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Two months after our wedding, Edward and I decided it was time to tell his family about the pregnancy. I was already four months along and knew we wouldn't be able to wait much longer before they figured it out on their own. We didn't keep it a secret on purpose, but with the honeymoon, my hours working as a social worker, and Edward opening his own small sporting goods store in the past year, things had been a little hectic.

We were also pretty sure Emmett wouldn't be able to hold out much longer with not spilling the news to anyone. I had to give him credit for only telling Rose so far; not that he'd ever admit that. I caught on that she knew about the pregnancy when I received six different emails from her in one day with links to postpartum Kegel exercises. Yeah. It was the thought that counted, I suppose.

Kegel exercises aside, tonight was the night Edward and I were going make our announcement.

I chose a navy blue silk wrap dress from the closet, tossing the hanger on the bed. Before slipping it on, I stared at my body in the full-length mirror. I hadn't put on much weight but, without clothes on, I could see the plumpness of my breasts and I could definitely tell there was a roundness to my stomach. Especially if I pooched it out the way I was doing right now. I heard Edward chuckle as he walked into the room.

"Hey, baby daddy. How was your day?" I joked as he came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and letting his chin rest over my shoulder.

"Pretty busy, baby mama," he murmured against my skin, rubbing his hand over my stomach. "How's Peanut?"

"Peanut was very well behaved today." I laughed and nodded.

I stared at our reflection in the mirror and smiled at how lucky I was; how lucky we were. We had gone through so much together before we were ever actually together. Edward had stuck by my side through so many ups and downs, and I appreciated and loved him for everything he did for me. And now I was showing him just how much he meant to me.

I turned around and he shot his little eye-crinkle smile towards me. "You look happy."

"Really? That's so funny because, as it turns out, I am happy," I teased.

"You feel okay today? You didn't puke at work from the smell of Angela's perfume again, did you?" Edward asked with concern and a little disgust. The poor man had dealt with my seven weeks of morning sickness worse than I did. I wasn't sure if that was because he just had a weak stomach or because he genuinely hated seeing me feel so awful.

"I feel great. Hardly any puke." I nodded and pressed my body against his. "I missed you last night. I must've passed out early."

"I know," he said with a pout. "You were passed out on the couch when I got home. I didn't want to wake you."

"The couch? I woke up in our bed."

"I carried you to the room."

I winced. "Yikes. Is your back okay?"

"Hey," Edward scoffed and gave me a small glare. "Have a little faith in your husband's brute strength, please."

"You realize you just said you needed brute strength to lift me, right?" I deadpanned.

"Hardly. You know that's not what I meant," he chastised, rubbing small circles into my lower back.

"Mmm," I hummed, covering his lips with mine. "Must we go to your sister's place tonight? I have so many better ideas of what we can do with our time."

"Oh yeah?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. His lips suddenly found the spot between my collarbone and ear and I closed my eyes. His phone suddenly chirped, causing him to groan while tightening his grip on my hips.

I pecked his lips, giving him the 'okay'. "I have to get dressed anyway," I said, waving him off to check whatever crisis was happening at the store. He nuzzled his face into my neck before walking out of the room.

Twenty minutes later, I was still undressed. I turned my attention back to the mirror and sighed. I grabbed my breasts bringing them as high as I could, dropped them and sighed. I turned to the side and back to the front, scrutinizing the more womanly shape of my hips and sighed.

"What's with all the sighing over there, huh?" Edward asked, walking back into the room. I met his gaze in the reflection and admired his long, muscular body as he stood in only his boxers while digging through his sock drawer.

"Do you think I look fat?" I questioned as I turned around to face him. "Be honest. I can totally handle the truth." He laughed and ignored my question, shutting the dresser drawer while shaking his head. "Well, do I?"

Edward stopped laughing and slightly narrowed his eyes before laughing again. "Oh. That was a real question?"


He pursed his lips and walked closer to where I was standing. "No, you don't look fat. Don't be silly."

"Well, I look a little different, don't I? My cheeks aren't usually this...chipmunkish."

"You're glowing," he assured.

"My boobs aren't usually this saggy," I countered.

"You're breasts are full and plump and I love them." I laughed as he caressed one of my breasts. "I love you."

