"When
you have a baby, love is automatic, when you get married, love is
earned."
--Marie
Osmond
Chapter 4
Bella's
POV. Two Months later...
(October 25th)
We were lying in the guest bedroom's bathroom. I was sitting next to the toilet with my hair in a messy ponytail. Edward was rubbing my back in slow circles.
"No, I'm fine. You can not make me go to the doctors."
"Bella. I will handcuff you and pull you out to the car by a rope if I have too."
His words shocked me. I made a face at him and he spoke again,
"Your going."
He walked over to me and kissed my forehead. I got up from the floor of the bathroom and went into my freezing cold bedroom closet. Since the bedroom window was still broken into pieces, so the cold Fall wind leaked through quickly. The closet doors were left open, so now the drift came into the walk in space.
"What do I wear?" I yelled and I turned around swiftly--falling into Edward.
I gasped. Then I playfully smacked and scolded him for sneaking up on me.
"Seriously, what do I wear for an Ultra Sound?" I asked, and held up two shirts for comparison.
Edward stood behind me and took the two shirts out of my hands. He unbuttoned my pajama shirt, took it off me, and placed it onto a hanger. Then he took another shirt, none of my selections, and pulled it over my head.
"Perfect." He announced, and I turned around to look at the full length mirror.
"It's blue." I looked up at him.
"Yes, blue looks lovely on you."
I felt myself blush and he leaned down into a kiss.
"This is a little weird. I am not sure I want to do this." I told Edward as we waited for the Ultrasound room to be ready.
He rolled his eyes.
"Hardly, Bella." He smiled, "It' just a scarce amount of gel, it might be cold though."
"What's that thing they use called? You know the tool they use to see the baby..."
He shrugged.
"I am not sure. I'm not a baby doctor."
"I would rather have you do it than the crazy doctor we met up with."
He held me close to him and then we got called by the same woman I was just talking about.
"Mr-Mrs. Cullen."
My eyes flashed up to Edward's face. He was smiling.
"Mrs. Cullen? You told her we were married?" I asked in a hushed tone.
"Of course, we are going to be in a few weeks. Might as well get used to the name."
He helped me up and put his hand on my back as Doctor "Lat" led us to the room. I looked down at my stomach, and saw a tiny bit of weight being gained, but still not a lot. This made me highly disappointed. I wanted to know that the little nudger was still in there.
"Okay, Bella, let's have a seat and pull up your shirt to reveal your stomach, please."
I did as she asked and laid back on the leather recliner and slowly lifted my shirt.
"Well, you are the pale one, eh?" Lat said.
Canadian... I knew it.
Edward watched me with eager eyes, almost like he was going to take it off himself if I went any slower. It was finally at my bust line and Edward took my hand.
Lat took the gel and slapped it onto my stomach. I flinched at the coldness. Oh, my...Edward was right. I heard him chuckle beside me and I smiled at him. She took the "tool" and started smearing the gel to all sides of my mid section. She looked at the monitor and moved the tool across my skin until she found where the baby was.
"Well, it's healthy and all. The real question is, would you like to know what the sex is?" She asked.
I looked up at Edward and he saw my pleading eyes.
"Of course."
"It's...a girl."
Edward's face dropped and mine lit up.
"What? Look at that...Girl's don't have that last time I checked!"
"....That is a finger, Edward." I told him.
"I don't think it is. Finger's don't look like that." He denied.
"Babies fingers do." The doctor said.
He put his hands up to the screen and pointed out anything he could that would prove it was a boy.
My answers were all,
"Another finger, Edward."
"You mean the umbilical cord?"
and...
"....feet."
Once I got the clear junk off me, we got a picture of the baby. The text in the right side of the photos read
"See you in April."
"April! Can you believe it? Our baby is coming in April." I smiled and Edward but he only had half of a smile.
"Are you still upset that it is a girl?" I asked.
"No, well, Kind of. I just wanted a boy to do things with. Football, Hockey, Piano lessons. Trying out for the soccer team."
"Well, a girl could do the same things. Just differently. Come on, are you not excited about our little girl coming down the stairs in the middle of the night and sitting on your lap telling you all about her bad dream? And when she tells everyone at school that she's "Daddy's Little Girl"."
I took his hand as he pulled out of the hospital parking lot. I looked down at my engagement ring and smiled. Then I looked down at his and I put my ring on top of his ring. They made a short and quiet clink noise and he smiled, too.
"Yeah, I guess a girl has advantages. Until she enters Womanhood-- Then I should stay clear." I shoved him and laughed at the face he made.
"I know a really good name for her," I told him excitedly.
"Ah, already thinking names are we? What is it?"
"Shailene."
"It's perfect. I love it."
"Me too."