The Twilight Saga 4: Breaking Dawn 7. UNEXPECTED

The line of somber advanced on me by typifys of the shroud- standardized mist. I could see their dark ruby look glinting with desire, lusting for the kill. Their lips pulled foul up everywhere their sharp, wet teeth some to snarl, some to smile.I realize the kid behind me whimper, plainly I couldnt turn to look at him. Though I was desperate to be convinced(predicate) that he was safe, I could non afford some(prenominal) lapse in focus now.They ghosted closer, their desolate robes billowing s ex 1ratedly with the movement. I proerb their make its curl into bvirtuoso-colored claws. They started to frame apart, angling to pass off at us from all sides. We were surrounded. We were going to die.And then, manage a burst of light from a flash, the all t antiquated scene was different. provided noaff piece of cake exchanged the Volturi still stalked to struggled us, poised to kill. All that really changed was how the interpret looked to me. Suddenly, I was ravenou s for it. I tvanfec/them to charge. The panic changed to bloodlust as I crouched forward, a smile on my incline, and a growl ripped by dint of my bared teeth.I jolted up right go by, ravished bulge come out(a) of the closet of the stargaze.The room was black. It was also steamy hot. endeavor matted my fuzz at the temples and rolled consume my throat.I groped the flying sheets and install them empty.Edward?Just then, my fingers encountered something smooth and flat and stiff. One sheet of paper, folded in half. I took the note with me and snarl my stylus across the room to the light switch.The outside of the note was addressed to Mrs. Cullen.Im hoping you wont wake and notice my absence, only if, if you should, Ill be back very in brief. Ive vindicatory g single to the mainland to hunt Go back to peace and Ill be attainher when you wake over again. I love you.I sighed. Wed been here in effect(p) about two weeks now, so I should guard been expecting that he woul d have to open, only I hadnt been forecasting about measure. We seemed to exist outside of time here, sightly drifting a large in a perfect demesne.I wiped the sweat off my fore division. I felt absolutely wide awake, though the clock on the dresser verbalize it was later on whiz. I k bare-ass i would neer be able to sleep as hot and viscid as I felt. non to mention the fact that if I fill up off the light and closed my eyes, I was sure to see those prowling black figures in my ca flummox up.I got up and wandered aim little(prenominal)ly by dint of the dark house, flipping on lights. It felt so big and empty without Edward there. Different.I ended up in the kitchen and decided that by chance comfort food was what I needed.I poked or so in the fridge until I build all the ingredients for deep-fried chicken. The popping and sizzling of the chicken in the pan was a nice, base of operationsy vowelise I felt less nervous while it make full the silence.It purported so good that I started eating it right out of the pan, earnest my tongue in the process. By the fifth or sixth bite, though, it had cooled seemly for me to taste it. My chewing slowed. Was there something off about the flavor? I checked the meat, and it was white all the way through, but I wondered if it was alone make. I took some other experimental bite I chewed twice. Ugh definitely bad. I jumped up to spit it into the sink. Suddenly, the chicken-and-oil sapidity was revolting. I took the whole plate and move it into the garbage, then open(a) the jazzows to chase international the scent. A coolish breeze had picked up outside. It felt good on my skin.I was abruptly exhausted, but i didnt want to go back to the hot room. So I opened more(prenominal) windows in the TV room and lay on the range right beneath them. I move on the same pic wed watched the other solar day and quickly drip asleep to the bright orifice song.When I opened my eyes again, the sun was halfw ay up the sky, but it was not the light that woke me. Cool weapons were around me, wrench me against him. At the same time, a sudden pain twisted in my stomach, near homogeneous the aftershock of catching a punch in the gut.Tm sorry, Edward was verbalize as he wiped a wintry over clapperclaw across my clammy forehead. So much for thoroughness. I didnt count about how hot you would be with me gone. Ill have an air conditioner installed to begin with I leave again.I couldnt trim back on what he was saying. Excuse me I gasped, struggling to get expel of his arms.He dropped his hold automatically. Bella?I streaked for the bathroom with my hand clamped everywhere my give tongue to. I felt so horrible that I didnt nonetheless make do at first that he was with me while I crouched over the weed and was violently sick.Bella? Whats wrong?I couldnt reply yet. He held me anxiously, keeping my hair out of my side of meat, hold ining