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Edward and Bella have been married for two months now. Bella still hasn't reconciled with Jacob, and her transformation is only one week away. Then...Bella becomes pregnant. Choices will have to be made. Choices that could change Edward and Bella's lives forever. ^^ This beautiful banner was made by the talented Vatina!CHAPTER FIFTEEN: SHADOWS IS UP! (THE LAST ONE, GUYS!) :(BUT LOOK OUT FOR THE SEQUEL...SUNRISE!

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14. Chapter 14: Meg

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Chapter Fourteen: Meg


“Edward?” I called, walking up the stairs towards the nursery.

I paused and leaned against the wall for support, closing my eyes for a minute. Meg was now four months old, a little whirlwind who had rushed into our lives. She mostly possessed Edward’s looks, refined grace and temper, but…she had my stubbornness. Meg really was impossible, always regarding me tearfully with her golden eyes if she didn’t get her way…which was rare with Edward completely besotted by her.

Smiling, I brushed the hair away from my face, walking briskly into the nursery. Whilst managing to trip on the doorway. Upon sitting up, I could see Meg’s face through the slats of the crib. It was lit up by a mischievous and bright smile.

Slightly disgruntled, I strode towards her crib, folding my arms and putting my head on the side. “Are you laughing at me?” I asked.

She responded with a delighted, enchanting gurgle.

“Oh, thanks." My voice was sarcastic, but not angrily. I brushed her nose with my fingertip, and turned around, nearly crashing into Edward.

He smiled my crooked smile and gave a slight chuckle. “Why are you ranting at our daughter, Bella?” he asked playfully.

I scowled. “She was laughing at me.”

“I see.” He swept towards Meg, lifting her out of the crib into his stone arms.

At first, Edward had been afraid to even hold her…terrified she might break with the slightest touch. Finally, he seemed to get the hang of it, and now, he wouldn’t let her go. We’d also decided to put off my transformation even longer. Carlisle had convinced me that the Volturi probably wouldn’t come back for a time...not after the last incident. Besides, I couldn’t take care of a baby when I might be tempted to drink her own blood!

I shuddered, repulsed by the very thought, and turned back to the door. Edward set Meg down tenderly, and trailed after me as we descended the stairs.

“She’s getting older, Bella,” Edward said suddenly, his tone serious.

I paused and gave him a sympathetic look. “Yes, Edward. That’s what happens to us mere mortals.”

He shook his head. “No. I mean, what are we going to do once she gets older? Her schooling…living with a housefull of vampires…?”

I put a finger to his lips. “We aren’t going to think about that now, okay? Let’s just be a normal family for a while.”

Edward's lips formed a tiny smile. “A normal family?” He pulled me into his arms, letting my head rest against his shoulder.

“Yes,” I said softly. “A normal family.”


Softly, I closed the door to my bedroom and padded towards the nursery. Upon opening the door, the familiar strains of Edward’s lullaby wafted softly from the stereo…apparently, one of the only things that would soothe Meg at night. I crept towards the crib, regarding Meg’s sleeping form passively.

She was so tiny…exuding a childish innocence which I hadn’t seen in a long time. The crib was heaped with all sorts of expensive stuffed animals, which Alice and Esme had bought for her. Instead, she clutched a shabby and worn lamb, one of Bella’s childhood toys.

Suddenly, an image flashed before my eyes, unbidden. It was of me, dressed in the clothes of my time…holding a little baby. Angrily, I wove it off…trying to suppress the anger gnawing me from the inside. That was all I ever wanted in life. A loyal husband by my side, two or three children with golden locks.

“That’s not your life, though!” I snarled to myself.

Then, Meg’s eyes flashed open because of my empowered emotions. I tried to look away, but the golden magnitude of those eyes kept me in. Slowly, she reached a finger towards my face, which was leaning over the crib. I was frozen in time, unable to move. Meg’s finger brushed my cheek and a blinding light took over, a voice drifting though the open air…

“Rosalie, you don’t need to be angry any more. I know you wish for that life everyday, but you need to realize something. Would you really have had your freedom if you lived and died in that age…? With that scheming man as your husband, treating you as nothing but a prize? And Emmett…you would have never even met him.”

