Chapter 3: Hunt

Chapter 3: Hunt

BPOV

I felt absolutely hideous.

I clutched my stomach as I sank to the bathroom floor. I had hoped, after almost a whole day without throwing up, that either the Pepto had done its job or the morning sickness had passed as quickly as it had come. No such luck.

I’d been fine after Edward left, dozing off in front of the movie while Gustavo and Kaure worked. They poked their heads into the living room as they left; Gustavo simply waved before vanishing, but Kaure lingered, frowning.

“Everything ok?” I asked. She looked confused for a moment, then nodded in understanding.

“Dinner.” she said. “I leave for you. In... in conzinha.” She gestured towards the kitchen, seeming unsure if she had said it right. I understood, and nodded, smiling. “Thank you.”

“De nada.” she replied, and left.

I watch the rest of the movie, grateful that she had been kind enough to bring something. I didn't know if there would be time for Edward to cook me anything when he got back, and I didn't feel like cooking myself – but I also didn't want to eat on the plane, no matter how good the food was in first class.

But, when I lifted the lid on the fish and onions, the smell that reached my nose had me racing for the bathroom.

It wasn't that there was anything wrong with the food, like it had gone off or something, just that what should have smelled delicious actually smelled utterly disgusting to me.

To make matters worse, once I had finished puking my guts up, the baby started kicking me. Hard. Right in the kidneys.

Ow.

I wished Edward was here. I only realised now how long he had been gone; much longer than he said he would be. The sun had been high when he left; now it was half way to the horizon. I wanted to call him, but my cell phone was in the bedroom, and I felt too horrible to move.

I sat there, slumped on the bathroom floor, too tired to even lift my head, for what felt like hours. I must have fallen asleep, despite my discomfort, because the next thing I was aware of was Edward’s voice, calling my name in a panic.

“Bella? Bella, where are you?”

I tried to speak, but my throat was too dry, and I just ended up coughing. He heard me though, and appeared from nowhere in the doorway.

“Oh Bella,” he sighed, and hurried over to me. He propped me up against him, putting one hand on my damp forehead and the other on my belly. The baby instantly stopped wriggling and I sighed with relief.

“Are you alright?” he asked, rubbing my bump softly.

Again, when I tried to speak I could only cough. He disappeared for half a second, returning with a glass of water. I took it from him gratefully and gulped it down. My voice was rough and weak, but at least I could speak.

“I was alright until I smelled the food.” I croaked.

“Food?”

I nodded. “Kaure made me dinner. I only felt sick when I took the cover off. It was fish, something I’m used to, and it should have been good but...” I wrinkled my nose.

Edward frowned. “You were fine this morning... I wonder what changed.”

I shrugged. I didn't have a clue.

“What did she eat earlier?” asked an unfamiliar voice. My eyes snapped up, locking on a figure in the doorway. The beautiful woman was very obviously a vampire, and not a nice one like the Cullens or Denalis, judging by her dark red eyes. I shrank back into Edward, one hand going protectively to my stomach. He seemed perfectly calm

“Scrambled eggs for breakfast and a cheese and ham omelette for lunch.” he said, answering the woman's question.

She nodded sagely. “Pire had this. She could only eat certain roots without becoming ill. It is... how do you say it? A craving? It is like any woman has. Very normal.”

I looked up at Edward, eyes wide. He saw the questions I couldn't voice aloud and smiled.

“Bella, this is Huilen. Her sister Pire was in a similar situation to you about 150 years ago. She died having a little boy, and Huilen agreed to look after him. He is venomous, and it was his bite that changed her. They came to help us. They won't hurt you love, I promise.”

I relaxed – as much as one can do when in the company of a non-vegetarian vampire – and began to feel cautiously optimistic. This could work out right after all. I would have my angel baby and my angel husband, and we would have forever together. I began to stand, eager to see this 150 year old boy who was like my little nudger. Edward helped me up, but didn't release me as we walked to the living room.

