Falling To The Sun | B. Swan + E. Cullen

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The press of his cool hands against her cheeks was comforting to her burning skin. She was hot, so very hot, and no matter how much Carlisle told her that it was natural for some pregnant women to get heat flashes and heartburn, Roman could only glare at Bella and the way she was covered in thick blankets.

She was cold, her body turning frail, and she wasn't much better except she felt like she was burning half the time.

His hands smoothed up to cover her eyes, easing the pounding that beat behind her eyelids, and she melted further back against him, hands falling to rest against her ballooned stomach.

The distressed moan that he let out comforted by Bella as she pats his knee.

Her wife read in between her naps and eating. They couldn't manage to get her to keep anything down, no matter what they tried.

It wasn't quite like that for Roman, exactly, she craved red meats, rare, and those she always managed to keep down, miraculously, but she was sick often enough that no one really thought much of it.

"Do you want some water?" Rosalie asks gently.

"No thanks, I'm good."

"You haven't had anything to eat today, love," Bella adds, the couch shifting as she reaches across the save to her. "You have to try something."

That gives her pauses as she thinks back to her last meal. It was sometime last night when she woke restlessly wanting lucky charms and chocolate milk. None of it had stayed down and the taste of metal was still there, but it was the best she had ever tasted.

"Not hungry," she mutters, drumming her fingers over her stomach.

Edward moaned quietly from behind her, a tortured sound, and she hummed gently. She wanted to comfort him, tell him that it really isn't his fault, that he shouldn't be so sad. He didn't deserve to be so miserable over their decision.

"You want another steak?" Bella asks, her tone hopeful.

"It's not like you aren't eating, Bells," she says, rolling her eyes under his gentle hands. "It didn't make much of a difference if it rarely stays down."

"At least I'm trying to eat."

"I'm trying just as well as you are."

"Then have something to eat."

She groans, the taste of iron already heavy in her mouth. "Yeah, fine, okay."

Edward relaxes some, his relief instant. She felt terrible, like the worst person to exist because he was suffering and she could see it every time that she looks at him.

He was a man haunted, his eyes a mix of defeats and wild desperation. They didn't look very well, she knew that much, but he was faulting himself for that fact. He was miserable thinking that he had done that to them.

And she felt horrible knowing that he was blaming himself, but Roman wouldn't change her situation for anything.

Her little Bean was there, here, and she wouldn't do anything to change it now that she had the chance.

She was idealistic, optimistic and a true romantic at heart. In her dreams she was always with Bella and Edward, she was always with them happy and in love, and before she knew that he was a vampire she had always thought of them with a happy little family.

Dreams change and she changed with them, but now that she had the chance, nods that she had the opportunity to have the child that she always wanted with the people she loved, Roman couldn't love to regret a moment of it.