"Edward!" Bella screamed from upstairs. Edward was there in a flash, to find her pale as a ghost, researching baby cribs on his computer.

"Yes, Bella? Are you okay?"

"Can I have some ice cream please? And some Chinese food, too."

"Umm, okay." He was out the door and back in five minutes. "Here." He handed her a carry out box of chicken chow mein, and a bowl of rocky road.

"You sure you're alright?"

She nodded, her mouth full of noodles, and rested the ice cream on her already growing stomach. Edward kissed her on the cheek and left her to eat in peace. He nearly ran into Rosalie in the hall, who was looking livid.

"I need to talk to you." She grabbed his hand and wrenched him down the stairs, into the dining room, the prop as it was.

"Edward, is this really advisable?" she tossed her hair and glared at him.

"What do you mean?"

"Bella! Is this right? A baby? Edward, you're already busy, and she's only three months pregnant! This baby thing is going to keep all of this on our toes."

"So?" He challenged, raising an eyebrow. She gnashed her teeth.

"Some of us would rather not be on our toes, if you get my drift." She turned heel and stalked away. Edward groaned and sunk into the couch. From upstairs her heard the sounds of Bella losing her Chinese into the toilet.

Great. He thought. This is going to be one long six more months.