Author: Janyce
Rating: M
Word Count: 866
Genre Drama, AU, AH
Characters/Pairings: Edward/Bella, Rosalie/Emmett, Alice (Canon Pairings)
Short summary: A sequal to Legendary_Mei's fic Disintegration. Recovering addicts Bella and Edward are expecting a baby any day soon.
Any warnings: this might be a crappy story in the making....oh, and I'm a bad author, so you probably should read Disintegration (here) before reading this. Haha.
Disclaimer: I own nothing; Steph Meyers created the world, Danielle broke it (fabulously may I add), and I'm gonna pretend I know how to put it back together.

I sat in the hallway with my back up against the last of the moving boxes. Rosalie sat to my left, her step-daughter Rinny curled in her lap. We all laughed heartily as the cup of water resting on my more than swollen baby bump jumped around

"We're all done except this one box, Bell-" Edward stopped dead in his tracks at the top of the stairs eyeing the moving cup, "WAOH!" Gasping he fell to his knees in front of me. Emmett, who was following closely behind on the stairs, quickly changed from his playful friendly face to an extremely worried expression as he watched Edward fall.

"What's the-" He started, but stopped seeing the same thing Edward saw, "Hey! How did you make her do that?" He pointed. We all laughed, Edward included, although his eyes were still thoroughly glued on my stomach.

"Edward?" I reached for the cup and held it above his head, as if tempting to dump it on him, "If she could see you, you'd be freakin' her out."

"Sorry!" He shook himself out of the trance.

"Are we ready?" Rose asked standing from our position on the floor, "the new house isn't going to wait all day for us ya' know!" I handed the baby's makeshift socce rball-slash-cup to Emmett, motioning for Edward to help me off the floor and onto my feet. Emmett handed the cup to Rose, and offered me his hand, obviously taking the hint that Edward wasn't going to do much anything but stair at my stomach for the next few minutes.

"Auntie B?" Rinny asked, "is Uncle Edward broken?" I smiled and stifled a laugh.

"No," He hasn't been broken in a long time, "He's not, he's just excited for the new baby is all." Rinny accepted my answer, taking Edwards hand and dragging him down the stairs with us. I turned to say something to Edward just as his phone rang. I was happy something finally broke him out of his trance.

"H-Hulloh?" He mumbled, "Oh Alice! Yes, Alice, okay Alice, mhm, I will… of course I promise! Okay, here she is! You too, good-bye Alice!" Edward handed the phone to me. I shook my hands in front of my body in protest, almost too tired from moving to deal with Alice's overly chipper excitement about the baby. Edward simply held the phone up to my ear.

"Hello, Alice" I said, and my ear was immediately assaulted by the squeals and squawks on the other end. She talked me ear of excitedly obsessing about baby things and promising to ship all the things that Baby Mary and Baby Brandon had already grown out of.

By the time I managed to get Alice off the phone, we had already been in Emmett's jeep long enough to be half way up the driveway to our new home.

We were the new owners of a rent-to-own quaint three bedroom Cape Cod style cabin just outside of Dartmouth, New Hampshire. The same neighborhood Emmet and Rose recently moved to as well.

Trusting that what happened at the rehab in Tuscan was a purely spur-of-the-moment-never-gonna-happen-again thing, Jasper (the lead shrink at the joint) wrote Emm a dazzling letter of recognition to Waninger's Place, a rehab facility in the town of Dartmouth where he could re-continue doing what he loved: helping people. This allowed them to move freely across the country and I was not going to complain. One of my best friends and her family were going to move thousands upon thousands of miles closer to me and mine.

Emmett parked the jeep behind my beat up 1991 Dodge Neon and next to Edward's very well taken care of '97 Volvo V70. We had finally saved up enough money to afford to by a second car. My little "gallapi" was purchased from a graduation and moving back to the west coast Dartmouth senior.

Edward had his job at the music store, as well as giving private lessons to children at an Elementary school in the afternoons. I worked multiple jobs as well in order to save up money. My first job was working at the Dartmouth College bookstore and the second was to wait tables in a local pizza and beer joint called The DarkMouth. I made decent tips at The Mouth, enough that I could by my car off of Annie, one of my regulars without dipping heavily into our rent or baby money.

Quickly we piled out of the car, or as quickly as waddling could take me in my case. The men unloaded boxes from Emmett's jeep, as well as boxes from the Neon, and the Volvo. Rose, Rinny, and I unpacked essentials like toiletries, towels, paper goods, kitchen and bedroom supplies first. And when the men were done carrying boxes in, they started to put together the furniture.

It was nearly seven thirty when Edward and I collapsed onto the couch. Our jobs for the day finished as Emmett and Rose took a very tired Rinny back to their new home.

"Welcome home!" Edward whispered to my belly, receiving a responsive kick from the little nudger inside.

"I think she says, welcome home too…"