"What does it say, love?" Edward asked through the door.
"Not pregnant.' I tried to sound fine but my voice croaked.
Me and Edward have been married for 2 years now, and we have always wanted to have a baby.
Wanted.
Flashback
Edward and I were lying in our bed, just looking into each other's eyes.
"What do you think of children, love."
"What do I think of them, or what do I think of having them?"
Edward shrugged "Both."
I had to think. When I was younger, it had been a dream, but now I lived in reality, and I had bigger responsibilities.
But an image of a little boy with vibrant green eyes and copper colored hair appeared in my mind.
I thought of how happy it would make Edward. He always talks about how cute Alice and Jasper, my best friend and her husband, kids are.
Maybe this could be a positive addition to our lives.
"They're great!" I said trying to sound sure.
Fail.
What about us having a little Bella?" He asked placing his hand on my stomach.
I was in one of Edwards old t-shirts, while Edward was in his boxers.
I could feel the bulge in his pants.
End
That night we made love. We were hoping to make a baby, and I would be taken off birth control right away. I ended up pregnant, but setbacks go on and on.
Flashback
Edward and I were at the grocery store buying food and other needed supplies when;
Beep. Beep. Beep. A fire alarm.
Long story short. I inhaled smoke, got knocked down, and lost my baby.
I was depressed for weeks. Just laying in bed looking at my sonogram. I never wanted to try again. I never wanted to hurt another baby. Edward let me grieve, but I could see he was hurt too.
I promised him. I promised we would try again.
End
Here we were, sitting on the bathroom floor looking at a negative test. Edward had to work, so he only had so much time to give me the talk I had been getting ever since the first negative test.
"It's going to happen."
"Don't give up."
"It is meant to be."
"We'll keep trying."
Soon enough, he started sounding like a motivational speaker.
"I'm fine." I said, giving him a peck on the cheek.
"Are you sure?" He asked, uncertainty in his voice.
"Positive." I muttered staring at the negative test.