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On Isle Esme, months before
Basking in the afterglow, Bella and Edward laid together on their trashed bed.
“Being with me, are you going to miss being a mother?” Edward asked, stroking her hair.
“You mean you can’t make me pregnant?”
“No! That’s crazy. All my bodily fluids were replaced by venom. Maybe venom can make people vampires unless it gets in their uterus and then it makes them pregnant? That’s stupid.”
“You’re right. If our lives were a book, the author would have to basically not explain it to make that work.”
“Let’s hope she wouldn’t make it a big part of the book, or it would feel really awkward. And she might have to get into some very creepy abortion, wife-sharing business.”
“And maybe the heroine would vomit a fountain of blood. Never wanted to read that! Or see that in the inevitable movie. Anyway, I’ve never been very maternal and I really doubt I’ll feel bad not being a mother. Maybe we can make little vampire babies.”
“NO THAT’S SO BAD.”
“Really? You’ve never brought that up at all.”
“I know, that’s bad planning. Unlike Renée and Esme, and Carlisle and Charlie having such similar names. That was GREAT planning.”
“What?”
“Actually, immortal children really screwed up Tanya and her sisters.”
“Really? You never mentioned that either. But I guess I’ve always known it was a big deal.”
“Bella, I don’t know. Maybe there are no more interesting things for us to do if we don’t have a baby.”
“Whoa, yeah. Children-less lives are so unfulfilling.”
The crickets were loud through the open window. The mood could have been fixed with more lovemaking, but alas, Edward was too guilty.