It was the second time today that Edward stormed into the living room, absolutely livid.

“God Rosalie, why are you doing this?” he paced back and forth, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. It was such an Edward look.

“Don’t get me started, Edward.” I growled back. “Think about it. It’s your child inside of her. Your baby!”

He stopped his pacing to face me. His eyes narrowed in my direction. He was probably reading my thoughts, trying to pick something out of my head that would make Bella change her mind about the pregnancy.

Good god! Think about it you idiot! Vampires can’t have children, yet by some miracle you have created one. Why can’t you see that!

“Because,” his teeth mashed together, “it’s a monster! How could I have created something that could be good?”

I rolled my eyes at him. Maybe he just didn’t understand. He has never wanted children like I have. Every day I crave for this miracle, every second I wish for a child. And then when I thought things just couldn’t get any weirder in the Edward Bella universe, she get’s pregnant and calls me for help!

The one thing I want is the one thing I can never have, yet here it is, and he is just trying to kill it, waste its unique life.

“Rosalie!” Edward snapped in a luminous anger, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “It’s not a baby! It’s some strange combination of a vampire and a human. How does that translate into what you want?”

The whole time Bella’s eyes roamed between Edward and I like a ping pong game. She was lying on the white sofa with a blanket covering her stomach that was growing so quickly you’d think she was more than half way through her pregnancy. Her face had lost most of its color, and honestly, her scent had lost some of its vigor; which was good, considering I had made a pact with her to keep her and her baby safe.

Her soft hand came up when Edward stopped next to her to glare at me and she just barely touched his arm. Every snarl, every nasty retort and every angry expression he had shot at me left his face. Compassion took its place. Worry, anxiety…every melancholy expression took over his rapt features.