Okay, so I might be exaggerating on the conversation a bit. But the never ending stream of this same old argument was just getting tired already.

“Edward,” I spoke firmly, letting him know he was over stepping his bounds. “She’s tired. You know this argument always wears her out.”

He sighed. He knew I was right. His pleading with her had actually simmered down some since the first conversation we had at home.

—

“This is ridiculous, Bella!” Edward shouted.

Bella sat by me in a chair at the kitchen table. I placed my hand over hers to remind her I was here for her – on her side.

“It’s not some baby, Bella. It’s a monster. Something unimaginable is growing inside you!” he continued to yell.

She flinched at his words and I shot him a glare that would have burned holes all the way through his skull had I had that power. He could see the images in my head and turned to send me a glare worthy for the devil to applaud.

“And you,” his voice grew low, menacing even. “When did you talk to her? Convince her of this lie? That this is some kind of real miracle, a baby that she would – should – never have with me!?”

“She called me!” I said calmly. Edward looked surprised, his mouth open trying to wield some sort of retort that wouldn’t hurt Bella.

Bella coughed lightly and everyone in the room became silent, all tentative towards her small noise. Carlisle was by her side in an instant. “What is it Bella? Is everything okay?” his voice rushed.

“It’s okay, Carlisle,” she whispered. “Just a frog in my throat, that’s all.” she smiled.

“Edward,” I said decisively, “Do you really believe that there is some kind of creature that is going to be born from you two and be a …” I grappled for the words, “…a demon?”

“Yes,” he said firmly, his fist slamming down on the table. Esme jumped some and Edward suddenly looked apologetic. The table was an antique.

“Bella,” Carlisle said, bending closer to her eye level. “Is this what you really want?”

She nodded, her eyes never leaving Edward’s. His face was sullen, sulky even. Almost as if the whole world was crashing down on him.