I do not own twilight - Stephenie Meyer does!

So, here's the Sequel, as promised. I'm sorry it took so long - I've been off school and now I'm going back soon and i've been super busy!
If you haven't read Betrothed, I'd recommened it, otherwise this story might not make much sense to you.

Please review!

Hope you enjoy.

I woke up to bright blinding rays flooding the room; Edward had clearly opened the curtains when he'd got up.

Doesn't he know that pregnancy really does not make girls morning persons?!

I jumped up, grabbing a dress and tried to shove it over me. It was no use, I was getting too big. I sighed and walked into the girl's living room and was not at all surprised to find Rose and Alice there.

"Ugh," I groaned, sitting down heavily. "My clothes don't even fit me anymore!"

Alice laughed, "Esme's getting the house's seamstresses to loosen some of our hems." I looked at her blankly and she rolled her eyes. "You really don't know anything about clothes do you? – the seamstresses are making the clothes bigger for us."

"When will they be ready?" I sighed, rubbing my head as it throbbed painfully from the light.

Alice shrugged, "Soon, I guess," she said. "But in the meantime…just use Edward's shirts."

"Okay," I sighed and stomped back into the bedroom, where I found Edward himself, reading. "Can I use one of your shirts?"

He looked up at me from his book, an amused expression on his face.

"You're massive, Bella!" He cried and I stuck my tongue out at him, he kissed me for a few minutes and then laughed. "Help yourself."

I walked over to the draw and grabbed a shirt, yanked it over me, and then pulled some leggings on underneath.

Alice nodded appreciatively from the doorway, "Good choice, young Bella, but you still have a lot to learn." She said, walking over to my dressing table, and pulling out various necklaces. She threw me one that wouldn't be too heavy and then leaned back to look at me. "There's something missing."

I groaned and waited patiently through the make-up and earrings and god-knows-what else. But, eventually, I had to pull away to bring up my dinner in the toilet.

"Stupid freakin' pregnancy!" I cursed as I washed out my mouth and then stumbled down the stairs. Without falling over, may I add.

Take that, Edward!

Carlisle was reading when I stumbled past his study – is that all anyone does around here? What ever happened to eating?

God, this pregnancy really was getting the best of me. I hadn't read a book in what seemed like years.

But no time to think about that now. Gotta eat.

The new maid smiled as I walked in, I didn't bother to ask her name. I was too hungry.

She handed me a large plate of waffles and I smiled up at her. Now, this maid. I liked this maid. She didn't look like the type who'd try to kill me.

"What's your name?" I asked curiously.

"Angela, Ma'am," she said, her smile not wavering in the slightest.

I nodded, "Please call me Bella." I said as I dug into the massive plate.

I'd just finished when Tyler and Mike – the dog – ran in, "Bella! Come quick!"

I frowned, jumping out of my seat. "What is it?" I cried.

"Miss Alice said you know all about poisons and cures, Miss," Tyler explained as we rushed up the stairs – well, as fast one pregnant woman, a security guard, and a dog can rush anyway. "It's Miss Rosalie."

My eyes widened as we staggered into Rose's bedroom, she lie still as death on the bed. I ran over to her.

Alice put a hand on my shoulder, "She's been poisoned."

I put my head in my hands, "Oh god," I whispered. "It's happening all over again."