till I could breathe again.Damn moody chi cken, I moaned.Are you all right? His voice was tug.Fine, I panted. Its just food poisoning. You dont need to see this. Go away.Not likely,Bella.Go away, I moaned again, struggling to get up so I could rinse my peach out. He helped me gently, ignoring the weak shoves I aimed at him.After my mouth was clean, he carried me to the bed and sat me down shell outfully, supporting me with his arms.Food poisoning?Yeah, I croaked. I made some chicken last night. It tasted off, so I threw it out. But I ate a few bites first.He prescribe a cold hand on my forehead. It felt nice. How do you sense now?I prospect about that for a moment. The nausea had passed as suddenly as it had come, and I felt like I did any other morning. Pretty normal. A critical hungry, actually.He made me wait an hour and keep down a big glass of water supply before he fried me some eggs. I felt dead normal, just a minuscular tired from being up in the middle of the night. He put onCNN wed been so out of touch , world war three could have broken out and we wouldnt have known and I lounged drowsily across his lap.I got bored with the news and twisted around to kiss him. Just like this morning, a sharp pain hit my stomach when I moved. I lurched away from him, my hand tight over my mouth. I knew Id neer make it to the bathroom this time, so I ran to the kitchen sink.He held my hair again.Maybe we should go back to Rio, see a doctor, he suggested anxiously when I was rinsing my mouth afterward.I shook my head and edged toward the hallway. Doctors meant needles. Ill be fine right after I wash my teeth.When my mouth tasted better, I searched through my suitcase for the fiddling first-aid kit Alice had crushed for me, full of human things like bandages and painkillers and my object now Pepto-Bismol. Maybe I could settle my stomach and calm Edward down.But before I found the Pepto, I happened across something else that Alice had packed for me. I picked up the small racy box and stared a t it in my hand for a long moment, forgetting everything else. past I started counting in my head. Once. Twice. Again.Theknock startled me the little box fell back into the suitcase.Are you well? Edward asked through the door. Did you get sick again?Yes and no, I said, but my voice sounded strangled.Bella? Can I please come in? Worriedly now.O kay?He came in and app increase my position, sitting cross-legged on the base of operations by the suitcase, and my normal, blank and staring. He sat undermentioned to me, his hand going to my forehead at once.Whats wrong?How many geezerhood has it been since the wedding? I whispered.S thus farteen, he answered automatically. Bella, what is it?I was counting again. I held up a finger, cautioning him to wait, and mouthed the numbers to myself. Id been wrong about the days before. Wed been here monthlong than Id thought. I started over again.Bella he whispered urgently. Im losing my mind over here.I tried to sw digest. It didnt work. So I reached into the suitcase and fumbled around until I found the little blue box of tampons again. I held them up silently.He stared at me in confusion. What? Are you attempt to pass this illness off as PMS?No, I managed to choke out. No, Edward. Im toilsome to enounce you that my issue is pentad days late.His facial expression didnt change. It was like I hadnt spoken.I dont regain I have food poisoning, I added.He didnt respond. He had turned into a sculpture.The dreams, I mumbled to myself in a flat voice. Sleeping so much. The blatant. All that food. Oh. Oh. OhEdwards stare seemed glassy, as if he couldnt see me anymore.Reflexively, almost involuntarily, my hand dropped to my stomach.Oh I squeaked again.I lurched to my feet, slipping out of Edwards unmoving transfer. Id never changed out of the little silk shorts and camisole Id worn to bed. I yanked the blue stuff out of the way and stared at my stomach.Impossible, I whispered.I had absolutely no experience with pregnancy or babies or any part of that world, but I wasnt an idiot. Id seen profuse movies and TV shows to know that this wasnt how it worked. I was only quintette days late. If I was pregnant, my personate wouldnt even have registered that fact. I would not have morning sickness. Iwould not have changed my eating or sleeping habits.And I most definitely would not have a small but defined bump sticking out amongst my hips.I twisted my torso back and forth, examining it from every angle, as if it would unfreeze in exactly the right light. I ran my fingers over the subtle bulge, strike by how rock hard it felt under my skin.Impossible, I said again, because, bulge or no bulge, period or no period (and there was definitely no period, though Id never been late a day in my life), there was no way I could be pregnant The only person Id ever had sex with was a lamia, for disunite out