Rose POV
"And the award for Album of the Year goes to Bella by Rose Cullen!" Taylor Swift announced.
Holy shit.
I can't believe I won.
Bella squeezed my hand from beside me, "Babe? Babe? You know you have to go up there and accept your award?" She asked.
I just gulped.
My wife laughed and helped me to my feet.
I got up slowly, well being pregnant will do that to you.
Yes I was pregnant, nine months with our little girl.
And to remind me, my little girl gave me a swift kick.
I almost doubled over.
Stupid pre-labor pains.
I had been having them all night.
Including during my performance.
Thank god it was a short song.
My second child was a pain tonight.
We already had a little boy at home, Nate, he was two.
These past three years have been quite a blur.
Three years ago we got married in a small ceremony in Hawaii, with our close friends and family with us.
We got married less than three months of our reunion.
After Bella and I came home from our honeymoon we started talking about kids.
Alice and Jasper were expecting their first child before we got married and from seeing them so happy about their unborn child gave us baby fever.
Alice was seven months along during the ceremony and cursed us that we didn't wait until after she got her body back for her to be a maid of honor.
But the week before we got married Bella went for her first round of IVF treatments.
And then Nate was conceived.
He was the spitting image of me, blue eyes and pure blond hair.
But he had Bella's cute nose and lips.
Bella and I agreed to carry each others eggs so we would be "carrying each other's babies", even though neither of us was the sperm donor.
That would be Edward, who is actually bisexual.
I thought he was interested in Bella, when he really was in a relationship.
Shortly after our reunion Edward ended his relationship and began dating, and then eventually married Garret.
Or Dada G as my son calls him.
Edward and his husband Garrett, have become Dads to our babies, they adored Nate, and can't wait for our little princess.
Bella and I found out she was pregnant after we came from our honeymoon.
We called him our honeymoon baby, even though he was technically conceived before we were married.
A year after Nate was born I was inspired, musically, which spurred me on to release my debut album: Isabella.
The album was a labor of love and I've never worked on something so long.
I went from just working at a record company to being an actual artist.
Surprisingly it picked up critical acclaim and commercial success.
The first single debuted at number one, it was a cover of Fun's We Are Young, which always reminds me of the night Bella and I got back together.
My own label wanted me to do press, but I only agreed to do New York City promo, because Nate was still small and I didn't want to be far from my family.
Even with a small amount of promo, the album went to number one.
It surpassed all of my expectations.
A few months after the album debuted I went on a short tour, with Bella and Nate beside me.
We traveled to about 15 cities and played intimate venues.
The energy of being on tour was unreal.
When we came back from touring, Bella and I decided that we wanted another child.
So I said I would carry the baby this time.
After all my tour was over and the sales were doing just fine without promo.
But I didn't anticipate that I would be nominated for eight Grammys.
Thank god we moved to LA a year ago or else I would not be here.
At nine months I was unable to fly.
And now here I am, at the Grammys with my wife accepting my fifth grammy of the night.
Back to reality, I finally reached the stage, with my wife's help
Taylor handed me my Grammy.
She hugged me first.
Damn she was pretty in person.
"Oh my god. You guys must be sick of me by now." I laughed nervously holding my grammy.
The audience laughed.
"I can't begin to describe the happiness I am experiencing right now. This album was a side project and was inspired by the birth of my son, Nate." I began.
I continued, "All of the late nights in the studio and the writer's block has paid off. Truly. Getting to write about my beautiful wife, and son made this album so special, but this award takes it to another level. To know my words, my lyrics, and my music has touched someone, besides my family, is so special. I thank my manager, my label for allowing me to do this, my wife and son, who is at home with his daddies, hi baby, my parents, my family, my friends, and thank you to the fans and the recording academy. Last but not least thank you to my uborn child for not popping out of me tonight with all the walking and performing, and seat dancing. Thank you." I ended my speech.
My wife had tears in her eyes and lead me to the backstage area.
We had to go through the press before we could leave, and every interview was started with, "Oh my god you look ready to pop!"
Or with "So when is your baby due? Tonight? You're so large."
Thanks?
I'm nine months along, what do you expect?
I hate E! News.
And the ET.
This is how the second half of the night went, all over the green room were reporters, and then there was the press room itself.
Jesus christ my feet were killing me.
But I was thankful for the night to be over with.
When I was in the press room I felt constant pain, serve pain.
Labor pains.
Shit.
Those weren't pre-labor contractions.
They were real contractions.
I had to interrupt the reporter who was currently asking me a question, "Excuse me, I'm sorry my baby decided she wants to make her appearance tonight. Good night."
The press room gasped.
My wife's eyes went wide.
I accidentally revealed the gender of our almost born child.
As I approached her she became panicked.
Not because I revealed too much information, but that I was in labor.
"Babe as much and I love you and our chid, I am not giving birth backstage at the Grammys." I said clutching my belly.
That sprung Bella into action.
"Move people! My wife is in labor! Move!" She screamed.
Finally we made it into the car.
Twenty minutes later we arrived at the hospital and Lilly Isabella was born.
Tonight I truly was a winner.