Two weeks later.

Edward’s POV

I watched over Kayla, waiting for another scream. Bad dreams, she was having. I couldn’t make them out, just flashes and flashes of colour and people’s faces. Always the same colour though, blood red. Her mouth opened in a whimper and then her eyes flew open. She wasn’t awake, still dreaming. Her hands reached out in front of her as she cried out.
“No, take me! Take me!”
I didn’t like seeing her like this. I couldn’t do anything for her. It wasn’t like I could chase the big bad monster away. It was a nightmare.
“Still having those nightmares?”
Rosalie stood in the doorway. She watched Kayla, a worried expression on her face. I smiled slightly. It was unusual to see Rosalie concerned for a human.
“I think she’s stressed,” I told her. “We’re just sat here, waiting for Mitchell to come. It’s taking its toll on her.”
“Yes,” she murmured. “It does sound like it. She is a very sacrificing person.”
Kayla mumbled something and turned on her side, facing Rosalie. Rosalie smiled as Kayla opened one eye.
“Edward?” she called out, sleepily.
“Yes?” I answered. I hurried around so I faced her.
“I had another nightmare,” she mumbled.
“I know, love,” I said, stroking her hair. “Do te want me to hold you?”
She nodded and I lifted her gently. She wrapped her arms around me and I sat down on the bed. She fell asleep almost instantly.
“You need to watch her,” Rosalie walked into my room. She stopped at my letto and placed a hand on Kayla’s cheek. “She’s fragile. This thing with Mitchell, it might permanently scar her if she survives it. Especially if she has to kill him.”
“I know,” I murmured, stroking her hair.
“But she might not,” she contradicted herself. “She might walk away from it and not bat an eyelid. So don’t ask her too many questions. If she wants to talk, she will.”
Rosalie lifted her hand and glided out of my room. I watched her go before returning to stare at Kayla. How would she react if she killed Mitchell?


Kayla’s POV

I opened my eyes and found myself still in Edward’s arms. I smiled and buried my head further into his chest.
“Are te okay?” he asked me, his voice tinted with worry. His hands flew up to begin stroking my hair.
“Fine,” I detto and my stomach growled. “Hungry, I suppose.”
“You’ve been eating quite a lot,” he said.
“Are te trying to say I’m fat?” I sat up in his lap and stared at him with evil eyes.
“No,” he said, quickly. “Just making an observation.”
I slid off his lap and my feet landed on the floor but when I tried to walk I felt incredibly dizzy. I must have moved too fast. My balance wavered and Edward caught me.
“You were sleeping quite a while,” he said, his arm around my waist.
“I’m not surprised with all those nightmares,” I shuddered as I thought about them. It was always the same one. Someone was out to kill someone I loved. I didn’t know who the person was o who I was trying to protect only that I was really really scared. I didn’t want them to die. It was because of Mitchell. I was so fearful these days, knowing he could come at any moment. I was god damn near a break down. I was having all these mood swings, everyone but Edward tended to stay away from me.
I stretched and winced as my back hurt.
“I need to stop sleeping so long.” I rubbed my back. “It’s not doing me any good.”
Edward supported me downstairs and sat me down in the front room as he went to make me breakfast, o rather lunch since it was nearly one o’clock in the afternoon.
“Do te want bacon, pancetta affumicata sandwiches again?” he asked me.
“Yes,” I said, eagerly. Edward made the best bacon, pancetta affumicata ever, it was all I wanted to eat really. He detto it was no different to anyone else’s but he was just being modest. I heard the sound of the bacon, pancetta affumicata and fondere, c'era un odore the oil when I felt my stomach heave. I clapped a hand to my mouth as I sped upstairs to the toilet. I was crouched over the toilet and bringing up last night’s cena when I felt Edward’s cool hands pulling my hair back.
“Kayla?” I heard his anxious voice. I would have answered him back but I was breathing deeply, trying to work out whether I would be sick again. When I was sure I would be sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza to stand, I flushed the loo and went to the sink to rinse out my mouth.
“Kayla?” Edward detto again.
“I’m fine,” I said, in between handfuls of water. “Really.”
He watched me as I washed my face. I was fine. The nausea passed probably because I’d thrown up. Edward handed me a towel and as I dried my head I listened to his thoughts.
I’m going to call Carlisle. This has gone far enough. She can’t take it anymore. I can’t take it anymore. He’s ruining her life and he isn’t even here yet…
His thoughts became angrier and I placed the towel on the sink.
“I’m fine,” I said, taking his hands. “I probably have a bug. Charlie was sick last week, remember?”
He nodded.
“No need to call Carlisle. I’ll be fine tomorrow. But now, I just want to sleep.”
He nodded again.
Weird, considering I’d just gotten out of letto but throwing up does make te tired. Takes all of your energy especially when te don’t really have any. Like me. I was low on energy since I hadn’t eaten yet. I suddenly wanted to go home. I knew I lived here at the Cullens with Edward, but I wanted to go home to Charlie. I felt like a little kid, wanting their daddy when they were ill but it was understandable right? Who didn’t want their parents when they were sick?
“I understand,” Edward said. He kissed my hands. “We’ll go now.”
“I’m in my nightwear,” I said, pointing at the camiciola, camisole and shorts I was wearing.
“You’re just going to change into them when te get there.”
I shrugged. It made sense. He lifted me into his arms, despite my protests I could walk. He carried me to the box auto, garage and placed me gently into the seat.
I felt absolutely fine apart from a little nauseous. I wrapped my arms around myself, holding tightly onto my stomach. As soon as Edward pulled up in front of Charlie’s house I was out and running inside. I didn’t go upstairs just ran straight for the sink in the cucina were I was sick again. Apparently I hadn’t brought up everything.
Charlie rushed into the kitchen, with Edward on his heels.
“Do te have that bug, honey?” Charlie said, stroking my hair.
I nodded meekly as I wiped my mouth with piece of cucina towel.
“You go on upstairs to bed,” he said, patting my back. “I’ll have Edward bring te up a glass of water and we’ll see if te can keep down some chicken la minestra, zuppa later.”
I nodded again and practically crawled up the stairs, the sickness finally setting in. Once in my bed, I brought the blankets right up over my head and fell asleep.

