A/N: I wrote most of these a while ago, during the transition of summer between semesters. Some were written to see if I still could write, but most are because I miss the fanfiction community.

There are only a six here, just the ones I found buried within my Word. These are one-shots and will not be continued.

I wasn't sure how to feel about these changes that were coming about so swiftly. The expanding block between Edward and I was enough to scare me, but he had become so enthusiastic.

As I stood in front of the floor length mirror, I realized just how far I'd come in the last seven months. The button-up shirt that fit snugly just three weeks ago barely managed to fit across my breasts, much less my belly.

For a moment I stood there, just staring at the material draping from my shoulders. It was like a cape, I noted. No, this wasn't my real identity; it was a temporary state of being for another two months. But I had two more months of this to endure. After nearly a year, would I be able to shake the strange occurrences that had become a normal part of my life? Could I go back to normalcy after ballooning and morphing into an emotional monster?

My eyes dropped to the slowly growing swell of my stomach. I didn't like blood or guts… and there was a baby swimming around in both. The feeling of vomit crept up my esophagus and the blood drained from my face. It had been a while since nausea paralyzed me.

My cape fell to the floor and I crumpled to my knees with it. Stomach acid caught in my throat and I was instantly relieved that I hadn't eaten that morning. As soon as my knees hit the soft burgundy carpet, Edward was by my side, kneeling with a hand on my lower back.

"Is everything okay? I could hear you from the bathroom," he said as his fingertips brushed up and down my spine.

I said nothing, just stopped breathing and focused on keeping the bile down long enough to quell the ache in my stomach.

Once my body settled down, I leaned back and gave Edward a thumbs up. He did not look impressed.

"I'm good," I muttered, slightly embarrassed. "Promise. Just some morning sickness coming back."

His brows came down and his arm wrapped tightly around my shoulders. "I'll make you some tea if you're sure everything's alright. My mother brought some back from India."

"That sounds nice."

"Just come downstairs when you feel up to it."

"Yeah," I mumbled, staring at the floor.

He left the room with a gentle squeeze to my left shoulder and I was alone with my thoughts once more.

Edward had gone into the preoperational stages of fatherhood as soon as he heard of my pregnancy. Yet each and every day I wished for the incubation stage to last a little longer. How could I have told him I did not feel a connection or bond to the child within me? How could I tell him that while he slept I could do nothing but worry and cry because I did not love our child?

I wiped at my moist lashes and threw my cape back onto my shoulders to regain strength. Standing, I grabbed a large nightshirt before going into the bathroom to stare, once again, at my expanding stomach.

A/N: Yeah, so not all are this depressing. Just some.