A young man with the same black braided hair as Huilen, but distinctly darker skin, was sitting on the couch, looking rather out of place, but not uncomfortable. He looked to be about my age, maybe a little older – he certainly didn't look like he was 50 years older than Edward. He regarded us with a shrewd, curious expression, before settling into a congenial, if slightly menacing, smile.

“Mrs Cullen, I presume,” he said, standing to greet me. Where Huilen had a very thick accent that I couldn't quite identify, his was more subtle, his English more refined. “You have met my aunt, I see,” he continued. “My name is Nahuel.”

He held out a hand for me to take, and I shook it gingerly. It was warm to the touch, like Jacob's.

“Bella. It's nice to meet you.”

“The pleasure is all mine.” Nahuel replied smoothly, still smiling.

We sat down then, and traded questions and answers back and forth. Huilen wanted to know my symptoms, to compare my development with her sister's, and Edward had lots of questions for her about how best to care for me, while I was asking Nahuel all about his life and growth and anything else I wanted to know about my baby. As we talked, I got more and more excited... and nervous. Would things really be that way for me? I wasn't Pire, and Edward wasn't Joham (thank God, he sounded like a nasty piece of work); would the different combination of genes change my experience? Would everyone else understand? Would everything go smoothly? What if there was a problem? What if, what if?

The questions spun in my head, over and over in a jumbled mess. The one question I never asked myself was what would happen if things went exactly the same as they had for Pire and Nahuel. I didn't realise I hadn't thought of it until Nahuel brought it up, during a lull in the conversation.

He frowned at me, evidently perplexed, and said, “You do realise it will kill you when it is born. You do understand that?”

Edward stiffened at my side. I took his hand in mine and squeezed it gently.

“Edward won't let that happen.” I said confidently.

Huilen was frowning too. “But how can he? It will rip you open with its own teeth when it is ready. How can he stop this?”

I shook my head. “His father is a doctor; he will know when it is fully developed, and I can have a c-section. Edward can hear the baby's thoughts, which will help no end. If I am in any danger, one of them will change me.”

Edward freed his hand to wrap his arm around my waist.

“I will,” he vowed. “I will never let anything happen to you.”

I smiled up at him. “I know.” Leaning up, I kissed his marble cheek softly, then rested my head on his shoulder. He pressed his lips to my hair, inhaling.

Nahuel watched our exchange with a curious expression, as if he had never seen anything like it before. Perhaps he hadn't; after all, he had lived all his life in the forest with only his aunt for company. He probably didn't even know what romantic love was, much less what it looked like.

“It isn't easy,” Edward sighed. “I've just had a lot of time to get used to it, and I have the motivation to resist.”

I poked him in the ribs, annoyed that he wasn't telling me things, and he chuckled.

“They are both wondering how I can be so close to you without killing you. Nahuel thinks it is easy for me. I was just correcting his misunderstanding.”

“What could possibly motivate you though?” Nahuel mused aloud. “My father did not kill the women he seduced because he wanted to create his 'super race', but that is clearly not your intention, as you seem to have come across this by accident. So what stopped you to begin with?”

Edward’s voice was very serious as he answered. “at first, when I didn't know her, it was the desire to not disgrace my family and my own morals that held me back. I have been abstaining from human blood, bar a brief, ill considered interlude, for my entire existence – since my change in 1918 – so I have built up a fairly good level of control. On the other hand, Bella smells more delicious to me than any other human I have ever come across before or since, and I was very thirsty on the day that we met. It was only the thought of disappointing my parents, of forcing my siblings to move on when we were just getting settled, that held me back that first day.”

He shuddered as he remembered, and I began gently stroking his back with one hand. He relaxed into my touch and breathed in the scent of my hair again before continuing.

