A/N: Right. Chapter one. :) Thanks to everybody that reviewed, and everybody that read the preface. :) It seems you are all quite eager for this.

Sorry it's taken so long to get this out. Truth is, I've had it written for days and just not bothered to upload it... *Sheepish Smile*

Anyway. :) I hope you like it. Oh, just to clear a few things up: Bella has just turned 25. Matthew is her husband (Okay, don't kill me. This is going somewhere. Promise!) You will see the Cullen's probably...a lot sooner than you think. ;) Well, at least a couple of them... ;) I also just want to reiterate something; I'm only 17, so I've never been pregnant, or come close to being pregnant for that matter... I'm getting all of my details from a BBC web-page about pregnancy... I know some things, but please tell me if I'm ever wrong about something!

Happy Reading! :D

Chapter One:

"Good Morning, Seattle! Welcome to another cloud-filled day in the –"

I slam my hand down on the 'snooze' button and roll over, pulling the covers up over my head as I go.

"Five more minutes," I mumble as I snuggle deeper into the covers, trying to get warm again.

I hear a small chuckle from beside me and then an arm snakes around my waist, pulling me close to him.

"Baby, you have to wake up,"

"Five more minutes," I grumble again, turning myself around and curling myself into him.

Matthew leans down and presses his lips to my hair and takes my hold away before rolling over and climbing out of bed.

I groan but then pull the covers back over my head and snuggle deeper into the bed again.

I don't care that it's 7am on a Monday morning. I don't care that I have to go up to go to work. I just don't care.

I sigh deeply and then sit up so that I'm resting against the headboard. I run a hand through my already messed up bed-hair.

"Bella?"

I turn round to face the voice coming from the doorway, and I smile. Well, at least I think it's a smile.

"I'm just getting up, honest."

"Baby, are you okay?" Matthew is still standing in the doorway; he's dressed for work already.

I climb out of bed and make my way across the bedroom until I'm standing in front of him. I roll up on my tip-toes and put my arms around his neck.

A grin suddenly appears on his face, and he leans down to press his lips against mine.

He pulls back and then grins at me again. "I love you,"

I don't hesitate in replying to him. "I love you too," I kiss him again. "But I do need to get ready for work now." I take my arms away from around his neck and then walk towards the bathroom.

"I'll make some breakfast." He calls on his way down the stairs.

"Okay!"

I make a detour to the wardrobe and grab some clothes for the work day. I chose a simple pencil skirt and a smart blouse. It's nothing to fancy, but it works. I'm going to work, not to a fashion show.

I walk back towards the bathroom and then get into the shower.

The water runs over my skin and relaxes my muscles as it does.

I don't know what's gotten me into such a bad mood this morning. I was fine when I woke up, so why am I suddenly all cranky now?

I try not to dwell too much on anything, and don't let my mind wander whilst I wash the rest of myself and then my hair.

I shut the water off, just as it runs cold, and then climb out. I towel-dry my hair and then dress for the day.

I can smell coffee on my way down the stairs.

"Ugh, Matt!"

Matt looks up from the newspaper with a confused expression on his face."What's up, baby?"

"Are you trying to taunt me with caffeine?"

He puts the newspaper down and then frowns. "Oh crap, honey! I'm so sorry I-"

I walk round the table and sit down on his lap, silencing him with a kiss. "It's fine. I was kidding,"

He kisses me again and then I stand up, grabbing an apple from the table as I do so. I know that I should eat more for breakfast, but for some reason I'm just not hungry.

I hear Matthew's chair scrape back along the kitchen floor and I turn round. He walks towards me and pulls me into a hug. I gratefully wrap my arms around him and rest my head on his chest.

"I have to go, now," He kisses the top of my head. "I'll see you tonight."

"Have a good day,"

He pulls back and then pecks me on the lips. "I love you,"

"I love you too,"

He walks away and then turns back at the front door. "Try not to work too hard."

I laugh. "I'll try not to."

With that he turns around and walks out of the door, leaving me alone in the kitchen for the next half an hour, with just my thoughts to keep me company.

Oh, joy.

I hate this time of the mornings, because I'm always left alone for a little while, and I hate that feeling. I hate being left on my own in this house, not just because it's a lot bigger than we actually need, but just because of...

