A/N: Okay, first off, if you haven't read up to Book #3 in Breaking Dawn yet…don't read this story. It'll obviously spoil big parts of it.

So, for this first chapter, I'm going to start right before Stephenie Meyer left off. The rest of this story will either be the scenes where Jake is there (in which the dialogue will remain the same) or original writing in the places where Jacob was absent.

EDIT: To any of you have already read this story, please know that I have gone back and fixed some grammar, dialogue, etc. based on reviews that I've received with suggestions or what I've learned as a writer since I wrote this.

I own none of this. The credit goes to the very talented Stephenie Meyer and her publishing company.

Nervously, I looked through his already-programmed numbers, terrified that he would catch me. After hesitating for just a second, I pressed the send button on his phone.

"Hello?"

"Rosalie? It's Bella. Please. You have to help me," I murmured as low as I possibly could. My words came out quickly, one after another—a habit I had when I was nervous. There was a brief pause on the other end of the line.

"Bella? What's… going on?" Even over the phone, I could hear the shock in her voice.

"Listen, Edward…well he could be back any minute, and he can't know that I talked to you." I took a deep breath before beginning my monologue. "Rosalie, I'm sure you've heard from Carlisle what happened." I paused briefly and when she didn't contradict me, I took that as a 'yes'. Feeling a lump rising in my throat, I continued, "Edward wants to kill the baby. My baby. Please Rosalie, please help me. On my own I can't do anything, but you're strong. You could. Please, will you help me to protect this baby when I get back?"

"Yes." Her voice was faint, as if she still hadn't comprehended the situation. There was another small pause before, in an almost fierce voice, Rosalie repeated, "Yes."

As soon as she uttered that single word, I felt like I could fly. My baby boy was going to be alright as long as I didn't clue Edward in on this plan until it was too late for him to change it.

"Th-thank you so much," I managed to choke out as a few rapid tears slid down my cheek. "You have no idea what this means to me. But I've got to go before Edward gets back…Thank you," I couldn't help but repeat one last time before clicking the phone off.

Edward returned just a few seconds after the call was done and the phone had been returned to its place. My heart squeezed as I imagined what would have happened if Edward had come just a few minutes earlier. Everything would have been ruined.

* * *

I could barely breathe and I was starting to feel a little nauseous. Not the kind of nauseous I had been getting right before I hurled or anything, just an uncomfortable one.

Edward and I were still on the plane and it was the final few minutes before we landed and were reunited with his family. As soon as that happened, he would know. He would know that I had called Rosalie and made plans behind his back. He would know that I wasn't giving my baby up without a fight. And he would know that there were going to be some rough times ahead. But it would be worth it.

Once I had my baby boy, and he got to hold the cherubic child that we had produced, he would understand, and he would feel no regret over whatever conflicts there had been during the pregnancy.

Knowing what a terrible liar I was, I had remained nearly silent on the plane ride, only saying anything when asked a direct question. The secret was just too vital to risk talking or giving something away with my voice or expression. The only time that my resolve had wavered was when I had been frowning silently out the window, remembering the last few moments at Isle Esme.

Edward had returned just mere seconds after my phone call with Rosalie ended, looking thoroughly distressed though he tried hard to hide it. As soon as he saw my troubled expression he hurried over to me and gave me a tight hug.

"It's going to be fine, Bella. I promise," he had said. I had been unable to meet his eyes, afraid that he would dazzle me. If he did, I'd probably ruin everything with my expression or blurt out something stupid without meaning to.

That, combined with my silence on the plane, had given Edward the wrong impression. He thought that I was mad at him. Frowning in both annoyance and guilt, I let out a long sigh. I should have seen that coming. Edward blamed himself for everything.

I struggled with the temptation to put my hands on both sides of his face and say, "Stop. I'm not mad at you. This has absolutely nothing to do with you. Calm down."

But before I had the chance to say any of the things I wanted to, he took both of my shaking hands and attempted to make me meet his gaze…again. When I stubbornly refused, flushing slightly, he sighed too. "Bella, I'm so sorry. I know that this all my fault and you have every right to be angry with me. And I understand that you're scared, but there's really no need to be. Nothing can hurt you." He gently ran his fingers along my cheek.

I fought the strong urge to groan; he was reassuring me for the wrong thing. I wasn't worried about me at all. It was him. It was the pain that I was going to put him through.

Guilt-ridden, I glared at the seat in front of me. "Edward, please. You haven't done anything wro-." My voice caught in my throat as the speakers above turned on and a woman's cheery voice filled the plane.

"We will begin descending in about four minutes. Please take your seats, store all carry-on items properly, fasten your seatbelts, and prepare for landing."

I took this as an excuse to turn away from him, and I quickly shoved the book that had been sitting open in my lap into the carry-on bag I'd brought with me. Well, attempted to shove anyway. I actually ended up dropping it twice because my book-shoving skills are crap, or maybe my hands were trembling too violently to work properly.

Those last four minutes on the plane went by far faster than I would have liked. It was like a countdown of Edward's last happy moments for a while and it was nearly killing me.

