I'm glad you're all into the sequel! I didn't want to do it at first, but then I warmed up to the idea and then…loved it!

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BPOV

"I'm pregnant." I admitted, picking up the sweatshirt I had worn to bed and showing Edward my swollen stomach. "Almost four months." I added, and Edward stared at me, his mouth dropping open.

"Bella, love, why didn't you tell me that you're pregnant?" He asked anxiously, reaching out and gently resting his hands on my stomach. "I thought something was wrong!" Edward said, and I shivered slightly when his cool hands rubbed over the skin of my stomach.

I shrugged, my bottom lip trembling. "You've been so busy with work, and this wasn't planned, and I didn't-"

"Hush, Bella. Just calm down. I want you to know that I'm never going to be too busy. If you need me, all you have to do is call and I'll be here. You, Cam, and Anna are so important to me. I love you, and I love my children." He murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to my stomach. I then dropped my shirt and smoothed it back down and Edward brought his hand up to gently stroke my cheek.

"I love you too." I said, smiling at him and wiping my eyes.

"You're four months?" Edward asked, and I nodded. "Bella…you should have told me sooner. I'm a little insulted that you didn't. What, did you think I wouldn't happy about this? That's ridiculous."

"I know…I'm sorry." I mumbled, running my hands over my sweatshirt and jumping slightly. "The baby just kicked." I whispered, keeping my hands still as I felt the kick again.

Edward's hands were immediately back on my stomach, waiting patiently for another kick. "Is this the first time?" He asked me quietly, and I nodded. "The baby was waiting for me to know." Edward concluded, smiling happily when the baby kicked again. "We'll tell Cam tomorrow." He decided, and I nodded, looking down at my stomach and sighing.

Although I loved my son more than anything, I hated being pregnant. Most woman seem to like it, but I don't understand what there is to like about it. I had terrible morning sickness when I was pregnant with Cameron, constant headaches, and a grueling thirty six hour labor. I knew things could easily be different this time, around but I was still wary. "What wrong?" He asked quietly, his brow furrowing.

I shrugged, tears coming to my eyes again. I didn't want to tell my husband how much I disliked the side effects of being pregnant with his baby.

"If you're going to cry, you need to tell me what's wrong." Edward murmured, moving a strand of hair out of my face and tucking it behind my ear.

"Being pregnant…it leads to such an amazing thing, but I hate it." I admitted, wiping my eyes with the hem of my shirt. "I get fat and emotional and sick and then I have to push a baby out of my-" I broke off, blushing and continuing to try and wipe the tears out of my eyes. "I feel so guilty for saying that." I admitted, and Edward chuckled.

"Bella, I don't blame you. I know how hard pregnancy was on you with Cam…" Edward sighed, and then kissed me sweetly on the lips, stroking my hair as he did so. "I need to get some sleep, love. I have to work in the morning. I love you."

I nodded, taking a deep breath as we both laid back down and Edward's arms wrapped around me again, and this time I did not shirk away when his hands gently touched my stomach. "I love you too." I said, kissing him again and then snuggling up to him again, breathing much easier with this weight off my chest.

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"I want ice cream." Cameron pouted, pushing his pancakes away and crossing his arms over his chest.

"Well, you can't have ice cream." I retorted, pushing the plate back towards him. "This is breakfast, Cameron, not snack time. Why do you have to be difficult?"

Cameron pouted but slowly ate his pancakes, and I turned back to my own breakfast, and the section of the paper that I was reading. Cameron was usually a very good three year old, except for the times when he felt like being difficult. I had noticed that when he did act up, it was almost always when Edward was gone. "When will daddy be home?" He asked through a mouthful of syrup coated pancake.

I sighed and set my paper down. "Daddy will be home tonight after work, Cam." I reminded him, and then eyed his nearly empty plate. "Are you done?" I asked, and Cameron nodded, licking his lips.

Leaning over and picking up his plate, I suddenly was overcome by a nauseous feeling. Dropping the plate back on the table, I held my hand over my mouth and ran to the bathroom, reaching the toilet just in time. As I retched, I could hear Cameron coming up behind me.

"Are you okay, mommy?" He asked as I stood, flushed the toilet, and went to the sink to brush my teeth.

"I'm fine, Cam." I sighed, rubbing my face and closing my eyes. "I just don't feel very good." I explained.

I hadn't been getting sick very much, but it was becoming much more common. I had thrown up twice early this morning already and several times throughout the past week. Hopefully, things would not get any worse like they had when I was pregnant with Cameron, especially since I no longer had Annabelle to give me a hand and help me out with things.

"Can we watch Nemo?" Cameron asked excitedly, and I smirked at his short attention span.

"Sure. Let's go watch Nemo." I said, taking his pudgy hand and leaning down to hug him. "I love you, Cameron."

"Love you too." Cameron said easily, and I smiled.

To have the simple mind of the child again…how amazing that would be. Everything was so simple for my son, and though I was glad his life was a happy one, I envied him. Imagine that…a thirty five year old woman being jealous of her own three year old sons happiness and simplicity of life.

I had gotten everything I had ever wanted, and yet something was off.

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There, I updated twice today. Now please review!

I'm going to try and update 'In Search of Euphoria' now, because it has been ages since I've updated that one and it's almost finished with only several chapters to go.

Xoxo- Melodyella aka Mellie