Once Bella had found out she was pregnant, it had been the best day of both her’s and Edward’s life. Until the day that she was supposed to deliver— and they found out she could die before the birth even happened.

Carlisle had wanted Bella to choose wisely, between Edward or the baby. And no matter how much Bella had admitted to loving Edward, she wanted herself to die and deliver the baby as much as she could rather than not at all, which caused Edward to lose himself.

Edward: “this was your choice, Bella. You decided this in your own, so you can go through it on your own too.”

As he left Bella with Carlisle in the delivery chamber of the house, he needed to clear his head, but at the same time, there were werewolves around. And he couldn’t be bothered to deal with them as well as the situation at hand. His mind was a mess.

His solace was interrupted by the sound of footsteps through the woods, obviously approach him. He could tell, he could hear the footsteps from however far away they were. And for some reason, he knew exactly who it was.

And he wasn’t frustrated.

He could never be frustrated at you.