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The Way I Love You

Edward and Bella do something they shouldn't have. Now they suffer the consecuences. How will they handle the pressure of being parents and other challenges along the way? All human characters. Slightly OOC, not too much though. Edward and Bella are 18. **Disclaimer: I sadly do not own Twilight.****The sequel is now posted. It's called "Total Bliss...Or Not" so check it out!**Create your own banner at mybannermaker.com!


15. Darkness

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"Oh, he was out! Is that umpire blind?" Charlie yelled at the t.v.

"I can't believe they lost because of that horrible call," I said, shaking my head.

"Me either, son, me either."

Charlie and I were bonding by watching the Mariner/Rockies game. It was a late game that started at eight, so it was about eleven o'clock now. The Mariners lost 6-5 in the bottom of the 9th. Bella was still unconcious and it's been almost three and a half hours.

"Hey, Charlie, I'm going to go get some food, you want anything?"

"No, I'm good. Thanks," he responded.

I wandered up to the third floor and walked past the NICU on my way to a vending machine. I stared at my two beautiful babies through the window, a smile on my face.

"Mr. Cullen, would you like to see your babies?" I looked up to see a young nurse smiling at me.

"I can go in there?" I asked her.

She laughed at my shocked expression. "Yes, your twins are quite stable for being so small, and as long as you wash your hands and put on scrubs, you can visit them."

"Okay, let me just go get some scrubs and wash my hands then!" I told her and ran off to my father's office.

"Edward? What's the rush?" he asked when I was standing in front of him, trying to catch my breath.

"Can I borrow a pair of scrubs?"

"Sure. Why?"

"Well, as long as I'm in a pair of scrubs and I wash my hands, I get to see my babies," I told him excitedly.

"Alright then," he said, going to the miniature closet in his office and pulling out a light bue pair of scrubs. "Here you go. Have you named them yet?" he asked as I put the clothes on.

"No. I want Bella and I to name them together. As soon as she wakes up and we visit the twins together, they'll have names," I said, tying the strings to the shirt. I was ready to go. "Bye, Dad, I'll see you tomorrow probably. Thanks for saving Bella."

"Anything for my future daughter," he smiled. "I love you, Edward."

"I love you too, Dad." And I was off. I pushed the number three button once I was in the elevator. I almost ran over a woman getting off on the third level also, trying to get to the NICU as fast as possible.

"Hello, Mr. Cullen," the same female nurse was waiting for me at the doors.

"Hello...uh...nurse," I replied like an idiot. I must be drunk on excitement.

She laughed. "Angela. Are you ready?"

I nodded eagerly and started to follow her, but then remembered, "Oh, I didn't wash my hands because I had to use the elevator and I didn't want to wash my hands just to have to wash them again, so I was wondering if I could wash my hands inside?" I rambled on.

"Of course," she said with a smile, holding the door open for me. I took a deep breath and walked straight to the sink in the back left corner. I scrubbed my hands thoroughly before slowly walking over to the front part of the room. I went over to the two incubators that read "Baby Cullen 1" and "Baby Cullen 2". Angela brought over a chair and set it in the middle of the two boxes so that I could sit.

I looked to my left first to see my beautiful daughter. From what little I could see, she had my bronze hair and my green eyes, but she looked like Bella the most. She had Bella's every facial part; her nose, her lips, her cheekbone structure, everything. I wondered if that meant she would be clumsy like her mother too. I laughed to myself at the thought and looked to my right to see my little man, my son. I knew Bella would love him, he was the spitting image of me. The bronze hair, green eyes, my mouth, my nose, everything. They were so tiny, both weighing about three pounds and sixteen inches long. But they were perfect.

I stuck my hand in the hole on my daughter's incubator and gently rubbed her small hand. "Hi, sweetie, it's your daddy. I love you," I said quietly. In response, she wrapped her little hand around my pointer finger. I almost cried. I never thought that I would be having kids at eighteen, twins even, with the love of my life. And I couldn't be happier with my life right now. Well, I could be if Bella woke up soon. I was broken out of my thinking though when I heard a weak squeal to my right, which soon turned into little cries. I turned to my right to see my son clearly not happy I've been ignoring him. I smiled at him and said, "Hello, handsome, I love you too." With my left hand still in my daughter's possession, I stuck my right hand in my son's incubator and ran my fingers down his tiny stomach. I could feel his soft breathing under my fingertips. All I could think about was having my two miracles right beside me.

I sat there for about thirty minutes before Angela came over to me and said that I needed to leave the NICU for the night. I sighed and said goodbye to my babies and that hopefully their mommy could visit them tomorrow.

"Thanks again, Angela. I really appreciate it," I told the nurse on my way out.

"Oh, no problem. Come back tomorrow," she smiled. I smiled back and walked back to Bella's room.


