Chapter 2

The night had been a sleepless one, with tossing and turning. I could not, for the life of me, get comfortable. Edward soothed me, sang to me, rubbed my back, but I could not fall asleep. I was thankful that morning came. A grey light signified that the day had in fact come, and the forecast was the normal gloom of Washington. I stretched my arms over my head. I was stiff from lying in the same position for a few hours. Edward glanced down at me. He was in a sitting position, watching the TV.

"Good morning." He smiled at me.

"Mornin'" I stretched again, and then something hit me. I felt the sudden urge to vomit. I scurried up from the bed, as fast as my bruised hip would allow.

"Bella?" I heard his swift steps come up from behind me. He pulled my long, tangled hair back behind my face. I emptied the contents of my stomach, and even after I thought I was done, I retched a few more times. The next nine months were going to be hell if it was going to be like this. I was finally done. I let Edward help me up.

"Are you feeling better?" He asked me on our way into the kitchen, where we met our family.

"Honestly, no." Esme was cooking, and whatever it was, it was making me nauseated again. I moaned and leaned my head against the ice cold granite of the counter on the island in the middle of the kitchen. Edward started to rub my back, and I looked up to see Esme coming towards me with a plate of food. I clamped my hand over my mouth and ran/limped into the downstairs bathroom to get sick for the second time that day.

Edward PoV:

"Oh dear," Esme sighed as she and Alice scurried off to help her again. I was surprised that my other sister remained in her spot at the table, seated between Emmett and Jasper. She looked unfazed over the morning's events. She was speaking softly with the two of them. They were obviously scolding her for not following to help.

"I didn't see you two jump up to hold back her hair while her face is stuck in the toilet." Rosalie added to their conversation.

"Yeah, but Rose, I thought you would at least check on her with Alice and Esme." Emmett pressed.

"Maybe I don't give a crap, Em. Ever think of that?" She snapped.

"I know you do." Jasper joined in.

"Shut up, Jazz. I don't need your help." I walked over to see what her big problem was.

"What's wrong, Rose?" I put my arm around my sister.

"Nothing is wrong. Okay? Nothing is wrong with me. Shouldn't you be checking on your perfect little girlfriend? She is in there, puking her guts up. She deserves it anyway, for getting knocked up." Rosalie spat, and pulled her self out of my arm. She stood, as Carlisle walked in, having heard the whole conversation. "Show a little compassion, Rosalie."

"Show me a little respect, Carlisle." And with that, she stormed off, but not with out yelling over her shoulder, "Don't even think about following me, Emmett." I, then, heard a heavy door slam, with a thud. Emmett sat back down, after receiving orders from Rosalie. We sat there, thankful that we had survived the wrath of an upset Rosalie Hale.

"She's hurt." Carlisle sighed.

"It's all my fault." We turned to see Bella standing at the head of the table. None of us even heard her, or the others, walk in.

Bella PoV:

"It's all my fault." I heard Rosalie get angry, and the hurtful things she said. But it wasn't like I hadn't been asking for it. I came into her territory, and expect her to be okay with everything. I was stupid for having such high expectations. I turned to go to my own room, when Edward grabbed my arm to stop me.

"Oh, Bella, it is not your fault. I have no idea why she is being so rude." Edward comforted me.

"I think I do." Esme took her place next to Carlisle, who unconsciously put a protective hand on her back. "You guys forget that we can't have children. That Alice, Rosalie, and I can't do the one thing that women were put on this earth to do. We can never give the men we love so dearly a child. And it hurts. That was the one thing that Rosalie wanted: a child to love. And she can't have one. And she is dealing with this pain the only way she knows how, which is lashing out at her loved ones. Bella, this isn't your fault. Not by any means, but please don't forget, or lose sight of the fact that you are carrying a miracle. We will be forever jealous of that, but you can't blame us." Esme finished. I had never had such a deep conversation with her before. I didn't really know how to react. I looked around at the men surrounding me. Jasper and Emmett's mouth were agape. Apparently they were unaware of their wives' unhappiness. Carlisle knew. Of course he knew. He pulled his hand from her back to rest it on her shoulder. She then grabbed his hand, as if it gave her strength, and rested her head on his shoulder.

"I think I need to go talk to Rose." Emmett jumped up, and took the stairs two at the time. I heard a soft knock, before he opened the door, and closed it behind him.

"I'll be in my room." Alice was no longer her usual, happy self. Jasper quickly followed after to comfort her.

"I want to lie down." I looked at Edward. For the second time that morning, he helped me walk into our bedroom.

In our room, I sat on the bed with the TV on, but I wasn't really paying attention.

"I could get used to seeing you like this." Edward smiled and I glanced down and noticed that my hand rested on my lower belly. I hadn't even noticed. I smiled back, but I could feel the guilt in my eyes. I couldn't help but feel immense guilt for my ability to carry a child. I couldn't believe that I had even thought of this child as a burden. Now I only see it as a miracle.

"I didn't even notice." I removed my hand, slightly embarrassed.

"Can I?" He gestured his hand toward my still flat stomach.

"Help yourself." I looked back up to watch the TV, feeling his large, cold hand rub my stomach. I felt him move beside me, but I didn't look down. I heard a small whisper, and I looked down to see him with his mouth against my shirt. He was speaking to the baby! How silly. After whispering, he then shifted to put his ear against me. Almost as if waiting for a response.

"I doubt it can hear you, love." I told him.

"You never know." He was too preoccupied tickling my belly button to make eye contact. "Bella?"

"Hmm?" I answered.

"Why aren't you as happy about this baby as I am?" He moved to sit upright on the bed.

"What makes you think I'm not happy?" I was almost insulted.

"Because you are embarrassed when anyone acknowledges it. You don't even want to talk to the baby. I'm tickled pink, and you seem unhappy." I could tell that it took a lot of courage to say what he had said to me. I took in a breath.

"I'm not unhappy, Edward. Really, I'm happy. I guess I'm just… scared. I don't know what I'm doing. I'm 18 years old. And I never thought this would have happened to us. I accepted the fact that I would never have children a long time ago. And I was fine with that. To tell you the truth, it doesn't even feel like I'm pregnant. It's so surreal, I guess. And I can't help but feel guilty every single time I look at Alice and Esme. Not to mention the fact that I can't even look at Rosalie in the eyes." I sighed as I was interrupted.

"This isn't something that anyone should blame you for, Bella. Alice and Esme understand. They love you, and want to see you happy. And as for Rosalie, she loves you too. She's just… upset." Edward tried to comfort me.

"I think that was the understatement of the century." I rolled my eyes.

"Ha!" Edward laughed out. "But in all seriousness, she'll come around. I promise. Just give her some time. Everything will be fine." He kissed the top of my head. I choked back a yawn. I had forgotten how tired I was. All the tossing and turning the previous night had taken a toll on me. "Sleep, now." He moved his lips to my temple, and I scooted down into a laying position. My head rested in his lap, as he played with my hair. I fell asleep to the love of my life humming my lullaby.

AN: I'm enjoying writing this! I'm proud of it. But I don't know how much longer these daily updates will continue. Not only is it summertime, I just got a job! Yay! And it's at a movie theater, so that means late hours. But I won't give up on this. I like it too much. I can only ask for time. Thanks for understanding. Dearest readers, you know the drill: reviews! They make me happy.