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Six Months Later

"Honey, why didn't you get the 'stand 'n stuff' kind?" I ask impatiently as I examine the yellow box on the counter.

We're having tacos for dinner, and I'm ready to start assembling mine.

"I didn't see them at the store. Sorry," he replies with a shrug.

A shrug! Like it's no big deal.

"They always have them. You should've looked harder." I'm suddenly so irritated with him, I can't even look at him.

"What's the problem? It's a fucking taco shell. Chill out."

Oh, he's going down.

I give him my best death glare. "Chill out?"

"Yeah, it's not the end of the world," he says nonchalantly while getting cups out for our drinks.

"Whatever." Taking a deep breath, I move to start assembling my tacos. I guess he's right. I just need to calm down. But as I'm walking to the table, one of my tacos falls over on my plate, and most of the contents spill out of it.

I stop and clench my teeth together, breathing harshly through my nose, then continue to the table and sit down. Edward is eyeing me warily because he knows if he had gotten the right taco shells, this wouldn't have happened.

I slowly pick up my fork, raise it high above my head, and then proceed to violently stab everything on my plate until I'm left with what can only be described as taco salad.

When I'm done, I look at Edward's shocked expression and immediately drop my head into my hands and burst into tears.

I don't just have a few tears trickling down my face. I'm full-on bawling.

"I don't know what's wrong with me," I wail.

He pulls one of my hands away from my face and squeezes it in his. "Honey, you're pregnant. It's just your hormones," he says gently.

He wasn't too happy with me earlier, but now he's being sweet since he's figured out that the evil hormones took over my personality for the last 10 minutes.

I calm myself down to a few sniffles and continue to hold his hand for a minute to ground me. He reaches over and wipes the last remaining tears away with his thumb and strokes my cheek.

I sigh.

"Better?" he asks.

"Better. Sorry about that," I say sheepishly.

"It's okay. Although it was a little scary there for a minute. I thought you were about to stab me with your fork."

"The thought did cross my mind," I say with a smile so he knows I'm joking.

Edward laughs and goes back to eating his fully intact tacos. I dig into my taco salad happily.

It's really a miracle that we were able to get pregnant. We had tried for three and a half years with no success.

We eventually discovered that I had a thyroid issue. After getting that treated, I had to get back on birth control because the treatment was a radioactive iodine pill. I wasn't allowed to get pregnant for a year afterward.

I cried my tears for the babies I would never have and continued on with life.

A year after the treatment, I was supposed to go to the gynecologist to get my birth control prescription renewed, but with work and everything, I just didn't make the time to do it.

Three months later, I was at the doctor with a chest cold. The nurse asked when my last menstrual cycle was, as they always do, and it had been several weeks. She asked if I could be pregnant, and I told her I doubted it. My cycles are just irregular. She said she'd run a pregnancy test, just in case, and I didn't think anything more of it.

After I got home, I realized she'd forgotten to run the pregnancy test. For some reason, I felt like I should make sure since they'd given me some strong antibiotics.

I had some old tests in my bathroom that hadn't quite expired yet, so I took one.

I stared at the two solid pink lines for an interminable length of time and then took two more tests.

All positive.

I just remember saying, "Oh, my God," over and over again with my hand over my mouth. I finally pulled myself together and called Edward on his cell. He was just as shocked as I was.

Three Months Later




Why the hell are they yelling this at me? It's not like I have a fucking choice.

I bear down and give it everything I've got until I feel sweet relief. Then comes the most incredible sound I could ever hear—my daughter's first wail of dissatisfaction at being thrust into the world.

As they clean all the goo off her on my belly, I just stare at her little pink body. All ten finger and all ten toes, a tuft of what looks like bronze-colored hair on the top of her head, face scrunched up and mouth wide open, screaming.

I'm in love.

It crashes over me, and I'm drowning in the love I feel for this little girl. It completely overwhelms me, and I couldn't wipe the smile off my face if I tried.

The nurses take her to the scale while the doctor works on stitching me up.

Yeah…fun stuff.

"Nine pounds, fifteen ounces!"

"Tall women can hide big babies," my doctor had said.

Apparently so.

I hear a chorus of "whoa" and "big girl!". I'm pretty sure I say "holy shit," but it doesn't matter. She's healthy, and that's all I care about. So what if none of the newborn size clothes we have will fit her? She's beautiful.

Edward leans over and presses his forehead into my temple and says, "You did it, baby. You're amazing."

I smile and blush, because hearing something so sweet and sincere from him always warms me from the inside. I turn my head to kiss him, and then my eyes immediately gravitate back toward our daughter.

They bring her back to me all bundled up like a burrito, and I just stare at her face. Her eyes are actually open, and she's looking up at me calmly.

I hear a camera click, and a big smile spreads my lips. That's going to be a great picture.

Later that evening, I'm resting comfortably. Carlisle and Esme and Charlie, Sue, and Claire have all been by to visit. Edward is holding our baby girl, humming softly to her. I'm not sure he knows any children's songs, so it's probably Led Zeppelin or something, but it doesn't matter.

I can't take my eyes off of them.

There's a short knock on the door before Alice peeks in. I wave her in, and Jasper walks in behind her, followed by Rose and Emmett.

After Alice and Jasper's secret wedding, they still had to do the long distance thing until they figured out all the logistics of combining their lives. It only took about a month and a half. But Alice told me it was torture, and she didn't know how Edward and I went so long being apart.

These days, I don't know how we did it either.

Emmett finally manned up about six years ago and asked Rose out. They've been together ever since and have been married over three years now, living happily in Georgetown near the Cullens.

Everyone is in town to welcome our sweet baby into the world, and I couldn't be happier.

Alice is bouncing up and down on her toes, so Edward just chuckles and hands over the baby. He knows she can't wait.

Jasper moves in to give Edward a brotherly hug, and Emmett slaps him on the back.

"Way to get one past the goalie, Ed," Emmett says with a dimply grin.

"So classy," Edward replies, shaking his head and laughing.

He's so happy to be a daddy, I don't think anything could irritate him at this moment.

"So…are you finally going to tell us the name?" Rose asks impatiently.

"Yeah, you can't keep it a secret any longer. We're dying here," says Alice dramatically.

I roll my eyes and smile. "Yes, yes, I know it's been killing you not to know."

Edward clears his throat and says, "This is Kendra Renee Cullen."

My mom passed away the same year we got married, in December. I got the call at 1 AM one night and sobbed for who knows how long, while Edward just wrapped his body around me for support. It didn't matter that we weren't particularly close or that I was somewhat prepared for her death. I still wasn't ready to lose her. She was my mother, after all, and I wanted to honor her in some way.

Alice looks down at our little girl. "Kendra," she says softly, running a fingertip down her tiny nose. "I don't remember you mentioning that name before. Does it have some special meaning?"

I lock eyes with Edward, mine suddenly brimming with tears for some reason. Stupid hormones. We shoot crazy-happy grins at each other and say together, "Magic."

*wipes tear* This was my very first story, so it's hard for me to say goodbye. I can't tell you how much I appreciate all of you sticking with me for so long. I'll just say it's hard to write a story based on personal events. Harder than making it all up, which surprised me for sure.

Our little magic baby is almost three now, and our second child is drooling on me as I'm typing this. :D

Anyway, thank you all again so much. It's been a fun ride! :)