I threw up again into toilet. What was wrong with me? I had been throwing up for nearly two weeks. Charlie took care of me in the evening, but in throughout the day and night, Edward was by my side.

"Love, are you okay in there?" Edward's worried voice asked.

I crawled to the door and opened it. He stared at me, horrified.

"Are you throwing up again?" he asked.

I nod, but when I do I throw up all over his pants.

"I'm so sorry!" I choke out.

Edward shakes his head and picks me up. His cold skin comforted me. I looked into his golden eyes. He gave me a small smile.

"Are you mad at me?" I asked. "I'm truly sorry about your pants. I should've stayed at the toilet."

He laughed at me and stroked up hair.

"Of course not," he set me on my bed and grabbed a pair of pants in his suitcase. He didn't bother to leave the room. We were going to get married a month or two, according to Alice.

"Tell me the truth," I said. He turned to me with a confused look on his face. "Am I ugly.?"

Edward chuckled and picked up the rag that lied in my sick bag.

"How could anyone comprehend that?" he asked with a smile. He wiped my face with the rag. "Your beautiful."

I groaned.

"Not today," I muttered. "I should take a shower."

I try to get to my feet, but Edward gently puts me back on the bed.

"We should visit Carlisle and see what the problem is," he replies. He crushed my lips with his cold ones. I did the same. Like always, he ended the kiss too soon for me.

"Ready to go see the doctor?" he smiled.

I nod. He picked me up and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"My cheeks are burning, can you take off you shirt?" I asked with a grin.

He laughed, "Uh, sure."

After his shirt was thrown onto the roof of the car, we were inside the Volvo. Edward took my hand and held it to his chest. It was a cloudy day in Forks, Washington, as usual.

"Well, Bella, it looks like your pregnant," Carlisle smiled.

"What?" I squeaked. "Charlie is going to kill me!"

"They are due April 12th," Carlisle informed. "Don't worry, it's not going to be a bad pregnancy. Not like the ones you heard about the vampire and human sorts. Basically pretty normal."

Edward frowned.

"You said they…"

"Oh, Bella's pregnant with octuplets."

Edward's mouth hung open, the did mine.

"Okay, we're out of here," he said. He grabbed me and carried me out to the Volvo.

When we were safe inside, Edward talked nonstop.

"This ruins everything! I'm happy, I suppose, but eight kids? Why is this pregnancy a usual human one? Were you sneaking around with someone?" he asked.

I stared at him, in shock. He accused me for cheating?!

"Oh, Bella! I'm so sorry!" He wrapped his arms me. "I'm sorry for accusing you of cheating. I didn't mean it. Please forgive me."

"Of course I forgive-" I felt more vomit coming.

Edward groaned and pulled over. He quickly came to the passenger door and held it open. He held me as I threw up.

"Done?" he asked as I was wiping off my mouth.

"I guess," I replied. I checked the clock. "Let's go face Charlie."