OOPS, There Goes My Shirt

OOPS, There Goes My Shirt

Author: Dress up romance xx

Disclaimer: I do NOT own anything published in relation to Twilight. This is a non-profit fan fiction. I'm just enjoying myself.

Summary: It's finally their senior year! Bella and Alice attend Trinity's All-Girl Conservatory. When the girls get invited to the biggest party of the year at St. John's Christian Academy for Boys the girls are psyched. But what happens when Bella gets a little out of hand with a dazzling angel? ALL HUMAN! Canon couples! Drinking, partying, pregnancy, and a lot more are included.

Authors Note
: So, everyone has asked what I thought of Breaking Dawn and I didn't like it…I LOVED IT! So good, if anyone wants to talk about it with me, please feel free to mention it in your review. I love, and when I say love I mean love, talking back and forth with my reviewers. SO, let's get this show on the road. 180+ comments and I'll post the next chapter!!


Summer melted away quickly and soon I found myself alone at Charlie's. Things between us had become so strained that I suddenly felt like a prisoner in my own home. When Edward had driven up to get me, as guilty as it made me feel for being rude to Charlie, I practically ran out of the house. I promised to call as soon as I got there and call to give him weekly updates, plus after every ultrasound. Since I was going to be too far away from the city to travel in just for my appointments, I was going to be seeing Dr. Uley, one of Carlisle's older friends. Edward assured me that Dr. Uley, or Sam as he called him, was very professional and highly respected. I still couldn't help feeling uneasy because I was too far into my pregnancy, I didn't want a new doctor.

But, I had to grow up sooner or later and face the facts this was something that had to be done. I couldn't freak out over something that was out of Carlisle's hands. It was very sweet of him to get me in with Dr. Uley and I should be thankful instead of wary. It was just like me though, always upset first and appreciative when it's too late. I could have wound up not going to any doctor and putting the babies at risk, but I'd never be so selfish. I was just going to have to act mature. It was destiny as of now; I was going to be a mother, I had to act like one. That meant I stopped living for me, but I lived for my children. The things I was going to have to do weren't only in my best interest, but in the babies as well. My life would no longer revolve around me.

It was a scary concept for me but with Edward's help, I was gradually warming up to it. He made promises that if anyone else said them I wouldn't believe them. His constant comforting words were slowly easing away my worries. He told me I was going to be a wonderful mother; that the kids would love me. Over and over again, he told me he'd always be there for us. We were going to be a big, happy family and he would have it no other way.

I shuffled into our kitchen. Though I'd never lived in a house with a kitchen like this, I felt very at home sitting at our table. Edward had gotten us this reasonably sized townhouse for our freshmen year of college. He wanted to get an actual house but I told him that'd be too much, a townhouse was perfect for us and the babies. So, we settled into this lovely, already furnished home. I was more than happy to be alone with Edward. My own angel, all to myself.

"Bella," Edward's voice drifted into the room from down the hall. I scooted my chair back and waddled over to where I assumed he would be. He was standing, with his hands on his hips, in the babies' room. It was the only room in the house we decorated ourselves. As soon as we got here, we drove around all day to buy different things just to put in here. We got the babies' matching cribs, as well as certain decorations for them, a rocker, changing tables, and stuffed animals. I insisted on painting the room pale yellow and painting the trim white. So, while Edward painted I attempted to set up the cribs. I wound up just having to watch because after five minutes of trying, I nearly broke my own foot. It took a few days to have everything just right, but when it was all done, we were very pleased.

When I walked in, Edward had his back to me. He was starring up at the painting that hung between the twins' cribs. "What's up Edward?"

As the sound of my question, he spun around with a huge grin plastered on his face. He glided over to my side with his arms outstretched towards me and snaked them around my waist, to pull me as tight to him as possible. His lips found mine instantaneously and he was ravaging my mouth in seconds. When he pulled away, I was gasping for breath. The electricity that had been flowing between us had almost been too much, almost. Kissing Edward was like nirvana. We never really went much father, neither of us were comfortable doing so in my current state, but I couldn't wait until the day when Edward and I had sex again. His kisses were electrifying and having him close to me made my nerves stand on end. Whenever our skin touched, I was set aflame. I was so greedy; ever opportunity I had, I tried to be touching him. I would either hold his hand, his arm, have him hold me…anything involving touching. He was the drug I never wanted to quit.

"I love you," he said softly. I felt my cheeks blaze up.

"I love you too," I said while biting my lip.

A long moment passed as we stood crushed together. His arms dropped from me and he was looking at the watch on his wrist, his face screwed up in annoyance. "I have class in twenty minutes."