loud.A vampire who was still frozen on the floor with no sign of ever moving again.So there had to be some other explanation, then. Something wrong with me. A strange South American disease with all the signs of pregnancy, only acceleratedAnd then I remembered something a morning of internet research that seemed a lifetime ago now. school term at the old desk in my room at Charlies house with gray light glowing dully through the window, staring at my ancient, suspire computer, reading avidly through a web-site called Vampires A-Z. It had been less than twenty-four hours since Jacob Black, trying to entertain me with the Quileute legends he didnt believe in yet, had told me that Edward was a vampire. Id scanned anxiously through the first entries on the site, which was dedicated to vampiremyths around the world. The Filipino Danag, the Hebraical Estrie, the Romanian Varacolaci, the Italian Stregoni benefici (a legend actually based on my new don-in-laws early exploits with the Volturi, not that Id known anything about that at the time) Id paid less and less attention as the stories had grown more and more implausible. I only remembered vague bits of the later entries. They mostly seemed like excuses dreamed up to explain things like infant mortality rates and infidelity. No, honey, Im not having an purpose That sexy woman you saw sneaking out of the house was an infernal succubus. Im lucky I escaped with my life (Of course, with what I knew now about Tanya and her sisters, I suspected that some of those excuses had been nothing but fact.) There had been one for the ladies, too. How can you accuse me of cheating on you just because youve come habitation from a two-year sea voyage and Im pregnant? It was the weight. He mesmerised me with his mystical vampire powers.That had been part of the definition of the incubus the ability to father children with his hapless prey.I shook my head, dazed. ButI thought of Esme and particularly Rosalie. Vampires couldnt have children. If it were possible, Rosalie would have found a way by now. The incubus myth was not hing but a fable.Except that well, there was a difference. Of course Rosalie could not conceive a child, because she was frozen in the state in which she passed from human to inhuman. Totally unchanging. And human womens bodies had to change to defy children. The immutable change of a monthly cycle for one thing, and then the larger changes needed to accommodate a growing child. Rosalies body couldnt change.But exploit could. Mine did. I touched the bump on my stomach that had not been there yesterday.And human men well, they pretty much stayed the same from puberty to death. I remembered a random bit of trivia, gleaned from who knows where Charlie Chaplin was in his seventies when hefathered his youngest child. Men had no such thing as child-bearing years or cycles of fertility.Of course, how would anyone know if vampire men could father children, when their partners were not able? What vampire on earth would have the restraint necessary to test the surmise with a human woman ? Or the inclination?I could think of only one.Part of my head was sorting through fact and reminiscence and speculation, while the other half the part that controlled the ability to move even the smallest muscles was stunned beyond the capacity for normal operations. I couldnt move my lips to speak, though I wanted to ask Edward to please explain to me what was going on. I needed to go back to where he sat, to touch him, but my body wouldnt follow instructions. I could only stare at my shocked eyes in the mirror, my fingers gingerly pressed against the swelling on my torso.And then, like in my vivid nightmare last night, the scene abruptly transformed. Everything I saw in the mirror looked completely different, though nothing actually was different.What happened to change everything was that a soft little nudge bumped my hand from inside my body.In the same moment, Edwards echo rang, shrill and demanding. Neither of us moved. It rang again and again. I tried to tune it out whi le I pressed my fingers to my stomach, waiting. In the mirror my expression was no longerbewildered it was wondering now. I unless noticed when the strange, silent tears started streaming down my cheeks.The squall kept ringing. I wished Edward would answer it I was having a moment. Possibly the biggest of my life. fence Ring RingFinally, the annoyance broke through everything else. I got down on my knees next to Edward I found myself moving more carefully, a thousand times more aware of the way each motility felt and patted his pockets until I found the hollo. I half-expected him to thaw out and answer it himself, but he was perfectly still.I recognized the number, and I could well guess why she was calling.Hi, Alice, I said. My voice wasnt much better than before. I cleared my throat.Bella? Bella, areyou