Eleven

Chapter Eleven - Red, Pink or Blue?
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Jasper
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“BELLA!”

I raced to her side, think that this had to be a nightmare.  This couldn’t be happening.

“Oh god, please baby.”  I muttered dropping to my knees, she was hit right above her right breast.  I went through everything I had ever been taught about gunshot wounds.

She was still breathing, but it was shallow.  Her pulse was still strong so I applied as much pressure as I could.

“CARLISLE!”  I yelled, and he came sliding to a halt beside me.

“Dear lord… Bella.”  He said dropping down.  “Jasper, the paramedics are on the way.”

“There’s so much… blood.”  I whispered. 

“Yes, I’ve informed them of the possibility of Bella being anemic as well.”

I just nodded my head.

“Carlisle…”

“It’s alright, Jasper.  She’s going to be just fine.”  He told me, and if I wasn’t worried about Bella bleeding out all over the floor I might have choked him.

Fine!  She could be bleeding to death.

It could have been hours, days or weeks that I knelt there on the floor, whispering my love for her, waiting for the paramedics to come.

“Jasper?”  I looked up and Emmett was hovering, he had fat tears running down his face but he was fucking furious.

I just shook my head at him.  I couldn’t think about anything right now.

When the paramedics did arrive it was like a zoo, they were frantically shouting something over their radios the only thing I could understand was blood loss.

I was in a state of shock, As I was told later as we arrived at the hospital and I had no memory of getting there.

Bella was whisked away upon arrival and I could not follow.

So I sat, with the rest of the family, my head in my hands as everything came pouring back.

Only Carlisle, Emmett, Alice and Alistair came.  Esme, Rosalie and Garrett stayed with Elaine, Trudy, and Rue.

I realized I was crying when I felt two skinny arms wrap around me.  It was Alice.  She petted my hair and told me to let it out.

It had been eight hours since Bella had been taken and I have yet to hear a word.  I have asked any nurse who walked by if they had any news; they didn’t and I was getting pissed.

The police were here as well asking questions I really didn’t have an answer for.  Carlisle had coached me before hand and let me know that they were in our pocket so to speak, but they still needed general information to go in their final report.

Carlisle did most of the talking.  I had nearly lost my voice over an seven hours ago, when I had spoken with the nurse who needed Bella’s information, and yet again I was asked questions that I had no answers for.

Family illness - Not that I knew of, but hell she didn’t even know her family.

Any health problems? - I explained that we thought she might be anemic and the nurse just nodded her head.  I wanted to snap her fucking neck.

Last minstrel cycle? - I had no idea.  Bella would have had it while I was away.  The only information that I could give was that Bella has always been irregular due to the birth control she takes.

This had gone on nearly a half an hour.

Next was dealing with who the now dead guy was on the floor.

Carlisle said the police ID’d him as Laurent V’loure, who was just realized on Parole from a correctional facility in California for two counts of Murder in the second degree.

Carlisle and I were at a loss as to who he was.  I was told that Alistair was the one who claimed Laurent’s life, as well as shot Edward.

I had to be restrained for a while after that, and I had to write the Wicklow District Hospital a very hefty donation for destruction I caused in the waiting area.

Laurent V'loure

“Mr. O’ Doyle?” 

I stood immediately the rest of the family following.

Alistair walked over to meet him, and they whispered for a good five minutes.  I couldn’t begin to describe some of the faces that Alistair went through, everything from shock, to happiness and back to worry.  It was maddening standing here not knowing what was going on.

“Lad,”  Alistair called.

“Yes.”  I rasped out.

I was so fucking scared.
 
“I need t’ speak wit ye’, but it be up t’ ’ye if ya want t’ do it in private.”  He told me.

I nodded my head.  “Go on, anything you have to say involves them as well.”

Alistair laughed a good hearty one.  “Not everything, me boy.”

I looked at him confused and growing more impatient by the second.

“She’s just fine lad,”   He said with a great big smile.  “The bullet missed all internal organs, but the doc said she’s a gonna be sore for a while, but other than that she’s alright.”

I mirrored the expression.  “She’s alright?”  I breathed.

“I, she is, and so is the baby.”

The world went fuzzy again, like it did on the ambulance ride here, for a second there I could have sworn he said ‘Baby’.

“That’s because I did.”  He said with an even bigger laugh, and I realized I had said that all out loud.

“Baby?”  I was like a fucking parrot all of a sudden.

Baby. Baby. Baby. Baby.

It was running through my head on instant replay.

Baby. Baby. Baby.

“Baby?”  I said dumbly.

Alice squealed and threw herself at me,  “OH MY GOD!  CONGRATULATIONS!”

Emmett and Carlisle clapped me on the back, but my thoughts were still running a hundred miles an hour.

“I need to see her,”  I said quietly and went in search of… well I had no idea where I was going but I search the entire hospital if I had to.

“I, lad, ’ye can’t.”

“The hell I can’t.”  I said still walking.  I was determined to find her.

“She ain’t awake, boy.”  Alistair said, but I just kept walking.

It was Carlisle and Emmett who finally cut me off, and I knew I could fight them off but I would most likely be removed from the hospital if I went that route.

“Bro, why don’t you chill with me for a minute while Carlisle finds out what he can.”  Emmett said as he steered me back to the horribly teal waiting area.

“Do you need anything, bro, shot of whiskey.”  He laughed.

I shook my head and retook my seat.

“So,”  Emmett said more serious,  “You’re gonna be a daddy?”

You couldn’t surgically remove the fucking idiotic smile from my face.

I was gonna be a daddy.  Would it be a boy?  Or a girl?

I really didn’t care.

The only thing that mattered is that Bella was okay and they were both safe.  I laughed as I thought about all the signs that were clearly under all our noses.

