Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns all things Twilight.
Bella's POV
I sat cross-legged on the green padded windowsill looking out onto the street. It was May, and pouring down rain. I ran my hand absently across my swelling stomach. The phone rang, bringing me out of my trance.
"Hello?" I answered, trying not to sound so sad.
"How's my favorite sister in law?!" said the booming voice on the other end. I giggled.
"I'm alright, Emmett. How's my favorite brother in law?"
"Good. Edward's still at the hospital, huh?" he said, reading into my subtle sadness.
"I assume so. I called him a few times, but I haven't heard anything back yet."
"Want me to come over and keep you and the babies company until my jackass of a brother graces us with his presence?" Emmett offered.
"That's okay, Emmett. I finally got Ethan to fall asleep." Ethan was Edward's and my three year old son. He loved his uncle Emmett, and would stay awake for days if we let him.
"How about the one still growing?" Emmett laughed.
"We miss daddy. We're having some tea and reading". I answered, running a hand over my stomach.
"He'll be home soon, Bell. And he'll be done with his residency before we know it." Emmett encouraged. Emmett and I had grown closer since Edward had started working at the hospital.
"I'm not angry, I know it's his job, and this is just how it is. We just miss him around here." I said quietly, smiling a little.
"Alright, well Rose and I are going to get some sleep. But don't hesitate to call if you need anything. We only live a few minutes away." Emmett reminded her, knowing that I wouldn't take him up on the offer.
"Thanks, Emmett."
I hung up the phone, and took another sip of my steaming tea from my favorite red coffee mug. I cuddled further into the wall, pulling my knees up to my chest loosely, so I wouldn't push the baby any further into my bladder. I pulled my navy blue blanket closer to my body, and covered my feet. I watched the street for twenty more minutes, finally surrendering and went to bed, knowing Edward wouldn't be home until the early hours of the morning. I wrapped up dinner and put it in the refrigerator, and finished cleaning up the kitchen. Turning off all the lights downstairs, I tiptoed up the stairs, past Ethan's room, praying he wouldn't wake up. The floor creaked beneath my feet. I quickly walked to our bedroom, quietly closing the door behind me. Just as I shut the door, a sharp pain flew through my body, knocking me to the floor. I pressed my forehead into the soft white carpeting of our room, squeezing my eyes shut; praying Edward would come home soon.