AN: So this was supposed to be done yesterday in time for LyricalKris's birthday, but time failed me. This wasn't planned, but I know it's something she wanted to see. Happy Birthday, Kris. I love you and am so happy this fandom introduced us.

This is completely unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine.


Everyone, Just Breathe


"You have to tell him, Bella"

"I know that, Alice," I groaned, banging my head on the kitchen table. "It wasn't like I was planning on keeping it a secret. Besides, your brother's not stupid, I think he would notice when I start looking like I swallowed a beach ball."

Alice was trying not to laugh. I could tell by the way she was pursing her lips. "So, I'm going to go out on a ledge and say this wasn't planned?" I glared at her. "What? Excuse me for being happy about this. Not only am I going to have a nephew, but I get to be pregnant at the same time as my best friend. Sue me." She stuck her tongue out at me in a very mature manner.

"Of course this wasn't planned. Stupid doctor suggesting I switch to stupid birth control shot. And how do you know it's a boy?" I asked suddenly realizing what she said.

Alice just waved her hand dismissively at me. "I just know. Now, how are you going to tell him?"

"Tell me what?" I whipped my head around to see Edward walk into the kitchen, loosening his tie. He smiled before bending down and giving me a quick kiss. "Hey baby." He looked over at his sister. "Alice." Alice responded with a quick nod of her head, her eyes wide. Edward pulled out a chair and sat down. "Now, tell me what?"

"How-how do you know you're the 'him' we were talking about?" I asked quickly, my brain furiously trying to come up with something to say.

Edward smirked at me. "Well, if I didn't know then that it was about me, I sure know now. Besides, you two look like you're up to something."

"I've got to go get Jasper," Alice blurted out. She was out of the kitchen before I could say anything.

"What does she mean, get Jasper? He has a car?" Edward asked me as the front door banged shut.

I stood up and walked to the sink, rinsing out the cup of tea I just had. "Oh who knows with your sister. I think this pregnancy thing has her on edge." I giggled then, sounding more like a crazed hyena than the nonchalant girlfriend I was going for. Smooth, Bella.

"Bella," Edward sang, coming up behind me. "What's going on, baby?"

"Going on?" I asked while I mentally cringed at how high my voice sounded. "Why would you think anything was going on?"

His hand came around me, stilling my motions. "Maybe because you're scrubbing an already clean mug." Carefully, Edward pulled the mug out of my hands and spun me around. He opened his mouth to say something, but my stupid brain decided to pick that time to come up with something.

"You're a mess!" I blurted out.

Edward stepped back at my outburst. Confusion written on his face. "What? I'm a -"

"Mess," I repeated. I tried to stop the word vomit, I really did. But my brain had a mind of its own. "Your shit is everywhere. There's your books and your glasses on top of the books. And your socks. How many pairs do you own? I have never met a guy who owns as many socks as you do. And they all match! There's not one mismatched pair." I was pacing now, words just spilling out. "Oh and your toothbrush! It's just there, like, comingling with mine like it's trying to mate with it." I came to a stop in front of him, chest heaving. I must have looked like a mad woman.

"So let me get this straight," Edward said slowly. He took a careful step toward me. "You're upset because I own socks that match and that my toothbrush wants to 'mate' with yours?"

Ok, so even that sounded a little bit ridiculous to me. Edward took another step towards me and I could see more questions forming in his mind. So, I did what I always do to avoid confrontation. Go for distraction.

I launched myself at Edward, fusing my lips to his. He didn't move for a minute, but when I nipped at his bottom lip, he let go. Strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me into his body. Edward's mouth hungrily sought out mine as we began to move backward. We stumbled into the living room, shedding clothes as we went. Edward turned, moving us toward the stairs.

"Couch," I managed to get out.

Edward growled and changed directions, falling onto the couch and pulling me on top of him so that my legs were straddling him. My hands slid down his body until they wrapped around his shaft. He was hard and ready for me. God, I loved this man.

Gripping the back of the couch, I lifted my hips up and sheathed him inside of me in one quick motion.