"Edward!" I scolded. I was already acting like a mother. "It takes you fifteen minutes to get there. You better hurry; you don't want to be late!"

"I really do," his hands were around my waist again. I don't even understand how he manages to wrap his arms around me; I am seven months pregnant with twins! But, I wasn't about to object to this. I loved having him hold me. "I wish I could just lie in bed with you everyday and all day long until you have the babies. Then, we could all take naps together and cuddle."

"You get sappier by the minute," I said with a giggle.

"It's the truth, you know," he pressed his forehead to mine, our noses rubbing one another.

"I believe you," I said earnestly. "But, you can't be late to class. So get going! The faster you leave, the faster you can come back."

"It doesn't really work like that," he informed me. "But, for you I'll pretend." I followed him out of the room and down the stairs, into the living room. He rushed around, looking for his stuff. After grabbing his bag, he ran up to me and hugged me quickly before ducking down and kissing my belly, "bye babies, daddy will be back soon."

He looked back up at me, giving me his signature grin. "Bye hunny," I said softly. His lips were attached mine, but only momentarily. Before I could register the kiss, he pulled away and was ducking out the door.

"I'll see you soon babe!" And with that he was gone.

I didn't have anything to do today. My next class wasn't until tomorrow night. I could read a book. Well, reread a book. All the novels I brought with me I have already read. Eh, I don't feel like reading, I thought. I didn't feel like watching TV or a movie either. There was no one to hang out with up here. Edward and I were far, far away from all our friends and family. Hm, maybe I could call someone and see what they think I should do. I could call Alice, she always knows what to do!

After a minute of searching around for my phone, I plopped onto the couch and dialed my soon to be sister-in-law. The phone only rang twice before she picked up.

"Hello Bella," she sang into the phone.

"Hey Alice," I replied. "How's college been? You and Jazzy having fun in Florida? How nice and warm is it there? I bet everyone's walking around in bikinis and what not. I wish I could wear a bathing suit! I sure could use the tan, my skin is so pale. How have your classes—

"Bella," she interjected. "I can't answer all your questions at once! You have to ask them one by one."

When I heard her giggle, I couldn't help but laugh along with her. "I'm sorry; I'm just so lonely at times. I miss my best friend, is that such a problem?"

"Of course not!" Her voice was shrill. "I miss you too! I can't wait until Halloween; we're going to have so much fun. I'm making sure Rose makes you your favorite cookies for the party."

"Really?" I asked, excited by the idea of Rose's home made sugar cookies. I really could go for some of those right about now. I'd only have eggs and toast and that had been a few hours ago. I was suddenly starving.

"Would I lie to you?" She didn't wait for me to answer. "I may be bringing you something special too. But, we'll talk about it a little later. Mom and I were going to three-way call you tomorrow to talk about the wedding. I have to go now, there's a huge party I have to get ready for."

I frowned. Didn't she want to talk to me? I couldn't bring myself to ask her that. "Oh, okay. Um, I'll talk to you tomorrow then."

"Bye Bells, love ya!"

"Bye," my voice rang out as she clicked her phone off. "Damn, I forgot to ask her what to do!"

As if to answer my questions, my stomach let out a loud grumble. I could eat! I scurried back into the kitchen, only to have my stomach disagree with my choice. I didn't want anything we had in the house. I had a sudden craving for French fries and Oreos. The problem was Edward had the car and the store wasn't in the best walking distance for a pregnant woman. But my hunger and craving was not ebbing away; it only grew with every second I waited. Without any further hesitation, I snatched my purse off the coffee table and slipped on a pair of UGGs before rushing out of the door.

With proper motivation, the walk to the store wasn't a bad one at all. It took all of my restraint not to run to the store when I felt like I was going to vomit from lack of food. It was like heaven walking inside the mini-mart to get my Oreos and frozen French fries. I was still new to the place, so I wasn't sure which aisle to walk down in order to get my desired items. After a few minutes of wandering, I assumed I was on the right path and walked by the open fish market. Bad choice, I silently thought as I bit back my throw up. The smell of raw fish shook me to the core. I rushed to the bathroom, threw the stall door open, and spilled my stomach's contents into the toilet. Instead of stopping after a few heaves, my vomiting just got worse. I had no idea how it all kept coming, but when someone knocked on the door to my stall, asking if I was okay, I became alarmed.

As soon as I stopped puking, I tried to stand up but fell right to my knees. This was certainly one of the most embarrassing situations of my life. I was splayed across the floor of the bathroom in the supermarket.

"Oh my god! Are you okay?" A petite, blond woman asked me. She kneeled down next to me and began assessing me. Her little hands hovered over my stomach, "do your babies normally move?"

