Summary: "Bella, I'll be honest with you. I'm not the marrying kind, and if you're looking for happily ever after you won't find it with me. Now if it's a good time you want—I'm your man."

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Not the Marrying Kind

Chapter 22

The sun shone on the water behind her. The yellow halo from the light and her white gown made her look like an angel; the soft smile on her face entranced him as he walked closer, reaching for her outstretched hand. He fell to his knee before her and slid a ring on her third finger, and when he looked up at her, her eyes shone with tears of joy.

His heart started pounding and over the pure silence of the moment came the sound of cries. Like a car horn coming from the distance the noise started out lower but increased as it moved closer. He dropped her hand and stood. He turned toward the noise and felt her crumble behind him. He looked back, and the noise was coming from her.

He tried to touch her, but she scrambled away. Her cries became louder and harsher. All he could do was back away.

It was their last day together on Bora Bora, and even though they'd intended to sleep in, the early morning sun shining in the room thankfully pulled Edward out of the dream.

Rolling onto his side, his heart beating furiously, he looked at Bella lying next to him, peacefully unaware that he was freaking out. Her soft pink lips were pouting gently, and the sweep of her eyelashes on her cheeks made her look like the beautiful angel in his dream. An odd choking sensation made him slip out of bed.

He hadn't told her he loved her. Just thinking the word love freaked him out, and a panic so real took hold of him. Edward stood next to the bed and realized he needed to get some space before she woke up, and he had to hide what he was feeling.

Bella had given him everything she had from the beginning, and there was no way he was going to ruin it with his freak out. Grabbing a note pad from the desk, Edward wrote Bella a note and slipped a pink flower out of the arrangement on the table, leaving them both on his pillow for her to find when she woke up. He looked back at the bed one last time, slipped on his workout clothes, and headed for the gym.

They'd all gone to a show at a neighboring resort the night before. They'd danced and eaten good food and had left thoroughly happy and relaxed. After going back to their room, Edward and Bella settled into a comfortable companionship that had nothing to do with sex. He caught himself thinking things he shouldn't be thinking and had quickly started to make love to her, distancing himself from the emotional with the physical until they were exhausted and she fell asleep next to him. Sleep hadn't come easily and the dream he had disturbed him deeply.

The repetition of lifting weights did nothing to clear the tight feeling in his chest. He had barely slept and the extra weight he added made his muscles burn. He finished his set, focusing on the water of the lagoon and wished he'd gone out in a kayak instead.

Edward was ashamed by what he was feeling and wanted nothing more than an answer to the questions running through his mind. How could he keep from hurting her?

He set the weights down and knew that he had to get out, the four walls choking him even more. He wiped down the bench and filled his water bottle, then took off for a run on the road leading out of the resort.

It took a bruising pace and Edward being honest with himself to know why he was so panicked. They were leaving the simplistic world they'd found in Bora Bora to go back to their real lives in Seattle, and Edward knew there needed to be some definition to their relationship. A game plan. Bella had asked for that the day they'd arrived, and Edward put her off—asked her to just enjoy their days together and she had. But that didn't change the fact she still wanted more from him than casual dating.

Edward ran, pushing himself hard, and mentally scoffed at the word casual. There was nothing casual about his feelings for Bella. If anything he felt too much for her, at least too much for his comfort. Every step he took led him further and further into his mixed-up mind.

He sprinted another hundred yards or so, and out of breath he slowed, veering off the road to a stretch of beach. He walked down to the water and sat down on the sand. The waves were a bit stronger on the ocean side, and as he focused on the crashing waves, he felt himself calming down.

Fear of failure had pushed Edward his whole life, and putting himself out there emotionally was harder than anything he'd ever done before. As he sat there, maybe for an hour or more, in the sand, he knew what he was going to do. He jumped up with a lighter heart and a smile and took off running.


Bella woke up cold and scooted over, seeking Edward's warmth. She'd become spoiled by the touch of his skin against hers and when she touched nothing but cold sheets, she opened her eyes. She saw the note and flower and frowned.


I went for a run. I'll be back soon.


It was early, much earlier than they'd been waking up. Bella thought about going back to sleep, but the sun was bright in the room. She wrapped herself in a white bathrobe and dug into the bottom of her carry-on bag for her sketch pad.

It had been more than a week since she'd sketched, and suddenly it seemed if she didn't she would burst. Grabbing a bottle of water, she slid the door open and breathed in the salty fresh air. She'd never felt so at peace.