“There was a major turning point in march of this year. I learned what it feels like to think I’ve lost her, and I will not let myself feel that kind of pain again – my whole being desperately avoids it. I live to protect her, to be near her, to love her and feel her love in return. If it weren't for the need to hunt, I would never leave her side.”

I began placing butterfly kisses all over Edward’s neck and jaw, whispering 'I’m here' and 'I love you' every so often. There was no other sound as our guests absorbed his words. Finally, Huilen spoke.

“You truly are a remarkable pair,” she said. “To think that a love so strong can exist between a predator and its prey... it boggles the mind. I have no doubt that this strength you have together will see you through. Perhaps it will even change you fate.”

She stood then and gestured towards the door. “Come. There is one more thing that must be done before you return home.”

I frowned, confused, and looked to Edward for an explanation. He was frowning too, though his expression was more one of consternation than confusion.

“Is there no other way?” he asked, sounding frustrated.

“I am afraid not. This is what must be done.” Huilen replied.

“What is it Edward?” I asked, wondering what it was in Huilen's thoughts that had upset him so.

It was she who answered.

“In order for you to continue getting the nutrition you need,the child will need to be fed as well. Unfortunately, its appetite is more similar to your husband's than yours. When I brought animals I had killed to my sister, she did not cook the flesh and eat it, she drained them dry of their blood. It is a monstrous thing to do, but there is little alternative – unless you used humans...”

I shuddered, and Edward’s arm tightened.

“I know love,” he murmured, “I know. Are you sure you can do this?”

I looked up into his pleading golden gaze, saw the agony in it as he contemplated my answer; for I knew my saying no – and possibly dyeing – would be as hard for him as if I said yes – and committing what he viewed as a horrific act.

I turned to Huilen. “It will help the baby?”

She nodded.

“Then I’ll do it.” I said, certain in my conviction. What ever I had to do to help my baby, I would do it.

Huilen nodded again, and all of us stood up. Nahuel helped Edward bring the luggage down to the boat, and soon we were speeding away from Isle Esme, the sea spray flying as Edward pushed the little craft as fast as it could go.

We pulled up on a deserted beach, and Huilen sprang instantly from the boat. Edward followed, turning to help me down, and Nahuel landed in the sand beside me with a soft thump.

“Huilen and I will find something for you love,” Edward explained, “so that she can show me what to do. Nahuel will stay here with you. We won't go far.”

He kissed me softly on the lips, then disappeared into the trees with Huilen. I sighed and sat down on the sand. Nahuel sat down beside me, keeping a careful distance between us. I remembered Jasper doing the same thing and smiled.

“Bella?” he asked hesitantly after a moment.

“Hmm?”

“What is it like to have parents?”

I looked at him with wide eyes. “Why do you want to know?”

he shrugged. “I didn't know mine for a long time. And Joham isn't what I would call a father. I only know my mother at all because of what aunt Huilen has told me. I just wondered what your mother and father are like. You don't have to tell me if you feel like I’m prying.”

I smiled at him. “That's alright. I was just surprised that you wanted to know.” I paused for a moment, deciding how to continue. He waited patiently.

“My parents are divorced; they have been for as long as I remember. I only saw my dad for two weeks in the summer because I lived with my mom. But I moved in with Dad when I was 17 because Mom remarried and wanted to travel with her new husband.

“My dad is a police officer – he's the chief in the town where we live. He's kind and gentle, until he gets angry, then he's scary as hell. He loves fishing and is utterly devoted to his work. He doesn't talk a lot, and he doesn't like big emotional displays if he can avoid them; we're very similar that way. He loves me very much, even if he doesn't always show it, and he's very protective. We have the same eyes, but his hair is more curly than mine – what's left of it anyway. He can't cook to save his life, so I’m kind of worried about leaving him on his own. I’m going to miss him a lot...” I trailed off, and there was silence for a moment, broken only by the waves lapping at the shore and the light wind rustling the trees.

“And your mother?” Nahuel prompted. I smiled.

