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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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7. Chapter 7: Defiance

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Chapter Seven: Defiance

Sunlight rained down through the trees as Edward Masen walked down the street. His bronze-colored hair glistened in the fine light, tousled and unkempt as always. His hands were shoved deep into his trouser pockets, a thoughtful expression on his face. The year was 1924 and it was autumn in Chicago. He paused for a moment, leaning against a tall tree by the sidewalk. A slight breeze whipped through the air, causing Edward to tilt his face towards it…welcoming it like an old friend.

The peacefulness of the street was shattered by the excited squeals of a little girl. “Daddy!” she exclaimed, charging up the streets on her still unsure legs.

Edward whirled around, an angelic smile lighting up his features. He bent down towards the ground and spread his arms wide…letting his three-year-old daughter run into them. He crushed her to his chest and smoothed back her chestnut-colored locks. He gazed into her warm, brown eyes, only to lock eyes with someone behind his daughter.

Carefully walking down the street was his wife…Isabella. She had obviously been hurrying to keep up with their daughter, therefore her endearing clumsiness had prevailed. She straightened her hat a little bit and smiled when she saw Edward. He stood up, the little girl held firmly in his arms.

“Welcome back,” said Isabella, kissing him softly on the lips.

He smiled, putting his chin on the top of her head. “I was never gone.”


The dream whirled around in my head as I opened my eyes. Through them, I saw the anxious gazes of Edward, Charlie, Carlisle and Angela.

“Bella?” Edward called anxiously, putting a cool hand on the side of my face.

“Edward…?” I croaked, my mouth feeling dry and parched.

“I’m here, love.”

“Here, Edward,” I heard Carlisle say, passing him a glass of water. How did doctors sense these things?

Edward put it gently against my lips and I swallowed gratefully.

“Bella, honey, how do you feel?” I heard Charlie ask anxiously.

“Fine,” I lied, trying to sit back up.

Angela and Edward pushed me back down. “You fainted, Bella. Just take it easy for a while,” Angela said softly, some tone I could not detect in her voice.

I closed my bleary eyes, my head still hurt. Then I remembered Jake…Edward pushing him against the sink…how he’d phased in the yard.

“Let’s get her home,” Carlisle suggested.

I felt Edward lift me in his stone arms, crushing me to his chest.

“I can walk!” I protested, remembering that fateful day in Biology class during the blood type…

Edward chuckled softly, but I still could detect the worry in this sound.

“Will she be okay, Dr. Cullen? I mean, maybe I should follow you home…”

“That won’t be necessary, Charlie,” Edward interrupted smoothly.

“Yes…all she needs is some rest I think. Fatigue most probably brought this on,” Carlisle said. It was uncanny how he and Edward sounded the same, even though they were not related.

“Well, alright,” Charlie said gruffly, “Feel better, Bells,” he said, kissing my forehead.

“Bye, Dad,” I mumbled.

“I hope you feel better, Bella. Maybe I’ll see you before I leave,” Angela said.

“Bye, Ang…” I said tiredly. I heard the door open and my head lolled loosely on Edward’s arm. He slid into the backseat, me balanced in his arms. Carlisle started the ignition, and I felt like my brain was in a foggy state…

“What happened exactly, Edward?” Carlisle asked anxiously. They must’ve thought I was asleep…I was mostly, I guess.

“I lost control, Carlisle. I pushed him into the sink…I think he phased outside. Bella ran to the window, and…” Edward paused for a moment, his voice full of pain.

“And?” Carlisle prompted gently.

“She…she just crumpled onto the ground. Her eyes went huge for a moment, and then she just fainted.”

“She’s about four months along?”

“Yes,” he said tightly.

“The second trimester…this is supposed to be a physiologically pleasant time for her.”

“Are you sure it’s connected to her pregnancy?”

“No, I’m not. Bella has been known to faint before…”

“Not like this,” Edward interrupted, “She hasn’t been happy. I can see it in her eyes…it’s not good for her and the baby. She’s constantly on edge, and I’m worried too.”