I felt like an idiot.

“Mr. Whitlock?”  Was called about an hour later.

“Yes!”  I said excitedly jumping from my seat, and earning some odd stares from the rest of the family, Emmett even giggled.

Like a fucking girl.

I just flipped him off.

“Ms. Swan is awake and asking for you. Now I can only allow two back at a time so,”  I understood before he finished.

“Alistair?”  I asked.

Dr. Grandee

He shook his head, and out of the corner of my eye I could see Emmett about to bounce right through the ceiling.
“Em,”  I said with a chuckle.  “Would you like to come?”

“Hell Yeah!”  he boomed.  One of the nurses had to shush him, and I rolled my eyes.

Can’t take the fucker anywhere.

“One more thing,” The doctor called.  “I have been informed by the police that it is your call on whether Mr. Cullen is to be released into your custody or theirs.”

“Mine?”  I questioned.

He smiled at me and winked, bowing his head in respect.  “Your call, sir.”

“We’ll see to Mr. Cullen’s care.”  I told him a wicked smile blooming on my face.

“Emmett-”

“I’m way ahead of you, bro.”  He said as he went to inform Carlisle of Edward’s situation.

10 minutes later and I was walking through her door.  Bella opened her eyes when I entered and smiled nervously at me.

“Hey,”  I whispered, dropping a kiss to her lips.

“Hey,”  she parroted.

She looked like shit, but she was alive and relatively healthy.

“Have they told you?”  She asked, and you could see the tension on her face.

I nodded.

“I’m so sorry, Jazz.”  She cried.

Huh?

“Sorry for what, baby.”  I asked.  Clearly I had missed something important.

She sniffled.  “I was on birth control I swear, I don’t know how…”

It was all making sense.  But did she really think that I wouldn’t be happy?

“Hold on, blackbird.”  I told her tilting her chin to look at me.  “Do you know how happy I am right now?”

“You’re h-happy?”  She spluttered.

So happy.”  I told her kissing her again.

I heard a gagging noise behind me.

“Ew.  Get a room.”

“Emmett, you’re in my room,”  Bella deadpanned.

“You feeling alright, sissy?”  Emmett asked as he shoved me, rather roughly, to the side as he bent down to kiss Bella’s head.

“I am now.”  She told him with a water smile.

“Hey Bean?”  He asked, and by the look on his face I knew he was about to say something inappropriate or idiotic.

“What, Emmy Bear.”

“You’re gonna have a Beanie-baby.”  He said with a smile, and you would have thought by looking at his face that he had just conquered the world.

I face palmed.

Did I happen to mention that my family is fucking crazy?

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Once Bella was moved to a regular room we got regular visitors, well until I threw everyone out when I saw how tired Bella was.

Two god awful days we spent in that little hell-hole of a hospital room.  It wasn’t until Dr. Grandee was pretty much dragged here by Esme and set as an in house doctor until Bella recovered.

Before Bella was released we were that her anemia was due to an iron deficiency and is common among pregnant women, but the doctor warned us to be careful seeing as excitement seemed to fatigue Bella often and wanted her to come back for more testing in two weeks if we were still in country.

We agreed.

He also gave us a list of do’s and don’ts for dealing with it; eating more greens, ect.  It was only the no Caffeine rule that made me shutter; you couldn’t even talk to Bella in the morning without it.

He also gave us huge bottle of prenatal vitamins and packets of red pills that could choke a horse.

They were Bella’s iron supplements and he expected Bella to take them twice a day.

Was he fucking nuts?

The doc pulled me aside before we left and told me in a whisper that I could slip her a cup or two of coffee every once in a while, saying that his wife developed the same thing and that coffee was detrimental to his survival.

I know he was only trying to make me feel better, but… I didn’t.

God, if Bella was a handful on normal days.

Well… you get the picture.

I was in for a long nine months.

Or eight months.

Whatever.

Our ride home was filled with excitement, Bella couldn’t wait to see her bed again, I couldn’t wait to see her naked in her bed again.

Charlotte Whitloc

And Peter and Charlotte had arrived last night.

My cousin Peter could give Emmett a run for his money in the annoying brother department, and I hoped that used this to annoy the shit out of each other, cause I got news for the both of them, shit ain’t gonna fly around my blackbird right now.

My protective instincts were in high gear and I was nearly as bad as the dog for snapping at anyone who came near us.

I was also happy to get back to pay a visit to Edward who was currently be held down in the basement.

Elaine had been removed from the house, per my suggestion/order that she would be more comfortable in a nice hotel far away from me.

She went without complaint, and funny enough is in like flint with the Denali girls.

Have fun with that.

Emmett was the one to pick us up of course, so of course he would stick a window hanger in Carlisle car that said “Momma on Board”  I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Like I said, my fucking family belongs in the Looney-Bin.

Myself included.

We were welcomed warmly by the entire house when we arrived.  Congratulations and well wishes.  I thought Granny True was gonna pop a lung with how excited she was and you’d think in that moment that I had hung the moon.

I had to laugh when Bella met Peter and Char.

He had no clue who he was dealing with when it came to her.

Peter Whitlock

He found out soon enough and was standing there gaping like a fish when she told him ‘that he was a funny fucker, and that she ate funny fuckers for her afternoon snack’.

Emmett and I were fucking in tears we were laughing so hard.

Bella and I stayed with the family for about an hour before I led her upstairs to take a nap.

She snuggled up with Migg’s who had seemed to become even more protective of her now, and she was out in minutes.

Guess that bed really was magical.

I stayed to see her settled, then went in search of Alistair, Emmett, and Carlisle.

I found them in the study and the first thing out of my mouth was:

“Where the fuck is Edward?”