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Beta'd by Brie and kitch. Preread by Jen. You ladies rule.

If you saw the IHFF review that kitch did than you know I switched it up a bit, and instead of celebrity encounter "confessions" I gave Eddie confessions of his own. They're his thoughts on specific points in the chapter. Let me know what you think of them.

Anyway, onward you go, lovelies! Xx Dee

Chapter One

Confession #1: There is nothing better than knowing your little shooters could hit their mark, but What to Expect When You're Expecting is the Devil for all mankind.

I should have known something was up the moment Bella brought me breakfast in bed. It was completely out of the norm for us. That was usually my thing; I did that for her when I was home, so I should have sensed something was different, but I didn't. Two years working almost nonstop had made me a tad forgetful.

When she turned that odd shade of green, I started to panic. Coffee girl was the glue that held our little family together. She kept everything running like clockwork in the house all while she continued to write and sell her music.

The second I heard her gagging in the bathroom, I was worried, because a sick Bella was not fun. She did not handle being sick well—hell, I didn't handle her being ill well. She wasn't a good patient, either, constantly complaining about this or that. I just hoped it was an off moment and not the flu again.

Still, though, I couldn't stand her suffering alone and went to her side. I wiped the sweat from her brows with a cold, wet washcloth, rinsed it, and then folded it and placed it on the back of her neck to help keep her cool.

I asked her if she was getting sick and she shook her head. Instead, she reached into the pocket of her robe and handed me two of the pregnancy tests I'd loaded our bathroom up with when she said she was ready to try. We joked for a few minutes before everything set in and I dropped to my knees.

"Hi, little one. I'm your daddy, and I promise to be the best daddy ever. I'm going to take great care of you and your mommy."

I stared up at my coffee girl from my knees. "Thank you, for making all of my dreams come true."

She smiled through her tears. "You're welcome, Eddie. But, I should thank you as well for making so many of my dreams a reality too."

"A baby." The awe never left my voice.

"A little coffee bean of our own." Her logical nickname for the life that was growing inside her made my smile widen. It was a cute little name to call the baby until we knew what we were having.

That set off so many questions in my head, but the amazement over her declaration had left my mind a jumble of confusion, excitement, and love. Bella, my coffee girl, was carrying our first baby.

Our little coffee bean was growing inside of her still flat stomach. I gently caressed her soft skin. Life was changing, and she would be changing as well. Her body would be a home to our baby for nine months, and I couldn't wait to watch each of these life altering moments take place.

That was when all the questions began piling on top of each other in a flurry of whos, whats, whens, wheres, whys, and hows. The only one I wasn't wondering was how it happened...that I knew. I knocked her up...and I was proud of that.

How big is the baby? Is he or she okay in there? Will she be sick this whole time? Can we still have sex? Okay, that last one was more self-serving, but it mattered because there was nothing I enjoyed more than making love to my wife.

I helped her out of the bathroom and led her back over to the bed so she could slowly sip on some orange juice. I hoped she wouldn't be spending her pregnancy puking, but until the doctor could answer my growing list of concerns, I would need some new reading material. I was going to download some digital books on to my tablet while Bella scheduled an appointment with the doctor to confirm what we already knew.

She was having my baby.

It still felt like a dream.

With the books downloaded, I began reading What to Expect… I figured it was the best place to start.

Boy, was I wrong.

We just found out we were expecting and already this book was talking about birth plans. I shuddered and moved on to the next chapter, which was no better. Was there anything in this book that wasn't going to scare the living daylights out of me?

I shook my head and closed out of the book. Next up was Dude, You're Gonna Be a Dad! I liked this book because of the cartoon 'sperm' on the cover. It made me laugh.

The biggest thing I learned from the little bit that I scanned was that whatever Bella wanted, it was my responsibility to make it happen. A pregnant woman should never stress, so my main priority was making sure she was happy, relaxed, and glowing.

With that little bit of knowledge, I set out to make sure my queen had everything she needed. She seemed pretty content already, while I was freaking out inside.

I was going to be a dad.

It still hadn't set in as I listened to her book the appointment with her OB-GYN. I could never imagine how familiar I would become with that acronym, though I always referred to the good doctor as Obi Wan Kenobi in my head. I really could be a childish man sometimes.

Bella looked over at me after she hung up the phone. "We're scheduled for three weeks from today. Will you be able to work with that?"

"Of course I can make it work, but why such a long wait?" Shouldn't the doctor want to check on her right away? Shouldn't he or she make sure my baby is okay? I was beginning to believe my entire thought process was only going to revolve around unanswered questions for the foreseeable future.

"The receptionist said it was standard procedure to wait until two periods had been missed." What bullshit. "She also said since I was already taking prenatal vitamins, that I should just continue on with that, and then the doctor would discuss everything with us at that first appointment."

It still didn't sit right with me, but I held my tongue because I knew everything Bella had gone through to find the right doctor to work with before we even began trying for our little coffee bean.