okay?Yeah. Urn. Is Carlisle there?He is. Whats the problem?Im not one hundred percent sure___Is Edward all right? she asked warily. She called Carlisles name away from the hollo and thendemanded, Why didnt he pick up the phone? before I could answer her first question.Im not sure.Bella,whats going on? I just saw What did you see?There was a silence. Heres Carlisle, she finally said.It felt like ice water had been injected in my veins. If Alice had seen a vision of me with a green-eyed, angel-faced child in my arms, she would have answered me, wouldnt she? mend I waited through the founder second it took for Carlisle to speak, the vision Id hypothesized for Alice danced behind my lids. A trivial, delightful little baby, even more exquisite than the boy in my dream a tiny Edward in my arms. Warmth shot through my veins, chasing the ice away.Bella, its Carlisle. Whats going on?I I wasnt sure how to answer. Would he laugh at my conclusions, tell me I was crazy? Was I just having another colorful dream? Im a little worried about Edward. Can vampires go into shock? Has he been harmed? Carlisles voice was suddenly urgent.No, no, I assured him. Jus t expressn by surprise.I dont understand, Bella.I think well, I think that maybe I might be I took a deep breath. Pregnant.As if to back me up, there was another tiny nudge in my abdomen. My hand flew to my stomach.After a long pause, Carlisles medical training kicked in.When was the first day of your last menstrual cycle?Sixteen days before the wedding. Id done the mental math thoroughly enough just before to be able to answer with certainty.How do you feel?Weird, I told him, and my voice broke. some other trickle of tears dribbled down my cheeks. This is going to sound crazy look, I know its way too early for any of this. Maybe I am crazy. But Im having bizarre dreams and eating all the time and crying and throwing up and and I swear something moved inside me just now.Edwards head snapped up.I sighed in relief.Edward held his hand out for the phone, his face white and hard.Urn, I think Edward wants to talk to you.Put him on, Carlisle said in a strained voice.Not entirely sure that Edward could talk, I put the phone in his outstretched hand.He pressed it to his ear. Is it possible? he whispered.He listened for a long time, staring blankly at nothing.And Bella? he asked. His arm wrap up around me as he spoke, pulling me close into his side.He listened for what seemed like a long time and then said, Yes. Yes, I will.He pulled the phone away from his ear and pressed the end button. Right away, he dialed a new number.What did Carlisle say? I asked impatiently.Edward answered in a lifeless voice. He thinks youre pregnant.The words sent a warm shiver down my spine. The little nudger fluttered inside me.Who are you calling now? I asked as he put the phone back to his ear.The airport. Were going home.Edward was on the phone for more than an hour without a break. I guessed that he was arranging our flight home, but I couldnt be sure because he wasnt speaking English. It sounded like he was arguing he spoke through his teeth a lot.While he argued, he packed. He w hirled around the room like an violent tornado, leaving order rather than destruction in his path. He threw a set of my clothes on the bed without looking at them, so I assumed it was time for me to get dressed. He continued with his line of reasoning while I changed, gesturing with sudden, agitated movements.When I could no longer bear the violent energy radiating out of him, I quietly left(p) the room. His manic concentration made me sick to my stomach not like the morning sickness, just uncomfortable. I would wait somewhere else for his mood to pass. I couldnt talk to this icy, focused Edward who honestly frightened me a little.Once again, I ended up in the kitchen. There was a bag of pretzels in the cupboard. I started chewing on them absently, staring out the window at the sand and rocks and trees and ocean, everything glittering in the sun. individual nudged me.I know, I said. I dont want to go, either.I stared out the window for a moment, but the nudger didnt respond.I do nt understand, i whispered. What is wrong here?Surprising, absolutely. Astonishing, even. But wrong?No.So why was Edward so furious? He was the one who had actually wished out loud for a shotgun wedding.I tried to reason through it.Maybe it wasnt so confusing that Edward wanted us to go home right away. Hed want Carlisle to check me out, make sure my assumption was right though there was absolutely no doubt in my head at this point. Probably theyd want to figure out why I was already so pregnant, with the bump and the nudging and all of that. That wasnt normal.Once I thought of this, I was sure I had it. He must be so worried about the baby. I hadnt gotten around to freaking out yet. My brain worked sulky than his it was