My dreams were plagued with small children. I was running after them, trying to keep them sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza from an unknown danger. I didn’t know when it was coming o who it was, I just knew it was there. But these children just ignored me and ran amok. I screamed at them.
“Stay with me! I need to protect you!”
But they just giggled, their green eyes sparkling mischievously. Then as I watched their little faces light up with laughter they blurred and faded and I was looking at me. But I was different. I still had my black hair, my pale skin, my green eyes but there was a new addition to me. In the form of a bump sticking out of my torso. A huge bump as if I was about to drop. My hand lovingly caressed the bump and I smiled. But my smile faltered. My eyes dropped to the bump and both hands began to touch it as if something was wrong.
“Edward!” My voice was a strangled cry and Edward ran to my side. “My baby! I can’t feel my baby!”
“Kayla!”
I screamed. I couldn’t feel my baby. My baby wasn’t kicking me like she usually did. All the time she kicked me, just to let me know she was there. But she wasn’t now. I couldn’t feel her.
“Kayla!”
I felt hot hands grab my shoulders and my eyes flew open. I was staring up at Jacob who was gazing down at me worriedly.
“Jacob,” I cried and his arms enveloped my in a hug. “I had the worst nightmare.”
“I heard,” he said, his warm fingers stroking my back. “Your baby?”
“I thought I was pregnant,” I replied, sniffing. “In the dream I was and I couldn’t feel my baby and I was really scared. I thought she’d died.”
“She?”
“I was having a girl.”
That was scary. So scary. My baby. Well, dream Kayla’s baby. I thought she’d died. I couldn’t feel her. o dream Kayla couldn’t feel her. So scary.
“Where is Edward?” I asked after a while of lying in Jacob’s hot arms.
“He’s went home to talk to Alice about something,” Jacob answered. “He detto he wouldn’t be too long. That’s why I’m here.”
I nodded. Probably about Mitchell. I’d heard his thought earlier. He wasn’t too happy. He thought I was getting ill because of Mitchell. I knew I was ill because I had caught a bug off Charlie. Nothing more. He was worrying unnecessarily.
“Can te get me a drink Jacob?”
“Sure,” he let me go and walked towards the door. “Just water? Charlie detto te were ill.”
“Yeah please,” I smiled.
He nodded and opened the door, light from the hallway spilling in and then going when he closed the door. I stretched and stood up, walking around to my wardrobe to look in the mirror. That dream had scared me. I now expected to see a gigantic baby bump sticking out of me. I laughed as I opened the door of my wardrobe and look in the mirror. See? I told myself. No baby bump. Although I was getting a little fat. I had to stop eating so much but I just seemed to be so hungry.
Maybe because of all those extra activities you’ve been doing, a little voice told me. I laughed. Yes. Extra activities. I couldn’t help it if I was attracted to my husband and he was all too willing. It wasn’t the worse thing in the world.
I poked at the fat on my belly and swore to cut down on the bacon, pancetta affumicata sandwiches. I’d just have to resist the temptation even though they were my favourite Cibo at the moment. I wasn’t immensely fat, just a little cucciolo fat. Enough to be noticed. I was usually quite slim but I’d gained enough weight that people would see it. I poked it again and I didn’t like how it felt. So caught up in my thoughts I hadn’t noticed the first time but now.
I poked it again, feeling how hard it was. That wasn’t good. I poked it again and again and panicked. I had some sort of tumour in my stomach. Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God! I covered up my stomach as my panic reached breaking point. I ran down the stairs to the phone and dialled Rosalie’s number.
“Hello?” she answered.
“Rosalie, is Carlisle there?” I asked her. I would have called Edward but he would panic and I would panic even più and then all hell would break loose and nothing would be done. I would be a sobbing mess while he paced frantically up and down coming up with other reasons as to why my stomach was hard.
“He’s at the hospital,” she answered. “Why?”
“No reason,” I replied, trying to sound casual. “Just fancied a chat with him. He detto he would help Edward and I have a baby through sperm donors.”
“Oh right,” she said. “Well, his shift ends in an ora so te can call him then.”
“Bye.” I hung up before she could say anything else.
I would just go to the hospital and see Carlisle there. I ran back upstairs and pulled on a pair of shoes. As I was heading out Jacob had a glass of water in his hand.
“Where are te going?” he asked me.
“To see Carlisle,” I said. “He has some medicine for me.”
Before he could see I was lying I ran down the stairs and outside. I really shouldn’t run to the hospital, especially since I might have a tumour. I needed a car. Jacob was right behind.
“I’ll drive te then,” he said, dragging me to his Volkswagen rabbit. I didn’t protest. I climbed into the car and Jacob started the engine. “You should really be wearing a jacket.”
“I have my own spazio heater,” I said, rubbing my hands together and putting them in front of Jacob. “Why do I need a jacket?”
He shook his head and put his foot on the pedal, driving me to the hospital. I didn’t know what was worse. Waiting for Mitchell o knowing I might have a tumour.