'Maybe he won't take it that badly. Maybe he had a sudden change of heart and gets the importance of the baby now,' I tried to convince myself, repeating those thoughts over and over in my head. Still, I knew him well enough to know that he didn't have a change of heart, would take the news badly, and he still didn't get how much I needed my baby boy.

When we finally did land, I didn't even realize it. I was too busy sitting numbly in my seat, thinking. Poor Edward. Hurting him pained me worse than if I was the one being hurt.

After nearly all the passengers on the plane had left, Edward grasped my hand, kissed it, and then helped me up. Still detached, I grabbed my carry-on and slung it over my shoulder. It was there for a grand total of about two point six seconds before the weight was gone.

I couldn't help but sigh. "Edward, come on. I can carry my own bag. It doesn't exactly weight a whole lot." In response, he looked at me for a few seconds—probably resisting the urge to roll his eyes—before stepping out into the aisle so I could get out ahead of him. Unwillingly, he handed me my bag.

Slowly, I made my way out of the plane and into the airport. Almost immediately, their allure setting them apart from all of the people scurrying around them, I spotted the Cullens. As I did, Edward stiffened next to me. Obviously Rosalie was thinking about our conversation, so there really was no point in trying to hide any more.

I rushed over towards her. When I was still about fifteen feet away from Rose, my bag got caught on one of the nearby chairs and I tripped yet again, nearly tumbling into a businessman that was walking close in front of me. Stupid thing.

Blushing red, I continued forward and ran straight into Rose's outstretched arms, sobbing by the time I got there. I had done it. The plan was set in motion, and now my baby was safe. But why then did I feel like crying tears of pain instead of joy? Edward had reached Rosalie and I, and he looked ready to kill.

As I stared at his face, I forgot how to breathe, how to move, and even how to talk. I could only manage to gaze into my angel's eyes. I bit down on my lip, fighting back the fresh tears that were yet again going to come. There was a large amount of agony in his eyes, but more clearly I could see pure and intense fury. I wasn't sure if it was directed towards me or Rosalie; probably both.

I took a few shaky breaths, before spluttering in a weak voice, "E-Edward…I'm…I'm so sor- ." My voice caught in my throat and I couldn't finish my apology. Nothing would come out.

I was such a horrible and disloyal wife.

"Wait…what?" Emmett asked, looking both annoyed and confused as he scanned all three of our faces. No one answered, so he cleared his throat and demanded in a louder voice, "What's going on?"

I opened my mouth to try to talk to Edward again, but Rosalie beat me to it. "It's her choice! We all know you're overprotective, but your paranoia isn't going to kill an innocent baby." Rose was mad now too.

I turned back towards Edward, planning on pretty much saying the same thing as her, except phrasing it differently, in a kinder way. But I was wordless again when I saw the look that he was giving Rosalie. He was shooting daggers, and if we weren't in such a public place, I wouldn't be surprised if he were to attack her. He even growled.

I closed my eyes, feeling more tears gently trickling down my face. No matter what I did, I ended up hurting someone. I seemed to have that effect on people. Not sure what I was going to say, but needing to say something, anything, I opened my mouth to speak. Once again, someone else beat me to it, but this time it was three voices at once.

"Perhaps this isn't… the best place," Carlisle hinted, indicating the small audience that had gathered, at the same time that Edward had hissed, "Paranoia?! This isn't paranoia!" I had also heard Emmett ask, "But you're not having the baby are you? How can he kill it then?"

It was too much for me; my brain was just too sluggish to follow the multiple conversations that were going on. At that moment, I just needed to lie down before I passed out or something similar.

"Carlisle's right," I began in a quiet voice, almost too low to hear, but each of them went silent and turned towards me. Jeez, my voice sounded hoarse. I tried clearing my throat before going on. "Now's not really the…um….time…" I trailed off near the end because Edward looked ready to attack Rose.

"This is not open for discussion. She's a human! Her body isn't made to handle this." I guessed that Edward was responding to her thoughts. Abruptly, he said, "Jasper, stop it." So Jasper was trying to calm everyone down. I wondered what would have happened if Jasper hadn't been using his gift all along. Based on both Edward and Rosalie's expressions, a fight didn't seem like too much of a stretch.

Rosalie and I both opened our mouths to dispute what Edward had just said, but another voice cut in sharply. "Enough." Alice sounded pissed now too. I wondered if she was with me and Rose or Edward. I frowned, realizing that I'd managed to split his family in half.

Jasper laid a hand on Edward's shoulder, ignoring the furious look that he received when he did. Glancing between the three of us, he said, "Calm down. Bella, Alice and I will take you and Edward in the Volvo. Rose, you and Emmett can go with Carlisle and Esme."

Rose's reaction was immediate. "Of course not! Do you think I'm an idiot?" I heard Edward mutter something malicious under his breath. "Oh, shut up, Edward."

"Fine. You and Edward can ride with Bella and I. Alice and Emmett will go with Esme and Carlisle." Was there anybody who wasn't going to get mad today? Even Jasper was getting annoyed.

"Fine," Rose and Edward said at the same time, glaring at each other.

This was going to be one heck of a car ride.