“Mom is a lot of fun. She's scatter-brained, and she never sticks to one hobby for more than a few weeks, a month at most. She always warned me never to make the same mistake she did. 'College first, marriage and children later,' she said.” I laughed. “So it was kind of surprising that she took it so well when I told her I was marrying Edward. I don't know what she'd say about this.” my hands rested on my stomach.

Nahuel chuckled. “She sounds wonderful. What other things does she do?”

“She likes to experiment with food, but her creations aren't always fit for human consumption. She was always more the child than me, I think, so I’m glad she has my step-dad to take care of her now. She used to say I was born 35, and I get more middle aged every year. I look more like her than my dad, only she has shorter hair. She's my best friend...”

Again, I couldn't finish. Thinking of my parents reminded me that I would never see them again, for their own good, and that always made me sad. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat.

“What are their names?” Nahuel asked.

“Renee and Charlie,” I replied, “and my stepfather's name is Phil. He and my mother live in Florida.”

He was silent for a moment.

“Thank you,” he said after a long pause. “Thank you for telling me about your family.”
“You're welcome.” I replied.

At that moment, Huilen and Edward reappeared. Huilen had a long stone knife in one hand, and Edward was carrying a big stag over one shoulder by its back legs, resembling a sort of vampiric Santa Claus, minus the beard. He placed it on the ground in front of me, and I could see that its neck had been snapped.

Huilen gently pressed her knife to its neck until a stream of bright red blood welled up around the blade. The scent of it hit my nose, and I was suddenly salivating. I closed my eyes and inhaled, licking my lips. I heard the boys chuckle; Edward’s sounded slightly strained. I didn't open my eyes as Huilen guided my head downwards, afraid I would freak out, simply opening my mouth a little and letting her direct me.

As the first drops touched my tongue, I felt a jolt go through me. I moaned in pleasure and began to suck greedily at the cut on the animal's neck. Its blood was the most amazing thing I had ever tasted. I wanted more and more and more. I drank and drank until there was nothing more to drink and I was forced to break away.

I licked my lips again, trying to get every last drop of the delicious nectar. I felt a cold pressure against my mouth and opened my eyes to find Edward gently wiping away what I had missed with his thumb. I caught it in my mouth as he pulled away, cleaning it thoroughly.

He growled and yanked his hand back sharply. At first I worried that I had upset him, but then he swooped in for a kiss so deep I forgot everything else for a moment.

“That,” he said once he had had enough, “was quite possibly the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my life. Now I know why Rose and Em come home from hunting with shredded clothes sometimes.”

I laughed. “You're ridiculous.”
“And you're gorgeous.” he responded, kissing me again.

Chapter 2: Nahuel

Chapter 2: Nahuel

EPOV

Bella drifted off to sleep as I arranged our flight home and called the family. Alice was going crazy; apparently the foetus was blocking her visions, and Bella’s future had become a blurry, jumbled mess. I worried, as was my nature, but Bella continuously assured me that she would be alright. Her sleepy voice and peaceful expression, combined with her still vital heartbeat, coaxed me into believing her, despite my better judgement.

As my love slept, I listened intently to the rhythm of thumping beats from inside her; the new fluttering heartbeat beside hers. Although I had only been hearing it for a few hours, the syncopated beat seemed as familiar as the regular one I had come to know so well and love so dearly.

Thump, thump-thump, thump, thump-thump, thump, thump-thump...

Something else was there. Something prodded at my other 'hearing'; a mind trying to make itself heard. I frowned. There was no one here but us. I heard no other heartbeats, no sounds of approach. I listened more closely.

The mental voice was quiet, barely even discernible, just a gentle murmur. There were no words, only feelings. The mind itself did not understand, but I did. Warmth, comfort, safety and... love.

With a start, I realised that I was hearing... the baby!

Incredible, I thought, that its newly formed mind was already capable of feeling love for the person who sheltered it. And not just any love, but love stronger than any I had heard outside of mated pairs.

