Impossible Chapter 1
Bella's POV/ Post BD (No Renesmee! Refer to my Made in the Cullen House story…)
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I tore my body off of Edward early that morning. Even as a vampire and being with Edward for two years, our 'special activities', as we called them, still left me breathless. I curled up against his body and kissed his cheek. Edward looked down into my eyes.
"I love you, dear," Edward breathed and touched my face. I kissed his lips and quickly got lost in the moment. Just as I was about to make my move, Edward pushed away. I whimpered slightly. Edward laughed.
"We can't stay in bed all day, Bella. I think someone would notice," he sarcastically said. I laughed and smiled.
"I think your family knows about how involved we are in our special activities. I mean, the gazebo broke, we almost destroyed Esme's room, and the hall incident was just flat out embarrassing. Oh, and remember the time when we went to visit Jacob and…" I almost finished my sentence, but Edward pushed a finger to my lips.

"I remember it all, Bella. But we need to get downstairs. I can see you need to hunt. Why do you never tell me? You've been this way for two years and you still never tell me when you need to hunt!" Edward exclaimed. He got out of bed and I frowned.
"I don't feel thirsty," I whined and stood up, glancing over at his naked body. God, there was nothing that could compare to his beauty.
"Well, your eyes are black," Edward shot back, chuckling a little. I giggled like a little girl and walked into our closet, pulling my favorite white tank top off the hanger. Now that I was a Cullen, Alice had converted over half of my closest to mostly white clothes. I didn't mind. Edward pulled off a brown shirt and jeans. He was dressed before I got out my jeans. Just as I bent down to pick up my underwear, I felt a sharp pain in my stomach.
"Ow!" I exclaimed. Edward was beside me in an instant, holding my naked hips.

"What is it?" he asked. I grabbed my stomach with one hand and I held my head with the other hand.
"I don't know. I just feel a little… nauseas? If that makes any sense," I said, laughing at myself. Edward pulled his hand off me, running them down my hips slowly. I shivered and pulled the shirt over my head, dressing in an instant.
"Maybe because you need to drink, that's why you're feeling ill," he suggested, holding my hand as we walked out of the room. I was still holding my stomach.
"Maybe," I agreed. The pain returned and my stomach turned again. I held my stomach tighter and Edward supported my weight.
"Are you alright, love?" he asked worriedly.
"No!" I squeaked and dashed into the bathroom, reaching the toilet just in time to empty whatever was in my stomach. This was strange, because all there would be was blood. I didn't look at it because I was too occupied throwing up.

Edward held my hair behind my head and I could hear him quietly gasping as I hurled more and more. Finally, when I pulled away, I reached over and flushed the toilet, spinning around to look at Edward. There was no words to describe how confused we both were and how many "What If's" and "How Comes" were traveling through our mind.
"I'll get Carlisle," Edward choked and dashed off. I leaned over the toilet and threw up once more before rinsing out my mouth with water.
"What is it, Bella?" I heard Carlisle's voice chime through the bathroom. I turned and looked at him.
"I just threw up," I gasped through my lips.

Carlisle looked at me like I had 1000 heads. He walked over to me and I noticed Edward standing against the wall, his eyes wide with curiosity.
"Tell me everything, from when you… ehm… got up to when you got sick," he demanded. I sat down on the toilet and held my still aching stomach.
"Well, I got out of bed and got changed, but when I was leaning down to get my underwear, my stomach hurt. Edward thought it might be because I was thirsty," I said, motioning my hand to Edward.
"Continue," Carlisle simply said.
"Well we left the bathroom and I kept feeling like I was going to puke. Then, when we reached beside the bathroom, I knew I was about to throw up and I made a dash," I finished, wiping my mouth off. Carlisle placed his hand on my stomach and pushed in a little bit.

"How do you feel now, Bella?" he asked me quietly, obviously occupied with my stomach. It turned, but I swallowed and replied.
"I still feel ill," I whispered and grasped the toilet, knowing that I was either going to throw up on Carlisle, or in the toilet, and soon.
"Describe," he demanded. I opened my mouth to respond, but quickly crawled off the toilet and threw up again. I gagged a lot before I pulled my head out to flush, but Carlisle stopped me. He went over to the toilet and looked. I couldn't, because my stomach had just recovered and I didn't want to get sick again.
"Oh my… did you eat anything, Bella?" he asked me. I pushed my throbbing head into my hands and looked up at him.
"No," I murmured through my lips. Edward grabbed my arm and helped me up, supporting my weight.

"Bella, love, we are going to get you downstairs, ok? Can you hear me?" Edward's voice echoed throughout my head. I groaned and pressed two shaking fingers against his lips.
"Shhh…" I whispered. Before I knew it, Edward had whipped me onto the couch in the living. A red bowl was placed beside me and a blanket was thrown over me.
"I'm tired…" I whispered. Edward blinked a few times and walked over to Carlisle, who was writing furiously on his notepad.
"What it is?" Edward breathed. I heard Carlisle's pen stop scratching against the paper.
"I don't know," he whispered. I heard teeny footsteps dance beside me and pull back my hair. It was Alice.
"You poor thing! Do you want some water? Wait, no, sorry," Alice murmured. I heard her smack her head. I grabbed her hand and nodded.
"Water," I whispered without thinking. Alice frowned, but dashed away.

"Bella, you can't drink water. You won't like it," Edward whispered. But, sure enough, Alice reappeared with a blue cup full of water. I grabbed it and eagerly sipped it. It tasted great on my burning tongue and soothed my throat.
"Oh my god, she's enjoying it," I heard Esme's voice whispered. Observing the room a bit more, I noticed how almost everyone was there. Carlisle cleared his throat and walked over to me slowly, moving Alice away from stroking back my hair.
"How do you feel?" Carlisle asked. I shrugged.
"My throat feels like I just went hunting for hours and hours on end, without stopping," I admitted, swallowing the remains of the water.

"I think the process is being reversed," Carlisle muttered.