Hi All! This is my first Fanfic ever. Twilight or not. I love reviews, and constructive critiscim is great! Standard disclamiers apply. I own nothing, not a perfect hair on Edward's perfect head. Sunrise takes place after Twilight, so it's like New Moon and Eclipse never happened. Thanks for reading!

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Even after all these months, I still wasn't used to his perfection. We were sitting on his couch, in front of the T.V. I was so absorbed in his liquid amber eyes, that I couldn't even hear whatever was on. I was completely content to just stare into his eyes, that I didn't realize how much time was passing. It was only Emmett stomping into the room and scoffing loudly. "You guys are SO cheesy! And Bella, your curfew's in 10 minutes."

"Crap." I said under my breath. There was no way I could get home in time. I took my old truck to the Cullen's, and I was afraid that if the engine was pushed past 60 one more time, it might explode.

"I'll give you a ride." Edward murmured to me.

"What would I do with my truck?"

"Never mind. We'll just have Esme call Charlie." He called Esme down to the room and had her call Charlie.

"Hi Charlie, this is Esme, Edward's mother. Well, I just wanted to call and tell you that we took Bella out to dinner tonight, we took the entire family. See, its Carlisle's birthday, and we hadn't been to the city in a while, so we drove to Port Angles. There's this cute little Mexican restaurant called Torrero's. The waiter heard as talking, and before we knew it, they were singing to him, and giving us all free dessert. We just lost track of time. Anyway, I just hope Bella won't be in too much trouble." I could practically hear Charlie melting, reacting to the sound of her glorious, and more importantly, utterly believable voice.

"Oh, thank you so much. I'll be sure to tell Carlisle you said so." She hung up the phone. "Well Bella, I just bought you half an hour."

She was gone before I had a chance to thank her. I sunk back into the couch. It turned out that we were watching 30 Minute Meals.

"Ugh. Change it, please, I can't stand Rachael Ray." Edward smirked and changed it to CNN. I just spent the rest of my time curled up against his side.

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I opened up the door and found Charlie asleep in the Lazy Boy. The sound on the T.V. was booming, but I could barely hear it over Charlie's rumbling snores. I prodded at him for a moment, trying to get him to wake up, but I did not succeed. Giving up, I turned off the T.V. Not altogether surprisingly, that woke him up.

"Hey, I was watching that." He said groggily.

"No, you weren't. You were sleeping. Now go to bed before you hurt your neck." I still hadn't gotten over my role of being the parent. He obeyed, and went to bed, but grumbling all the way.

When I had gotten out of the shower, I went into my room to find Edward sprawled out on my bed. He sat up at my entrance, and opened his arms, welcoming me to sit on his lap. I eagerly went to sit on him. I would be so content to just sit there, for all eternity. To spend forever with him, by him… It was my idea of heaven.

I sat there, just imagining it. Edward, sitting next to me. Only, I was different. I was gorgeous. And pale, with amber eyes, exactly like my soul mate's. I was so deep in thought, I didn't realize that Edward was becoming restless, like he knew that I was thinking, but had no idea what I was thinking about.

"Bella, please tell me what you're thinking. It still drives me crazy, not knowing." He pleaded with me. I was reluctant to tell him. He hates to know that my deepest desire is to officially become one of the Cullens.

"I want to spend forever with you. I don't want to have to leave you. Ever. Whether it's tomorrow or 60 years from now." I felt his muscles tense at my words.

"Please tell me why you won't keep me. Why you won't change me. It's what I want, and I know that some part of you wants it too." I couldn't look at his face. His eyes would be either furious or pained, I knew that much. I was almost in tears with my desperation for answers. It was hard to hold them back and keep all the emotion from spilling into my voice.

"I won't do that to you. I will not condemn you to a world of nothing but darkness and thirst." His voice was jagged with emotion too, though he was trying to hide it from me. Did he still not understand? Was he still oblivious to the fact that I would do anything for him? That an eternity of darkness and yearning for blood was nothing as long as he was by my side?

"Edward, I don't care about that stuff, as long as I have you."