The first thing I noticed was that I couldn't feel a thing. I was completely numb. The second thing was that I had no idea where I was.

My eyelids fluttered and I had to blink a few times before I could actually see anything. I was in a room with a lot of white. There were machines everywhere. This wasn't the darkness that keeps the pain away, so why can't I feel anything?


"Dad?" My eyes focused on Charlie sitting in a chair next to my bed.

"Oh, Bella, you're awake!" he cried.

"Where am I?" I asked him.

"You're in the hospital, Bells."

"Why? Did grandma die?" I asked him, thoroughly confused.

He gave me a weird look. "No, Bells, you were in a car accident," he told me.

"So I'm the one in the hospital?" I think my dad's gone mental.

"Bella, are you okay?"

"Am I in a bed?" I asked, ignoring his question.

"Yes," Charlie said slowly, walking towards the door.

"Why can't I feel it?" I started to panic. I couldn't remember a thing that happened tonight and I couldn't feel a thing my body was touching.

"That's the morphine from your surgeries. You're just numb."

"What did I have to have surgery for?"

"Well, there was the c-section and then the surgery to repair your arm." I looked down and sure enough, my right arm was in a cast. But a c-section?

"Why did I need a c-section?"

"Bella, you had twins," Charlie said, his voice now full of panic. Well, that certainly threw me for a loop. Twins. I was pregnant?

"Um, excuse me, can we get a doctor in here. Like, now!" Charlie practically yelled out my door.

"Charlie, what's wrong?" a very familiar voice said. Those sparkling green eyes looked into mine and he grinned that crooked grin that I love the most. "Bella!" He rushed over to me and kissed my forehead.

"Edward," I grinned up at him.

"Hi, sweetheart," he responded.

"Edward, she doesn't remember a thing about last night, and she didn't know she was pregnant," Charlie told him.

"Excuse me?" Edward said.

"Edward, we had babies?" I asked excitedly.

"Hello Charlie. What can I help you with?" Carlisle asked. "Oh, Bella, you're awake, very good."

"Carlisle, Bella doesn't remember anything that happened last night, she can't feel a thing, nor does she remember being pregnant," Charlie said in a rush. Edward squeezed my hand, a nervous look on his face.

I reached up to smooth out the frown lines on his forehead. "Edward, what's wrong?" I asked him.

"Post-traumatic Amnesia," he whispered. Carlisle nodded.

"Yes, I believe so. I will run some tests to make sure," Carlisle said.

"So what does this affect, exactly?" Charlie asked.

"Well, Bella won't remember anything that happened last night after the car accident, which explains not remembering giving birth, but she still knows who everybody is. It's not too serious, and it won't be returning, so once we inform her what happened, and the morphine wears off, she'll be fine," Carlisle said. "But I'm not for certain that's what's going on. I'll need to test her to see. I think we have time first thing tomorrow morning."

"Thank you, Carlisle," Charlie said and went back to my side. "Bells, I think I'm going to get some shut eye. I'll see you in the morning."

I nodded slightly. "Okay, I love you Dad."

"Love you too, Bells." He kissed my forehead and left the room.

"Okay, I'm going to leave you two to talk. Bella, get some rest. You too Edward. I'll see you in the morning," Carlisle said, and left also.

I turned to Edward. "So I'm a mommy?" I asked him.

He couldn't help the grin that crossed his face. "Yes, we now have a son and a daughter."

I smiled with him. "What are their names?"

"I didn't name them yet. It's something we should do together when we visit them together for the first time. I actually went to see them today and they are so beautiful. Our daughter has my hair and eyes, but she looks just like you. And our son is the spitting image of me, you'll like that." He paused for a moment before asking, "Do you really not remember being pregnant?"

"I guess I just don't remember giving birth. I remember being pregnant, and you proposing to me in the nursery," I smiled, remembering, then continued. "And I remember you telling me you loved me, and I said I loved you too, and then we kissed, and that's where the memories end. I woke up here, thinking I was in the darkness, but it was so white."

"Wait, darkness?" Edward said.

"You know, the darkness. It keeps the pain away. Numbs you, really. I was in the darkness, but your voice pulled me away from the darkness, keeping me in the light where the pain was," I told him.

"Bella, was there anything in the darkness?" he asked me, but suddenly he was fading fast. The darkness was creeping up on me again, taking me under.


"Bella?" She had closed her eyes. "Bella, sweetie, you okay?"

Her heart moniter went wild and she was hyperventilating. No no no, this wasn't happening.

"Doctor! We need a doctor!" I screamed. The nurse on call monitering Bella ran into the room and put an oxygen mask on Bella. Carlisle ran into the room and got out the dreaded paddles.

"Clear!" he yelled.

The moniter beeped faster.