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He stared at me in confusion. What? Are you trying to pass this illness off as PMS?

No, I managed to choke out. No, Edward. Im trying to tell you that my period is five days late.

His facial expression didnt change. It was like I hadnt spoken.

I dont think 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 crying. All that food. Oh. Oh. Oh.

Edwards 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 hands. Id never changed out of the little silk shorts and camisole Id worn to bed. I yanked the blue fabric 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 enough movies and TV shows to know that this wasnt how it worked. I was only five days late. If I was pregnant, my body wouldnt even have registered that fact. I would not have morning sickness. I would not have changed my eating or sleeping habits.

And I most definitely would not have a small but defined bump sticking out between my hips.

I twisted my torso back and forth, examining it from every angle, as if it would disappear in exactly the right light. I ran my fingers over the subtle bulge, surprised 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 vampire, for crying 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 accelerated

And then I remembered somethinga morning of internet research that seemed a lifetime ago now. Sitting at the old desk in my room at Charlies house with gray light glowing dully through the window, staring at my ancient, wheezing computer, reading avidly through a web-site called Vampires AZ. 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 vampire myths around the world. The Filipino Danag, the Hebrew Estrie, the Romanian Varacolaci, the Italian Stregoni benefici (a legend actually based on my new father-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 ratesand infidelity. No, honey, Im not having an affair! That sexy woman you saw sneaking out of the house was an evil 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 youjust because youve come home from a two-year sea voyage and Im pregnant? It was the incubus. He hypnotized me with his mystical vampire powers.

That had been part of the definition of the incubusthe ability to father children with his hapless prey.

I shook my head, dazed. But

I thought of Esme and especially Rosalie. Vampires couldnt have children. If it were possible, Rosalie would have found a way by now. The incubus myth was nothing 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 bear children. The constant change of a monthly cycle for one thing, and then the bigger changes needed to accommodate a growing child. Rosalies body couldnt change.

But mine could. Mine did. I touched the bump on my stomach that had not been there yesterday.

And human menwell, 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 he fathered 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 theory with a human woman? Or the inclination?

I could think of only one.

Part of my head was sorting through fact and memory and speculation, while the other halfthe part that controlled the ability to move even the smallest muscleswas 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 handfrom inside my body.

In the same moment, Edwards phone rang, shrill and demanding. Neither of us moved. It rang again and again. I tried to tune it out while I pressed my fingers to my stomach, waiting. In the mirror my expression was no longer bewilderedit was wondering now. I barely noticed when the strange, silent tears started streaming down my cheeks.

The phone kept ringing. I wished Edward would answer itI was having a moment. Possibly the biggest of my life.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

Finally, the annoyance broke through everything else. I got down on my knees next to EdwardI found myself moving more carefully, a thousand times more aware of the way each motion feltand patted his pockets until I found the phone. I half-expected him to thaw out and answer it himself, but he was perfectly still.

I recognized the number, and I could easily guess why she was calling.

Hi, Alice, I said. My voice wasnt much better than before. I cleared my throat.

Bella? Bella, are you okay?

Yeah. Um. 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 phone and then demanded, 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?

While I waited through the split second it took for Carlisle to speak, the vision Id imagined for Alice danced behind my lids. A tiny, beautiful little baby, even more beautiful than the boy in my dreama 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. Just taken 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. Another trickle of tears dribbled down my cheeks. This is going to sound crazylook, 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.

Um, 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 wrapped 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 whirled around the room like an angry 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 argument while I changed, gesturing with sudden, agitated movements.

When I could no longer bear the violent energy radiating out of him, I quietly left the room. His manic concentration made me sick to my stomachnot 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.

Someone 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 dont 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 rightthough 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 slower than hisit was still stuck marveling over the picture it had conjured up before: the tiny child with Edwards eyesgreen, as his had been when he was humanlying fair and beautiful in my arms. I hoped he would have Edwards face exactly, with no interference from mine.

It was funny 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 live without, now there were two. There was no divisionmy 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 Renée 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 choicea 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 wasunable 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 crossed 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? I gasped.

He looked sharply away from me, toward the front door. Dammit! I forgot Gustavo was due today. Ill 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 at all. 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 heard Edward speaking Portuguese again. Arguing again. His voice got closer, and I heard him grunt in exasperation. Then I heard another voice, low and timid. A womans voice.

He came into the kitchen ahead 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 broughtshe made us dinner. If he had been less tense, less furious, I knew he would have rolled his eyes. Its an excuseshe 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 the color 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 strongonions 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, hesitating 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 himloudly, furiously, her unintelligible words flying across the room like knives. She raised her tiny fist in the air and took two steps forward, shaking 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 alien 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 changedshe 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 starteddid 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 questionerone quick query. She hesitated and then slowly 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 slowly 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 fixed on his face. A few moments later, I heard a boats engine 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 understand 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 a few 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 thingsto forget that Gustavo 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 send button and crossed my fingers.

Hello? the voice like golden wind chimes answered.

Rosalie? I whispered. Its Bella. Please. You have to help me.

