It had been a small while since Bella and Edward left for their honeymoon. I bustled around the cottage Esme renovated for the newlyweds, adding another pile of clothes to the wardrobe, organizing a pillow here and there.

I looked around and let out a sigh of satisfication. It would be perfect. I skipped back to the house, where the rest of the family were waiting. "Another clothing delivery? Seriously, Alice. It'll take more than a year for her to just find an outfit!" Emmett teased, ruffling my hair in a way he knew I didn't like. I stuck out my bottom lip in a pout and rolled my eyes.

"Really Emmett, stop picking on your sister!" Esme chided, and I shot him a smug grin. It was his turn to roll his eyes. I ignored him and looked for the future, wanting to see how Edward and Bella were getting on. I flipped past many futures, pleased that Bella's dress sense was finally beginning to improve and enjoying the bright colours compared to Forks' rather dreary landscape. Then I stopped.

The next vision showed Bella in front of a mirror, as if she was smoothing down her shirt. I thought nothing much about it and I was about to look further when the vision began blurring at the edges and soon the background was a weird hazy smoke, the normally clear Bella looking strangely fuzzy. A jolt of panic ran through me. This had never, never happened before. I tried again and it was the same, if not even cloudier. I dashed upstairs, whipped out my phone and immediately dialed Edward's number, leaving my open-mouthed family downstairs. After a long time, someone answered the phone, and I relaxed a little.

"Hi, Alice," Bella said, her voice sounding strangely thick.

"Bella? Bella, are you okay?" I say, trying to keep the desperate tone out of my voice. It was no use, really.

"Yeah. Um. Is Carlisle there?"

Carlisle? What could Bella possibly want him for? I wondered as I said the words, "He is. What's the problem?"

"I'm not... one hundred percent... sure..." she answered uncertainly.

"Is Edward alright?" I asked, wariness evident in my tone. I quickly turned my face away from the phone. "Carlisle!" I cried, and I heard his footsteps approaching. "Why didn't he pick up the phone?" I added.

"I'm not sure." she answered. This conversation was beginning to get a little frustrating.

"Bella, what's going on? I just saw-" I broke off. Even I wasn't so sure what I had seen yet, so best to not worry her. Carlisle's footsteps got louder. "Here's Carlisle," I said, and handed the phone to Carlisle. I hung around in the background, listening to the main parts of the conversation with Jasper, who had just arrived. While listening, I kept on trying to see Bella's future, but try as I might, they were always different scenes, but they were just as blurred as the other one. I was suddenly aware of a dull pounding in my head. Strange...

Just as I came back into the present, I heard Bella's voice coming from the phone speakers. "I think... well, I think that... maybe... I might be..." there was a small pause. "Pregnant."