This fanfiction heavily draws inspiration from some episodes of Grey's Anatomy season 9, thus I lay no claim on the originality of the plot, but merely contributed to a Twilight adaptation of it. Hope you enjoy this!
As the rays of the morning sun warmed up the bedroom, Bella woke up to a soft sensation behind her ear, Edward's warm exhale tickling her sensitive skin. His arms tightened around her waist, the pad of his thumbs stroking her stomach. The gentle ministrations brought a smile on her face.
"Today is a big day." He whispered into her ear. Bella nuzzled into his side, feeling more awake by the second.
"Yeah, it is. I'm excited about it."
"Wait, really?" Disbelief coloured his words. His emotionally restrained wife wasn't someone who got excited over sharing personal details with their co-workers. He nudged her shoulder down, forcing her to face him. Her face showed her confusion, so he tried to ask her again.
"Are you finally going to tell Rosalie that you're pregnant?"
"Huh? What are you talking about?" Her face drew a blank.
"Well, today is the last day of your first trimester. I thought you were waiting until then to tell Rosalie."
"Edward. I was talking about the 3-D printer that I ordered. It should be set up in the hospital by today." She rolled her eyes. Edward looked at her in amusement, his crooked smile making her heart flutter to this day. He gently stroked her arm, sending warmth down her body.
"Babe, my ears are going to fall off if you even think about telling me more about your 3-D printed liver models. Come on, it's the end of your first trimester. It isn't wrong to find some happiness in that. Let's focus on that. Relax a little. Go tell your best friend, she'll be happy for you." Placing a searing kiss on her lips, he got up from her clutches and stood by the bed, trying to shake the sleepiness away. Bella lay awake in the bed, staring at his chiselled face. It wasn't that she was not happy, of course she was. They had such a hard time over the past few years trying to conceive. She knew how badly Edward wanted kids. He made her want to have kids, a desire she never knew she had. Before she could delve too deep into her thoughts, Edward pulled her from the bed, and soon any worry she could have was forgotten, replaced by the sensation of his warm kisses all across her body. The hunk of her husband was going to be the death of her.
Edward was about to walk into the interns' locker room to collect his intern of the day, Dr. Newton, but paused when he caught the tail end of a conversation about Dr. Cullen. Catching up with the hospital gossip never hurt anybody, so he leaned by the entryway, straining his ears to listen in, while putting a nonchalant appearance.
"Dr. Cullen rejected my cookies." An intern complained.
"That sounds dirty."
"No, you idiot. I bought a box of cookies for Dr. Cullen, seeing as he's been depressed since a month. I'm on his service today, so I'm trying to get some brownie points. I haven't seen the inside of an OR in days." An intern groaned.
"Well, his wife has been gone for over a month. Apparently, she has been attending a bunch of seminars across the east coast regarding alternative approaches to pain relief. I can't believe she can afford to be away from work for a month."
"She is an attending anesthesiologist. She must've made a good deal of that sweet sweet coin."
"Hey, did you hear, Chief McCarty grabbed some poor nurse's boobs thinking that it was Dr. Hale?" That last sentence explained Rosalie's hysterical cackling in the attendings' lounge that morning. And though he wanted to do nothing more than grab a bowl of popcorn and get more educated about the latest happenings, he did have an image to uphold. So, he briskly walked in, loudly clearing his throat to announce his presence. The last time he made the mistake of not doing so, he walked in on the interns showing each other their back hair.
"Dr. Newton, every single day you beg to scrub in on my surgeries, and the one day that you're on my service, you stand here gossiping? Maybe I should ask Dr. Olinsky here to join me instead." He looked at the strawberry-blonde headed, persistently cheerful intern standing next to Newton. How an intern held that amount of energy on a Monday morning had to be one of those unanswered questions of the universe.
Newton, however, found no amusement in the situation, and surreptitiously glared at Tanya. He sincerely idolized Edward, and was desperate to get as much access to him as possible. He always asked Dr. Swan to put in a good name with her husband. He even stayed back after hellish shifts in the E.R. to go over Dr. Masen's cases, just in case he had the offhanded chance to scrub in on his surgeries. He couldn't afford to miss this opportunity, so quickly shoving Tanya aside, he closed his locker and scurried after Dr. Masen. Tanya rolled her eyes at his antics, but nevertheless hurried towards the nurses' station on the surgical floor, ready to collect her charts and report to Dr. Swan. She did have a peculiar case for her to consult on.
Bella stood by the nurses' station, glancing at the OR board to take stock of her schedule. She immediately noticed the buttery smell of shortbread cookies, and spun in their direction, only to find Rosalie shoving them into her mouth.
"Where'd you get these cookies from?" She asked, staring at the sweet confection longingly.
"Well, Dr. Cullen didn't want some intern's pity cookies, and voila, they're now at the nurses' station." No matter how delicious they smelled, the sight of Rosalie unceremoniously shoving them into her mouth was off-putting. Rosalie noticed Bella's open-faced disgust, and couldn't help but roll her eyes. She didn't have the energy to be prim and proper, especially after her hands had been elbow deep in some patient's body for five hours straight.
"Whatever, these cookies are awesome. You're missing out. Don't think I can't see it in your eyes, Swan, I know you want a bite. Don't you want a bite of this flaky, crumbly, buttery goodne- Ow! What the hell?" Rosalie winced as Bella shoved her. Before she could mete out some punishment, she saw her best friend's attention being stolen by Dr. Masen, who had just entered the nurses' station. Rosalie let out a frustrated sigh. She wanted to talk to Bella on a serious note. She had been noticing how weird Bella had been lately, and though she had her own suspicions, she wanted to hear it from her first. She was just about to grab her shoulder to bring her back from making those sickening gooey eyes at her husband when an intern came rushing in towards them.
"Dr. Swan! I have this patient, she's a 19-year-old college kid, nauseated with a distended stomach. And she says there's no way that she's pregnant." The intern, Dr. Tanya Olinsky informed them. Bella grabbed the chart from her, looking at her intern's notes about the patient.
"Huh." Bella smirked. "Everybody says that, and then they always end up pregnant."
"Okay, but what if the pregnancy test was negative?"
"What? Fine, I'll come with you. But I'm not taking point, you are." With that, the two doctors disappeared. Rosalie quickly turned around to face Edward, and put up an air of thinly veiled suspicion.
"Yeah Edward, it really is a problem, isn't it? People claiming to not be pregnant when they really are?" Her tone became more accusatory towards the end. Edward's head sharply rose, looking at Rosalie with surprise.
"You know?"
"Of course I know." Rosalie rolled her eyes. "Her boobs got massive about two weeks ago, and she's been devouring any food that comes in her sight." Edward smirked at her observation, used to her bluntness at that point. She wasn't wrong in her, er, astute observations about his wife's endowment. He'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the new developments.
"But she didn't tell you?"
"No, but she knows that I know."
"So you know that she knows that you know?" Edward asked, puzzled.
"Mh-hmm." Rosalie hummed, but soon took stalk of the doubt painted on his face. "Well, she'll tell me when she's ready to feel happy about it." Gently grabbing his shoulder, she gave him a firm squeeze. "Congratulations." She smiled, walking away. Edward nodded at her in gratitude, grateful that she always had his wife's back. But her words struck him. He did hope Bella was happy. Nothing was worth it if she didn't want it too.
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