"Ugh," I push myself off the counter that I was resting against, my breakfast completely forgotten and go back upstairs.

I stomp into the bathroom and slam the door behind me. I stand there for a few seconds, just leaning up against the door trying to get my thoughts back to where they were before. Why does this always have to happen?!

I can feel my eyes filling up with unnecessary tears, and suddenly thank God that Matthew has already gone to work. We had to battle through all of this when we first got together; it doesn't need to suddenly rear its head again.

I've been with Matt for four years, and we've been married for almost two now. We met in College. I'd just finished my freshmen year, and he was about to start his junior year. I'd not strayed far from Forks, opting to go to the University of Washington, but he'd come all the way from New York.

I was still very much hoping that he was going to come back, and I was still pining after him, but the more time that was passing, it was becoming less and less likely to me. I'd finally started to understand that he really didn't want me, and that he was never going to come back.

Even now, the thought makes my heart hurt a little bit.

It's not that I don't love Matt, because I do. I really, really do. I wouldn't have married him I didn't. We wouldn't be having a baby if I didn't.

I sigh all of a sudden. I'm going to be a Mom. I'm actually going to have a child.

A shudder runs down my back and my hands flutter down towards my sort-of flat stomach. It's starting to show a little bit, even though I'm only about 14 weeks along.

I push myself off the door and walk towards the sink and start cleaning my teeth. I look up into the mirror above the sink with the toothbrush hanging out of my mouth.

Obviously, I look a lot different now than what I used to, I've grown up. A lot of my features are more pronounced than they used to be, I look less...out of place than I used to. Everything is kind of...where it should be.

My hair is a lot longer now, and I'm less pale than I used to be. I think I look healthier for being less pale, but it could just be the pregnancy.

I finish cleaning my teeth and then go into our bedroom and gather my stuff up for the day. I slip some pumps on my feet on my way back out of the door and down the stairs.

Even now I'm still not comfortable wearing heels. I've haven't worn proper heels since I got married, and even then I ended up walking around bare foot for most of the evening.

A laugh bubbles up through my throat just as I get downstairs. It feels a little bit weird; I don't laugh enough, even now. I really need to make the effort to laugh more.

I gather the rest of my stuff for work together, and try and stuff it all into the bag that I take with me. I should probably invest in a new one.

I teach at the one of the High Schools in Seattle. I've only taught there for just over a year, and although it's not something that I enjoy that much, it gives me something to do and it helps to pay the bills.

I put my bag onto my shoulder and then end up gripping the table when I sudden wave of nausea comes over me. I stand there for about 10 seconds waiting for it to pass.

I shake my head slightly and then walk towards the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water. The main problem is that I haven't eaten anywhere near enough, but I just can't bring myself to eat this morning.

I quickly drink a little bit of the water and then head towards the front door, grabbing my car keys on the way.

Another wave of nausea hits me just as I reach the door and I have to steady myself again.

The nausea eventually passes, and I open the front door and make my way outside.

I walk over to my car and climb in. My truck died in Senior Year of high school, and I replaced it back then, but Matt bought me a car when we got married. It saves me getting the bus every morning.

I start the engine and pull out of the driveway. Traffic is normally bad in the city in the mornings, so I have to leave quite early to get to school in time.

Typically it warms up in my car just as I get to school and pull into my space in the lot. I notice a new car at the far end of the lot, one I've not seen before, but something about it looks oddly familiar...

I look back at it and realise that it's a silver Volvo. A gasp gets stuck in my throat and my eyes automatically fill up with tears.

But it could be anybody, right? There's just a student who's gotten a new car and it just happens to be a silver Volvo. That has to be the explanation; I won't let it be any other explanation.

A few flashbacks suddenly enter my mind, things I haven't seen in a while and things that I'd tried to push to the back of my mind and lock up tight so that I wouldn't have to see them again.

A tear rolls down my cheek and I wipe it away hastily.

It's then that I realise that it's not just anybody, and it's not a student who's gotten a new car.

"Oh God,"

A/N: I hope you liked it! :D Please review, they make me very happy! :D

Disclaimer: I don't own the Twilight Saga. I'm just having fun with the characters. ;)

*Whispers* Psst. If you get the chance, head on over and read my new one-shot 'Unbreakable'. ;)