Surprise

Disclaimer: I am not Stephenie Meyer; therefore, I do not own Twilight.

AN: This story is told through the eyes of Renee and takes place on January 3rd, 2019. It is about a surprise that she isn't quite prepared for. This is a continuation of the same timeline as April Prank and Trick or Treat, but is able to read completely on it's own.

I hadn't seen Bella in years, though Charlie assured me that she was healthy and well when I spoke to him. Bella too, often spoke with me over the phone, assuring me that she was doing great, but she never offered to come out and see me, and every time I suggested coming up to visit, Edward and her just happened to be out of town. One time she told me they were in Brazil, another in Ireland, and another up in Alaska. She'd even been to Egypt.

It was my understanding that I had a granddaughter named after her two grandmothers, Esme and myself. Renesmee. I got a picture of her sent to me every month or so. Sometimes the picture was sent from Bella or Edward, other times Charlie, and once in awhile it was even from Edward's overzealous sister, Alice.

The photographs showed a steady aging, going from her being a young baby to the almost thirteen year old girl she now was. Apparently, Bella had been pregnant when the wedding happened, something I hadn't been able to tell. Of course, some women just got lucky in that department, never showing when they were pregnant. I hadn't been that lucky when I'd been pregnant with Bella, of course.

Phil and I had tried, not seriously, for a few years after Bella got married to get pregnant, but I was slowly growing older and it hadn't been meant to be.

In fact, as of about three months ago, I'd officially reached perimenopause, I'd spotted once in the last three months and that so far had been it. Even though I'd tried not to think of hitting this stage in my life, I'd still known the signs to look for. So I'd been prepared for the hot and cold flashes, as well as the bouts of tiredness and fluctuation of temper and sadness. It was all common signs.

In fact, the only one that hadn't been, had been a bout of flu-like symptoms about a week ago. I'd gone in to have a checkup, but the doctor had assured me it was just that time of year and that it was most likely nothing. Even so, he'd ordered a set of tests, but had warned me they were running behind with the holidays having just gotten over and wouldn't be back for awhile. He had advised me to go to the ER if I started to feel really ill, but it was mostly just a precaution.

And when the symptoms disappeared two days later, I agreed with him. It was probably just some case of stomach flu. I'd chose to think nothing of it after that, assuming that, when I didn't get a call back, everything had come back negative.

So when my phone rang loudly while I was waiting on Phil to get home from coaching, I was surprised by who was on the other end.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hello, Mrs. Dwyer? This is Doctor Landry," the voice of Dr Landry said through the phone.

"Yes, this is her speaking."

"I wanted to call you about the blood test we had ordered up when you came in last week."

"What about it?" I was fine now, there couldn't be anything wrong with me. "I'm quite sure you were right, and that it was a stomach bug. I've been feeling much better."

"Well, we ran the test twice just to be sure after I got the initial diagnosis from it. It turns out it wasn't a stomach virus after all. But please don't worry. It's good news, Mrs Dwyer, you're pregnant."

The phone fell from my suddenly numb fingertips.