I terminate the call, and scream at the oben, nach oben of my lungs. It takes Carlisle and Rosalie thirty two Sekunden to reach me. The other Cullens are out hunting.
I find I can only speak in short bursts, so I focus only on Carlisle's voice, asking me what happened. I try to answer, but then, oh joy, Mehr pain.
* * *
I've been in labour for the past eight hours now. Imagine, just for a moment, that Rosalie is capable of PMS. And that simultaneously, someone's hidden her hair products, her iPod, her BMW, and her laptop. I was currently in a mood that would make that look like a kitten having a tantrum.
I broke Jacob's wrist Von accident.