"When can we tell our folks? Mom is gonna be over the moon when she finds out."

"As soon as the first trimester ends," Bella simply said, as if I understood what that meant. I'd only scanned the scary books, after all.

"And when is that?"

Bella pulled up her calendar on her phone and began counting. "Based on the date of my last period, the first trimester ends on September eighteenth."

What?! "You mean we have to wait until after your birthday to tell our parents?!"

She nodded slowly at my outburst, but come on! I wanted to shout out to the world that I knocked up my coffee girl. Instead of doing everything I wanted, I huffed like a petulant child.

"Fine. But I don't have to like it."

"Oh, Eddie. What am I going to do with you?" It was a rhetorical question, but I answered it anyway.

"Love me."

She sighed and pulled my lips to hers. "I already do."

I quickly lost myself in her minty taste as I rolled between her legs. The scent of her skin had changed slightly; it was a bit heavier, but still just as sweet as always as my lips made their way down her neck and toward the slope of her slightly fuller breasts.

All of the changes would be miniscule to someone who didn't know her body the way I did, and no one—besides her doctor and their nurses—would ever really notice them, but I did. I knew where every freckle on her body was, where every dimple of her silky skin sat. As cheesy as it was, her body was my wonderland. Thank you, John Mayer, for those insightful words.

"I can already see the changes our little bean is having on your body." I looked up at my beauty. "You're just gonna keep getting more beautiful, aren't you, coffee girl?"

The tears were falling before she could even consider holding them back, so I gently wiped them away.

"You know, I'm probably going to be a huge pain in your ass before our coffee bean makes an appearance, right? Besides, I doubt you'll feel that way when I'm constantly complaining about not being able to see my feet, let alone see to maintain the garden you so enjoy feasting on."

I snorted at her crudeness. Her filter was already slipping, and that was something I'd loved about Rose's pregnancy. It made interviews we had to do so much fun while she was expecting. I also remembered how bitchy she got toward the end. Emmett had escaped to our house more often than not when she began throwing things at him for knocking her up.

I really hoped the friendship that Bella and Rose had developed didn't enhance the chances of something like that happening to me if I said or did something stupid. I just hoped my charm and skills at wooing my love wouldn't fail me when they were needed the most.

"You are and always will be the most beautiful woman in the world to me. You could get stretch marks or whatever other normal things can occur during pregnancy and they wouldn't detract from your sexiness. To me, they would just add to your beauty.

"Every single change your body is about to endure is a testament to how much you love me, and I could never find anything about that unattractive." Some men might have said I'd grown a vagina, but I needed her to understand that she was giving me the greatest gift that she could, second only to her love.

The tears were falling again, but even I knew they were happy ones. "I love you, Eddie."

"I love you too, coffee girl."

I still wanted to make love to her, but until I knew exactly what was and wasn't safe for the baby, I would rein in my cock and his demand for coffee girl's pussy.

"What do you say we try and finish this delicious feast you made—even if it's cold—and then see about relaxing by the pool? Or do you have some work to get done for Emily today?" I asked before bringing the food back over to the bed.

"I'll try with the food, but I don't know what's actually going to stay down or not. As for work or relaxing, Emily isn't scheduled to come back here until next Monday. Alec did mention I got a request to write the theme song to your latest movie...you wouldn't know anything about that request, would you?"

Her arched eyebrow told me I'd better choose my words carefully. "I didn't try and influence anyone. Marcus came to talk to me while I had the album you made me for my last birthday playing in my trailer. He was impressed with your voice and felt the artist might work well for the movie. All I told him was that it was a private album, but if he was interested he should contact your manager."

I crossed my heart, which made a small smirk settle on her lips and made me breathe more easily as I continued. "I know the rules, coffee girl. Besides, it really was all you that made him place the call to Alec after all."

She nodded and took a bit of the now cold omelet. I did too. Even though it wasn't warm, it still tasted delicious.

"I don't know if I should take the deal or not. One of the key points was that Marcus wants me to not only write the song, but sing it too, and you know how I feel about that."

I did know. I still hated that she doubted her voice. She had the voice of a soulful angel. You could feel every single emotion she did as she sang. Heartstrings be damned, she would pull and pluck them until you were left wondering what the hell had just happened when the song ended.

"It's up to you, love, but you know what I think. It truly is a huge opportunity for you to branch out. Motion picture soundtracks are an easier place to start out if you only want to be responsible for one song."

I took another bite and finished it before I took a chance at pushing her harder than I ever had before; I even played with her pregnancy emotions as well. "Would it be so bad to be tied to something that has meant so much to me to make—especially since it's the project during which our baby was conceived? It's just the thing to unite our little family even more."

She shook her head at my words, and I could tell she was letting them sink in. "I'll think about it."

It wasn't a no, and I knew she would really put some thought behind it before she made her final decision. And maybe, just maybe, our little bean would be the final push she needed to see herself the way I did.

I hope you enjoyed it! Again, thank you for the love. See you Friday. xx Dee