AN – Here is the second chapter. I just wanted to send out a massive THANK YOU to people who reviewed last chapter, I wasn't expecting reviews that quickly, but within minutes of posting people were reviewing. It makes me so happy to read reviews, and I always try to reply to them.

Again, just a shout out to meilzdoggg01, who let me constantly bug her with how many words I had so far. This chapter is dedicated to you babes! Everyone, go read her stuff! She is pure awesome.

Previously:

"Now you decide what you want to do, because I will be here no matter what. Although I do have my preference, it's your choice."

Continued:

Bella's POV

I stood under the stream of the shower, trying to let everything sink in. I tried telling myself over and over again.

Whispering "I'm pregnant" again and again. Slowly, it sunk in, but I still didn't know what I wanted to do. I have my life planned out; everything was going to be exactly how I pictured it. But now... now everything would change, no matter what I decided.

I sat on the shower floor, letting the water hit my back, inhaling the steam. This had been my place and time to think for about a year and a half now, and Edward had always respected that, and would never interrupt. He used to occasionally, but only because he worried that I had slipped and hit my head.

I stood up again, managing to hit my head on the soap dish screwed to the wall.

"Fuck" I muttered, rubbing the spot I had hit. After I had recovered from the shock, it really didn't hurt that much. I turned, and turned the faucets so that the water turned slowly from hot to cold, and then I shut of the cold water too. It was how I always ended my showers, the quick burst of cold water brought me back to the present moment.

I stepped out of the shower and slowly dabbed my body dried and squeezed the excess water from my hair. I pulled out my hair dryer, and switched it on. I stood there for a few minutes, not drying my hair completely, just enough that it didn't soak through my clothes.

I examined my body in the full length mirror and touched the small bump on my stomach cringing. It was amazing how quickly it was all happening. 2 months pregnant, and you could already see the evidence.

I slipped into my sweat pants, and a tight tank top. I had never worried about looking fantastic in front of Edward, but today, for some reason, I was nervous about how he would react when he noticed the small, but evident, changes that were happening.

I walked slowly into my room to see Edward sitting on my bed, one leg tucked beneath him, the other daggling over the side. I still can't believe that this greek god impersonation wanted to be with me. I doubt that I could ever believe it. But he was, he IS. Edward Cullen, the sexiest, most sort after man at school, had been my boyfriend since my days of awkward braces. He had seen something that other boys hadn't, although I'm still not sure what that had been.

I followed Edward's gaze at it swept over my body, and then did a double take, and fixed on my stomach. My hand automatically flew to my stomach.

Oh god, is it ugly? It probably is.

"Is it that bad?" I asked, not entirely wanting to hear the answer.

"No, Bella." Edward stood up and walked toward me, graceful as always. He pulled me into the tight protective hug that he had protected from the first day that we met. He stroked my hair softly. "It's absolutely amazing, and beautiful."

I heard the sincerity in his hope, but he also conveyed something that I'm not sure he had meant to. I heard love, and hope, in his voice. It dawned on me then what he had meant when he said he had his preferences. When he said it, I thought he meant he wanted me to have an abortion. Now as I listened to him talk like this, I realised he wanted to me to keep it.

He wants this?

"Yes. Bella, I want to keep this child."

My heart leapt, and I realised in that moment that I wanted this too. There is no way in the world I could give up my baby. The plans Edward and I had made could still happen, they didn't have to happen in the order we had set them out though. My grandfather's words echoed through my mind "Everything happens for a reason Isabella". He had said that to me whilst lying in a hospital bed, knowing his last days were coming, and he accepted that. I wasn't losing my life, I had the honour of bringing one into this world.

"We'd better figure out how we're going to tell our parents that we're having a baby then." I said, trying to not to grin, but failing.

Edward's breath faltered for a moment, before he grinned down at me.

"Does that mean you want to keep it too?" He touched the side of my face, and I leant into his hand.

"I want to have your child Edward. Whether that was in 3 years time or now... It didn't matter to me..."

I know there was a point in my life that I would've thought it mattered, but now, the timing didn't matter. All that matters now is that I'm carrying Edward's child.

"I love you so much Bella"

"I love you too Edward... I always will."

