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2. Chapter 2
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The rest of the ride home was even worse. Edward didn't once smile, attempt to talk to me, or hold me. Instead, he sat rigid at my side, an expression of pure rage and anguish on his face. It was - although I'd never admit it - terrifying. He seemed to be carved out of ice, sitting still like only a vampire can.
I didn't try to email Rose again. One reason was that I had no idea what to say. Another was that if she was thinking about this, about how I wanted to keep the baby, Edward would be furious if he heard it. It was unavoidable, but maybe I could put it off for a little while.
The silence seemed to stretch on and on. The passengers seemed too considerate, never talking loudly. Any other day I would've been pleased. But I needed some kind of conversation to drown out this icy quiet.
Tentatively, I tapped Edward's shoulder. No response.
"Edward?" My voice was so weak. Still no response.
"Edward." A little stronger this time. But no reaction.
"Edward!" Finally, the statue came to life. His golden eyes searched my face in worry, looking for any signs of distress. I breathed in and out slowly, trying to make my face look as serene as possible.
I instantly felt bad for interrupting him. Now he was nervous for no reason.
"Yes," he said quietly.I scrambled for a reason to talk to him. "Uh... Uh...," I stammered.
"Nothing," I said finally. He lapsed back into his stony silence.
I was in the Cullen's living room, and what little sunlight there was in Forks was streaming in through the windows. Rosalie was beaming at me and cooing to the little baby in my arms. He smiled and gurgled, and looked so happy. He must have mirrored my emotions, because no moment was ever finer than this.
Then, just like that, Rosalie was gone. A hand reached out, clenched into a fist, and sent her flying. Over the river, past the meadow, far away.
And the same pair of hands were grabbing my little son, and taking him. I tried to run after him, but I wasn't strong enough. Then I was on the ground, and the earth seemed to split under me. I was falling...
I woke up to cool hands shaking my shoulders. My body was in knots, tangled up as much as the first-class airplane seat would let it. "We're here now. Let's go." He held out his hand, and I took it uncertainly. He already had our carry-ons in his hand.
He pulled me through customs and to baggage faster than I would've thought possible. In no time at all, it seemed, we were in front of Terminal 4, and in front of Edward's - now mine also - family.
It was quite unnerving. Six pairs of golden eyes stared at me intently, examining my face, inconspicuously dropping down to my swollen abdomen, and quickly meeting my eyes again. Rosalie must have shared information. And Carlisle.
The range of expressions on their faces was considerably wide. Each had a look of concern, but each also had something else. Emmett's expression was joking; I imagine thinking of how the baby must have happened. Esme looked at me wonderingly. Carlisle appeared fascinated by this new life form he could study.
Alice looked as if she was in pain. Rosalie was beaming. Jasper looked puzzled. I imagined that this was the result of him tasting the emotions in the air. Of course, there was Edward, with the black fury and self-hatred overpowering him.
And there was me, overwhelmed and hopelessly confused.The look on Rosalie's face seemed so smug, but I welcomed it this time. I almost regretted thinking badly of her for all this time. Almost. But she seemed so understanding, so caring, that I ran right into her arms. She held me tight.
"Thank you so much," I managed to stutter heavily. I couldn't believe that she of all people would be the one to help me out.
"You and I will get around the rest of them, don't you worry. I have a plan." I was a little nervous as to what this plan might be, but I decided to let it slide.
I glanced over at Edward. For no apparent reason, he stomped away, just a little too quickly for the human charade, his hands balled up into fists. We all looked curiously after him, but he didn't turn around.