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"Rosalie?" I whispered. "It's Bella. Please. You have to help me."

"Bella?" Her voice was a mixture of surprise and concern. "What's wrong?"

What's wrong? That was the very question I wanted to ask Edward.

I was overjoyed. Ecstatic. Complete. I never knew that a part of me was missing—a part of my heart, my soul, my very being. I had already been blessed beyond compare; I had Edward. It seemed so unfair to think that I could have even more.

Edward had my whole heart. It had never occurred to me that he would have to share.

Before I could stop it, a tearless sob escaped my throat.

"Bella?" There was alarm in her voice now. "Bella, what is it? Are you okay? You're scaring me. Where's Edward?"

"No, it's fine. We're both fine." I tried to sound reassuring, but my voice came out in a hoarse whisper, and I probably sounded like I was being held hostage. "I'm… I'm pregnant."

I heard a sharp intake of breath on the other end of the phone line.

Silence.

"Is—Is that… possible?"

"Apparently," I breathed.

"Wow."

I gave her a minute to process what I had just told her before continuing. "Edward is furious. He wants to bring me to Carlisle, to 'take care of this.' I'm scared, Rose. I am scared to death, but not of the same thing that Edward is. I can't lose my baby." I choked the words out at a speed only a vampire could understand.

"Edward wants what?!" All the shock and hesitance had left her completely, replaced immediately with fury. For once, her passion and tenacity—or pigheadedness—did not intimidate me. It was exactly the reason I had chosen to call her, of all people. It was exactly what I needed, and she was the only one who could help now.

"Please help me." I hardly mouthed the words, but I knew she would hear me.

"Believe me, Bella. I will not let anything happen to your baby. I will not." She spoke so certainly that I couldn't doubt her. "I'm in this with you. I promise."

Whether from the pregnancy hormones or Rosalie's touching words, I couldn't tell—but I couldn't hold the tears back any longer. They streamed down my face, and I wiped them away with my sleeve.

"Thank you."

"When are you coming back?"

"Edward has already talked to Carlisle. We're leaving right away."

"I'll be there the second you get off the plane. I don't care what Carlisle says. We'll all be there to meet you, and I won't let them anywhere near you until they agree to our terms." She was businesslike now, but heavy emotion slipped into her words. "The baby is our number one priority."

"Of course," I agreed. I felt queasy when I thought of the objections Edward would have to that statement.

"How are you feeling right now, Bella?" she said, more gently. "Will the baby be okay in your body? You're only a human…"

"I don't know, Rose. It's all happening so fast. This morning, I thought babies were an impossibility for Edward and I. Now, I'm having morning sickness. I'm getting cravings. I'm eating for two. I'm sleeping all day. I have a bump. There is something growing inside of me. My baby is kicking me!" I couldn't hold off the hysteria any longer. "And my husband wants to kill it!"

I burst into maniacal laughter as the tears continued to fall. It was all too much for me. Too much, too soon. No, I guess that's not strictly true—I could never have been prepared for this.

"Shh, Bella. It'll all be fine. Don't freak out; think of the baby."

So I did.

I thought of little Edward Jacob—it would be tough to get Edward to agree to that one, but I would try—Cullen. My EJ. He would be just like his father in every way. He would be beautiful and smart and talented and passionate. Definitely musical. He would be mine and Edward's. A symbol of our love, our unbreakable bond.

I envisioned him sitting next to his father on the piano bench, his bronze hair uncombed. I watched them play together, making the most beautiful music I could imagine. I stood nearby, looking at my little boy with all the love and pride with which I had often seen Esme look at Edward. He would grow to be a fine man, like his father. I couldn't be happier.

"Bella?" Rosalie was hesitant again.

"Yes, Rose, I'm fine," I choked. "I'm… more than fine. I'm wonderful."

"Oh. Good." She was obviously pleased. "The baby needs you to be sane, I think."

"I know. I just wish Edward would love this baby like I do."

"Oh, he'll come around," she said dismissively. "Don't worry about him. I'll take care of everything. You just keep that baby healthy and safe."

Rosalie's harsh disregard for anyone but the baby barely even registered for me. Her one-track mind was exactly what I wanted. She and I were the only ones who could understand. We were the only ones who knew that my baby's life was worth more than mine. This baby was worth dying for.

But I will not die. I could not die. I could not die, because I could not kill Edward.

I would be strong.

"Thank you for understanding, Rosalie. You're the only one who can."

"I know," she said sadly. "Bella, I would die before I let anything hurt the baby."

"I know you would. Listen, I have to go now. I'll see you soon."

"Take care of yourself. For the baby's sake. Bye, Bella."

I owed Rosalie everything for this.

Just as I placed the phone down, Edward rounded the corner. There was a hard look on his face, and a strange emptiness in his eyes.

"Bella?"

I couldn't look at him.

"Coming," I muttered. He turned away, and I followed after him, rubbing my newly bloated belly, giving me strength to take every step.

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