Hey , people just saying that the first couple of chapters will be in Reene's pov and then it would go to Bella's . This is my first FanFic

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I certently do not own twilight

(Reene pov)

I am the happiest woman on earth and also the luckiest one. My name is Renee. I am average height with honey brown hair that reaches my shoulders. I'm married to the most amazing and wonderful man you can imagine. His name is Charlie… Charlie Swan.

He is so sweet and caring. He has dark brown locks that stick in every direction and he is a few inches taller than I am.

Ooh… as well as that, something that's a part of him and non-forgettable is his adorable blush that embarrasses him to death.

Right now we are living in Phoenix, which is really beautiful. The sun is always out, which makes this place even better.

I love the sun and just can't live without it. I don't know if I would ever be able to survive in a city that's any less sunny then Phoenix.

My husband is always at work. You see, he is the police chief in Phoenix, which means he is always really busy.

Lately, over the past few weeks, I have been feeling a bit under the weather and I have no idea why. So I decided to see a doctor.

Others may disagree, but in my opinion, hospitals are awful. It's not because of the people but because of the bad and negative energy the patient's project.

I had been waiting for more than two hours and the doctors still hadn't given me my results or had even come by to tell me that they would be coming soon. At first, I didn't mind waiting, but the child in the room next to mine kept crying and it was driving me insane. Not to mention the room I was in! The room was in good quality, don't get me wrong, but the walls were too white and just too lifeless. The dim light bulb wasn't helping matters either.

Despite that though, the room was actually quite decent. It had a brown couch by the wall, next to a small black table full of uninteresting magazines. It also had a bed by the window, which I hoped I wouldn't be occupying. There was also a large window on the side so you can see most of the city. It was a pretty good sight actually. There were also brown shiny cabinets along with a sink.

I was getting really impatient and I was worried. What if there was something wrong with me but they just didn't want to tell me? I do deserve to know. After all, it is my life.

I was about to go and demand my test results, when the door finally opened revealing my doctor, Mr. Lansky. He was quite handsome but not enough for me to consider cheating on my husband. He had blue eyes, tanned skin and black hair. Dr. Lansky had a white coat like all the doctors, a blue shirt, and black dress pants that did not go with him. He was also wearing a big smile that showed me he was definitely hiding something from me. He was getting on my nerves. I was about to open my mouth when he stepped forward with a white paper in his hand.

"Congratulations Mrs. Swan! All those symptoms you had were caused by the pregnancy," he explained.

Oh. … I can't believe this… I'm pregnant?! This can't be right… what am I going to do? I don't know anything about kids, let alone babies. After seeing my shocked expression, Dr. Lansky took the opportunity to continue with his explanation.

"But I think you should know that there is a slight problem," he said. His face was serious but I could see something hiding in his eyes… something different but definitely not concern at all.

This can't be happening! I wanted to have a child, but I didn't want it to have some disability. It would be too much for me to handle. I remembered some of my mom's friends saying that babies with disabilities were different, and difficult to control and take care of.

I looked back at Dr. Lansky, but what I saw was unexpected. He had a huge smile on his face, all the seriousness gone. I didn't understand him! Why would he be happy that my baby had some problem? I couldn't take it anymore; I had to ask him. It was so frustrating not knowing what was wrong with me; especially if it involved my first baby.

"What's wrong with me and my baby?" I asked. "I demand to know."

"You're going to need more hands and help," he replied, with the smile still on his face.

What did he mean by "more hands"? I didn't understand him!

"You're expecting twins Mrs. Swan! Congratulations to you and your husband!"

I felt like jumping up and down like a little kid on Christmas day, but since some of my friends told me that you're not supposed to move a lot during the first couple months of pregnancy, I decided not to.

And with that he left me in the room, surprised by the new editions to my family. I had to run to catch up with him, so that I could make another appointment to find out the progress of my babies. As I ran down the hall to catch up with Dr. Lansky, I imagined me and one of my babies playing outside. I imagined me fixing her hair, dressing her up, going shopping with her… all those things that mothers were supposed to do with their daughters.

However, all those images were interrupted by the thought of having a boy. Of course I would love my baby no matter what, but I knew that he would be more attached to Charlie than me and that would upset me. I knew that I shouldn't think like that because my child would like me no matter what.

When I finally got to the entrance, a lot of people were waiting there. I decided to thank Dr. Lansky and make my appointment some other day. After all, today I had great news to share with my lovely husband!

As I rode home, I thought about Charlie. I was excited about his reaction. Aw, he was going to be so happy. He had always wanted a child but I told him we had to wait for me to learn how to take care of the two of us first. And then we could have a baby - or in this case two babies. And now I'm going to have twins without even knowing how to take care of one child.

I shouldn't be too worried though. My mom said that great mothers don't exist and to be at least a good parent people need years of practice, which I was going to need. Anyway, I knew that Charlie would help me and not leave everything to me, which makes it easier.

Now that I thought about Charlie, I really hoped he was home already. I didn't want to wait to tell him about the good news.

As I walked in the house, I realized that this was what our marriage needed. I also looked at what was going to become a home for my children. I knew that it would be a place where they were going to be safe and loved with two happy parents.

Just as I crossed the one-inch wooden door, my gaze fell upon the living room, where the sound of the TV was loud enough for me to hear. Just as I expected, my husband was there waiting for me to go and give him the good news that would change our lives forever.

When he turned around and met my eyes, I could tell there was worry in them, which was caused by my absence. In that moment I decided to play a little game with him.

"Charlie I have some news," I tried to say in my most concerned voice.

"Is something wrong?" he asked instantly. "You took too long in the hospital! I was waiting for your call but I never got it. I hurried home and decided to wait for you here," he said worriedly.

It was so cute to see him like this.

"I think I have a problem. The doctor said that this… disease could last 9 months," I replied.

"Please tell me what's wrong! Maybe I could help, Renee," he begged.

I could tell he was getting really worried and decided to just tell him the truth and also apologize.

"Charlie, I'm sorry for scaring you like this. Don't worry; I'm not sick at all. I'm just going to be growing; along with this family and your patience as well."

"Wait a minute… you're pregnant?" he asked, surprised, "…this is just incredible... please tell me your not lying? Because we need to get things ready! A crib, bottles and a few diapers...," He began listing off several items we would need.

I had to cut him off right there and tell him the other news about my pregnancy.

"Charlie we are going to need more than that you know. Maybe two cribs or one big one, and a lot more diapers," I explained- and again he looked confused, so I decided to be straight forward.

"We are going to have twins Charlie! Can you imagine that?" I smiled.

"Renee, this is the most amazing thing! I know that we're going to be good parents."

After the good news, he gave me a long and passionate kiss, along with a big bear hug. He showed me how happy he was with my pregnancy. These were the times with Charlie that I would never trade for the rest of the world. These were the times that would never be forgotten.

5 months later

We had gotten everything that our babies could need. Charlie had been more attentive since I told him about my pregnancy and he was always giving me random tender kisses which I was not bothered by. Now we were going to the doctor so that they could check on how the babies were doing. I couldn't wait to have a peek at my babies. This time they were going to tell us the sex of them so we could be prepared.

I truly wished they were girls so that they could inherit my beauty. If it was a boy, he would probably look like Charlie, and I didn't want him to. It wasn't that Charlie was ugly; he just had common features. I wanted my baby to be unique just like me. After wishing the babies were girls, Dr. Lansky entered the room with all the necessary equipment in hand. When they were applying the gel on my huge rounded stomach, I had a feeling that I had never felt before in my life; almost like I knew that there was going to be something wrong with the babies. And I suddenly felt nervous....

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