He's Different

Chapter Twenty-six

        I stared at him, my eyes piercing his. He didn't hold my gaze for long though, as he moved his head down into his hands, where he sat there, cradling his head. A strange sound seemed to ring in my ears, and I closed my eyes softly, hoping this was all a dream. I know I wanted a baby, but I don't know if I'm ready; I don't know if he's ready. I looked down at Paul, his face was covered by his hands, but I knew his expression wasn't happy.

I bit my lip, and cautiously began to speak, "Baby, are you okay?" I softly said, reaching over to caress his black hair.

He pulled away before I could, without saying anything back, he stood and stomped out of the room. Paul slammed the door, which left an eerie and depressed silence. My hand fell to my side, tears threatened to fall, I covered my mouth with my hand, holding down everything that was trying to crawl out.

I jumped when someone else came into the room, the male gave me a sad smile, and made his way towards me. My mood instantly brightened, but I wanted Paul, not Jasper. I wanted Paul to hold me, and tell me everything will be alright, and that we will get through this together, but he never came back. Jasper pulled up a plain white chair, and sat down, right next to my bed.

We sat in silence for a few seconds, before he decided to break it, "He's gone." Was all he said, as his eyes glazed over. He hated seeing me in pain, or feeling bad. He wanted to tell me everything would be okay, but he knew it wouldn't. As long as Paul wasn't there, I wouldn't be happy. He ran his fingers through his hair, as he reached over and held my hand in his.

"He'll come back, though. I promise." He clutched my hand, and squeezed it as he saw the depressed look in my eyes.

"Why did he go?" I questioned quietly, looking down at him to meet his gaze.

Jaspers eyebrows furrowed, "I don't know." He said, but something told me he did. His eyes looked guilty, and he seemed to notice me staring at him suspiciously. He put on his signature grin, but it held sorrow, and pain.

We sat there for a few minutes, thinking about life and probably many other things. Jasper let go of my hand, and looked back at me once as he left the room, letting me bathe in the heavy silence, that soon took over me, and let me fall into a deep sleep, thinking about Paul; and what I was going to do.

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It has been two days since I found out I was pregnant, I already had quite a belly, well, sort of. It was like one of those food babies, where you eat too much and you bloat up. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I ran my fingers over my skin. I was a lot paler than before, I had dark circles under my eyes, it was so different. My thoughts traveled to Paul, Embry had come over yesterday evening, and told me where he had gone. Paul did the same thing Jacob did, he ran off into Canada, leaving me here to suffer alone. Embry also told me that everything I'm feeling, he's feeling, and that he'll not hesitate to come back if he feels excruciating pain.

Today, Carlisle is going to explain to me what is going to happen when I go into labor, or what he thinks will happen. He hasn't come across something like this before, but he has asked around and he thinks he's on to something. I walked down the stairs, and smiled at everyone. All the Cullen's were sitting in the living room, either talking or watching T.V., I caught Bella's gaze and she waved me over.

"Are you excited?" She asked simply, a slight hint of annoyance coating her voice.

I shrugged at her question, "I mean, I guess. I just hope that Paul comes back..." I trailed off, and stared at the dark woods, which seemed to have grown more distant.

Bella nodded, and ran her fingers through Renesmee's hair. I stared at the girl, and she gave me a soft smile. She really did look like Bella, she was going to live forever, just like her mother and father. Like her whole family. I was going to die, and for some reason, I somehow wished that I wanted to be immortal.

My thoughts caught in my head, and were shooed away when Carlisle called my name. I turned around and he came walking up to me, holding a notebook in his hand securely, "Are you ready?" He asked, and I nodded. He smiled softly, and followed me over to the couch, where everyone immediately quieted down.

Emmet turned off the T.V., and he moved over to me. Carlisle let out a sigh, which made me tense up. He had a worried look on his face, and before he could even say anything, I felt like throwing up. I wasn't ready for what he was going to say, I knew it wasn't going to be good, considering how I looked.

"It's really 50/50. There's a 50% chance that you will die in labor, and your baby will also perish. The other 50% is that you will live, and your baby will be just fine. I can't predict the outcome, even Alice can't see into the future, we just have to pray and hope." He finished, and an uncomfortable silence filled the room.

Bella had a concerned look on her face, and finally spoke up before anyone could do anything else, "What if we do the same thing for Summer, that we did for me?" She suggested, and for a second I had no idea what she was talking about.

"We can't do that, what would Paul do?" Alice said, her eyebrows furrowing deeply at this. I soon caught on, Bella was suggesting that I get turned into a vampire, but I decided to keep my mouth shut.

"Well, Jacob wasn't able to resist..." Edward trailed off, his eyes flickering towards Renesmee before back at Carlisle, who had his hand on his chin. I wasn't ready to die, I didn't want to die on the delivery table, I want to be with Paul, no matter what.

Everyone began to speak up about the issue, not including me in their arguments. Bella, and Edward were trying to say that Paul wouldn't be able to leave me, while Jasper and Alice argued that Paul would abandon me, even though I was his imprint. Emmet, Rosalie, and Esme stayed out of it, deciding not to argue.

Carlisle finally spoke up, making everyone once again go quiet, "This shouldn't be about us, this is about Summer. If she wants to, then let her. Summer, what do you think?" He asked softly, allowing everyone to turn to look at me.

My mind raced, I shouldn't be put on the spot like this, but for some reason, I felt like I knew the answer. It hung in my mind, almost like it was the wrong answer, but my heart wanted me to say it. I bit my lip, and opened my mouth to speak, the simply words catching in the air.

"Why not?"