Lying down on the lounge chair, Bella retreated into the creative corners of her mind. Each vision flitted through her brain so vividly, and the translation to paper was flawless. The noise of her pencil against the paper was the only thing she heard, and it scratched furiously as she drafted picture after picture.


Emmett woke for the second morning in a row to a puking wife. She'd slammed the door in his face the previous morning when he'd tried to help, but today accepted the glass of water and washcloth he offered.

He couldn't keep the grin off of his face though when his suspicions were confirmed. "Doesn't seem like a bug, Rosie. Are you going to admit it, or do I need to go get a pregnancy test?"

For the last month, Rosalie had been denying she could be pregnant and refused to take a test to confirm it, but she hadn't had her period since before the wedding. That combined with the sickness in the morning and then feeling fine in the afternoon made Emmett triumphant. They hadn't intended on starting their family so soon, but he was happier than he'd ever thought he could be.

"Don't call me Rosie, you asshole," Rosalie said through clenched teeth before gagging again. She waved him out of the bathroom frantically as she leaned over the toilet.

Emmett got dressed and fixed the bed, so Rosalie could crawl back in when she was done.

Rosalie groaned. "I think the scallops I had last night were bad."

Emmett sat down next to her, brushed her hair off her face and kissed her forehead. "I had scallops, too and I'm fine."

She moaned again and buried her face in the pillow.

"I'm going to run into the village and get a test. I'll bring you back some tea. Anything else you want?"

"Uh, uh." Her response was muffled by the pillow.

"I love you, Rosie girl," Emmett said as he pulled the blanket up over her shoulder and laughed when she swatted his hand away. "I'll be quick."

Emmett jogged down to the front desk and quickly borrowed a jeep from the concierge; an amenity afforded him because of his black Amex. He drove a short distance down the road and pulled into a gravel parking space in the village of Motu Tofari.

The village was situated between two of the larger resorts on the island and was cluttered mostly with tourists browsing the shops and stands filled with native souvenirs. Emmett crossed the road to go into the small pharmacy and caught a glimpse of his brother going into The Black Pearl, a jewelry store and art gallery.

Emmett watched as Edward hesitated for a moment and then ducked into the store. He was surprised to see his brother out so early, considering Edward and Bella had made a habit of sleeping later in the mornings.

Remembering the task at hand, Emmett entered the pharmacy and found the small rack that held the pregnancy tests. Surprised by having more than one choice, he grabbed all three kinds and took them to the counter.

The woman behind the counter smiled and tapped the hand that he wore his wedding band on. "Honeymoon baby?"

Emmett grinned. "I hope so. My wife's been sick, especially in the morning."

"Ahh," she said, understanding easily, and held her hand up for him to wait.

She brought a knotty handful of a brown root tipped in purple and a cutting board. She quickly sliced up the entire root, which from the pungent smell Emmett immediately recognized as ginger. Tossing the roughly chopped ginger and two handfuls of palm sugar into a mortar, she used the pestle to grind the two ingredients together, then dumped them out into a glass jar. She placed it into a brown paper bag next to the tests and dropped two limes in the bag.

"You make your wife Wedang Jahe before she gets out of bed, and she will feel good. You put one spoon of mix in a cup and pour boiling water over it, then squeeze the lime. Let it cool for two minutes then she drinks the tea."

Emmett thanked her profusely and paid the bill, leaving a generous tip. He hoped the tea would sit well in Rosalie's stomach. He also hoped that his suspicions were correct, and they would be expecting a baby.

Leaving the pharmacy, he crossed the road and looked in the window of The Black Pearl. Edward was standing at the counter holding a black box in his hand. Emmett moved to the side and waited a few minutes for Edward to come out.

"What'd you buy me?" Emmett's voice carried when Edward stepped out of the store, startling Edward.

"What the hell are you doing here, Em?" Edward said and quickly slipped the small box in his pocket.

Emmett threw his arm around Edward's shoulder. "I needed to get something for Rosie." He noticed Edward's sweat-dampened shirt. "Did you walk here?"

"No, I ran. I needed to run this morning."

Emmett patted his perfectly flat stomach. "I understand. Too much food. I've probably gained twenty pounds since the wedding. I'm going to be in sore shape when I get back to my routine."

"Maybe I'll have to join you and watch you sweat for once to keep up with me." Edward said slyly as he climbed into the jeep.

Emmett snorted. "Not going to happen. I'll still run circles around you."