"Come on. Be serious for a second. Don't let the plump breasts distract you."

"Bella, I am being serious. You look great. I would hope you'd look a little different since you have our little peanut growing inside you."

I still wasn't convinced and he could tell. Maybe I was being silly, but I couldn't help it. I had a fear that I was going to swell up like a balloon and Edward, with his lean, hot, fine ass body wouldn't be able to want me any longer.

Edward placed his hands on my shoulders and turned me around to face the mirror. "Baby. Your body is going to change, obviously, but you know what won't change?"

"The shape of my elbows?" I half pouted, half joked as I turned back around.

Edward shook his head, fighting laughter. "Nothing will change how I feel about you. You're gorgeous no matter what."

"I don't know..." I trailed off, biting my lip. "Earlier you did say you needed brute strength to lift me into bed."

Edward quirked an eyebrow as he slid his hands down my hips, over my ass and lifted me against his warm body. He smiled the smile that was only for me and carefully, easily deposited me onto the bed. He slowly lowered his body onto mine and I lifted my knees to grant him easy access to lie between my legs.

"How was that for brute strength?" he teased, bringing my breast to his mouth.

I both laughed and moaned. "I underestimated your strength. My apologies."

"Just don't let it happen again," he scolded with a smirk, pinching my nipple. "Maybe I can show you some of my other strengths..."

And he did just that.


After Edward showed me how much of a man he was, I realized we were late for dinner and we hurried to get out the door.

With a little traffic, the fifteen minute drive to Alice and Jasper's house took nearly thirty minutes. Since Esme and Carlisle still lived in Forks, Alice had taken over the role of being hostess. We walked in and I refrained from rolling my eyes as I noticed she had set out the china in the 'fancy' dining room. I wasn't sure how she was able to do so much, especially with Emma's ballet and piano lessons, and with Ryan being in his Terrible Twos.

"Uncie," Ryan giggled and wobbled over to where Edward and I were standing.

"Hey, buddy," Edward smiled, reached down and picked up his nephew.

"You need to stop being so darn cute," I said as I tickled him.

"Hey, you two," Alice said politely, pulling me in for a hug. She and I were on pleasant terms, but I knew we'd never be best friends. It just wasn't something that would ever be and I was fine with that, as I'm sure she was.

"Sorry we're late," I apologized only to have Alice wave me off.

"It's fine. Dinner isn't even ready yet." Alice held out her arms, reaching for Ryan. "Why don't you two grab a beverage and join everyone out back? I need to put this one down for bed."

"We can do it," Edward insisted, keeping Ryan in his arms. "You go play hostess. We all know how much you love that. Bella and I can put Ryan to bed."

"We can?" I asked hesitantly.

"Yes." He smirked as Alice agreed with a shrug and walked into the kitchen.

"We'll see how this goes." I laughed as Edward held Ryan in the air above his head, blowing a raspberry on his little tummy. "Oh, yeah. Get him riled up right before bed!"

"What? I couldn't help myself." Edward grinned.

"Raspbelly!" Ryan squealed and leaned over before I pulled him into my arms.

"Raspbelly?" I groaned, kissing his puffy little cheeks. "What did I say about you being cute, huh?"

Edward watched us for a second before kissing my cheek and following us up the stairs. I was impressed that it only took us twenty minutes to brush Ryan's teeth, get a dry Pull-Up on him, and wrestle him to put on his pajamas. Esme came upstairs once to tell us dinner was ready, and Emmett came up twice telling us to 'hurry the H-E double hockey sticks up' because he was starving.

Despite the fact that I was wearing a dress, I sat on the wood floor of the cleanest and neatest toddler's bedroom I had ever seen. Edward rocked his nephew to sleep as I held a book in my hands quietly reading aloud, feeling Edward's eyes on me the entire time.

When I finished reading the book, I yawned, letting my head lean against the wall behind me. "This whole person-growing-inside-you thing really wears you out."

"I bet," Edward chuckled, causing Ryan to stir in his arms.

"God, he's precious, isn't he?" I stared at the two of them and my heart melted at the sight. "He looks good on you."

