Rora barely ate anything, again. She went right to bed after that. Edward and me finally agreed on the baby food thing, I went to the store while he stayed with the sleeping angels. We had the right flavor so Antoinette ate just fine.

After dinner he went home. I took a shower and went to bed. I’d never had more tormented dreams. I was in a cemetery, it was raining and there was thunder. I was looking for the girls; I couldn’t find them. I stumbled across a funeral. The casket was rather small. It was being lowered into the grave. I stood behind an old headstone, watching. They put the headstone on after the hole was filled in. Everyone left, except one man holding a little girl with brown hair, about a year, maybe. He turned around, I saw it was Edward holding Antoinette. His eyes were red; he looked so forlorn. He reached his hand out to me and motioned for me to come over to him. I walked over and he took my hand, he turned around and led me toward the freshly filled in grave. When I walked up to it I saw the name on the headstone I screamed. It read,

Aurora Rose Swan

December 24, 2004- December 2, 2008

Beloved daughter and granddaughter

God’s angel on Earth delivered back to Heaven.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I woke up screaming. The sheets were sticking to me; I was drenched in sweat. My screaming turned into hysterics. I doubled over in bed. I’m not sure, it was kind of fuzzy, but I think I was trying to pull my hair out. I don’t know how long I stayed there like that. But by the time I finally fell back asleep the sun had started to rise.

My alarm went off at 10:00am. Again. I got up and made breakfast for the girls. While Rora was eating and I was feeding Antoinette Edward called. I picked up on the second ring, desperate to hear his voice. I knew it was him. Nobody else I know gets up this early and I had already called Dr. Solomon. “Bella?” I knew he was asking-not if it was me- but how I was doing. “Edward,” that seemed to be all he needed to hear. “I’m on my way. I’ll be there in ten minutes,” he hung up. I put the phone back on the receiver and put my head in my hands, then sat down, continuing to feed Antoinette, desperately waiting for Edward to get here.

Exactly ten minutes later the doorbell rang. I got up to get it. When I opened the door I was pulled into the arms of my love. I wrapped my arms around his waist and buried my head in his chest, letting a few tears escape. When he pulled back he looked at my face, he took my head in his hands and wiped away the tears, then pressed his lips to my forehead. I closed my eyes and let myself fall into him. “Edward?” I turned around to look at the angel in pajamas who had spoken. “Yes, sweetheart, it’s me,” he let go of me and picked her up. She laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. He wrapped his arms and around her and turned to look at me. He took his hand from the back of her head and reached out to me. I walked forward and walked into his embrace. He held the two of us there for a few minutes. Then he took my hand and led me to the front room where Antoinette was playing in her playpen. He sat down on the couch and pulled me against the side of his chest not being occupied by my baby girl. We lay there for a few minutes, until Antoinette started to get angry at the attention that was not being directed at her. She humphed at us and gave us a pouty expression. We laughed and Edward let go of me so I could pick her up. When I had grabbed her Edward grabbed me and pulled me back down on the couch with him. And the four of us sat there together. And as desperate and hopeless I felt, in that moment, as Edward held me and Rora, and I held Antoinette, I felt as if everything was going to be alright.