Edward laughed, but then turned quiet and looked out the window.

Never one to be subtle, Emmett put his hand out. "Are you going to show me what you bought?"

Edward hesitated for a moment. "What?"

"Nice try. I saw you. Suck it up and show me."

"God, Emmett. You're a pain in the ass."

"Show. Me." He put his hand out again.

Edward sighed and pulled out the box, flipping the lid open.

"Holy shit!" Emmett exclaimed and reached for the box. "That's amazing. What kind of stone is it?"

"It's a pink diamond. I was looking for something small, a promise ring, I guess, but I saw it and had to buy it."

Emmett handed the ring box back. He was shocked, not only by the unique ring and the size of the diamond, but by the fact that Edward had bought an engagement ring.

"So, are you going to ask her?" Emmett asked, still surprised.

Edward looked like he'd swallowed something horrible. "I, um." He took a deep breath and shook his head. "Yeah. I'm…I don't know how yet, but yeah. I'm gonna ask her."

"Hell, yeah!" Emmett yelled and slapped Edward on the shoulder. "I thought for sure you were going to fuck this up."

"Well, don't get ahead of yourself and say anything. I want to do it right."

"You're going to do it here?"

Edward nodded. "Tonight." The look on his face wasn't as confident as he sounded, and he was quiet for the rest of the trip, hopping out of the jeep and thanking his brother for the ride with a nod of his head before stalking off toward his room.


When she heard the front door open, Bella was pulled out of her creative trance and was shocked to find the sun shining fully upon her. The sheer curtain fluttered to the side as Edward came through the door. He was sweaty, his hair wild on his head, and his cheeks were flushed.

"Good morning. What are you doing out here?"

Bella closed her pad and held it up to show him, swinging her legs over the side, sitting up. "I was inspired by the morning and took the opportunity to sketch some things that have been rattling around in my brain. Did you have a good run?"

He sat on the chair next to her and ran his hands through his hair and looked over at her with a smile. "I did."

Bella reached set her sketch pad down on top of her pencil case and reached for his hand, clasping it tightly and bringing it to her lips for a kiss. "I missed you this morning."

Edward smiled and pulled on her hand until she lay on top of him. He felt so strong, and Bella relished the feeling. He kissed her lips softly and then situated himself, opening his legs so she was flush against him.

"I'm not ready to go home," Bella said quietly into his chest.

"Why not?"

Bella blinked and sighed. "It's going to be different. It's easy to forget everything here. Work will be there to distract us. The new line should start shipping at the end of month, and Rosalie and I need to prepare for fashion week in October. We aren't ready at all."

"I was thinking the same thing. I still need to go back and deal with Alec and the mess he made." Edward sighed deeply and pulled her closer, letting a few moments go before he kissed her again.

"Today's our last day here. What are we going to do before dinner?"

Bella groaned a little bit. "Can't we just stay here like this all day?"

She felt his smile in her hair. "We could, but what a waste. I can hold you like this back home."

Bella sat up between his legs and turned her face to the sun. "What are Emmett and Rosalie doing?"

"I don't know. Why don't you go call them while I wash this sweat off?" Bella nodded and started to get up, but Edward pulled her back, his face serious and suddenly intense. "I…uh…I," he shook his head. "I really care about you, Bella. I don't want things to change when we get back."

Bella smiled brightly and took his cheeks between her hands. It wasn't an "I love you", but it was the next best thing. She kissed him deeply until he moaned into her mouth and pulled her against his hardness.

"I changed my mind. Forget about calling Em and Rose. Take a shower with me."

Bella giggled and let him carry her into the room.


"Woo Hoo!" Emmett yelled and picked Rosalie up, swinging her around. The third test was as positive as the rest of them. "You're going to be my baby's momma."

Rosalie was terrified and wanted to push out of Emmett's arms. She didn't know how to be a mother. Panic was filling her throat, and she thought she might throw up again. She pushed out of Emmett's arms. "You're making me sick, Emmett," she said quietly. "Put me down before I barf on you."

He sat down on the toilet and pulled her down on his lap. "Didn't the tea help?" Emmett was so concerned, and Rosalie loved him for it.

"It helped." Tears prickled at her eyelids and one rolled down her cheek.

"Baby? Why are you crying?" Emmett turned her face up to his and kissed away the droplet.

"I can't do this. I don't know how to do this," she said, her voice filled with despair.