I was so happy that I started to cry. I could feel the tears staining my cheeks but it didn't bother me. I was smiling up at Edward, and he loved me.

Edward's POV

Sitting here waiting for Bella to finish showering was making me anxious. She was carrying my child, and I didn't know if she wanted to keep it or not. I would understand if she didn't, but to me, this is the best thing that could have happened. It would be hard, and it would be the scariest thing that I've ever had to go through. But I know that Bella is the person I want to, and will, be with for the rest of my life. We were going to start a family after college, so this is only our plans accelerated.

I heard the water switch off, and sat up on her bed. I could hear her doing something in the bathroom, it sounded like a hair dryer.

After a few minutes, she walked out into her bedroom again, and gave me a small smile. She looked absolutely gorgeous, in a pair of sweat pant and a tank top. She looked like she was ready for bed, even though it was only 4pm.

That was when I realised, had I been more observant, I would've seen this coming. Through the tight fabric of her top, you could see the slightest bulge of her abdomen, which, while only tiny, was a distinct change from her normally perfectly flat stomach.

Bella's hand went to her stomach, and I looked up at her face to realise she'd caught me staring.

"Is it that bad?"

That caught me off-guard slightly. How could she possibly think it looked bad?

"No, Bella." I stood up and walked over to her, pulling her softly against my chest, stroking her hair with my fingers. "It's absolutely amazing, and beautiful."

"You want to keep it don't you?" She looked up at me. Her eyes were a beautiful brown. I could gaze into them forever. An image ran across my mind for a fleeting second; a tiny child, being held by Bella, with Bella's brown eyes looking back up at her. Yes, this is what I wanted.

"Yes. Bella, I want to keep this child." I whispered into her ear, hoping to god that she would want the same.

"We'd better figure out how we're going to tell our parents that we're having a baby then." I caught a hint of a smile in her voice.

I grinned down at her.

"Does that mean you want to keep it too?" I touched the side of her face.

"I want to have your child Edward. Whether that was in 3 years time or now... It didn't matter to me..."

"I love you so much Bella"

I felt as though my heart was flying. I was going to be a father. Bella, the love of my life, the reason for my continued existence, was giving me a child. I couldn't imagine a happier feeling.

"I love you too Edward... I always will."

Tears were running down her cheeks, but I could tell by the smile on her lips, and the sparkle in her eyes, that she was happy.

I lifted her into my arms, and carried her to the bed.

"So, can I get you anything? You're going to have to look after yourself now. No slipping and falling. Definitely no cliff-diving"

The memory of 2 years ago, when we had had our first fight, and Bella had gone cliff-diving out at La Push, was still ingrained on my mind. I would never forget the terror that I felt when I saw her jumping off. I had gone to talk to her, and I knew that she used to stand at the top of that cliff to think. When I saw her run to the edge, I thought she was committing suicide. I jumped in the water after her, and dragged her to the surface.

Bella explained to me later that night, once she was discharged from hospital, that she was cliff-diving, not taking her own life. She merely hadn't anticipated how strong the current was.

She looked up at me and grimaced.

"I would never do that again. The pain it caused you...I can't live through that...seeing you in pain."

I looked down at her, gazing into her eyes until I could see that she knew I was only saying that in jest and that I knew she would never do something that stupid again.

"So, you didn't answer me. Do you need anything?"

"I'm fine Edward. You don't have to look after me though, you know that right? I'm only 2 months pregnant. I'm not an invalid."

"Well too bad, because I will be looking after you, and there's nothing you can do about it. I'm going to go make you a cup of peppermint tea. I'll be right back. Promise me you won't get up? When I come back we can talk about how to tell our parents."

It was my turn to grimace slightly. It wasn't that they would be angry. In fact Esme, my mother, would be over the moon. Carlisle would take it as his responsibility to take care of the antenatal aspect of it. No, it was more Bella's reaction to having to tell her parents.

Again, they wouldn't be angry, only disappointed. But to Bella, disappointing her parents was far worse than any angry she could ever bring out in them.

AN- OK, there it is. I hope you liked the second chapter, and please remember, reviews make for happy, fast updating authors :-)