"Fuck, Bella," Edward groaned out, tearing his mouth from mine. I paused, looking down at him. He gazed back up at me, eyes heavy with lust, mouth slightly parted. Leaning down, I captured his top lip between the two of mine. Edward brought one hand around to cup the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair. His other hand found purchase on my chest as he began to gently massage my breast. Slowly I began moving my hips. Edward's breathing hitched and his head fell back against the couch as he watched me move above him. The hand that was on my chest slid down my side until it was gripping my hip. Holding me in place, Edward began thrusting his hips upward. This time it was my head that fell back as he began hitting places in me deep inside. My hips were moving faster now. Edward pulled my mouth down to his, swallowing my scream as my orgasm washed over me. Edward quickly followed and we collapsed back against the couch.

After taking a few moments to catch his breath, Edward maneuvered us so that we were laying down, my back against his chest. Reaching behind him, he pulled down the blanket that sat atop the couch, covering us both. We laid in silence for a little bit longer, my fingers drawing intricate designs on his arm.

"Now, I don't mind fighting with you if it always ends like that," Edward chuckled, kissing the side of my neck.

"What are you talking about? It does always end like that."

I felt him laugh behind me and I smiled. I was so content and just happy lying here.

"What's going on, Bella?" Edward asked softly. I turned my head so I could see his face, surprised by his change. His green eyes, now laced with concern, peered intently into mine.

Damn it, I didn't want him to be worried. I was the one freaking out over this. He didn't need to be. Hell, he didn't even know I was pregnant.


I was going to have a baby. With Edward. I needed to tell him.

I shifted so that I was lying on my back, looking up at him. Edward slid his hand down into mine and gave it a squeeze. I was worrying him.

Okay, here it goes.

"So, remember when I got really sick a few months back and I had to go to the doctor and they decided that the birth control I was on was doing something wonky to my insides and that they wanted to change it?"

"Wonky, Bella?" he shook his head at me. "Your estrogen levels were too high. It could have damaged-"

"Whoa," I held my hands up. "Thank you, Dr. Cullen. I don't need a reminder, I was there. What I was asking was if you remembered what the doctor said after? About there needing to be a wait time before we could have sex again."

Edward laughed. "Not sex, just unprotected -" He stopped suddenly. "What are you saying, Bella?"

I smiled timidly up at him. Well, here goes nothing. "I'm pregnant."

Edward stared at me for a few seconds, his face blank. "Like with a baby?"

"No, like with an alien," I rolled my eyes. "Yes, with a baby." I grabbed his face between my hands. "Your baby."

"My baby," he whispered, his hand trailing down and lightly grazing my stomach. When he looked back down at me his eyes were shining. "We're having a baby. We're having a baby!" he repeated, face breaking out into a grin.

"You're not mad? Upset? Scared?"

"What?" he asked, confused. "Bella, why would I be mad?" I shrugged. Realization dawned in his eyes. "Is that why you were picking a fight with me?"

"I wasn't picking a fight with you," I grumbled. Edward smirked down at me. "Ok, well, I was panicking. And I thought you would panic too which is why I was a little scared to tell you. And now we have all these things to think about and plan. And…why aren't you panicking?"

"We can figure all that shit out later. I don't know. I guess I'm just too happy."

"You're happy?"

"Bella, you just told me you're having my baby. The woman I love is carrying my child. I'm fucking ecstatic!"

I giggled as he all but attacked my face and neck with kisses, whispering 'I love you' between. I don't know why I had been so worried.


A loud bang echoed through the house, jolting me out of sleep. I rubbed my eyes and glanced over at the clock. 2:37am.

"Edward?" I mumbled sleepily, reaching around behind me. Instead of my hand finding my boyfriend, it touched down on cold sheets. My heart began to race as I sat up and turned on the light. Edward's side of the bed was empty, the comforter thrown completely across me. Where the hell was he?

Another bang came followed by a scratching sound. "Edward?" I called out, quietly. I was beginning to freak out here. Edward knows I don't handle noises in the night every well. What if someone broke in? Did Edward jump out of bed in a hurry to protect me? What if the intruder killed Edward?

Oh my god Bella, get a freaking grip.

I slowly got out of bed and walked down the hall toward my office. We had just started the process of remodeling the upstairs bathroom, so my first thought was maybe Edward couldn't sleep and was working on something in there. But that thought was quenched as I slid back the plastic tarp that covered to door and looked into an empty bathroom.

The scratching sound came again, this time it seemed to come from my office. "Edward?" I called again, walking toward the room. I noticed a light shining underneath the door and I cautiously pushed it open. And froze.

