Disclaimer: Of the long list of possessions that are under mine and imadoodlenoodle's name we were sadened to realize that Twilight, Edward, Jasper and Emmet were not there. The rest of the Cullens were missing too and that added to the disappointment, though nothings more defeating than realizing that those boys are not yours...

A/N: Oies, so...yeah. WEll as this story gets more into where it's going, we needed a little research...so break today, imadoodlenoodle and myslef go to find our Biology lecturer...we ask her a few vague question-ones that we just don't have the time to look up online because we're too busy writing--and i now think it's safe to say that my lecturer thinks i'm pregnant- X-edward-hasnt-met-me-yet-X expect a visit from the family laison officer next week...the point of that was putting my reputation in the dirt so that we could entertain you lovely people, so now i've done that for you, the least you could do is review...pretty please...

Chapter 2

After my sixth run to the bathroom I decided that I would just stay there permanently until it passed. It wasn't long before Edward came to find where I was—curled up on the bathroom floor, exhausted with a throat as raw as if it had been polished with sandpaper.

When he saw me he couldn't help but to let a small chuckle leave his lips.

"Bella love, what are you doing?" I didn't have the energy to sit up or even look into his eyes so I just mumbled into the floor.

"Lying on the bathroom floor." Even to me my voice was weak and pathetic.

"What's wrong? Why are you on the floor? What can I do?" That's all I needed Edward panicking.

"Edward, its only morning sickness; I think. I can't stop throwing up, my throat is inflamed, and I feel like I've been heaving my guts up all morning. Please just let me lay here." Talking really wasn't helping either of my dilemmas—sickness and throat. I just wanted to lay here on the cool bathroom floor- to recover from the last bout of sickness.

"Honey, you can't lay here all day."

"Look Edward, I've been running back and forth all morning, I'm sick and tired of it so I am just going to stay here and wait. If you have a problem with it then by all means take my place!" If I could have collapsed I would have; that took the last of my remaining energy out of me. He sat down next to me before pulling me onto his lap and rocking me back and forth while humming my lullaby rather rigidly.

"Bella, baby, please tell me what I can do to help. Do you want a drink? Some food? Alice? Shopping? Clothes? Carlisle? Medicine? Uh, how about Charlie? Do you want Charlie? I'll go get Charlie right this moment!"

"No I don't flaming want Charlie!!" I tried to shout at him coming out more of a stifled screech.

Edward shivered and went visibly paler—which is extremely pale for a vampire so something must really be scaring him. "Charlie" Was all he said and from that one word I understood fully what he was thinking. Charlie was going to murder us both—well Edward, to me he'd probably lock me up for life and not let me see Edward again.

We sat in silence for about an hour before Edward finally spoke and when he did his perfect velvet voice was quivering.

"We'll have to move, tell him we're going to college—like we said we'd do for your change." His eyes made him look like he was in a trance; staring, unblinkingly straight ahead.

I didn't get a chance to respond though if I did I don't think I would have known what to say; I knew eventually I'd have to leave Charlie and I was okay with that, but right now I'm not so sure, maybe he'd like to be a granddad. When I looked back up at Edward I saw Esme walking towards us with her hands over her ears.

"Esme what's wrong?" Edward asked; I would have asked but once again my stomach was reaching and my head was hanging over the toilet. I heard her mummer to Edward if I was alright before answering his question.

"Can't you hear it? It's louder up here actually. It's like a thrumming sound. It's driving me crazy; I can't think straight. Why can't you hear it?" Esme's speak speeded up as she got more and more panicked.

"What do you mean?" Edward paused and listened. A strange look came across his face and then it dawned on him. He looked at me and knew it was coming from my direction. It was then that it clicked for me and him both. The recognition that broadened across his face brought a smile to my face—he could hear our baby. It took me a further two minutes to realize that if he could hear it, Esme could hear it then everyone else could hear it—that is everyone but me can hear it. Tears started to well up in my eyes—everyone but me would be able to hear my baby! That is so unfair! Stupid Human hearing! Esme and Edward looked to me to see why I was crying, I told them that I hated being human.

"It's not fair, why do you lot get to hear it and I don't? It's mine for Christ sakes, I want to hear it! It's just not fair!" I screamed before turning my head back over the toilet, letting tears and vomit fall into the basin. We would have to tell everyone and we had to tell them soon—they were going to think I was crazy at this rate otherwise.

"Edward can you hear it or not? It's driving me insane here! Please tell me I'm not the only one who can hear it." Esme's breathing was worsening as she got more agitated. I saw a calculating look in Edward's eye; he was trying to think of an excuse without letting on what it actually was.

"Its okay, Esme, my alarm clocks broken and it's making that funny sound. I've tried to fix it but it's just not budging. I'll get rid of it this week." She seemed to accept that. That only gave us this week to tell them.

"Edward? We don't sleep. Why do you need an alarm clock? Hang on, when did you get an alarm clock?"

"Uh, well with Bella sleeping over often and with me being away sometimes I thought it would be a good idea to umm get her an alarm clock?"

"Oh, okay dear." Esme then came and sat with me; put a hand on my shoulder—supporting me as I heaved again.

"Bella, darling, have you eating something funny? How are you feeling? Is it passing?" Esme really had no clue; it was great.

"I'll be fine. I don't know what it is, but I think its passing now; don't think I've got much more to bring up." This time when I heaved nothing came up, so I was definitely over the worst of it. Esme decided to stay with me so that Edward could go and get me a drink and call Charlie to tell him that I would be staying here again because I was ill and they didn't want to move me.

When Edward came back Esme went back downstairs because the 'thrumming' sound was really loud upstairs and she couldn't stand it any longer; little did she know that she would have to put up with it for a further seven months. Now that the nausea had worn off more I was able to hold a proper conversation so—to Edward's delight—we talked about how we were going to tell everyone, the heartbeat situation, and of course our future.

I was glad that he had finally come to terms with this baby was his and that however it has happened it is obviously possible. It wasn't until that evening that we were getting ready to go and tell everyone the good news that he brought up the previous conversation. It must still be nagging in the back of his mind because he's thinking about asking Carlisle later tonight if he has any idea how it has happened. It would be nice to understand how it has happened but I don't feel the need like he does to know; I'm just happy that it has happened.

That was another thing that I couldn't believe: happiness' joy. How is it that when Edward wanted marriage I couldn't even stand to think about it but now that I'm having his child I feel warm and fuzzy and feel like nothing else matters? I wanted this. I didn't think that I would mind not having a family of my own as long as I got to spend the rest of time with Edward, but now that I have got that little touch on my own child, I'm not sure whether I would have been able to cope forever without it.

Probably would have because I wouldn't have known what it was like, but then again I may have ended up like Rosalie; hating my change and the guilty despise toward those who still have that opportunity. Maybe, maybe not. I would never know what would have been; like many other situations, but I wasn't going to spend my time worrying over what could have been either. A strange and unpredicted opportunity for happiness had arisen and I was going to snatch it with both hands while I could.

Edward and I sat at the top of the 'family meeting' table, with Carlisle at the opposing end. I stood up looked in Alice's direction—she was pretty much bouncing out of her seat and I hadn't even told them yet—she gave me a wink so I went ahead and started.

"Hey everyone, sorry to disturb your evenings. Edward and I have something very important and exciting to tell you all. WE have no idea how, but I'm…"