"You don't know what it's like. I would give anything to become human for you, so that you wouldn't have to give up your life, your humanity." His voice was so filled with desperation, and he was all but pleading with me to stop wanting to become a vampire. Yeah, like that was ever gong to happen.

"I'm not having this conversation with you again. You're not going to change, and that is the end of it." The velvet voice had turned hard and final, telling me loud and clear that he was not going to be persuaded tonight.

"If you think that I'm giving up, you don't know me very well."

"I know you well enough to know that if you don't go to bed soon you will crabby in the morning." And with no further ado, he lifted me with one arm and tucked me under my comforter. "Goodnight, my Bella, I love you." He started humming my lullaby and I felt my eyes drifting closed.

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The bell signaling the end of the school day rang throughout the miniscule campus. Edward picked up my book bag and flung it over his shoulder. He freed his hand so I could hold it. We walked over his silver Volvo, and waited for Alice to make her way to us. In a matter of seconds she was in sight, and much too soon to be normal, she was sliding into the backseat.

"Bella, must you always wear that sweater?" She nagged. Alice was a perfect girlfriend, she was good for almost anything girly, and had the unlimited funds to supply a shopping spree more often than needed, not to mention a spa trip almost every weekend. Not that I ever let her do stuff like that for me.

"I know for a fact that you have at least two others that would match the shirt you're wearing, because I bought them for you. Honestly, what would you do without me?"

"I dunno, maybe not develop a complex over my looks." I teased. She smiled and leaned forward to turn up the volume on the Coldplay CD that was on, and started singing to it, her melodic voice winding through the notes, an octave higher than the singer's.

I didn't bother to call Charlie anymore to tell him that I was at Edwards's house. It was expected. However what was not expected was for the silver cell phone in Edward's pocket to start ringing just as we pulled up to the driveway to his house. What was even more unexpected was Charlie's voice to come out of the receiver once Edward had picked it up.

"Bella?" Charlie asked after Edward had handed the phone over to me.

"Yeah Dad, It's me." His urgent voice had me worried. Charlie never used the phone, let alone to call Edward's cell.

"Renee has been calling non-stop, and leaving message after message, begging for you to pick up. It sounds like an emergency. You had better call her."

"Mom has? But I talked to her a couple days ago." I usually talked to her about once a week, and E-mailed her every few days.

"I don't know what it was about, but it sounded pretty important."

"Okay, thanks Dad." I said before hanging up. Edward turned to me, his brow furrowed, worried.

"Is everything okay?" He said.

"I really don't know." I replied after he had opened my door for me and helped me out. After we had gotten situated inside the living room, I opened up the phone and dialed the number of my old home.

"Hello?" My mother's familiar voice greeted. I noticed that it sounded different, like she had been crying, but not sobbing. It also sounded unbelievably happy, and immeasurably excited.

"Hey Mom," I breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't sound like she had broken any bones or been otherwise injured.

"Bella! Oh my goodness, you will never believe the news!" She was now talking quickly and her voice was getting higher with each passing syllable. I could hear her grin in her voice.

"Okay, so I've been feeling kinda sick lately,"

Why in the world would her being sick make her excited like this?

"After it didn't go away for a few weeks, I went to a doctor. He ran a few tests, and guess what?" If she didn't calm down only chinchillas would be able to hear her.

"I'm pregnant!" She shrieked. She then started giggling uncontrollably.

After a few minutes of silence on my part and laughter on hers, she calmed down.

"Bella? Bella, honey, are you there?" I cleared my throat. I had gone hoarse.

"Yeah, Mom I'm…I'm here."

"Isn't this great news? Given, a little unexpected, but…great nonetheless…right?" I could hear her cheeriness falter, and fade.

"Mom…Is right now really a great time? I mean, I'm not there to help…"

"What are you implying, Isabella?" Her voice was now completely devoid of any happiness, and had grown cold. Her using my full name was never a good sign. "That I won't be able to do it without your help? Because I've done it once before. Or have you just forgotten that I raised you. Anyway, I just thought that I shouldn't tell you over the computer." I heard the soft click of the phone being hung up and realized that I had been holding my breath. I exhaled.