Edward was standing on my desk, which had been moved from it's location by the window to the center of the room, measuring something from the ceiling. He was clad only in his sleep pants, hair sticking up everywhere and a pencil stuck between his teeth. He looked like a mad scientist.

"Edward!" I said, louder this time. He stumbled a little at the sound of my voice and my arms instinctively flew out as if to catch him.

"Bella!" he exclaimed. "I didn't know you were up. I'm sorry, did I wake you? I was trying to be quiet. I shut the door and everything."

Quiet my ass, I thought looking around as Edward continued to babble.

"Honey," I interrupted. "What the hell are you doing? It's the middle of the night."

He stopped then as if suddenly seeing me for the first time, even though he had just been talking to me a second ago. He scrambled off of the desk and ran toward me. "We can't have a baby!" he shouted.

I took a step back, my arms instinctively covering my stomach. "What?"

Edward's eyes horned in on my hands and they got instantly wide. "No! No! That's not what I meant. No, we're having this baby." I released the breath that I had been holding. "We just can't have it here." He gestured around the room.

"Edward, what are you talking about?"
"This house! It's too small. How can we have a baby here? In this room? Where are we going to put the crib. It can't be too close to the window because of the drafts. So I've been measuring the distances, trying to see where in here we could put it. But there's no place. There's too many windows. We would have to put it right where we're standing, then how would we open the door?"

This was Edward not panicking?

"And why are we putting a bedroom downstairs? We should be putting one up here! Our baby needs to be close to us, Bella. What if it starts crying in the middle of the night and we take too long to get there -"

"Edward, baby, calm down." I took a step toward him, grasping his face between my hands. "There's these things called baby monitors and you can take them with you anywhere and hear the baby."

"But what if it malfunctions?" I opened my mouth to say something but he pulled out of my grasp and ran to the wall, kneeling down. "And look, look at this." I looked at the wall, trying to see what he was looking at. "Outlets, Bella! They're everywhere. Are we trying to electrocute our baby? And don't even get me started on the stairs."

"And what about our jobs?" What? I was trying to keep up with him, but this was getting ridiculous. "We both work. What's going to happen when the baby comes? There's daycare and then there's school and, oh my god, college. We need to set up a college fund like right now. I should call my father." He headed toward the door and I grabbed his arm.

"We are not calling your father. Edward, you have our kid in college and it hasn't even been born yet."

"These are things that we need to discuss."

"I know, but we have time. We just need to slow down. Take it one step at a time." I couldn't believe these words were coming from me. Was I freaking out? Yes. But also, I was weirdly calm. This afternoon, when I had told Edward the news, that was his true reactions. I knew he was happy and knowing that had calmed me in a weird way. "Just come back to bed and we can talk about this tomorrow. Sweetie, you need some sleep."

"Sleep? I couldn't possibly sleep right now. There's too much to do!" He reached around me and grabbed a notebook off of my desk and headed out of the room.

I followed him, stopping at the top of the stairs and he ran down them. "Edward, where are you going?" I asked as he grabbed his car keys off of the table by the door.

"To my father's! We need to reconstruct this house!" he shouted, running out the door.

As I sat down on the top step, I heard Edward get into his car and shut the door. The engine started up a few seconds later. I folded my hands on my lap and waited. About ten minutes later, the engine shut off and a car door shut. I looked up as Edward walked back in. His eyes met mine and I smiled.

"We're having a baby," he said, shutting the door.

"We're having a baby," I repeated.

I watched as a slow smile spread across his face. He walked up the stairs and sat down on the step below me. He placed his hands on my knees, resting his chin on them.

"I panicked."

"Yeah, you did."

"It might happen again."

"I know," I laughed. "Hell, it might happen to me."

"We need to work on that mouth of yours," Edward grinned.

"Hey, my mouth is not the only problem here."

"No, it's not," Edward laughed, leaning up to kiss me. "I love you."

"I love you, too. Now, can we please go back to bed? We can discuss all this," I gestured around the house, "tomorrow."

Edward stood up, pulling me with him. "Tomorrow," he repeated softly, leading me back up to our room.


AN: Well, there you have it! Just a quick peek of a very important event. It was fun going back into the mind of this Bella. Hope you all enjoyed it. And Happy Birthday again Kris! Even if it is a day late.