We Three Witches (Twilight)

The Conversation

March 24th, 2003

Bella's POV

I'd always thought less of the characters in stories who let miscommunication get in the way of their love lives. Always rolled my eyes and declared that everything could be solved with a simple conversation. Always scoffed at the innermost thoughts of the main characters who insisted that their partner felt far away, even in the small room.

Now, as I laid here in that stupid fucking hospital bed with rails that I was convinced had been put in with malicious intention, I knew without a doubt I owed those characters a big fucking apology.

It's easy to roll your eyes and dismiss something as ridiculous if you've never experienced it before. Maybe that's a sign: if you're not afraid to lay your cards down on the table for all to see, not fucking terrified doing so will destroy the unstable balancing act you know won't last but cling to anyway, then you've never been truly in love. It's the simplest thing in the world for you as the reader to groan at another missed opportunity and wish that character would just get on with it.

These thoughts raced around in my head as I stared at Edward through the door of my hospital room. Before the kidnapping, we'd left everything in shambles. Of course that hadn't been my fault. He'd chosen to break up with me. He was the one who couldn't handle me at my worst, so obviously he didn't deserve me at my best. And yet...

The thought made my heart constrict and I looked across the room at my sisters' beds. Both of them were under individual privacy spells, speaking to their boys. Rose had her head on Emmett's shoulder with his arms around her waist, while Alice and Jasper seemed to be having a tense conversation in the other corner.

Irrational jealousy flowed through me. Why did they get the understanding ones? Why did they get the guys willing to stick with them through anything? Didn't I deserve someone who'd be by my side regardless too?

Their vampires hadn't called it off with them when they blew up, and I knew my sisters had. Alice and Rose had told me all about how they'd exploded under pressure and all their boys had done was cling tighter to them, unwilling to let them go. Why couldn't Edward have done the same?

Why did he have to walk away? Right when I needed him the most?

I tore my gaze away from my sisters. I should be happy for them. Not wallowing away in my own self-pity. And yet I couldn't help it. Was it so bad to want something for myself? To want that happiness that seemed to come to everyone else so easily?

My eyes were drawn to the door as I heard the tell tale click of the knob. A second later Dr Gerald walked in with Dad.

The privacy spells fell at their entrance, as Nurse Yvette had intended when she raised them

"Hello, ladies," Dr Gerald smiled warmly at us. "Miss Bella, unfortunately you will have to stay with us a bit longer. An obstetrician will be by shortly to speak with you about how to move forward concerning the safety of your unborn child."

I lurched up, ignoring the sharp pain in my sides at the sudden movement. "Why? What's wrong with my baby?"

"Your baby's safe, you'll just need to have a discussion about how best to take care of it," he reassured. He turned to my sisters. "Miss Rosalie, Miss Alice, it looks like you'll both be cleared to leave after a final check."

"What?" Rose pulled herself out of Emmet's arms, panic streaking across her face. "No! We're not leaving!" She looked at me with wide, terrified eyes from across the room. "We can't!"