"All the time," I croaked. I felt so weak as I raised my own hand to my stomach. It was a strange feeling…everything was still. The babies, my brain shouted at me. For weeks, all I ever felt was the babies kicking and kicking and now, I felt nothing. "The babies," I moaned.

"Dear lord," the woman prayed. "Some one call 911!!"

Her words literally knocked me out because only seconds later, everything went black.


Class ran ten minutes later and I felt terrible for it. Bella was probably waiting right by the door for me and I would be late. As I was running out of the building, I thought it best to phone her and let her know I was on my way. Maybe she needed something from the store. I waited through five rings when the other line picked up. "Hello love!"

"Who is this?" A harsh voice on the other line demanded. Who in the name of hell was picking up Bella's phone? Was she with another man? Of course not; Bella would never do something so lowly. Then who was this?" I was initially shocked by this that I forgot to answer. "Are you Isabella's boyfriend?"

"What's going on?" I cried into the phone. "Who are you? Why did you answer Bella's phone? Is everything okay? Has something happened?"

I felt frenzied. What if Bella was hurt? What if the babies were hurt? Had the house been broken into? What if someone hurt them? I'd kill them with my bare hands! If anyone laid a hand on a single hair on Bella's body in means of harming her, I'd commit cold-blooded murder. I couldn't legally be held responsible for the actions I would do. No one would dare do something as cruel as harming a pregnant woman, would they? If they were that desperate, there's no telling what the limit was.

"You need to get to Dartmouth Hitchcock Medical Center at once man," the guy on the other line informed me.

Everything stopped for me then. I had been fumbling with my keys up until this point, but now things were in focus for me. I unlocked my car and got in, turned on the ignition and threw the car in drive. After peeling out of the parking lot, I was speeding all over town towards the hospital. My worst fears were coming true. I had no time to think of anything reasonable, like why was that guy answering Bella's phone instead of a doctor? But, right now I couldn't get logical thoughts to process through my brain. The only goal I had now was to get to the hospital and find Bella.

I parked in the first spot I found and literally ran inside of the building. I must have been a sight to see but I had no time to care if anyone was starring at me. I pushed past people and marched up to the nurse's station.

"I'm looking for Isabella Swan," I practically shouted her. I usually was never so rude, under any circumstances, but these were very appalling circumstances. I had no time to be polite. Instead of looking at her computer to retrieve the information I so desperately needed, she batted her fake eyelashes up at me while chomping down on her gum. The sight was revolting.

"Why are you in such a rush suga," her sickly sweet voice was unnerving. She had to be at least ten years older than me but sounded twenty years older. Her voice was so hoarse from too many years of smoking. She reeked of cigarettes. As if she needed to be any more unappealing. I just repeated myself to her. She frowned at me before turning towards her computer. After smacking the keyboard with her obnoxiously long nails, she turned back to me with a grimace on her face. "She's in the ICU right now, they're about to move her to perform an emergency C section though—

"WHAT?!" I shrieked at her. It was only October 7th; the babies weren't due until December 21st! This couldn't be happening! She still had over two months until the babies were supposed to be born! She'd been in perfect health before. How could this have happened? Was she hurt? Were they hurt?

"Richard," the nurse called one of the men walking past me. "This guy here is…what's your name?"

"I'm Edward Cullen, Isabella Swan's boyfriend and father of her two twins. What do you mean she's having a C section?"

"Hi," the man stuck his hand out to me. I felt silly shaking it at the point in time, but did it anyhow. "My name is Richard Benson, I'm one of Isabella's doctors. It seems there has been a premature rupture of the membranes, something that isn't unheard of when women are carrying twins. Because of this, we have to go through with the labor. She was going to do it naturally, but we had to knock her out because she started vomiting continually."

I starred at him, totally in awe. "Is Bella going to be okay?"

"I'm going to be honest with you, she's very feeble right now but she'll make it."

"What about the babies?" I shouted. "Are they okay? It's so early!"

"I know," he said solemnly. "I need to attend to them right now, if you want to just follow me upstairs, you're going to have to wait outside, but I'm sure you want to be as close as possible to hear any news?"

"Of course! Let's go."

He only nodded before leading me to an elevator. We took it to the third floor before making left down the hall, then two rights, and another left before he stopped me and pointed to the bench outside of the room. I sat there, unable to think, for God only knows how long. What if the babies' didn't make it…what if Bella didn't make it?

AUTHOR'S NOTE:I know it's really short, but I needed to get this out now. If I get good enough review for this chapter, I'll post the next chapter tomorrow night. How is that for motivation? PLEASE update and let me know what you want from me!!