(Bella's POV)

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.