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So Close to Forever

In anticipation of the Breaking Dawn movie, I re-wrote a scene from the book from Edward's POV. It's the scene where the first signs of Bella's pregnancy are made known. This is what I imagine might be going through Edward's head.


1. Chapter 1

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The panther fell limply to the earth as I dropped its drained, lifeless body away from me. Normally, this would have been an indulgent treat since panthers were not something I hunted on a regular basis. But today, it was all the same to me. I was very anxious to make my way back to the island and to my beautiful wife, Bella.

My wife…I thrilled at the word. Such a small word for all the meaning it held for me. Bella had been my wife for seventeen whole days, and even now, it didn’t seem possible that my greatest wish had been realized: The one I loved with every fiber of my being was mine forever. I wanted to begin every new day at her side basking in that knowledge.

I hadn’t left the island once since we had arrived, and I was reluctant to leave at all. I didn’t want to miss a single, glorious moment with her in Esme’s beach house, but I knew I needed to feed at some point. My eyes had grown darker and darker with each passing day reminding me to quell my thirst.

So it had been with grudging acquiescence that I dragged myself away from the island and my Bella, but only during the night when Bella was asleep. I had left a note telling her where I was and how quickly I would be back in her arms again. And now that I had eaten my fill, that was exactly what I ventured to do.

I ran with all haste towards the house, and as I approached, I noticed that her scent was further away than it had been when I left. I could tell, even from where I stood outside, that she was not where I’d last seen her.

She must have woken and found me gone, I thought to myself.

Quietly, I opened a side door, which led to the blue room. Sure enough, she was not there. The bed had been slept in, of course, but she herself was nowhere to be seen. Her scent was coming from the living room.

Strange. Why would she move from the bed to the couch? Maybe it had been too warm in the bedroom for her.

The television was on playing the same musical we had watched the other day. I looked down at her sleeping form and smiled. She was particularly beautiful in repose and I wouldn’t have disturbed her but for the fact that she looked so hot and sweaty. I would cool her down with my body.

Gently, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer to me. In that moment, an odd expression came over Bella. Her eyes widened as if in surprise. I naturally assumed it was the feel of my cool skin against her.

“I’m sorry,” I murmured as I wiped my hand across her clammy forehead. “So much for my thoroughness. I didn’t think about how hot you would be with me gone. I’ll have an air conditioner installed before I leave again.”

I was about to silently berate myself for letting her feel hot and uncomfortable in my absence, when Bella suddenly gasped, “Excuse me!” and hastily struggled to get free of my arms.

I dropped my hold on her automatically. What had I done to make her so eager to leave me? My first instinct was that I must have hurt her in some way.

“Bella?” I asked, shifting into panic mode.

She streaked for the bathroom with her hand clamped over her mouth. I was right behind her, and before I could ask her what was wrong, I was horrified to watch her kneel in front of the toilet and empty the contents of her stomach in a sudden, violent wretch.

“Bella? What’s wrong?” I could hardly contain myself. I had never seen her get sick before, and it frightened me abruptly.

I held her anxiously, keeping her hair out of her face, waiting until she could breathe again. I desperately needed to know what was going on before I lost control.

“Damn rancid chicken,” she moaned.

“Are you all right?” I tried to pull myself together, but the distress was evident in my voice.

“Fine,” she panted. “It’s just food poisoning. You don’t need to see this. Go away.”

“Not likely, Bella.” She was crazy if she thought I was leaving her alone after this.

“Go away,” she moaned again, struggling to get up so she could rinse her mouth out. I helped her gently; ignoring the weak shoves she aimed at me.

I knew it was only embarrassment that made her want me gone, but right now, her health was more important to me than her modesty.

After her mouth was clean, I carried her to the bed and sat her down carefully, supporting her with my arms.

“Food poisoning?” I asked, already worried about the possible ramifications.

“Yeah,” she croaked. “I made some chicken last night. It tasted off, so I threw it out. But I ate a few bites first.”

I put a cold hand on her forehead. It was a pointless gesture, really, since she always felt warm to me. I tried to ascertain if she felt any warmer than usual.

“How do you feel now?”

She thought about it for a moment. She seemed to contemplate, perhaps remembering how she had felt before this sudden onset of nausea.

“Pretty normal,” she responded. “A little hungry, actually.”

Well, that’s something, anyway. I was glad she had an appetite, but I couldn’t let her be too hasty. It wouldn’t do if she ate now only to bring it back up again.

She should wait a good hour and try to keep some water down before eating again. As I thought about this, I wondered what in the world could have made her so violently ill? It seemed unlikely that she could have caught something from someone, since we were pretty much isolated on this island. There had been the visits from Gustavo and Kaure, but she hadn’t been in direct contact with either of them.

Maybe she was bitten by some kind of insect and is now showing signs of a virus. This possibility was more unsettling than the first. Or maybe it really was food poisoning, and she would only get sick this once. Maybe the worst was over.

I was getting ahead of myself, as usual. But when it came to Bella’s well-being, patience simply wasn’t an option. I had to know what ailed her. If these flu-like symptoms persisted, I was fully prepared to take her to Rio to see a doctor, or perhaps even take her home and let Carlisle examine her.

I didn’t know the answer, but one thing was certain – I would not be at ease until I knew exactly what new horror was threatening my Bella. I had finally linked myself to her in every way, and I couldn’t bear the thought of losing her now especially. But this would not be! Nothing would be allowed to tear her from me…not when we were so close to having everything we’ve ever wanted. Our eternity together was only just beginning…