
"And Bella?" he asked. His arm wrapped around me as he spoke, pulling me
close into his side.
He listened for what seemed like a long time and then said, "Yes. Yes, I will."
He pulled the phone away from his ear and pressed the "end" button. Right
away, he dialed a new number.
"What did Carlisle say?" I asked impatiently.
Edward answered in a lifeless voice. "He thinks you're pregnant."
The words sent a warm shiver down my spine. The little nudger fluttered inside
"Who are you calling now?" I asked as he put the phone back to his ear.
"The airport. We're going home."
Edward was on the phone for more than an hour without a break. I guessed that
he was arranging our flight home, but I couldn't be sure because he wasn't speaking
English. It sounded like he was arguing; he spoke through his teeth a lot.
While he argued, he packed. He whirled around the room like an angry tornado,
leaving order rather than destruction in his path. He threw a set of my clothes on
the bed without looking at them, so I assumed it was time for me to get dressed.
He continued with his argument while I changed, gesturing with sudden, agitated
When I could no longer bear the violent energy radiating out of him, I quietly left
the room. His manic concentration made me sick to my stomach – not like the
morning sickness, just uncomfortable. I would wait somewhere else for his mood
to pass. I couldn't talk to this icy, focused Edward who honestly frightened me a
Once again, I ended up in the kitchen. There was a bag of pretzels in the cupboard.
I started chewing on them absently, staring out the window at the sand
and rocks and trees and ocean, everything glittering in the sun.
Someone nudged me.
"I know," I said. "I don't want to go, either."
I stared out the window for a moment, but the nudger didn't respond.
"I don't understand," i whispered. "What iswrong here?"
Surprising, absolutely. Astonishing, even. Butwrong?
So why was Edward sofurious? He was the one who had actually wished out loud
for a shotgun wedding.
I tried to reason through it.
Maybe it wasn't so confusing that Edward wanted us to go home right away. He'd
want Carlisle to check me out, make sure my assumption was right – though
there was absolutely no doubt in my head at this point. Probably they'd want to
figure out why I was alreadyso pregnant, with the bump and the nudging and all
of that. That wasn't normal.
Once I thought of this, I was sure I had it. He must be so worried about the baby.
I hadn't gotten around to freaking out yet. My brain worked slower than his – it
was still stuck marveling over the picture it had conjured up before: the tiny child
with Edward's eyes – green, as his had been when he was human – lying fair and
beautiful in my arms. I hoped he would have Edward's face exactly, with no interference
It was funny how abruptly and entirely necessary this vision had become. From
that first little touch, the whole world had shifted. Where before there was just
one thing i could not live without, now there were two. There was no division –
my love was not split between them now; it wasn't like that. It was more like my
heart had grown, swollen up to twice its size in that moment. All that extra space,
already filled. The increase was almost dizzying.
I'd never really understood Rosalie's pain and resentment before. I'd never imagined
myself a mother, never wanted that. It had been a piece of cake to promise
Edward that I didn't care about giving up children for him, because I truly didn't.
Children, in the abstract, had never appealed to me. They seemed to be loud creatures,
often dripping some form of goo. I'd never had much to do with them.
When I'd dreamed of Renee providing me with a brother, I'd always imagined
anolder brother. Someone to take care of me, rather than the other way around.
This child, Edward's child, was a whole different story.
I wanted him like I wanted air to breathe. Not a choice – a necessity.
Maybe I just had a really bad imagination. Maybe that was why I'd been unable
to imagine that I wouldlike being married until after I already was – unable to see
that I would want a baby until after one was already coming....
As I put my hand on my stomach, waiting for the next nudge, tears streaked
down my cheeks again.
I turned, made wary by the tone of his voice. It was too cold, too careful. His face
matched his voice, empty and hard.
And then he saw that I was crying.
"Bella!" Hecrossed the room in a flash and put his hands on my face. "Are you in
"No, no – "
He pulled me against his chest. "Don't be afraid. We'll be home in sixteen hours.
You'll be fine. Carlisle will be ready when we get there. We'll take care of this, and
you'll be fine, you'll be fine."
"Take care of this? What do you mean?"
He leaned away and looked me in the eye. "We're going to get that thing out before
it can hurt any part of you. Don't be scared. I wont let it hurt you."
He looked sharply away from me, toward the front door. "Dammit! I forgot Gustavo
was due today. HI get rid of him and be right back." He darted out of the
I clutched the counter for support. My knees were wobbly.
Edward had just called my little nudger athing. He said Carlisle would get it out.
"No," I whispered.
I'd gotten it wrong before. He didn't care about the baby atall. He wanted tohurt
him. The beautiful picture in my head shifted abruptly, changed into something
dark. My pretty baby crying, my weak arms not enough to protect him....
What could I do? Would I be able to reason with them? What if I couldn't? Did
this explain Alice's strange silence on the phone? Is that what she'd seen? Edward
and Carlisle killing that pale, perfect child before he could live?
"No," I whispered again, my voice stronger. That couldnot be. I would not allow
I heard Edward speaking Portuguese again. Arguing again. His voice got closer,
and I heard him grunt in exasperation. Then I heard another voice, low and
timid. A woman's voice.
