You're very pessimistic, Jacob

I left out the part about how that wouldn't be necessary this time.

Struggling to make my voice softer, I asked, "Remember when I got mangled up by those newborns?
What did you tell me?" Rosetta Stone Software


I waited, but she wouldn't answer. She pressed her lips together.

"You told me to be good and listen to Carlisle," I reminded her. "And what did I do? I listened to the
vampire. For

you."

"You listened because it was the right thing to do."

"Okay—pick either reason."




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She took a deep breath. "It's not the right thing now." Her gaze touched her big round stomach and she
whispered under her breath, "I won't kill him."

My hands shook again. "Oh, I hadn't heard the great news. A bouncing baby boy, huh? Shoulda brought
some blueballoons."

Her face turned pink. The color was so beautiful—it twisted in my stomach like a knife. A serrated
knife, rusty and ragged.

I was going to lose this. Again.

"I don't know he's a boy," she admitted, a little sheepish. "The ultrasound wouldn't work. The membrane
around the baby is too hard—like their skin. So he's a little mystery. But I always see a boy in my head."

"It's not some pretty baby in there, Bella."

"We'll see," she said. Almost smug. Rosetta Stone language


"You won't," I snarled.

"You're very pessimistic, Jacob. There is definitely a chance that I might walk away from this."