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Who We Are

Summary:
Sequel to 'What We Become'. Two years have passed since Bella gave birth to the twins. Things have changed, but things have also stayed the same.
Horrors keep coming back to scare Bella, and soon she is afraid to even get lose to Edward. What can happen when you forget what happens most?


Notes:
AN: So this is a bit of an introduction to the second part of my series. We shall see how this unfolds, and that will tell me whether or not there will be a third part. Sounds good? So, to new readers, it would be wise to go back and read "What We Become." Believe me, you won't be dissapointed.


7. Chapter 7

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Chapter 6

The slow hum of different machines doing their job felt vaguely familiar to the Cullens. Of course Carlisle had no problem with hospitals because he had spent a fairly good chunk of his life in them, but to the rest of them, especially Edward, this hospital meant something far more horrid. Carlisle waited for a moment as he took in one long breath. He had no idea how any of them were going to get through this. This night has been a wicked one for Edward and his family. Looking up, Carlisle heard the sobs before he caught sight of his wife. Esme rushed out of the room and threw herself into her husband's arms.

"This doesn't make sense. How could this happen?" She cried. "I always thought..."

"It was I who should have known." Carlisle murmured sadly.

"Niether of you should be blaming anyone but me." Edward said, coming around the corner, his arms crossed tightly. Esme pulled away from her husband and reached her hand out to her son.
"Edward.." She whispered.

"I just want to be left alone. Will you take the twins with you tonight?"

"Of course. Maybe we should call Alice or ... "

"No. It's better if nothing is out." Edward's eyes tightened, and he left the way he had come. Esme began to sob again. Carlisle tightened his arms around her, his lips hushing her into silence.

...

You broke through the storm

And you turned back the night,

Baby you are the fire burning the midnight sky

And your love is taking me higher

Just when all hope was gone, there you were

Like the light in the eye of a storm

Telling me not to cry anymore

Where I was while my world fell apart

Shining through like an angel from above

His hand behind his head, a relaxed posture- one of many slow, happy days- Emmett watched the clouds as they began to collect together. The air was still warm, moist, but he knew that the weather could change so easily here. Just like emotions, they were hard to keep under control.

At even the slightest touch, his body could completely change as well. Goosebumps appeared on his arms as her fingers made their way from fingers to shoulder.

The house behind them was completely empty, but they found more comfort on the soft grass of the back yard. A fountain gurgled from somewhere close by, but the only thing Emmett could look at was the beautiful, golden haired goddess curled up beside him.

Gently, but with complete command, Emmett rolled Rosalie onto her back and positioned himself over her. He was careful to keep himself as not to completely take the breath out of her with his heavy body. Her arms snaked around him, using slight pressure to make sure every part of his body was touching hers. Like two magnets, they were meant to stick together.

Sliding his fingers through her soft locks, Emmett wrapped his hand behind her head and tilted her face up to meet his. Her lips melted under his, and he knew at this moment he could make her do whatever he wanted. He pulled away and buried his face in her neck. Rosalie moaned softly and curled her fingers through his hair that curled as she explored it. As Emmett’s lips travelled down her throat and his hand made its way up her shirt, Rosalie lightly cupped her hand on his cheek. He looked up at her then, his brown eyes cloudy, reflecting the sky above them. Rosalie smiled, her full lips tempting Emmett beyond measure.

“What are you thinking?” She whispered as his lips outlined hers. His skin was rough beneath her hand.

“About how beautiful you are.” He moaned back, his hand moving across her stomach again. She squirmed as her body reacted to his touch. “I love you, Rose.” He murmured into her neck.

“I know,” Rosalie smiled anyway. She still loved hearing it. His eyes caught hers again, a rueful smile on his lips. It didn’t take long for her face to mimic his. She nodded. Emmett’s smile turned into a full out grin, his teeth gleaming. His weight pulled away from her, and she helped as he got rid of his shirt. She ran her fingers over his perfect chest and muscles. Emmett groaned and shivered before smashing his lips to hers. Rosalie felt his body tense up as she slid her hands up his back. She pressed down on his neck, urging, pleading for him to deepen the kiss. She moaned as he complied, opening her mouth with his tongue. She clasped her hands to his face, revelling in the blissful and delicious taste of him, her head went dizzy as his tongue continued to hungrily demand her tongue’s attention. He sucked on her mouth as if he expected warm nectar to appear and fulfill his needs. He only knew of one thing that could satisfy him for the time being.

The two of them barely noticed as the sky began to darken and thunder rolled from far away.

...

Edward snapped his cell phone open and then closed again. The light from the phone momentarily brightening his face in the darkness. The bench he sat on outside was just out of eyesight from the main doors to the hospital. he had no idea what he wanted to do this moment. He wanted to stay. He wanted with all his heart to stay and be there when she woke up, but would he want her there. It was clear she didn't love him anymore, and he wasn't quite sure why. Because he still loved her. He loved her so much that his entire body ached at the thought of loosing her. He prayed they would find out what was wrong and she would be his Bella again. The same wonderful, funny, amazing Bella from just two years ago. And he would try to be the same Edward. He would try with everything in his power to get a better job. Just so that she could be happy. Because he would do anything to see her smile.

The key. Just a key. But every key unlocks something. And the one that Edward held tightly in his hands now was the most important. Edward stood up and made his way back into the hospital, dropping the key in the trash can on his way.

As he entered the waiting room, he saw doctor who had a clipboard in his hands. Edward knew who he waited for.

"My parents have gone home." Edward murmured.

"Yes."

"Did you find out what is wrong with my wife?"

"Yes. Mr. Cullen. You might want to sit down." The doctor gave him a wary glance.

"Tell me." Edward ordered.

The doctor sighed and wiped his sweaty palm on his white jacket. "Your wife has a brain tumour."

...

"If I could give you anything in the world that money can't buy, what would it be?" Emmett whispered in her ear.

"You know what I want." Rosalie murmured back as the rain poured on the ground around them. "I want a miniature you." As the words left her mouth, Emmett covered her lips with his. Above them, the loudest thunder of the night, God's answer, pounded through the air.

"Thank You." Rosalie whispered as she held onto her husband.