Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of the characters (except the embreyo), though don't we all wish we did?

I woke up

I woke up. At first, I thought I was in my own bed, until I saw the music shelves. Dazed and confused I wondered where I was.

"Hello, love. Sleep well?" Edward asked in that angelic voice of his, smiling his smile and dazzling me. Why must he always do that? It wasn't fair. I groaned and flipped onto my stomach, pausing only once, about half way through as I nearly fell off the bed. Edward sighed that exasperated sigh of his.

"Bella, sweet, please try not to kill yourself getting out of bed at 6:30 in the morning. It puts stress on all of us," he teased. Fine. If that's how he wanted to play, fine.

"Mmmmm," I sighed/groaned, hoping he'd pick up on the cue.

"Something wrong, love?" Score! I gave a sigh I hope sounded exhausted.

"I was just thinking, you said not to kill myself getting out of bed, but with only one day left before Charlie comes home, I should go pick up The Test from the drugstore. But I'm sure I'd kill myself on the way, and I hate to put stress on you…"

"Are you sure you need The Test? Couldn't you wait?" Ha! I smelled easy victory.

"Nope! I need to know ASAP. I have a novel idea! How about you go pick one up for me?"

"Very well. If you are going to force me out of the bed and out into the world…" He looked hopefully at me for a change of heart.

"Nice try. See you soon!"

--30 min. later—

"So, how awful was it? Tell me all the details. Start with the fact that you had to be driving like crazy to pick up The Test and make a round trip to a store 100 miles from here in under half and hour. All this to avoid being recognized? Is somebody possibly just slightly embarrassed we may be a 'teen' father?" We were waiting for our results. I was giddy, to say the least. "God, Edward, if I am pregnant, I'm warning you now I will blame you and your influence for any and all speeding tickets and/or accidents," I could tell he was trying to be calm, for my sake, but he wasn't doing so well. Two minuets passed in a flash, and Edward pushed me to the bathroom.

"Get in there and look!" He commanded, trying to hurry up the process. Just to further annoy him, I slowed down and exaggerated each footstep.

"Bella, you made me do it," Uh oh. Shit. Maybe I just should have gone faster. He saw my flicker of hesitation before I ran.

"Too late, love," I heard his voice practically right behind me; I could feel the vibration of every word. Crapola. I was swept up and flown into the bathroom. I clamped my eyes shut and kicked him. We reached the bathroom in under a second, though I didn't realize it until I found myself flat on the tile floor with my eyes still clamped shut. I opened them to the sound of his chuckling.

"Now, shall we find out our results?" He said, being mock polite. Just as scoffingly politely, I replied, "Yes, Lord Edward, we shall." And with both of us still chuckling, we looked at The Test.

"Congratulations! You're positive!" The little screen blared out at me. Congratulations?! Many more words flew through my head, most of them swear words. Why was it called positive? That sounded so good. And this was definitely not, by any way, shape, or form, good. Technology is way over rated.