What was she thinking? She wasn't ready, not at all. It would be a strain, even if I was there. But I wasn't. It was only Phil and her, and despite what she might think, she didn't raise me by herself. I was one when she had left Charlie, so he had been there for the newborn months. After we moved to Phoenix, we had lived with her parents until I was three, and within five minutes of their house until I was seven. Then her sister moved close to us, and I practically lived with them until I was twelve. And I had been a well behaved child.

A new baby would be completely different. Phil would be away at his games, and my grandparents had already died. My Aunt Sheri now lived in Oklahoma, and I was in Forks. How could she handle this? My mother, who had forgotten me at the mall, or locked her keys in the car, or let picking me up from school slip her mind, take care of a baby by herself? I loved my Mother, but she just wasn't responsible enough. She wasn't responsible enough. She was flaky, and flighty, and forgetful. I couldn't help but having a bad feeling about, try as I might to trust that she could get though this without damaging that baby too much.

"Bella?" Edward whispered in my ear. He brought me out of my trance. "What's going on?" He liquid eyes were heavy with worry.

I laughed once. "She's pregnant. She's pregnant, and… and she's my mother. And unless she's changed drastically in these months, she won't be able to handle it. Renee is going to be so overwhelmed, and Phil's going to be traveling, and she's going to be alone." I sighed and put my head in my hands. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a hug.

"Do you want to go see her?" he asked. How did he know? How did he know, when I didn't even know that I needed to see her. I nodded.

"I just need to talk to Charlie first. Can I go back to Charlie's?"

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"Wow." Charlie was stunned. "She's pregnant. Wow."

Edward was sitting next to me on the couch, holding my hand. Charlie was sitting in the Lazy boy across from us.

"The thing is Dad, um…I need to go see her. To talk to her. Is that all right with you?" I still technically needed his permission since I wasn't eighteen for another few weeks.

"Yeah, of course. What about school?" He asked, worried.

"I'll have Alice collect all my work." And have her do it all. But I wasn't going to tell him that.

"Why can't Edward collect it?" Charlie asked. Crap. He was going to difficult about Edward coming.

"Because, Dad, Edward is going to be with me." I stared into his eyes, determined.

"If you'll excuse the interruption, Chief Swan, I think that it would be much safer for me to travel with Bella. Of course, if you would prefer her to go alone I would completely understand."

What? He wasn't going to have me go to Arizona alone, was he? Of course not. It was outrageous. Knowing my luck, I would probably bring the plane down. More importantly, several weeks without him by my side would kill me. I doubt I could handle it.

"Of course you can't go with her!" He shouted.

I stood up and looked him straight in the eye. "I need him to be with me, and considering his family is buying the tickets, it would be a little rude not to invite him, don't you think?"

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Edward sat next to me on the plane. His arm was around me, rubbing soothing circles on my shoulder.

"Talk to me about something. Something random, something unimportant. Please?" I pleaded. I needed something to take my mind off the coming conflict with my mother.

"Umm…Mike is contemplating asking Jessica out again. His thought process is 'If I can't have Bella, I'll have her best friend'. I'm actually starting to feel a little bad for her. Even though she is quite average, she deserves better than to be considered settling."

"Well, she's always liked him. At least that'll help to have him of my back."

"Yes. If he doesn't back off, I might do something that I won't regret at all." He smirked.

I tapped my finger to the tip of his nose. "You would never do that. You're too good a person." He raised his eyebrows at my comment, but didn't remind me that he wasn't a person, and that he had murdered many human people. We talked for the rest of the flight, until the plane landed in the middle of the night, so we could find a suitable rental car, without drawing attention to my shimmering boyfriend.

He held my hand in the cherry red Honda Fit, with extra dark tinting. We pulled up to Renee's house at seven'o'clock in the morning. She would just now be getting up.

It was overcast and about 65 degrees out, which I considered a good sign, though Renee would consider it unreasonably cold. We walked up to the door that I had entered a few months before, only I was alone, and facing my death. Edward gave me a small smile and knocked on the door.

Renee answered the door in a fluffy pink bathrobe and her hair wrapped in a towel.

"Bella!" She exclaimed.

"Hi mom."