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Can't you see that I'm worried about you, Bella?

[It's not just Alice who is worried; everyone's worried, and it shows. Edward and Rosalie have been at each other's throats from the moment the plane landed in Seattle and everyone is tense. Even deaf and blind, you'd still feel the tension — thick, palpable — in the air.]

You already know I've made up my mind, Alice. I know you're worried about me. I know all of you are worried about me, but... I've made up my mind.

And what if this ... thing kills you?

[It only takes one little, seemingly insignificant word and Rosalie is up out of her seat in an instant before a frail hand reaches out and stops her, silently urging her to just let it go.]

It's... the baby isn't going to kill me. I'm going to make it through this. Alice, you have to just believe that I can make it through this.

( alice sat there calmly as she looks from bella to rose. there is something in her dark eyes but she looks away. her chest falling in a sigh. ) Do you realize how hard this is for me? To watch that thing slowly kill you and have no idea of the outcome? Just think about how this choice will effect us all. You're my sister, Bella, I'm going to always be in opposition to anything that will harm you in any way besides changing you.

I know this is hard. I know it's hard for all of you, and that makes it harder for me. I hate how it's divided and separated you all. I hate the way that Edward can barely look at me and how he speaks of our child like he's some monster when he's nothing short of a miracle.

... he's a miracle, Alice. I'd suffer this a thousand times.

( what? caught red handed scuffling through aunt rosalie's pair of heels in the midst of playing dress up? no way! she also isn't wearing esmee's jewlry or alice's dress. it's...terribly mismatched, but it's still cute. for now. as to what you're speaking about, bella, is probably putting lipstick on a sleeping charlie's face. all over his face, actually, nbd. )

[Bella lingers in the hallway for a moment longer, letting out a heavy sigh.] You know, you're really lucky you're so cute. I'm almost positive that you're the only one who could get away with this, and I'm certain it's because you're so cute.

[... and taking the lipstick away, now.] Should we take a picture before he wakes up?

( she looks like a deer in headlights with the bag of blood caught between her teeth. )

Renesmee. [Not quite scolding, but definitely a warning.] Baby, what has daddy said about you learning to hunt?

( slowly she pulls the bag out of her mouth (making sure to take a few big sucks) and sets it down on the counter. ) ...That I should try, but I don't like it.

[Bella just frowns. The whole issue is a war between 'the need to coddle' and 'the need to be practical,' really. Nessie is growing up so fast, it's almost impossible to fight the urge to baby her as much as possible but hunting is essential.] ... and why is that?

It isn't nice to bite people. ( her bottom lip is trembling some. )

As much as I'd like to agree with you here, I'm almost certain the bunny rabbits are used to being hunted for one reason or another. They're good at keeping their population up, too. [The trembling lip is definitely getting to her. Bella reaches out, very carefully pulling Nessie into her arms.] Don't worry, baby. Once you get a hang of it, it'll be easy.

But, the blood doesn't feel anything. ( she leans into bella and buries her face in her hair. )

[There's a distinct difference between the way Bella handles Nessie, and the way the rest of the family handles her. Bella is cautious, careful at all times, and not quite used to her new body. True, Nessie isn't quite as fragile as a human, but it doesn't stop Bella from worrying.

Her movements are careful. Cautious.]

That's not entirely true; the blood came from somewhere, didn't it?