A/N: Hi everyone! I suppose that this would be a Drabble. But you shouldn't ask me about FF terminology; I am no expert. This is the first story I have attempted that I am feeling good enough about to post. So please, enjoy! Reviews are nice but I won't beg. I hate when publishers do that. I digress.
Disclaimer: If I owned Twilight... Well, you should just be happy that I don't.
A hot back leaning against a cold chest.
Tanned legs intertwined with pale ones.
Four hands resting on the swell of a stomach.
Feeling.
Listening.
Thumping and swooshing noises, along with two fluttering heartbeats can be heard coming from the female shape shifters rounded belly.
Frequent - harder than usual - bumps being pressed against cold, solid hands; against ribs and other humanly organs.
A wince.
"They are hurting you, Leah. Maybe I should call Carlisle in so he can have a look."
Concern lacing a honeyed voice.
A soft smile appearing as a crease forms on a brow.
"Edward, I'm fine. I promise. They are just rough housing. They'll settle down in a bit."
Warm hands running up and down cold forearms, trying to sooth.
"Already?"
Mild disbelief accompanying concern.
"I'd say that their instincts are starting to take over."
A look of panic receiving a soft giggle.
More thumps and bumps.
Uncomfortable shifting.
Cold hands moving to kneed sore muscles.
A wearied sigh.
"All I know is that they had better get it out now, because it will not be happening when they decide to grace us with their presence!"
A soft chuckle.
A kiss placed on a temple.
"You are amazing, you know, dear mother of my children. I love you; so very much!"
A scoff.
Then, a contented sigh.
Pillowy lips meeting granite ones.
"I love you, too, vampire boy."
A head lain against a shoulder.
Four hands settling on a swelled stomach once more.
Thump. Thump.
A hard wince and a sharp intake of breath.
"CARLISLE!"
Eyes rolling heavenward.