still stuck marveling over the picture it had conjured up before the tiny child with Edwards eyes green, as his had been when he was human lying fair and beautiful in my arms. I hoped he would have Edwards face exactly, with no randomness from mine.It was funn y how abruptly and entirely necessary this vision had become. From that first little touch, the whole world had shifted. Where before there was just one thing i could not rattling without, now there were two. There was no division my love was not split between them now it wasnt like that. It was more like my heart had grown, swollen up to twice its size in that moment. All that extra space, already filled. The increase was almost dizzying.Id never really understood Rosalies pain and resentment before. Id never imagined myself a mother, never wanted that. It had been a piece of cake to promise Edward that I didnt care about giving up children for him, because I truly didnt. Children, in the abstract, had never appealed to me. They seemed to be loud creatures, often dripping some form of goo. Id never had much to do with them. When Id dreamed of Renee providing me with a brother, Id always imagined an older brother. Someone to take care of me, rather than the other way around.This child, Edwards child, was a whole different story.I wanted him like I wanted air to breathe. Not a choice a necessity.Maybe I just had a really bad imagination. Maybe that was why Id been unable to imagine that I would like being married until after I already was unable to see that I would want a baby until after one was already coming.As I put my hand on my stomach, waiting for the next nudge, tears streaked down my cheeks again.Bella?I turned, made wary by the tone of his voice. It was too cold, too careful. His face matched his voice, empty and hard.And then he saw that I was crying.Bella He go across the room in a flash and put his hands on my face. Are you in pain?No, no He pulled me against his chest. Dont be afraid. Well be home in sixteen hours. Youll be fine. Carlisle will be ready when we get there. Well take care of this, and youll be fine, youll be fine.Take care of this? What do you mean?He leaned away and looked me in the eye. Were going to get that thing out before it can hurt any part of you. Dont be scared. I wont let it hurt you.That thing? Igasped.He looked sharply away from me, toward the front door. Dammit I forgot Gustavo was due today. HI get rid of him and be right back. He darted out of the room.I clutched the counter for support. My knees were wobbly.Edward had just called my little nudger a thing. He said Carlisle would get it out.No, I whispered.Id gotten it wrong before. He didnt care about the baby atall. He wanted to hurt him. The beautiful picture in my head shifted abruptly, changed into something dark. My pretty baby crying, my weak arms not enough to protect him.What could I do? Would I be able to reason with them? What if I couldnt? Did this explain Alices strange silence on the phone? Is that what shed seen? Edward and Carlisle killing that pale, perfect child before he could live?No, I whispered again, my voice stronger. That could not be. I would not allow it.I perceive Edward speaking Portuguese again. Arguing again. His voice got closer, and I heard him grunt in exasperation. because I heard another voice, low and timid. A womans voice.He came into the kitchen in advance of her and went straight to me. He wiped the tears from my cheeks and murmured in my ear through the thin, hard line of his lips.Shes insisting on leaving the food she brought she made us dinner. If he had been less tense, less furious, I knew he would have rolled his eyes. Its an excuse she wants to make sure I havent killed you yet. His voice went ice cold at the end.Kaure edged nervously around the corner with a covered dish in her hands. I wished I could speak Portuguese, or that my Spanish was less rudimentary, so that I could try to thank this woman who had dared to anger a vampire just to check on me.Her eyes flickered between the two of us. I saw her measuring thecolor in my face, the moisture in my eyes. Mumbling something I didnt understand, she put the dish on the counter.Edward snapped something at her Id never heard him be so impolite before. She turned to go, and the whirling motion of her long skirt wafted the smell of the food into my face. It was strong onions and fish. I gagged and whirled for the sink. I felt Edwards hands on my forehead and heard his soothing murmur through the roaring in my ears. His hands disappeared for a second, and I heard the refrigerator slam shut. Mercifully, the smell disappeared with the sound, and Edwards hands were cooling my clammy face again. It was over quickly.I rinsed my mouth in the tap while he caressed the side of my face.There was a tentative little nudge in my womb.Its okay. Were okay,I thought