“Why? What do you think is going to happen?”

“I can’t explain…it’s just a feeling I have. Like dark clouds are covering the sun…”

After this, I slipped off into a dreamland…the dream of Edward and me in 1924 burning in my mind. All the pain and anxiety left me…for now.


I woke up the next morning with muted sunlight coming through the window. I rolled over quickly, seeing Edward fiddling with the stereo in the corner. His back was turned towards me, his tousled hair set-afire by the sunlight. I put a hand to my head, and all of last nights events came rushing back to me…hearing the rustling of sheets, Edward turned around.

“Bella!” a look of relief came over his face. In one long stride, he crossed the room and was at my side.

“Good morning,” I mumbled, managing to kiss his hand.

“How do you feel?” he asked softly, smoothing the hair away from my face.

“Better…I’m sorry about last night. It was my fault…”

Edward stopped me. “Bella, you have absolutely nothing to feel sorry for. It was my fault…I shouldn’t have lost control like that.”

I grimaced and sat up slowly, not wanting to revisit last nights events anymore.

“Can I get you anything?” Edward asked.

I couldn’t explain it, but I really wanted some Cheerios. “Do you have any Cheerios?” I asked innocently.

Edward drew back from me, perplexed. “I’m sorry…what?”

“Cheerios,” I repeated slowly.

Edward just looked at me.

I rolled my eyes. “It’s a cereal, Edward. Of course, it’s nothing compared to a mountain lion…”

Edward pulled me out of the bed, half laughing.

“What’s so funny?” I asked, my eyes narrowing.

“Bella…I think you’re having some food cravings. So apparently, we’re going to get some “Cheerios” at the store.” He wrinkled his nose on “Cheerios.”

I smiled indignantly, maybe being pregnant wouldn’t be so bad after all. I stalked off towards the bathroom, Edward’s laughter following me out the door.


I walked rhythmically through the supermarket, perusing the many shelves. I glanced behind me, a slight smile forming on my lips as I looked at Edward. He was intently examining a package of marshmallows…the perfect actor once again. I felt bad, the Cullen’s only went grocery shopping for my benefit. Although they went regularly before, keeping up the charade…so the good people of Forks wouldn’t think they were living off twigs in seclusion.

This was my territory…a place where I knew what to do. Unlike everything else in my life. I walked over an aisle and nearly collided into Angela.

“Bella!” she said happily, a basket slung over her arm. Her hair was tied up in a messy ponytail, and she was looking anxiously over a shopping list.

“Hey, Angela,” I said with a smile.

“Do you feel better?” she asked, concerned.

I gave a short laugh. “Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry about last night…”

She shook her head in understanding. “No, it’s fine. So…how are things?”

I was surprised, there was a definite purpose to her question. “What do you mean?”

Angela sighed. “Do you mind if I say something, Bella? I don’t want to pry, but…”

I was instantly on guard. “Go ahead,” I said slowly.

“Bella…you don’t seem alright. You remember how last year you told me about the Edward and Jacob situation?”

She’d remembered. “Um…yes.”

“It doesn’t seem to be any better, and you just don’t seem…happy. I know it’s none of my business, but if you ever want to talk, I’m here.”

Oh, crap! She knew something was wrong…Angela was too perceptive. I managed a small smile. “I’m fine, Ang. Thanks for offering, though…really.”

Angela smiled. “Well, I’m glad. I’m leaving tomorrow…I’ll see you next time, though.”

I gave her a hug, forcing the tears back. I might not ever see her again… “Bye, Angela,” I whispered.

“Bye, Bella.” She turned around left, weaving her way through the shoppers.

I watched her tall form disappear, then turning back to my task of sorting through cereal. I brushed the tears angrily away with the back of my hand…I wouldn’t cry.

Suddenly, I felt Edward’s steel arms around me, his lips close to my ear. “Alice saw our mysterious visitor…he’s back and we misinterpreted his identity. We have to move…quickly!”