He hugged her closer. "Do what? Be pregnant? Your body's doing it, sweetie. I'll help you."

Emmett was misunderstanding her. She shook her head. "I can't be a mom. I don't know how."

"You're going to be the most amazing mom ever."

"I'm not, Emmett. Have you met my mom? What if I'm just like her, and I leave you like she did my dad? What if I do what she did to me and Bella?" Her tears quickly changed into sobs.

"Why are we having this conversation on a toilet?" Emmett asked and picked her up in his arms. He carried her over to the bed and slid her into the blankets then crawled in beside her. He pulled away the strands of hair that were stuck to her wet cheeks and smoothed the rest away from her face. "From the day I met you, I knew you were going to be the mother of my children. I've loved you for so long, Rosalie Cullen, and I've never once doubted your capacity to love. You're going to be a great mother. We're going to be great parents because of the mother's we had. Never doubt that, baby. I love you so much, and we're in this together forever. I'll never let you leave me. I'll follow you to the ends of the earth."

Rosalie fell asleep next to Emmett. He was so deliriously happy. He held her close, and when the phone rang, he grabbed it off the nightstand on the first ring, whispering into the receiver so he didn't wake her up..


"What are you guys doing?" Edward asked.

Emmett rolled away from Rosalie. "Rose isn't feeling well. We're just relaxing."

"Okay. You wanna do something today?"

"No, I think we're just going to chill. I was thinking of booking her a spa appointment before dinner tonight, a little pampering. You want me to book, Bella, too. Get her ready for her big night?"

There was a shuffling noise on the other line. "You didn't say anything to Rose, did you?" Edward asked.

"No. I didn't."

"Ok good, 'cause I haven't decided if I want to do it until later, just her and I."

"Don't worry. I won't ruin your surprise. So, you want me to schedule the appointment for Bella?"

"Let me ask her." Emmett heard them talking in the background.

"Rosalie's not feeling well. They're just going to chill today, but Em's making a spa appointment for her before dinner. You want to go with her?"

"What's wrong with her? Does she need me?"

"No, I think she's sleeping. Stop that. Emmett's with her."

"Give me the phone."

"Emmett, what's wrong with my sister?"

"Hey Bells, something she ate last night didn't agree with her, and she's feeling crummy. She's taking a nap. Go to the spa with her later this afternoon. She'll feel better after a massage."

"Okay. Should we cancel dinner?"

"No. It's our last night here."

"Okay," she said hesitantly. "Are you sure she's okay?"

"Yep. She's fine. I'll schedule the appointment for four. Just meet her there."

"Okay. Here's Edward." Bella handed the phone back to Edward.

"I think we're going to go snorkeling if you decide to join us. I'll have Bella back at four."

"Sounds good. Talk to you later."

Emmett quickly made the appointment for Rosalie and Bella and hung up the phone, turning the ringer off. He snuggled next to Rosalie, pulling her close and promptly fell asleep, content.


Bella walked into the Miri-Miri spa a few minutes after four and saw her sister standing there waiting, looking beautiful as always.

"You're late."

Bella grinned at her sister. "I'm not late. I'm on island time."

Rosalie snorted but then smiled and took a deep breath as the receptionist called their names.

They were led into a room with the most amazing views of Mount Otemanu. They were given luxurious robes to change into and were both assigned a server who took their drink orders before helping them chose the services they would receive. Bella ordered a ginger margarita and a hot stone massage. She looked at her sister questioningly when she only ordered fruit juice. Rosalie wasn't one to pass up a good drink.

Rosalie shrugged. "My stomach is still queasy."

Bella didn't think about it again, and she settled in for her massage while Rosalie opted to see the aesthetician first. The deep rubbing and hot stones worked wonders on Bella's body. She was starting to feel the soreness from the week of activity and felt like jelly when she got up off the table.

Ordering another drink, Bella wrapped herself back up in the robe and waited as Rosalie finished and joined her for a manicure and pedicure.

Bella felt lazy and indulgent as she waited. She was enjoying the warmth of the silver tequila in her stomach and couldn't help but giggle as her sister cringed when she sat down.

"I told you not to get waxed here."

"Shut up. My cootchie's on fire, and I don't need you rubbing it in," Rosalie said through gritted teeth.

Bella had opted not to go for the Brazilian, preferring to manicure herself and not ruin her and Edward's last night together. She took another sip of her margarita and giggled again as the tech reached for her foot, tickling her.

Rosalie laughed. "Oh shit, you're wasted, aren't you?"