"Is that your way of saying I'm going to be a DILF?" Edward whispered, causing me to burst out in laughter.

"Seriously, Edward? DILF?"

He gave me a cheeky grin. "That's what Emmett said the other day."

"I'm mildly creeped out that your own brother said you'd be a DILF."

"Actually, it started with him saying you were going to be a MILF," Edward whispered, shaking his head. "Don't worry, I punched his arm to defend your honor."

"Ah, there's that Cullen charm." I sighed as Edward winked.

"It's why you married me."

"Part of it, yeah," I admitted. The man was pretty charming, I'd give him that.

Edward stood from the rocking chair and walked over to carefully place Ryan in the crib. He reached down to help me up off the floor and I wrapped my arms around his waist, instantly melting into him.

"Hey. Sorry about earlier," I mumbled against his chest.

"What about earlier?"

"My little hormonal breakdown about getting fat. I feel kind of silly now."

I felt Edward laugh before saying, "Don't apologize, Bella. This is new for the both of us. I'm just as scared as you are, but I don't want you to worry."

"That's why I love you," I said quietly. "You're good at this stuff."

"What stuff?" he asked, pulling back to stare down at me.

"Making me feel better about things."

Edward cupped my face, kissed me and, once again, all of my worries faded away.


During dinner with the Cullens, Edward and I finally made the exciting announcement that we were expecting. We were both smiling from ear to ear and Edward grabbed my hand before we realized the room was silent. Well, silent save for Emmett smacking his food.

"Tough crowd. Really?" Edward asked as his face fell.

I glanced around the table and was met with Esme's warm gaze. "Oh, we are all so thrilled for the two of you, but..."

"But..." I trailed off, confused at what was happening.

"Emmett," Carlisle and Jasper said simultaneously. That was all Edward and I needed to hear.

"What the hell, Emmett?" Edward glared in his brother's direction.

"Look. All I did was put one of those stupid 'Baby On Board' bumper stickers on the back of Bella's car last week, and apparently Ma saw it when they went to get their hair done."

"You did what?" I asked. "You put a bumper sticker on my car?"

"Yeah! I mean, Rose made me secretly take it off when we stopped by Friday night. You know how fuckin' hard those things are to get off?" Emmett bellowed animatedly as Rose rolled her eyes.

"Rose and I saw the bumper sticker as you drove away last week, Dear, and I merely asked Rose what it was all about," Esme explained, but kept the ecstatic grin on her face.

"I had to tell her," Rose butted in. "I definitely knew it was this doofus who put the sticker on your car. I couldn't let Esme think you would ever drive around with something so tacky on your car!"

"It's fine," I assured. "Really. Right, Edward?"

"It's fine," he said, grabbing the beer in front of him. "Hey, Em? Make sure to let me and Bella know when we're expecting our second child, okay?"

"Don't be such a bad sport," Emmett interjected. "I know what will cheer you up. Karaoke time!"

"Oh, please, no," I groaned along with Alice.

"The karaoke machine is still in Forks, Honey," Esme said as she stood to clear the table.

Alice handed Emma a napkin before snickering, "Thank God for that."

"That's okay." Emmett smiled and stared at me mischievously. "I don't need a karaoke machine. I have the lyrics memorized."

"You memorized lyrics? Pretty sure you spent an entire summer singing the words 'don't go Jason waterfalls' after we specifically told you the lyrics were 'chasing waterfalls'," Edward admitted, causing us all to laugh.

"That was low." Emmett scowled.

"That was necessary," Edward added as he rolled his sleeves up and stood to help Esme clear the table.

After everyone congratulated us on our news and we said our goodbyes, we were finally on our way home. With my seat reclined and my eyes closed, I smiled to myself as I thought about Edward and the way he was with Ryan. There was no doubt in my mind that he'd make a great father.

"What are you smiling about over there?" he asked sweetly.

I opened my eyes. "Nothing. Just thinking about how you're going to be such a DILF."

He smiled, keeping his eyes on the road. "Hilarious, baby."

"It's kind of a bummer Emmett squealed though. I was looking forward to seeing everyone's faces after first hearing the news."

"Well, there's no way in hell we're telling him anything ever again," Edward instructed, giving me a pointed look.

