Edward stared blankly at me.
"Edward?" I asked, touching his ice cold hand.
"I'm fine," he said. "But pregnant?" I nodded.
"Yep," I replied. "Carlisle says I'm about two months along." He scoffed.
"So if Carlisle has confirmed," he said, "then there's no possibility that it's a mistake." I shook my head.
"I still haven't even told Charlie," I tried, trying to get his mind focused on something else.
"Well that's going to be a trip and a half," he grumbled.
"Are you mad?" I asked.
"No," he replied, curling his fingers around mine. "I'm just….in a state of shock here. I mean…I'm going to be a daddy. It's a lot to take in at dinner when you can smell everything cooking." I gave him a look. "Okay that was a bad choice of words," he said. I nodded.
"Just a little bit," I replied. He smiled at me. "So you're really okay?"
"Of course I am." He leaned across the table and kissed me. I blushed slightly.
When dinner was over, he drove me home. Charlie was waiting up. We were going to tell him.