Let’s Re-Read Breaking Dawn Together! Chapter 7:Unexpected
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Chapter 7: Unexpected
“I absolutely had no experience with pregnancy or babies or any part of that world, but I wasn’t an idiot. I’d seen enough movies and TV shows to know that this wasn’t how it worked. I was only five days late. If I was pregnant, my body wouldn’t even have registered the fact. I would not have morning sickness. I would not have changed my eating or sleeping habits. And I most definitely would not have a small but defined bump sticking out between my hips.”
Bella continues to have her horrible nightmares where the Volturi are trying to murder her baby boy. This time Bella stars in her own dream and is ready to crouch with her teeth exposed and ready to attack the Volturi to save her son. Bella suddenly awakes, hot and sweaty since Edward and his ice cold marble body have disappeared in the middle of the night. She finds a note and begins to read:
Pg. 119-124 I sighed. We’d been here about two weeks now, so I should have been expecting that he would have to leave, but I hadn’t been thinking about time. We seemed to exist out of time here, just drifting along in a perfect state. I wiped the sweat off my forehead. I felt absolutely wide awake, though the clock on the dresser said it was after one. I got up and wandered aimlessly through the dark house, flipping on lights. It felt so big and empty without Edward there. Different. I poked around in the fridge until I found all the ingredients for fried chicken. The popping and sizzling of the chicken in the pan was a nice, homey sound; I felt less nervous while it filled the silence. It smelled so good that I started eating it right out of the pan, burning my tongue in the process. My chewing slowed. Was there something off about the flavor? I checked the meat, and it was white all the way through, but I wondered if it was completely done. I chewed twice. Ugh-definitely bad. I took the whole plate and shook it into the garbage, then opened the windows to chase away the scent. I was abruptly exhausted, but didn’t want to go back to the hot room. So I opened more windows in the TV room and lay on the couch right beneath them. When I opened my eyes again, the sun was halfway up the sky, but it was not the light that woke me. Cool arms were around me, pulling me against him. At the same time, a sudden pain twisted in my stomach, almost like the aftershock of catching a punch in the gut. “Excuse me!” I gasped, struggling to get free of his arms. I streaked for the bathroom with my hand clamped over my mouth. I felt so horrible that I didn’t even care-at first-that he was with me while I crouched over the toilet and was violently sick. “Bella? What’s wrong?” “Damn rancid chicken.” “Are you all right?” “Fine. It’s just food poisoning. You don’t need to see this. Go away.” “Food poisoning?” “Yeah I made some chicken last night. It tasted off so I threw it out. But I ate a few bites first.” He put a cold hand on my forehead. “How do you feel now?” The nausea had passed as suddenly as it had come, and I felt like I did any other morning. “Pretty normal. A little hungry, actually.” He made me wait an hour and keep down a big glass of water before he fried me some eggs. He put on CNN-we’d been so out of touch, world war three could have broken out and we wouldn’t have known-and I lounged drowsily across his lap. I got bored with the news and twisted around to kiss him. Just like this morning, a sharp pain hit my stomach when I moved. I lurched away from him, my hand tight over my mouth. I knew I’d never make it to the bathroom this time, so I ran to the kitchen sink. He held my hair again. “Maybe we should go back to Rio, see a doctor,” he suggested anxiously when I was rinsing my mouth afterward. “I’ll be fine right after I brush my teeth.” I searched through my suitcase for the little first-aid kit Alice had packed for me, full of human things like bandages and painkillers and-my object now-Pepto Bismol. But before I found the Pepto, I happened across something else Alice had packed for me. I picked up the small blue box and stared at it in my hand for a long moment, forgetting everything else. Then I started counting in my head. Once. Twice. Again. The knock startled me; the little box fell back into the suitcase. “Are you well?” Edward asked through the door. “Did you get sick again?” “Yes and no.” “Bella? Can I please come in?” “O…kay?” “What’s wrong?” “How many days has it been since the wedding?” I whispered. “Seventeen. Bella, what is it?” I was counting again. I held up a finger, cautioning him to wait, and mouthed the numbers to myself. “Bella! I’m loosing my mind over here.” So I reached into the suitcase and fumbled around until I found the little blue box of tampons again. I held them up silently. “What? Are you trying to pass this illness off as PMS?” “No, Edward. I’m trying to tell you that my period is five days late.” His facial expression didn’t change. It was like I hadn’t spoken. “I don’t think I have food poisoning. The dreams. Sleeping so much. The crying. All that food. Oh. Oh. Oh.” Edward’s stare seemed glassy, as if he couldn’t see me anymore. Reflexively, almost involuntarily, my hand dropped to my stomach. “Oh!” I squeaked again. I lurched to my feet, slipping out of Edward’s unmoving hands. I yanked the blue fabric out of the way and stared at my stomach. “Impossible.”