He came into the kitchen ahead of her and went straight to me. He wiped the
tears from my cheeks and murmured in my ear through the thin, hard line of his
"She's insisting on leaving the food she brought – she made us dinner." If he had
been less tense, less furious, I knew he would have rolled his eyes. "It's an excuse
– she wants to make sure I haven't killed you yet." His voice went ice cold at the
Kaure edged nervously around the corner with a covered dish in her hands. I
wished I could speak Portuguese, or that my Spanish was less rudimentary, so
that I could try to thank this woman who had dared to anger a vampire just to
check on me.
Her eyes flickered between the two of us. I saw her measuring thecolor in my
face, the moisture in my eyes. Mumbling something I didn't understand, she put
the dish on the counter.
Edward snapped something at her; I'd never heard him be so impolite before.
She turned to go, and the whirling motion of her long skirt wafted the smell of the
food into my face. It was strong – onions and fish. I gagged and whirled for the
sink. I felt Edward's hands on my forehead and heard his soothing murmur
through the roaring in my ears. His hands disappeared for a second, and I heard
the refrigerator slam shut. Mercifully, the smell disappeared with the sound, and
Edward's hands were cooling my clammy face again. It was over quickly.
I rinsed my mouth in the tap while he caressed the side of my face.
There was a tentative little nudge in my womb.
It's okay. We're okay,I thought toward the bump.
Edward turned me around, pulling me into his arms. I rested my head on his
shoulder. My hands, instinctively, folded over my stomach.
I heard a little gasp and I looked up.
The woman was still there, hesitating in the doorway with her hands halfoutstretched
as if she had been looking for some way to help. Her eyes were
locked on my hands, popping wide with shock. Her mouth hung open.
Then Edward gasped, too, and he suddenly turned to face the woman, pushing
me slightly behind his body. His arm wrapped across my torso, like he was holding
Suddenly, Kaure was shouting at him – loudly, furiously, her unintelligible
words flying across the room like knives. She raised her tiny fist in the air and
took two steps forward, shaking it at him. Despite her ferocity, it was easy to see
the terror in her eyes.
Edward stepped toward her, too, and I clutched at his arm, frightened for the
woman. But when he interrupted her tirade, his voice took me by surprise, especially
considering how sharp he'd been with her when shewasn't screeching at
him. It was low now; it was pleading. Not only that, but the sound was different,
more guttural, the cadence off. I didn't think he was speaking Portuguese anymore.
For a moment, the woman stared at him in wonder, and then her eyes narrowed
as she barked out a long question in the same alien tongue.
I watched as his face grew sad and serious, and he nodded once. She took a quick
step back and crossed herself.
He reached out to her, gesturing toward me and then resting his hand against my
cheek. She replied angrily again, waving her hands accusingly toward him, and
then gestured to him. When she finished, he pleaded again with the same low,
Her expression changed – she stared at him with doubt plain on her face as he
spoke, her eyes repeatedly flashing to my confused face. He stopped speaking,
and she seemed to be deliberating something. She looked back and forth between
the two of us, and then, unconsciously it seemed, took a step forward.
She made a motion with her hands, miming a shape like a balloon jutting out
from her stomach. I started – did her legends of the predatory blood-drinker includethis?
Could she possibly know something about what was growing inside
She walked a few steps forward deliberately this time and asked a few brief questions,
which he responded to tensely. Then he became the questioner – one quick
query. She hesitated and then slowly shook her head. When he spoke again, his
voice was so agonized that I looked up at him in shock. His face was drawn with
In answer, she walked slowly forward until she was close enough to lay her small
hand on top of mine, over my stomach. She spoke one word in Portuguese.
"Morte,"she sighed quietly. Then she turned, her shoulders bent as if the conversation
had aged her, and left the room.
I knew enough Spanish for that one.
Edward was frozen again, staring after her with the tortured expression fixed on
his face. A few moments later, I heard a boat's engine putter to life and then fade
into the distance.
Edward did not move until I started for the bathroom. Then his hand caught my
"Where are you going?" His voice was a whisper of pain.
"To brush my teeth again."
"Don't worry about what she said. It's nothing but legends, old lies for the sake of
"I didn't understand anything," I told him, though it wasn't entirely true. As if I
could discount something because it was a legend. My life was circled by legend
on every side. They were all true.
"I packed your toothbrush. I'll get it for you."
He walked ahead of me to the bedroom.
"Are we leaving soon?" I called after him.
"As soon as you're done."
He waited for my toothbrush to repack it, pacing silently around the bedroom. I
handed it to him when I was finished.
"I'll get the bags into the boat."
"Edward – "
He turned back. "Yes?"
I hesitated, trying to think of some way to get a few seconds alone. "Could you...
pack some of the food? You know, in case I get hungry again."
"Of course," he said, his eyes suddenly soft. "Don't worry about anything. We'll
get to Carlisle in just a few hours, really. This will all be over soon."
I nodded, not trusting my voice.
He turned and left the room, one big suitcase in each hand.
I whirled and scooped up the phone he'd left on the counter. It was very unlike
him to forget things – to forget that Gustavo was coming, to leave his phone lying
here. He was so stressed he was barely himself.
I flipped it open and scrolled through the preprogrammed numbers. I was glad
he had the sound turned off, afraid that he would catch me. Would he be at the
boat now? Or back already? Would he hear me from the kitchen if I whispered?
I found the number I wanted, one I had never called before in my life. I pressed
the "send" button and crossed my fingers.
"Hello?" the voice like golden wind chimes answered.
"Rosalie?" I whispered. "It's Bella. Please. You have to help me."
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