All my fear, hatred and uncertainty about what was growing inside my wife melted away in an instant.

It loves her.

It was like Jacob; I could not hate this creature, this child, this little life, because it loved Bella, thought of her with a love so deep it rivalled mine in its intensity. And I found myself with similar feelings. All of a sudden, everything Bella had said this afternoon made perfect sense. Why would I fight it, this thing that I myself had wished for aloud? I was giving Bella what I thought I had taken away – the chance to have a child of her own, a child that would be ours, with part of both of us in it; a perfect symbol of what our love could achieve. Apprehension returned at the prospect of becoming... a father.

The soft mumbling of the baby's thoughts continued through my epiphany. Apparently, though Bella slept soundly, he or she was not ready to do the same. Carefully, I moved, trying not to disturb Bella, until I was lying beside her slightly rounded stomach. I put my hand on the little bump, over her tank top, and was instantly assaulted with a series of fluttering kicks against my palm. I chuckled.

“Hey now, not so hard. You'll wake Momma.”

One, more tentative nudge.

My eyes widened. “Can you hear me?”

Another nudge.

Incredible! In mere minutes, this amazing creature had gone from barely knowing its own emotions to understanding my words. There was another little bump under my hand, drawing my attention. I laughed again softly.

“Alright little one, I haven't forgotten you. Be careful now, when you kick. You'll hurt Mommy if you kick too hard.”

Nervousness coloured the muffled thoughts of our child. It worried, as I did, about Bella, and didn't want to hurt her.

“It's alright,” I assured the bump, “I’m sure it will be alright. She likes to feel you move. She loves you as much as you love her. So do I. I didn't know it until just now, but I do. I love you, little one, you and your mother. You are both so precious to me.”

The baby's mind erupted with happiness; it loved me too. It loved to hear my voice and feel my hands touching it through Bella’s skin. It couldn't wait to meet me.

“I can't wait to meet you too, my darling. But let's not rush things. You've got a ways to go yet. Sleep now, little one.” My voice dropped into a gentle croon. “We'll see each other soon enough. Sleep, my precious child.”

I began to hum Bella’s lullaby softly, listening as the baby drifted into a peaceful, contented sleep. I looked up at Bella, hoping I had not woken her. She was still sleeping, looking equally calm and peaceful. Her lips were curved up in a soft smile, and her skin was beginning to show the infamous pregnancy glow. I had never seen her look so beautiful before.

Maybe, just maybe, everything would be ok.

The next morning, Bella woke up around eight, her stomach grumbling. I made her scrambled eggs for breakfast, placing a glass of water and some Pepto Bismol beside her plate; hopefully it would help with her morning sickness. As she ate, I told her what had happened last night and all about my epiphany. I was glad I did; it felt right to be completely honest with her, and her face lit up in a glorious smile.

“I knew it!” she gloated. “I knew you'd come around eventually.”
I smiled. “You're happy then love? You're sure this is what you want?”

“Of course I’m sure.” Her smile softened. “You're going to be a wonderful father.”

My heart almost burst hearing those words. I had come to terms with my initial misgivings about my ability to perform such a role, and the thrill I got hearing Bella say the word was equal to the one that came from calling her my wife.

I walked around the table and leaned down to kiss her.

“And you will be a fantastic mother. He'll never need complain of being unloved.”

I remembered Bella’s insistence that the child, our child, was a boy. In my heart of hearts - though I would never admit it to her for fear of sparking her hormone-induced temper - I wished for a little girl. As she longed for a miniature me, so I prayed for a tiny Bella, with waves of mahogany hair, a pale pink blush on her cheeks and wide, chocolate brown eyes. The image captivated me; the two of them together, smiling at me. My girls. My beautiful brown-eyed girls. I pulled Bella close and kissed her again, trying to convey in this one simple action how much I loved her.