"What? Don't look at me like that! I hardly ever talk to Emmett."

"Come on. I'm pretty sure you talk to him on the phone at least once a day."

"Whatever," I mumbled. "But hey, there's no way he told Charlie yet. So, there's that."

Edward agreed before asking, "When are we going to tell your mom?"

That was still something I wasn't sure about yet. So I shrugged and didn't answer. Edward understood, just like he always did.


"What about Aaron?" I asked with raised eyebrows. "That's a solid name for a boy."

"Aaron, Aaron," Bella repeated before making a face as I stole the bowl of ice cream. "Sounds a bit like errand and people generally don't like running errands and what if they subconsciously don't like him simply because his name reminds them of errands? I don't know."

"That was...a really good point. Okay. So, no Aaron. Okay." One spoonful of mint chocolate chip made it safely into my mouth before Bella stole the bowl along with the book of baby names we had been studying for the past thirty minutes.

"How about Agatha?" she asked jokingly. Or so I thought. I eyed her for a moment and realized she was serious. "So...is that a 'no'?"

"No, it's a great name." I paused. "If our child is going to come out of the womb knowing how to cross-stitch while wearing a shawl. That she knitted herself."

"You hate it. I suck at this," Bella pouted and I couldn't help but laugh again. "Stop laughing!"

"Bella. Come on. You don't suck at this! We're just narrowing down our options. So...go ahead and cross Agatha off the list because there's no way in hell I'm letting that be our daughter's name."

Bella bit her lip and shot me a glance before marking the name off in the book. "Just so you know, I wasn't thinking of Agatha for a girl."

"You cannot be serious," I groaned, dropping my head.

"Well! I mean, some girl names can be used as boy names nowadays, and..."

"You're right. You're bad at this. I am taking over from here on out." I pulled the book away from her, planting kisses on her stomach. She was only five months along and had a tiny baby bump that I couldn't resist touching every chance I got.

"You can't do this without me," she teased as she ran her fingers through my hair. "You need me and my horrible naming skills. Admit it."

"I'll never admit that," I teased, rubbing her belly. "But I do need you. I can do without the naming skills."

"Yeah, yeah." She sighed and tossed the book at me. "Your turn."

I squinted and read the first name I saw. "Bernard."

"You realize this is going to be a human and not the breed of a canine, right?"

"Hey! Just a minute ago you wanted our son to have the name of an eighty year-old, cross-stitching, shawl-wearing lady. I think canine breed is a step up from that, don't you think?"

"Maybe we should just give up for the night." Bella sighed, grabbing the book and tossing it to the floor.

"Yeah. This is exhausting," I agreed, then began laughing. "How are we going to take care of Peanut when merely choosing a name wears us out?"

"Just imagine tons of little Peanuts running around here," Bella replied, focusing on the television.

"Oh, really, huh? And how many babies are you planning on giving me?" I asked with raised eyebrows, not holding back my smile.

"However many you want," she answered with a kiss. "Although...I'm a little freaked out after reading all of those Kegel exercise emails Rose keeps sending."

I thought for a moment. "Do you still have the emails?"

"Um. Yeah. Why?"

"You should forward them to me."

She pulled a face. "Look, I know you want to be supportive and everything, but I don't really think you need to practice Kegel exercises with me..."

"No," I cut her off with a laugh. "I'm going to send them to Emmett. If I claim it's a chain letter, he'll force himself to read the entire thing. It has the potential to be payback for having such a big mouth."

Bella's face broke out into a grin as she said, "He's totally going to be scarred for life, you know that, right?"

"That's what I'm planning on."

"You're sneaky."

"You're gorgeous," I admitted, brushing her cheek.

"I'm sleepy," she replied with a yawn.

I turned off the television as Bella turned off the lamp next to her. She pulled the blanket over us and scooted closer to me, her back to my chest as I kissed the side of her head, wrapping my arm around her waist and rubbing her belly.

"You're meeting me at the sonographer tomorrow, right?" Bella asked sleepily.

"Of course."

"I have a feeling Emmett is going to show up for the appointment, too." I felt her slightly shake with laughter while I groaned.

Of course he will, I thought to myself. Of course he will.