Bella's cheeks were stained red from the alcohol, and she shook her head. "I'm not drunk. I'm relaxed."

"You're giggling like a drunken fool."

"I'm just happy."

Rosalie smiled over at her sister. "You really are happy, aren't you?"

"So happy," Bella said with a sigh. "But then it's so easy to be happy in paradise."

Wasting little time and taking advantage of her sister's buzzed state, Rosalie asked her sister the question she'd been obsessing over. "What are your and Edward's plans when you get home?"

Bella took another sip of her margarita and shrugged. "We haven't talked about it. I guess we'll just continue the way we've been."

"You love him," Rosalie said quietly, not really a question; a statement.

Bella closed her eyes for a second and nodded. "I'm crazy in love with him. I think I have been since the beginning."

"Well, I think he loves you, too. Have you told him?"

Nodding her head, Bella took another sip and relaxed even more in the seat. "I told him, but I think it freaked him out. He was acting weird last night, but seemed fine this morning. He's scared," she added quietly.

Rosalie scoffed. "What's he scared of?"

"Commitment, I guess." She shrugged again, but interrupted Rosalie before she could speak.

"There's a part of me that wants him to tell me he loves me and wants me forever, but we've only been together for a couple weeks. I can't force this—I can't force him, even though I know he's it for me. It all needs to come together when we get home and not here in this bubble we've created."

"I guess you're right. I forget you've only been together such a short time. You guys are so intense together, and I don't know. So right together?"

"It's really up to him. I know he cares for me and wants to be with me. I feel stupid for admitting this, but I feel like I'll take whatever he offers me right now."

Rosalie didn't know how to respond to that so she sat back and sighed. She wanted to shake some sense into Edward before he hurt Bella, but she knew she needed to stay out of it.

They changed the subject, and Bella launched into telling Rosalie about what she'd sketched and her ideas for the new line.

"I love the fabrics you bought in India and was inspired by the saris and lehengas. I especially loved the white and silver. I can't wait to show you. I also sketched a bunch of jewelry." Bella explained more and as they sat there getting their toes done they got caught up in tossing ideas around.

"I was talking with Emmett before I came over, and I think we are going to cut the honeymoon short and go home with you guys tomorrow. We'll postpone Hawaii for now. I'm ready to see my house and just start living. I'm also excited to get sewing in the studio."

"Your house is so amazing, Rose. I can't wait for you to see it, and I can't wait to work in the studio with you." Bella clasped Rosalie's hand and caught a glimpse of something unfamiliar in her sister's face.

"Are you okay?" she asked quietly, giving her sister's hand a squeeze.

Rosalie gave her a wavering smile. "Everything's so different. I was so caught up planning the wedding and honeymoon, buying the house and working. I never really pictured what beyond that would look like.

"What if I suck at being a wife, Bella? I love Emmett so much that sometimes I freak out. He has the power to destroy me, and I feel scared. Part of me wants to push him away, put some distance between us, and then that makes me want to pull him closer." She put her hands on her head.

"I'm a mess, Bells. What if I do what mom did?"

"You're nothing like Mom. There's not a selfish bone in you, Rose. Mom's selfish, and the only thing she ever thinks about is herself. Emmett loves you too much to let you go. He'll fight for you in a way that Dad never did for Mom. He let her go, but Emmett won't sit back and let you make that mistake."

Rosalie swallowed a sob. "That's what he said. He told me he'd follow me to the end of Earth."

"And he will. You're already an amazing wife. If you didn't care, then you wouldn't be worried about it. Be confident in your love, Rose. Be confident that you won't be like Mom."

Rosalie looked up at the ceiling and wiped the moisture off her lower lashes then kissed her sister's hand. "I love you, Bells. You're the best gift Mom and Dad ever gave me."

Bella opened her arms and despite the awkwardness of the nail techs still working on their toes they hugged, laughing at each other when they saw the expressions on the girls' faces.

"God, we're such a mess," Rosalie said with a huge smile. "Let's get our hair done and then I have a surprise for you. Well, more than one, but I'll give you your gift first."


Edward walked into the lounge with Emmett. His stomach was rolling and he almost went back to his room. Emmett just laughed and ordered them both a scotch on the rocks. Edward downed his shot, needing the liquid courage, instead of savoring it.

The little black box was burning a hole in his pocket. Laying in the sand early that morning, it had hit Edward that he wanted to make a promise to Bella. The thought of marriage still scared him, but he wanted forever with her. He wanted what Emmett and Rosalie had, and he wanted to make Bella happy by giving her what she wanted.