She giggled under my urgent kisses, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. The teasing atmosphere evaporated, passion taking its place. Our lips never parted as I carried Bella back to the bedroom, and discovered a better way to show her how I was feeling.

We made love for most of that morning, slowly and tenderly, with soft touches and loving whispers. I didn't know if it was because Bella’s pregnancy hormones had kicked in, or if we were both just overcome with emotion at the prospect of having a family of our own, but everything seemed so much more intense, even more so than our very first time. Over and over we climbed to the highest peak of pleasure, falling off the edge together every time. I would never get tired of watching her come undone; below me and above me, her head thrown back, mouth wide with silent – and not so silent – cries, back arched and eyes half closed. I loved the feeling of her sagging against me, utterly spent, and the sound of her heart steadily returning to its normal pace as I pressed my ear to her chest. Her soft snores were just as magical as her subconscious mutterings, now that I knew their cause.

Bella slept for about two hours after our... activities, until the baby's kicking woke her up around lunch time. She requested an omelette, which I quickly delivered before heading back into the bedroom to pack while she ate. When I returned to find her heading for the bathroom, I worried that she was feeling unwell. Seeing my expression, she breezily informed me that she wasn't sick, the baby had just decided to start tap dancing on her bladder (her words, not mine) and she desperately needed to use the rest room.

I washed, dried and put away the dishes while I waited for her to finish up, then we settled in front of the television to watch a movie. She chose Romeo + Juliet, the modern version with Leonardo DiCaprio and Claire Danes. I whispered Romeo’s lines in her ear, as I had done almost a year ago in her father's living room, and she began to speak Juliet’s lines back. By the balcony scene, we were completely ignoring the screen and just reciting to each other, though she substituted 'Romeo' for 'Edward', 'Montague' for 'vampire' and, much to my chagrin, 'Capulet' for 'human', while I changed 'Juliet' to 'Bella'. She kissed me once the scene ended. Her legs, previously draped across my lap, moved to either side of my hips. Just as we began to get really worked up, my hands on her hips and her lips against my throat, there was a knock at the door. We groaned in unison as she shifted off my lap and went to see who it was. I already knew of course – Gustavo and Kaure. If Bella hadn't been distracting me so thoroughly, I probably would have heard them sooner. Yet more proof of what a remarkable creature she was.

“Edward, the cleaning crew is here!” Bella called from the hallway, and I got up to greet them.

“Good afternoon Mr Cullen,” said Gustavo, pleasantly and in Portuguese. “How are you both today?”

“Very well, thank you,” I replied. “We're actually heading home this evening, so you won't be needed next week.”

Gustavo nodded. “We will get started now then. Come on Kaure.”

Kaure glared at me suspiciously as she passed, and I gave her a serene smile in return. Her thoughts were full of concern for Bella, and she was frustrated that her lack of English knowledge had prevented her from understanding when Bella had called out to me. She was slightly paranoid, imagining what the language barrier had kept her from hearing.

She doesn't seem to be under his thrall at least. She still has her free will.

Yes she does, I thought, and she still chooses to stay with me.

I felt almost smug at that thought and I couldn't help but smile wider as I followed Bella back into the living room. She was laid down across the sofa, watching the movie intently and mumbling lines to herself. I leaned over the armrest and kissed her on the forehead.

“I'm going hunting once more before we leave, love. I won't be long, only an hour or so. I'll take my cell phone and you can call if you need me.”

She smiled up at me and nodded. “Ok, I’ll see you soon.” She craned her neck, reaching for my lips, and I pressed them to hers softly for a moment before pulling away.

I let Gustavo know I was going 'shopping' and hurried down to the jetty. Last time I went hunting, I had swum there and back, but, since we had company, I would have to take the boat this time.

After speeding through the water for about half an hour, I pulled up on a deserted beach a few miles from Rio that backed directly onto the rainforest. I paused long enough to take in the scents on the breeze around me, working out what was an endangered species and what wasn't, then took of in the direction of a large herd of deer very similar to those I hunted back home.