Pg. 126-130 I thought of Esme and especially Rosalie. Vampires couldn’t have children. If it were possible, Rosalie would have found a way by now. Except that…well there was a difference. Of course Rosalie could not conceive a child, because she was frozen in the state in which she passed from human to inhuman. Totally unchanging. Rosalie’s body couldn’t change. But mine could. Mine did. I touched the bump on my stomach that had not been there yesterday. Of course, how would anyone know if vampire men could father children, when their partners were not able? What vampire on earth would have the restraint to test the theory with a human woman? Or the inclination? I could think of only one. Everything I saw in the mirror looked completely different, though nothing actually was different. What happened to change everything was that a soft little nudge bumped my hand-from inside by body. In that same moment, Edward’s phone rang, shrill and demanding. Neither of us moved. It rang again and again. I barely noticed when the strange, silent tears started streaming down my cheeks. The phone kept ringing. I wished Edward would answer it-I was having a moment. Probably the biggest of my life. Finally, the annoyance broke through everything else. I got down on my knees next to Edward-I found myself moving more carefully, a thousand times more aware of the way each motion felt-and patted his pockets until I found the phone. “Hi, Alice” “Bella? Bella, are you okay?” “Yeah. Um. Is Carlisle there?” “He is. What’s the problem?” “I’m not…one hundred percent…sure…” “Is Edward all right?” she asked warily. She called Carlisle’s name away from the phone and then demanded, “Why didn’t he pick up the phone?” “I’m not sure.” “Bella, what’s going on? I just saw-“ “What did you see?” There was a silence. “Here’s Carlisle,” she finally said. “Bella, its Carlisle. What’s going on?” “I-“ I wasn’t sure how to answer. Would he laugh at my conclusions, tell me I was crazy? “I’m a little worried about Edward…Can vampires go into shock?” “Has he been harmed?” Carlisle’s voice was suddenly urgent. “No, no just taken by surprise.” “I don’t understand, Bella.” “I think…well, I think that…maybe…I might be pregnant.” As if to back me up, there was another tiny nudge in my abdomen. My hand flew to my stomach. After a long pause, Carlisle’s medical training kicked in. “When was the first day of your last menstrual cycle?” “Sixteen days before the wedding.” “How do you feel?” “Weird. This is going to sound crazy-look, I know its way too early for any of this. Maybe I am crazy. But I’m having bizarre dreams and eating all the time and crying and throwing up and…and…I swear something moved inside me just now.” Edward’s head snapped up. I sighed in relief. Edward held his hand out for the phone, his face white and hard. “Um, I think Edward wants to talk to you.” “Put him on.” He pressed it to his ear. “Is it possible?” he whispered. He listened for a long time, staring blankly at nothing. “And Bella?” he asked. His arm wrapped around me as he spoke, pulling me close into his side. “Yes. Yes, I will.” He pulled the phone away from his ear and pressed the ‘end’ button. Right away, he dialed a new number. “What did Carlisle say?” “He thinks you’re pregnant.” “Who are you calling now?” “The airport. We’re going home.”
