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Undying Love

Summary:
When Edward left in New Moon, Bella finds out she's pregnant. But carrying a vampire's baby isn't going to be easy! What will she do? Will she survive? Will she ever see Edward again? SM Pregnancy Image Hosted by ImageShack.us


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11. Chapter 11

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*One week later*

I was curled up on the sofa in the living room, my legs on Rosalie’s lap. The living room looked different now. Metal shutters were drawn in front of every window to stop someone from looking in. As far as Alice’s visions were going, no one knew we were back.

And I was becoming considerably worse each day that passed.

Rosalie and Esme never left my side. I knew that if they weren’t here, Carlisle would have killed my baby by now.

Although I tried not to think of it too often, Edward had still not made contact. Alice was still having visions of him, but the visions were so scattered that there was no way of tracking him down. Our only hope was that he would switch his phone on and receive the message that Emmett left for him. No one had left another message or even tried to ring him again, only because Alice would see if he turned his phone on. The only piece of information we could rely on was that he got in contact with Carlisle every two weeks or so. The last time that anyone had heard from him was two weeks ago. It was a simple waiting game. Unfortunately at this moment, time was not my friend.

“Bella?” Rosalie asked softly, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“Mmm...” I replied.

“Have you thought of any names yet?” she asked.

Although I hadn’t had much time to think about names, it had brush through my mind a few times.

“I’ve only managed to think of a girl’s name,” I confessed, having to stop to catch my breath. It had been hard to talk the last day or so. I’d get so out of breath. They patiently waited.

“What about...Renesmee?” It sounded like a question.

“I’m sorry, what was that, dear?” Esme asked.

“Ruh-nez-mee,” I panted. “Her...if it’s a her...two grandmothers names.” I explained. I took a deep breath.

“Renee...and Esme. Too weird?” I asked. I looked over to Rosalie. She smiled at me.

“It’s beautiful. One of a kind,” she said gently. I looked over to Esme, who looked like she could be crying if it were possible, although she was smiling.

“Bella...thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me,” she cried. I smiled at her.

“What if it’s a boy?” Rosalie asked.

I had thought of a boy’s name. I remember Carlisle telling me how his father’s name was the same as his. I had thought about carrying on the tradition. But to call my baby Edward, having to say his name almost every day, would be too painful.

“I can’t think of one,” I breathed. Knowing both of them would hear.

“What about-” but Rosalie was cut off by my shriek of agony. I clutched my eyes shut and wrapped both my arms around my body as my baby kicked me in the ribs. Through my cries, I heard a crack. I screamed once again when I felt it. I could faintly hear Carlisle telling me to remove my arms, but I couldn’t concentrate. All I could feel was pain.

“Bella, let me have a look!” Carlisle demanded.

“Just...hold on...a...second,” I gasped. But he didn’t wait. I felt myself being picked up and when I opened my eyes, we were in Carlisle’s office.

“I heard a crack, Carlisle!” Rosalie shrieked.

“I heard it too, Rosalie. I’m going to take an x-ray,” Carlisle tried to say calmly, but I could detect panic behind his voice.

During the x-ray, the pain started to dull, but it never completely went. After the x-ray, Rosalie sat me down on the hospital bed and held my hand while Carlisle looked at the computer screen.

“You have two broken ribs, but they don’t seem to have punctured anything,” he informed us. “I’ll tape them up.”

As Carlisle was taping them up, Rosalie wouldn’t let go of my hand, worried that if she let go, Carlisle would harm my baby.

“All done,” Carlisle announced. “Just let me know if it gives you any trouble.”

I nodded. Rosalie picked me up and walked down stairs at human pace. She sat me down on the couch where it seemed most of the family had gathered.

“Bella?” Alice asked.

“It was just a couple of broken ribs...all taped up now...nothing to worry about,” I tried to assure her. She had rarely talked to me this past week. She nodded.

“Can you still not see me?” I asked quietly.

“It’s becoming clearer. But I can see only minutes into the future, sometimes only seconds with you. It doesn’t really help that much,” She said obviously frustrated with the situation. “If I didn’t know any better, I wouldn’t know there was even a...fetus.”

“Would you like anything, Bella?” Esme asked, trying to change the subject.

“Umm...a glass of water would be good, thank you,” I asked politely.

“Of course, dear,” she said while she stood up and ran to the kitchen at vampire speed.

In less than two seconds she was back with a glass of water in her hand.

“Thanks,” I muttered when she handed me the glass. I sank back into the cushions.

I had to use both hands when I took a sip, as I was too weak to use only one.

Another little stabbing pain hit me again, but not as bad. I bit my bottom lip and let out a little whimper. Rosalie quickly took the glass out of my hand. After a minute she broke the silence.

“Is it stopping?” she asked worriedly.

“Not really,” I gasped. “It’s not...too bad...though.”

“Carlisle!” she called, louder then was necessary.

In less than a second Carlisle was crouched in front of me.

“Bella, on a scale from one to ten, one being worst, how bad is the pain?” he asked.

“Six...seven maybe...it’s not...that bad,” I gasped. “I’m just so tired.”

“Alice, Emmett.” Carlisle demanded. “Bring the hospital bed down here, now.”
Alice and Emmett ran upstairs in a flash.

“Esme, I need you to please move the couch to make room for it,” He asked. “I’ll be back in a moment.” He ran upstairs.

Just then Rosalie picked me up as Esme moved the couch out of the way. Suddenly there was the hospital bed from upstairs being put in the empty space.

Rosalie laid me down in the bed just as Carlisle came down stairs with some tube looking things in his arms along with a long metal pole. He placed them on the table next to the bed as Rosalie hissed.

“Rosalie, this is not the time!” He commanded.

“You will not harm the baby!” She hissed.

What? Was this the plan to bringing the bed down here? To kill my baby?

“Rosalie, the fetus isn’t compatible with her body. It isn’t allowing her to get the sustenance she needs. Her body is rejecting every form of nutrition. I’m going to try and feed her intravenously,” He stated.

“It won’t harm the baby?” Rosalie asked for me.

“It won’t. If anything, I hope it will help.”

“Fine,” she huffed.

I looked over and saw Carlisle standing up the metal pole, and connecting an IV bag to it filled with a white fluid.

“Needles,” I mumbled.

“I’m sorry, Bella.” He said as he took my arm.

I felt a little sting as he put the needle in my hand and wrapped a bandage round it.

“Let’s hope that helps,” he murmured.

“Thanks, Carlisle,” I said a little sleepily.

“Are the pains better?” he asked.

“A bit...they’re still there though...I can handle it.” I gave a small smile. He didn’t return it.

“Can you try and sleep?” he questioned. I nodded weakly. He turned and sat in the chair the other side of the room. I turned to Rosalie.

“Try and get some sleep. I’m not leaving your side,” she assured me.

I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep. Just as I was on the edge of sleep, I was kicked from the inside again. I was too tired to open my eyes, but I couldn’t stop myself from letting out a small whimper.

“Shh...” Rosalie hushed me, stroking my hair.

I heard a gasp from the other side of the room. I could sense a slow, tense moment pass.

“Alice? What was the vision?” I heard Carlisle ask.

“It’s Edward.”