I had taken down four of them and moved on to tracking what proved to be an already ailing lynx when I heard the thoughts. I ignored them, focused on my kill, and it was only once the animal lay drained at my feet that I realised the voices had followed me.

Who is he? I’ve not seen him before, thought one, a male. The second was female.

Another like us! I knew there had to be others. Unless it's Joham… but it doesn't smell like him. Hmm…

I turned to where the thoughts came from.

“I mean no harm,” I called out. “I apologise for hunting in your territory. I wasn't aware there was anyone living here. I will leave at once, if you wish.”

The under brush parted, and a small woman with dark burgundy eyes and braided black hair, dressed in what appeared to be animal skin, emerged. She had a vaguely coffee coloured complexion, and I guessed that she had once belonged to one of the local indigenous tribes. The language of her thoughts was very similar to that of Kaure's, which confirmed my theory.

“Who are you?” she asked in English. “What are you doing here?”

“My name is Edward Cullen.” I replied. “My wife and I are staying on a small island owned by our family near here, and I came to the mainland to hunt.”

Her eyes widened. “You eat the animals?”

I nodded. “All my family does. We don't want to kill people. It's an ethical choice, of sorts.”

The female's face went from blank surprise to suspicion. “Where is your wife? Can you not hunt on your island?”

I shook my head. “The wildlife range is too small and mostly endangered. As to your other question, my wife is still human. She knows all about us, and we plan to change her in the near future.”

She seemed to relax now that my explanation was complete. “Very well. It is a pleasure to meet you Edward Cullen. My name is Huilen, and this is my nephew Nahuel.”

She gestured to a young man I had not noticed before, standing on the wide branch of a red wood directly over my head. I was startled to see him. His skin was warm and dark, his scent not vampire, but not quite human either. His eyes were teak coloured, and it was impossible to ignore the sound of his hummingbird-fast heartbeat. Exactly like…

“What are you?” I whispered.

Over the next few minutes, in the little clearing in the depths of the rainforest, Huilen and Nahuel told me their story. I was at first amazed, then excited. These people could help me, help us. Huilen knew how to take care of a person carrying one of these hybrid children, having done so for her sister. Nahuel was proof of what the child would grow to be; the half-sisters he told me about provided insight into the possible differences between the genders.

By the time we were finished, the sun had dropped in the sky a considerable amount. I was anxious to return to Bella; I had been gone much longer than I said I would, and we would have to leave soon. Nahuel and Huilen asked if they could come back to the island with me, and I readily agreed, wanting Huilen's opinion of Bella’s condition and her advice on how to proceed. We ran back to the beach where I had left the boat, then began to speed through the water towards Isle Esme as the sky steadily darkened.

Chapter 1: Understanding

This was originally an entry for the Scene Stealers Contest over on FF.net last year. Unfortunately I didn't win any of the prizes, but several people, both on the competition entry and when I published it on my account, said that I should carry on with it and tell the rest of the story. I did, and it has become one of my most popular stories, possibly due to the fact that I can't seem to stop writing it! Seriously, I filled a whole notebook with this story, and I'm only on Chapter 8. My handwriting is huge, and there was some other stuff in there already, but really, that's just ridiculous. 
Anyway, I hope you like it. Come back next week to read the next instalment.
Enjoy!
Glitterb
_________________________________________________________________________________

Chapter 1: Understanding

BPOV

And then, like 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. (Breaking Dawn, Ch. 7 pg. 115)

“Bella?”

I jumped, and the nudger knocked my hand again.

Looking over my shoulder in the mirror, I saw Edward standing behind me, his eyes locked on my hand.

I couldn’t speak.

His eyes rose slowly to meet mine. He saw the tears, and his frozen pose broke.

He was suddenly right in front of me, wiping away my tears and cradling my face. His words came in a jumbled rush.