With a gasp, I broke the connection between us as I heard the door open.

“Rosalie?” Bella asked tentatively.


I walked in the nursery, only to see Rosalie leaning over Meg’s crib. Golden waves cascaded around her face, and she pulled away with a sharp jerk.

“Rosalie?” I asked.

She turned her luminescent eyes on me, their depths full of unvoiced pain. “I-I’m sorry, Bella,” she gasped.

“For what?” I asked, puzzled.

Her mouth opened for a moment, then closed with a snap. “Excuse me,” she whispered, streaking from the room.

I watchedher go, suspicion flickering in my heart. “That was odd,” I said to Meg, starting towards her.

She was awake, a timeless expression on her young face. I rubbed the sleep away from my eyes, stifling a yawn. Tonight, I wasbeing Super-Mom. Edward usually took care of Meg in the night when she cried but he, Carlisle and Emmett had gone hunting. I had just come in to check on her but felt compelled to carry her around for a bit…since she was awake and all.

Suddenly, I heard a sharp tap on the window. I jumped and narrowed my eyes, Meg in hand. There it was again! Slowly, I edged towards the window, grabbing a baby bottle for protection. Yeah, that would help. If a bloodthirsty vampire was at the house, I’d knock it over the head with a baby bottle! Cautiously, I peered through the panes…only to suffer a mild heart attack.

Standing there was Jake.

After the shock passed, I angrily threw open the window…Meg balanced in my arms.

“Jacob Black, what the heck are you doing here?” I yelled softly.

His head snapped up towards my window, dark eyes flickering. “Bells!” he said happily.

“Who else?” I asked sarcastically. “Wait, I’m coming down.”

I shut the window and hurried down the stairs, completely forgetting that I was still holding my four-month-old daughter. Why was he here…? I needed to set this right, tell him I couldn’t see him any more. I softly opened the front door and hurried out onto the porch.

“Jake, what are you doing here?” I hissed again, stumbling towards him.

“Hello to you to, Bella,” he said glumly.

“You didn’t answer my question,” I demanded.

His eyes scrutinized my face, then dropped down to Meg. “So this is…”

“This is Meg…my daughter,” I said softly.

His eyes looked tortured and I hated to see him hurt. What was he going to say next…?

“It smells like you’re both wearing cyanide perfume,” he said dryly.

I narrowed my eyes, ignoring the jab. “Jake…why are you here?”

He ducked his head. “I want you to hear me out, okay?”

“Jake…” I began.

He held up a finger. “Please, Bella.”

“Fine,” I said stiffly, sinking down onto the porch steps. I cradled Meg close, finding it a bit unnerving as she stared me down.

“Bella…I think you know how much you mean to me. I know you’re… married now. And a mom. But…what happens next? You become a leech for all eternity…leaving behind all who love you. Condemning your own daughter to that existence?”

My breath caught in my throat, my heart hammering even faster. “What are you saying, Jake?” I choked.

In one stride, he was in front of me…holding one of my hands in his. “Run away with me, Bella. We’ll leave in the middle of the night…you can take Meg with us! You know I’d treat her like my own daughter...”

“No!” I said sharply, recoiling from his touch. “You can’t do this to me, Jake! I made my choice…I’ve made all my choices. Please, please…don’t do this to yourself! You don’t deserve me…you’re too good for me.”

With that, I leapt off the porch and slammed the front door as Meg began to cry. As I sank to the floor, I caught a glimpse of Jacob’s expression. It was not hurt but something deeper. I’d wounded him…broken his heart. As he turned away, his gaze was hard…blazing with an emotion I couldn't read.

As the realization sank in, my own tears mingled with Meg’s as I stumbled up the stairs.