BOOK TWO: JACOB

PREFACE

Life sucks, and then you die.

Yeah, I should be so lucky.

8 WAITING FOR THE DAMN FIGHT TO START ALREADY

Jeez, Paul, dont you freaking have a home of your own?

Paul, lounging across my whole couch, watching some stupid baseball game on my crappy TV, just grinned at me and thenreal slowhe lifted one Dorito from the bag in his lap and wedged it into his mouth in one piece.

You betterve brought those with you.

Crunch. Nope, he said while chewing. Your sister said to go ahead and help myself to anything I wanted.

I tried to make my voice sound like I wasnt about to punch him. Is Rachel here now?

It didnt work. He heard where I was going and shoved the bag behind his back. The bag crackled as he smashed it into the cushion. The chips crunched into pieces. Pauls hands came up in fists, close to his face like a boxer.

Bring it, kid. I dont need Rachel to protect me.

I snorted. Right. Like you wouldnt go crying to her first chance.

He laughed and relaxed into the sofa, dropping his hands. Im not going to go tattle to a girl. If you got in a lucky hit, that would be just between the two of us. And vice versa, right?

Nice of him to give me an invitation. I made my body slump like Id given up. Right.

His eyes shifted to the TV.

I lunged.

His nose made a very satisfying crunching sound of its own when my fist connected. He tried to grab me, but I danced out of the way before he could find a hold, the ruined bag of Doritos in my left hand.

You broke my nose, idiot.

Just between us, right, Paul?

I went to put the chips away. When I turned around, Paul was repositioning his nose before it could set crooked. The blood had already stopped; it looked like it had no source as it trickled down his lips and off his chin. He cussed, wincing as he pulled at the cartilage.

You are such a pain, Jacob. I swear, Id rather hang out with Leah.

Ouch. Wow, I bet Leahs really going to love to hear that you want to spend some quality time with her. Itll just warm the cockles of her heart.

Youre going to forget I said that.

Of course. Im sure it wont slip out.

Ugh, he grunted, and then settled back into the couch, wiping the leftover blood on the collar of his t-shirt. Youre fast, kid. Ill give you that. He turned his attention back to the fuzzy game.

I stood there for a second, and then I stalked off to my room, muttering about alien abductions.

Back in the day, you could count on Paul for a fight pretty much whenever. You didnt have to hit him thenany mild insult would do. It didnt take a lot to flip him out of control. Now, of course, when I really wanted a good snarling, ripping, break-the-trees-down match, he had to be all mellow.

Wasnt it bad enough that yet another member of the pack had imprintedbecause, really, that made four of ten now! When would it stop? Stupid myth was supposed to be rare, for crying out loud! All this mandatory love-at-first-sight was completely sickening!

Did it have to be my sister? Did it have to be Paul?

When Racheld come home from Washington State at the end of the summer semestergraduated early, the nerdmy biggest worryd been that it would be hard keeping the secret around her. I wasnt used to covering things up in my own home. It made me real sympathetic to kids like Embry and Collin, whose parents didnt know they were werewolves. Embrys mom thought he was going through some kind of rebellious stage. He was permanently grounded for constantly sneaking out, but, of course, there wasnt much he could do about that. Shed check his room every night, and every night it would be empty again. Shed yell and hed take it in silence, and then go through it all again the next day. Wed tried to talk Sam into giving Embry a break and letting his mom in on the gig, but Embryd said he didnt mind. The secret was too important.

So Id been all geared up to be keeping that secret. And then, two days after Rachel got home, Paul ran into her on the beach. Bada bing, bada boomtrue love! No secrets necessary when you found your other half, and all that imprinting werewolf garbage.

Rachel got the whole story. And I got Paul as a brother-in-law someday. I knew Billy wasnt much thrilled about it, either. But he handled it better than I did. Course, he did escape to the Clearwaters more often than usual these days. I didnt see where that was so much better. No Paul, but plenty of Leah.

I wonderedwould a bullet through my temple actually kill me or just leave a really big mess for me to clean up?

I threw myself down on the bed. I was tiredhadnt slept since my last patrolbut I knew I wasnt going to sleep. My head was too crazy. The thoughts bounced around inside my skull like a disoriented swarm of bees. Noisy. Now and then they stung. Must be hornets, not bees. Bees died after one sting. And the same thoughts were stinging me again and again.

This waiting was driving me insane. It had been almost four weeks. Id expected, one way or another, the news would have come by now. Id sat up nights imagining what form it would take.

Charlie sobbing on the phoneBella and her husband lost in an accident. A plane crash? That would be hard to fake. Unless the leeches didnt mind killing a bunch of bystanders to authenticate it, and why would they? Maybe a small plane instead. They probably had one of those to spare.

Or would the murderer come home alone, unsuccessful in his attempt to make her one of them? Or not even getting that far. Maybe hed smashed her like a bag of chips in his drive to get some? Because her life was less important to him than his own pleasure

The story would be so tragicBella lost in a horrible accident. Victim of a mugging gone wrong. Choking to death at dinner. A car accident, like my mom. So common. Happened all the time.