“Oh God Bella, I’m so sorry. Are you hurt? I’m so stupid, I should have known...”

I put my hand over his mouth.

“Edward,” I croaked, my voice as steady as I could make it; which wasn’t saying much. “Stop. You’re panicking, and that isn’t going to help anyone.”

Edward gently moved my hand to his cheek and held it there with both of his. He took a deep, unneeded breath.

“I’m sorry. It’s just... I’ve heard stories, Bella, legends about this kind of thing, and they... they don’t end well. I’m... I’m scared.” The last part was no more than a whisper.

“Hold on,” I said, holding up one finger. “What do you mean ‘this kind of thing’?”

He breathed again, deep and slow, before he spoke, as if determined to calm himself.

“Children... creatures... made by sadistic vampires with their human prey. The... the mother never... never survives.” He seemed to struggle with each word. Then suddenly, he was absolutely focused, gripping my face again tightly.

“If I lose you... I can’t even... Bella, this thing could kill you. We have to get you to Carlisle, get it out.”

I was abruptly furious.

“Thing?” I growled. “Did you just call our baby a thing?”

Edward blinked twice, astounded.

“What?”

“You heard me.” I was really mad now. I pushed away from him.

“This isn’t some horrific monster from a story Edward. This is you and me. We’ve made something, together, that’s special and magical and... and...”

The tears began again and they choked the words. I wrapped my arms around myself, around my baby.

“I won’t let you take him from me.” I said fiercely, my eyes daring him to try.

His eyes were wary as he approached me.

“Bella,” he said, his voice soft. “ I don’t want to hurt you. But I can’t stand you being in danger. I won’t stand it.”

I crumbled, whispering so softly that a human wouldn’t have heard.

“Please Edward. I... I... I need him. I can’t live without him, any more than I can live without you. Please.”

I knew I was begging, but I didn’t care. Tears flowed relentlessly down my face and sobs racked my body.

Edward slowly came to me, wrapping his arms gently around me. I clutched him close, drenching his shirt.

“Alright Bella, it’s alright. You’re right. It is special. I’m sure – if I could just not be afraid- I would feel exactly the same as you do. Calm down sweetheart, everything’s alright.”

He rocked me gently, sitting on the bed and pulling me into his lap. He continued to murmur soothing words into my ear until the tears subsided. My arms relaxed, one hand slipping back to my stomach while the other stayed around his neck.

“You really love it, don’t you?” he whispered, and I nodded, lightly stroking the bump.

“You think it’s a boy?”

I smiled. He had obviously picked up on my use of the word ‘him’ before. He spoke quietly, and if I hadn’t known him so well I wouldn’t have heard the barely concealed interest in his voice.

“I dream about a boy.” I said, speaking just as softly as he had. “A beautiful little boy, with big green eyes and crazy bronze hair.” I smiled up at him. “What do you think?”

Edward looked startled for a second before he buried his face in my hair and placed a tender kiss on my neck.

“I don’t care really. But, boy or girl, they have to have your eyes. I want to still be able to look at them once you are changed.”

I shook my head at him and laughed a little. “You’re going soft.”

My tone was light and teasing, but inside I was elated. He wasn’t going to fight me any more; he wanted this too.

He chuckled with me, then stopped abruptly.

“What?” I asked, worried.

He held up a finger and cocked his head to the side.

“I hear it,” he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath. “I can hear its heartbeat next to yours.”

I smiled wider than ever, and gently stroked his cheek. He smiled too, tentatively, and moved his hand slowly downwards until it hovered over mine.

“May I?” he asked; always the gentleman.

I nodded, taking his hand and pressing his palm flat against my belly, over my t-shirt. Almost instantly, I felt the baby press the point where Edward’s cold skin touched it. He felt it too. His eyes widened and he stared at our hands.

“Someone knows their daddy.” I murmured. There was another nudge, as if my little one agreed with me.

“Wow,” was all Edward said before he kissed me.