DISCLAIMER: I am not Stephenie Meyer, nor do I own any of the Twilight characters. The plot is mine, but that is all.

APOV:

"You ready do to this babe?" Jasper asked me as he grabbed my hand helping me out of the car.

I nodded and stepped out of the car and he shut the door behind me, stopped before I walked into the diner.

We were standing outside of Christy's the small town diner outside of Seattle, Washington. It was the very place that every other Sunday, I met with my best friends for breakfast.

We started this tradition back in college nearly five years ago, our senior year. Between work, class, homework, study groups, finals and midterms we found ourselves growing more and more distant. One day, together, we decided to put all things aside and stop what we were doing, to make time for each other.

Slowly that time became our Sunday morning breakfasts. With the exception of the two years when we all moved back to Washington when my brother didn't, we met for a few hours to catch up and breathe from every day life. Nowadays it was the only times we saw each other.

It was the six of us, together, since high school. We did everything together, experienced it all and now we only saw each other over pancakes and eggs. Sad, but it was the only thing keeping the six of us together. I wouldn't trade it for the world.

I stared into the window, there they were. Jasper and I were the last ones to arrive. The four of them sat there laughing, casually sipping their drinks every so often.

There was Rosalie Hale, the blonde bombshell, the bitch in heels. She graduated top of her class from NYU School of law. She's one of the biggest, in demand divorce, family court lawyers in the state. Dressed in her business suit, her legs crossed, black Jimmy Choo's on her feet and her fingers twirling through her blonde locks. There was no doubt she was meeting a client after this, always the workaholic. Truth be told there was something she was straying away from…men. Her parents went through a nasty divorce her junior year of high school. She'd seen enough relationships crumble through the years and she knew better than to let herself fall into the world's chaos of love.

To her right was Emmett McCarty, the business man, the player. Let's just say Emmett had a commitment phobia. He was one of the most influential guys you'd ever meet. With his huge build and his killer smile, the corporate world was putty in his hands. The investment firm he worked for had the highest percentage of take-overs, most were Emmett's project. Who would've known captain of the football team would've graduated, Magna Cum Laude from NYU's Leonard N. Stern School of Business? He was dressed in a button down shirt and slacks, most likely what he wore last night when he went out and probably still buzzed. It was a new girl every week for Emmett. As much as I loved him, he really needed to grow out of this phase. He needed to find someone who could make him happy.

Across the table to the left of Rosalie was Edward Cullen, our little doctor and my twin. He was in his first year of residency at Seattle Grace Hospital, from the looks of it he just got off of work. Still dressed in his scrubs, his hair was all over the place, the hint of a five o'clock shadow, gave it away. He was the main reason we did this, it was because of Edward we met every other Sunday. He would drown himself in volunteering and homework in college and he never had time for himself, let alone us. He graduated from NYU's School of Medicine then continued to John Hopkins for Med School. It was the longest four years of his life, two of which were without us. He of course jumped at the opportunity to move back to Washington. Bless the poor boy's heart, his over-obsessive wife, Tanya, was a total control freak. I don't know what he saw in her, none of us did. All we know is she makes him happy, or at least used to, and that's all that matters.

The last part of our group was my right hand girl, my best friend, my rock, Bella. She graduated top of her class from NYU with a B.A. in American Literature and a minor in British Literature. She made herself a living writing a book about vampires, as well as editing other writers. She's the strongest person I know. She married the first guy she met in college, Jacob Black. Amazing guy, and fit in perfectly with our group, he made her complete.

They had a little girl almost 4 years ago. She's the cutest little thing, Bella's Leilah Anne. Two years ago, her book was a phenomenon. Leilah was growing up so quickly, and then the accident happened. Jacob was hit by a drunk driver on the way home, sending him straight to the Intensive Care Unit. Bella made it just in time to say good bye to him. It killed Bella, and it took all we had to get her out of her slump, but we had her back. She's made quite the life for her and Leilah, but there's something missing. Part of me wants to believe its Jacob, that when he died he took a part of her, but that wasn't the case. Bella has moved on, she's overcome that obstacle, she was smiling again. There was still something missing in her life.

"Alice?" I turned my head to face Jasper, my Jasper Whitlock. We were the only two to have our fairytale ending, to marry our high school sweetheart.

He was an architect, I was a fashion designer. My designs were the hottest fashion and I had lines in every major department store in the country. Life couldn't get any better. I placed my hands on my flat stomach. Actually, maybe life could get better. I just found out I was pregnant. We've been trying for a couple years now and it finally happened. I was going to tell my friends the good news this morning.

"Yeah Jas?" I replied.

"You ready?"

I nodded. He pushed the door open and I walked in.

"FINALLY!" Emmett exclaimed, getting up to hug me.

"I missed you too Em," I said as he pulled away. I quickly sat down next to Bella and smiled. We ordered our food and I felt Jasper take my hand and squeeze it. It was time.

"You guys?" I said, ceasing all side conversations. All eyes were on me. Great, give the pregnant girl all the attention. I looked to Jasper and he nodded. "Jasper and I have an announcement to make…" I paused, taking a deep breath. "…we're gonna have a baby."

The table was silent. Edward got up and walked towards me. He softly pulled my chair back and pulled me out of it. He took me into his arms.

"Congratulations, little sister," he whispered into my ear and kissed my forehead.

"Stop hogging the preggo!" Emmett said pulling me backwards into his arms.

When did Emmett get up? I thought.

"Prego, really Em?" I questioned.

"Hell yeah. Remember when Bella was pregnant with little Leilah? That was amazing. I'm thrilled we get to relive that experience again!" he boomed.

I sighed.

Emmett was Bella's best friend when she was pregnant with Leilah. Any random craving she had, he was there eating each random combination with her.

"Emmett, promise me you won't make me eat anything gross," I groaned.

"I Promise, Alice, but if you ask for it, you shall receive."

I smiled.

"When are we shopping?" Rosalie asked from across the table.

"Soon..."

"Let me know, I'll clear my schedule for you," she said with a smile.

That's all I needed to know. Rosalie was happy for me, we were shopping, and she was clearing her schedule for me.

I looked to my left at Bella. She was quiet, silent. "Bells?" She didn't answer. "Bella?" I asked again. I was officially worried.

"Congratulations, Alice...Jasper," she said quietly before excusing herself to the bathroom.

"Great Preggo! You made Bella upset," Emmett said.

"Em, stop that! It's not Alice's fault," Rosalie said, slapping him on the arm.

"Dammit, Rosie, what'd you go and do that for?"

"You deserved it, Emmett. Stop being like that," Rose snapped.

I couldn't help but feel guilty for Bella being upset. Jasper placed his hand on my shoulder. "Alice, stop it right now. Bella is going to need you more than ever now and you're going to need her like you need air," he said. He was right. I hated when he was right.

I knew the reason why Bella was upset. When Jacob died they had decided to start trying for another baby. Leilah was a little over a year old at the time. When he died she had abandoned all hope and happiness for another baby. I was living the life she wanted now, the 'happily married', baby on the way, white picket fence life.

"You're right Jasper," I sighed, surrendering.

"I know I am." he chuckled lightly.

"Give her time, Alice, she'll warm up," Edward added.

So what do you think? There's another chapter waiting to be posted..read&review please..

on another note..saw the twilight trailer on the BIG SCREEN...ome!