XIX. Delia Maisie Cullen.

I was screaming in pain, withering as Edward put me down on Carlisle's examination table. I twisted and turned, begging for the pain to stop. Everyone was scrambling around me. Jacob was crying frantically, Edward and Rosalie gathered supplies to help me and Esme was on the phone with Carlisle.

"Rosalie, pass the morphine," Edward demanded, and Rosalie handed him a syringe before holding me down so that he could inject the morphine into me.

"Carlisle said the placenta must have detached. He's coming as fast as he can, but..." Esme said as she rushed into the room with her phone clutched in her hand, a mortified look on her face.

"We'll have to do it." Rosalie insisted as she grabbed a scalpel and held it out to Edward.

"Rose! Let the morphine spread." He argued as he pushed the scalpel away and turned his attention to me, watching as I cried and whimpered in pain. It was like nothing I had ever felt before.

"There's no time. Ana's dying. They both are." Rosalie argued angrily with Edward and I flinched, her voice ringing in my ears.

I began sobbing as I grabbed onto Edward's shirt, yanking at him. "Get her out now!" I begged desperately.

Jacob rounded the table and came to stand by my head, cupping my cheeks. "Look at me, Ana," he whispered, trying to distract me as best as he could.

Rosalie lifted my shirt, pulling it to the top of my bump, pressing the scalpel to my lower stomach. "Rosalie, don't!" Edward screamed at her as he shoved her hand away. "Esme, get her out of here!" he demanded.

"No! Rosalie!" I pleaded as I shook my head, pulling away from Jacob as I reached for Rosalie.

She stayed, holding onto my hand as my body grew a little more still. Edward took the scalpel from Rosalie when he saw the morphine had begun to set in. I could barely feel him cut into me, but I could see Esme leave the room and both Rosalie and Jacob turned their heads away.

I couldn't feel the pain anymore, it was just a dull sting. But silent tears were running down my cheeks as my eyes began to flutter. I felt so damn tired. Exhausted. Jacob noticed and patted my cheek and my dull eyes met his gaze. "Stay, Ana. Stay focused. Keep your heart beating." he begged and I slowly nodded my head.

"Okay," Edward mumbled softly as he continued working on getting the baby out of me. I couldn't feel him pull the baby out, but I saw as he lifted the bloody and squealing newborn. "Hey. Hey, hey." he cooed as the baby began wailing. "It's Delia," he said softly as his eyes flicked to me.

"I knew it," I whispered, giving a weak smile as Edward laid her on my chest. I met her gaze, and I could have sworn my heart rushed with a love I had never known. "You're beautiful. Delia Maisie Cullen. I love you." I whispered, my words drawled out in a slur as my eyes began to flutter.

"Ana?" Jacob questioned as my eyes closed and my body went still. "Ana? Ana!" He cried out as he grabbed my shoulders and shook me, but my body was limp.

Edward took Delia off my chest and held her towards Jacob as she began crying. "Jacob, take the baby." he pleaded frantically.

"Keep that away from me!" Jacob yelled as hot angry tears streamed down his cheeks.

Rosalie brushed my hair out of my face, patting my cheek softly to try and wake me. Her brows were furrowed as she frantically looked around and then her eyes landed on Delia. She remembered the promise she had made to me. "Edward. I'll take her." She insisted as she held her hands out but Edward looked hesitant. "I promise I'm okay. Let me."

Edward handed Delia to Rosalie and she wrapped the baby in a cloth before leaving the room to clean her. Edward rushed to a table and yanked open the table, pulling out another syringe that and a golden colored liquid inside.

"What is that?" Jacob questioned in confusion as his eyebrows furrowed, tears still streaming down my face.

"It's my venom," Edward replied as he injected the venom straight into my heart. "You're okay. Come on," he assured as he brushed his hand across my face. They waited a second but I was unmoving, my body eerily still. "It's supposed to be working," Edward whispered.

Jacob's face fell in realization and more tears began streaming down his face. "Oh, my God." he cried softly as he shook his head. He turned to Edward, glaring furiously. "I won't kill you. That'd be too easy. You deserve to live with this." he spat before storming out.

"You're not dead. You're not dead." Edward told me as he frantically shook his head. He placed his fingers against my neck searching for a pulse, but he couldn't find one. "Come on!" he begged before grabbing onto my wrist and biting into me. "No, it will work. It will work," he assured, biting me on two more places before reaching out to cradle my face in his hand. "Please, please, please, please. Come back to me, please, baby. Ana, please, please." he begged desperately. "Anastasia, please!" he begged, his heart breaking painfully.

But there was nothing, and there remained nothing.

There was a sharp and excruciating pain coursing through my body. If I could move, or even talk, I'd beg for it to stop, for someone to just stop it. But with every passing second the pain grew less and less. There was a thick cloud in my head, making everything feel hazy. It felt like I was drifting into a black abyss. I could no longer hear, smell, or feel anything around me.

And as this black abyss surrounding me grew stronger, memories and thoughts began flashing through my mind. It felt like I was an outsider, looking in, seeing everything happen from afar.

The first one was a memory of many years ago. I was eight years old. It was a sunny day, and the street in front of our house was quiet. I was on a pink princess bicycle that had streamers on the handlebars.

I squealed excitedly as I road down the quiet street. "Daddy look!" I called out, giving my father a grin, three of my teeth missing.

A man tall man, with a bit of a beer belly and short brown hair, a color similar to my own, stood watching me, a proud smile on his face. "I see you, sweetheart," he assured as he nodded his head.

"I'm riding all on my own," I told him excitedly as I turned my bicycle and rode towards him.

"I told you, you'd get the hang of it." My dad called out as I whirled past him on my little pink bicycle. He continued to smile proudly.

At the age of ten, he flashed me that same proud smile again. I was wearing a pink tutu and leotard, my hair pulled back into a tight bun. "Mommy, daddy!" I called out as I came running off the stage, pushing past everyone as I went to my parents. "Did you see me dance?"

"We did sweetheart." My mother called out as she caught me in a hug, her smile bright and proud.

"You looked beautiful up there." My father told me, just as proud as my mother as he patted my head.

And then I was in my mother's car, driving to a new home I was so sure I would loathe. My mother reached out to me from the driver's side, placing a gentle hand on my thigh. "This is going to be good, Ana." She assured softly as her gaze remained on the quiet stretch of road ahead of her. She patted my thigh before her hand returned to the steering wheel, and she shot me another glance.

And then I was back in my biology classroom, sitting beside him. Back then I had no idea I would marry the strange kid from biology.

I could feel his eyes on me, but I didn't allow my gaze to drift toward him. It was a difficult task. Edward crossed his arms over the table. "Hello." He greeted, his voice soft. That was the first time I heard his voice. It sounded smooth and warm.

I stared ahead of me before slowly turning towards him. "Oh, he speaks," I muttered as I quirked an eyebrow.

The smallest smile tugged at Edward's lips. He was more amused than offended by my slight attitude towards him. "I didn't have a chance to introduce myself last week." He spoke again, his voice remaining soft. " My name is Edward Cullen." He introduced me, although I already knew.

And now I knew more. Edward Cullen, my husband and the father of my child. The love of my life and my soulmate.