*p.s. dont hate me for the ending I know it was rushed but I got writers block. if you want a sequel to know if thy have babys and what not to continue the story please comment!!! love you guys!!! *
The next day was rather quiet. I had been thinking I mean I have three options if it is cancer. Option one-become a vampire- which would avoid making Paul watch me suffer and possibly get worse and die, but it wouldn't allow me to have kids. Option two-take chemotherapy if it is cancerous- which would possibly help me and keep me alive giving me the option to grow old with Paul and have kids, but it could possibly also cause me to be infertile and not be able to have kids. Option three- not get chemo-and not become a vampire; get pregnant, deliver the baby, then start chemo or become a vampire, but Paul will suffer watching me suffer and the possibility of it working out is slight. But its the only option where I would get to have kids and not be worried if id be infertile and then I could get help. I know I can't get pregnant and be on chemo. And being a vampire I can't get pregnant either. But thats what I want. Kids with Paul. And that is all that should matter.
"Hey Paul?" I ask him sitting across the room from him. He glances up from his daydream.
"Yea?"
"Ok so I've been thinking-"
"Thats never good." I send him a slight glare then smile.
"I have three options to deal with this tumor thing if its cancer." He stands and comes to sit by me realizing the seriousness of the situation.
"Ok what are they?"
"One, I could become a vampire, avoiding chemo, but it wouldn't allow me to have kids with you." He is angered at the thought that I even considered this option. "Two," I go on anyways. "Start chemo, but this could cause me to become infertile and not be able to have kids. It would cost money and it would hurt you to see me like that and the possibility of it even working isn't 100%." he considers this. "Option three, not get chemo, and get pregnant. Have the baby, deliver, risk it, and then get treatment or get changed into a vampire if its a dire situation after I deliver. This option would allow me to have a baby with you and I would live." I have a feeling he hates this option but I personally think its my favorite.
"I am not in love with Option 1, or option three.." I knew it. I sigh.
"They all have consequences." I point out.
"Yes they do but I do want to have kids with you, but I do not want you risking it without having the cancer gone. Its out of the option." I stand up and walk to the kitchen which i hope he takes as walking out of the conversation. I grab a glass of orange juice that dad keeps stocked. I hear Paul's feet pad their way towards the kitchen.
"Its going to be option 3, isn't it?"
"Yep."
Bang!
I jump. Then turn. He hit the cookie jar clear off the counter its shattered into a million pieces. Cookie crumbles in the pile of white and green glass shards. He just stands there fuming.
"You are not going to risk your life! I won't let you! I will not watch you carry around my child and die in the process. You saw what that did to Jacob! And Edward! You saw how it hurt them!!" He yells and I back slowly towards the wall. He's red in the face and I can feel the heat coming off of him.
"What if.. Its the only way? what if it is the only way for us to have kids? Chemo could make me infertile and I do not want to take that chance, I want to be with you and have kids and grow old together. I do not want to risk that future and this option is the only one that has that future in it!" I yell back. Im out of breath when I'm done. My face is flushed and I feel the lump in my throat grow. He stops and takes a deep breath. He is next to me quicker than normal. But I move away and begin picking up the pieces of glass on the floor. Gathering them in my hands and the lump just gets bigger in my throat. Does he not want the future I want?