Pg. 130-138 *We will finish up this chapter on a very emotional level…here goes. Edward was on the phone for more than and hour without a break. While he argued, he packed. He whirled around the room like an angry tornado, leaving order rather than destruction in his path. When I could no longer bear the violent energy radiating out of him, I quietly left the room. His manic concentration made me sick to my stomach-not like the morning sickness, just uncomfortable. I would wait somewhere else for his mood to pass. I couldn’t talk to this ice, focused Edward who honestly, frightened me a little. Once again, I ended up in the kitchen. Someone nudged me. “I know. I don’t want to go, either.” I stared out the window for a moment longer, but the nudger didn’t respond. Why was Edward so furious? He was the one who had actually wished out loud for a shotgun wedding. I tried to reason through it. Maybe it wasn’t so confusing Edward wanted us to go home right away. He’d want Carlisle to check me out, make sure my assumption was right-though there was absolutely no doubt in my head at this point. Probably they’d want to figure out why I was already so pregnant, with the bump and the nudging and all of that. That wasn’t normal. From that first little touch, this whole world had shifted. Where before there was just one thing I could not live without, now there were two. There was no division-my love was not split between them now; it wasn’t like that. It was more like my heart had grown, swollen up to twice its size in that moment. This child, Edward’s child, was a whole different story. I wanted him like I wanted air to breathe. Not a choice-a necessity. “Bella?” And then he saw that I was crying. “Bella! Are you in pain?” “No, no.” He pulled me against his chest. “Don’t be afraid. We’ll be home in sixteen hours. You’ll be fine. Carlisle will be ready when we get there. We’ll take care of this, and you’ll be fine, you’ll be fine.” “Take care of this? What do you mean?” “We’re going to get that thing out before it can hurt any part of you. Don’t be scared. I won’t let it hurt you.” “That thing?” I gasped. He looked sharply away from me, toward the front door. “Dammit! I forgot Gustavo was due today. I’ll get rid of him and be right back.” I clutched the counter for support. My knees were wobbly. Edward has just called my little nudger a thing. He said Carlisle would get it out. “No,” I whispered. I’d gotten it wrong before. He didn’t care about the baby at all. He wanted to hurt him. What could I do? Would I be able to reason with them? What if I couldn’t? Did this explain Alice’s strange silence on the phone? Is that what she’d seen? Edward and Carlisle killing that pale, perfect child before he could live? “No,” I whispered again my voice stronger. That could not be. I would not allow it. *The next few pages feature Kaure again and she is horrified as she guesses that Bella is indeed preggers. This sends Kaure on the rampage and she and Edward get into a war of words. She walks up to Bella and her belly and says ‘Morte’ meaning death in Portuguese. After that not so happy moment Bella has had enough and begins so get ready to return to Forks. “Where are you going?” His voice a whisper of pain. “To brush my teeth again.” “I packed your toothbrush. I’ll get it for you.” “Are we leaving soon?” “As soon as you’re done.” “I’ll get the bags to the boat.” I whirled and scooped up the phone he’d left on the counter. It was very unlike him to forget things-to forget that Gustavo was coming, to leave his phone lying here. I flipped it open and scrolled through the preprogrammed numbers. I was glad he had the sound turned off, afraid that he would catch me. Would he be at the boat now? Or back already? Would he hear me from the kitchen if I whispered? I found the number I wanted, one I had never called before in my life. I pressed the ‘send’ button and crossed my fingers. “Hello?” the voice like golden wind chimes answered. “Rosalie?” I whispered. “It’s Bella. Please. You have to help me.”
*Whoa talk about freaky! Hey I have a bizarre question. Do you all think Alice kept a very watchful eye on Edward when he and Bella had their first sexual encounter? After all she has to make sure he didn’t kill her right? Although her being a 16 hour plane ride away would do nothing to save Bella, but maybe she would’ve called? Just sayin’. Now this baby nonsense. This is too much for me. Bella is like in her 2nd trimester already! I was sooo freaked out reading this the first time, I don’t think I closed my mouth until the final pages lol. What were your theories and emotions during this chapter and also what do you think Alice saw? *Today is the end of Book One-Bella, on Tuesday we start Book Two-Jacob it will be a nice treat for all the wolf pack/Jacob fans out there since we have been in Cullen overload since the beginning.