His thought when he walked into The Black Pearl had been to find her something to remember their trip by, something simple. A promise ring like he'd told Emmett, but the minute he saw the rose gold diamond ring, he had to have it. He bought the three and a half caret ring and had been obsessing over it all day.

"You look like you're going to puke. I'd say Rosie gave you her bug, but that's not possible."

Edward didn't catch what Emmett was saying and shook his head, ordering another drink. "I'm fine. Just nervous. You promise not to say anything, right?"

"Dude, I'm not going to screw this up. I didn't even tell Rosie."

Edward raised his eyebrows. "I'm going to tell her you keep calling her that."

Emmett laughed. "She loves it. She just won't admit it. My endearments turn her into mush."

Edward was saved from responding to Emmett by the girls coming into the lounge. Rosalie was gorgeous, and heads turned, as always, when she walked in wearing a beige dress. It was strapless and form fitting, showing off her model figure. She moved to the side, and all the air went out of Edward's lungs.

It was the exact feeling he had when Bella walked into the living room on their first date. She was stunning. Her dark blue dress made her skin look like the most luscious cream, and the dress, although not as revealing as Rosalie's, showed off every curve of her body. Her hair was wavy and shining, and her lips seemed to be begging Edward to kiss the red lipstick off until she was breathless.

He didn't remember walking toward her, or taking her into his arms. All he remembered was the lightning bolt that hit him. He kissed her deeply and told her against her lips how beautiful she was.

Edward felt the swat against his shoulder. Rosalie hit him with her purse. "Get off her, perv. You're making a scene."

Bella laughed and tried to pull back, but he held her close. "Jesus Christ, Bella. You take my breath away," he said against her hair.

She laughed again and pulled away to take the drink Emmett was holding out to her. She reached behind her and held out her hand to Edward. He threaded his fingers through hers and brought their clasped hands to his lips.

He was stunned and as he followed the group to their table he was lamenting the lost opportunity to tell her he loved her. Taking the chance as they were separated going around a corner, he pulled her back into his chest, stopping her.

Edward turned her around and kissed her smiling lips again.

"What's gotten in to you?" she asked between her laughter.

"Bella, I love you." He said it quietly, seriously. "I love you."

She rubbed her thumb over his cheek and pressed a kiss against his lips. "I love you, too."

Edward felt triumphant and could barely contain his smile as he took the lead and led her to the table where Emmett and Rosalie were looking at them speculatively.

"I had to kiss her again," he explained with a shrug of his shoulders. Bella's cheeks were red as he held her chair out for her.

The sun was setting over the lagoon and the candlelight in the restaurant only enhanced the mood. The food was delicious, and Edward felt too stuffed to eat the dessert Emmett ordered along with the bottle of the most expensive champagne the restaurant offered.

The server poured them four glasses of champagne, and Edward watched as Emmett and Rosalie whispered among themselves over the glass. Rosalie shaking her head until Emmett kissed her and put the glass in her hands.

Emmett stood up and put his hand on Rosalie's shoulder. "I couldn't ask for two better people to be here enjoying this amazing, magical place with us. Rosalie, my love for you grows every day. I can't imagine a minute without you, and as we start this new chapter in our lives I want to raise a toast to you all. I love you, baby and Edward and Bella, I love you both. Thank you for being a part of our lives.

"Here's to our future: Husband and wife, brothers and sisters, and in eight months, aunts and uncles, parents and godparents."

He raised his glass and Edward raised his glass taking a sip with a smile not catching on as quickly as Bella, who squealed and jumped up.

"A baby? I knew it!" She went around him and grabbed her sister. "Oh my God, Rosalie! You're going to be a mommy."

There was laughter and hugs. It took a minute to register with Edward, but he caught on and offered a firm handshake to his brother, congratulating him.

"Hell, E you should buy the house next door and we can all be neighbors." He pulled Edward close and whispered in his ear. "Ask her quick and get her pregnant, too. Let's do this together."

All the blood drained from Edward's face, and he felt like the wind had been knocked out of him.

No. He wasn't ready for this.

He pasted a fake smile on his face and steadied his shaking hand with his drink while the other three celebrated at the table. With every second that went by he freaked out a little more but hid it well from everyone.

By the time they were ready to go back to their room, Edward was in the worst place emotionally that he'd even been.


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