toward the bump.Edward turned me around, pulling me into his arms. I rested my head on his shoulder. My hands, instinctively, folded over my stomach.I heard a little gasp and I looked up.The woman was still there, waffle in the doorway with her hands half-outstretched as if she had been looking for some way to help. Her eyes were locked on my hands, popping wide with shock. Her mouth hung open.Then Edward gasped, too, and he suddenly turned to face the woman, pushing me slightly behind his body. His arm wrapped across my torso, like he was holding me back.Suddenly, Kaure was shouting at him loudly, furiously, her unintelligible words flying across the room like knives. She raised her tiny fist in the air and took two step forward, trembling it at him. Despite her ferocity, it was easy to see the terror in her eyes.Edward stepped toward her, too, and I clutched at his arm, frightened for the woman. But when he interrupted her tirade, his voice took me by surprise, especially considering how sharp hed been with her when she wasnt screeching at him. It was low now it was pleading. Not only that, but the sound was different, more guttural, the cadence off. I didnt think he was speaking Portuguese anymore.For a moment, the woman stared at him in wonder, and then her eyes narrowed as she barked out a long question in the same alie n tongue.I watched as his face grew sad and serious, and he nodded once. She took a quick step back and crossed herself.He reached out to her, gesturing toward me and then resting his hand against my cheek. She replied angrily again, waving her hands accusingly toward him, and then gestured to him. When she finished, he pleaded again with the same low, urgent voice.Her expression changed she stared at him with doubt plain on her face as he spoke, her eyes repeatedly flashing to my confused face. He stopped speaking, and she seemed to be deliberating something. She looked back and forth between the two of us, and then, unconsciously it seemed, took a step forward.She made a motion with her hands, miming a shape like a balloon jutting out from her stomach. I started did her legends of the predatory blood-drinker include this? Could she possibly know something about what was growing inside me?She walked a few steps forward deliberately this time and asked a few brief questions, which he responded to tensely. Then he became the questioner one quick query. She hesitated and then lento shook her head. When he spoke again, his voice was so agonized that I looked up at him in shock. His face was drawn with pain.In answer, she walked late forward until she was close enough to lay her small hand on top of mine, over my stomach. She spoke one word in Portuguese.Morte,she sighed quietly. Then she turned, her shoulders bent as if the conversation had aged her, and left the room.I knew enough Spanish for that one.Edward was frozen again, staring after her with the tortured expression immovable on his face. A few moments later, I heard a boats locomotive putter to life and then fade into the distance.Edward did not move until I started for the bathroom. Then his hand caught my shoulder.Where are you going? His voice was a whisper of pain.To brush my teeth again.Dont worry about what she said. Its nothing but legends, old lies for the sake of entertainment.I didnt under stand anything, I told him, though it wasnt entirely true. As if I could discount something because it was a legend. My life was circled by legend on every side. They were all true.I packed your toothbrush. Ill get it for you.He walked ahead of me to the bedroom.Are we leaving soon? I called after him.As soon as youre done.He waited for my toothbrush to repack it, pacing silently around the bedroom. I handed it to him when I was finished.Ill get the bags into the boat.Edward He turned back. Yes?I hesitated, trying to think of some way to get a few seconds alone. Could you pack some of the food? You know, in case I get hungry again.Of course, he said, his eyes suddenly soft. Dont worry about anything. Well get to Carlisle in just afew hours, really. This will all be over soon.I nodded, not trusting my voice.He turned and left the room, one big suitcase in each hand.I whirled and scooped up the phone hed left on the counter. It was very unlike him to forget things to forget that Gus tavo was coming, to leave his phone lying here. He was so stressed he was barely himself.I flipped it open and scrolled through the preprogrammed numbers. I was glad he had the sound turned off, afraid that he would catch me. Would he be at the boat now? Or back already? Would he hear me from the kitchen if I whispered?I found the number I wanted, one I had never called before in my life. I pressed the pose button and crossed my fingers.Hello? the voice like golden wind chimes answered.Rosalie? I whispered. Its Bella. Please. You have to help me.