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Those Three Words

Chapter 4 - Baby Books and Funny Moments

"I would've never thought these books could be so interesting," Edward muttered, his nose stuck in one of the pregnancy books. I laughed and sat down beside him on the couch.

"Which one are you reading now?" I asked.

"'Your First Pregnancy,'" he said, his voice distant. I giggled and read the page he was reading.

"Month two," I read aloud. "If you could see your baby now, you'd be able to make out her eyelids, the tip of her nose, and her upper lip. She's approximately three-quarters of an inch long from top to bottom, and her brain, spinal cord, heart, kidneys, liver, and stomach have begun to take shape. The aortic and pulmonary valves are distinctly present in the heart, which has now divided into right and left chambers and gallops at twice your rate (about 150 times a minute). She has distinct, slightly webbed fingers and toes and see-through skin." I took the pictures of the ultrasound and studied them again. This time, I gasped.

"You can make out the eyes, nose, and mouth," I said, astounded. Edward took the pictures and looked at them again. He only frowned.

"Um…not really," he disagreed. I laughed, rolling my eyes and pointed to the face.

"See? There's his eyes…"

"Her eyes?" he corrected, and I rolled my eyes again. He smirked.

"His eyes," I replied. "The nose, and his mouth." He squinted a little.

"Yeah, I guess I can see it a bit," he said. I grinned.

"And those features are definitely those of a baby boy's," I said stubbornly.

"How can you even tell?" He wondered.

I shrugged. He chuckled, rolling his eyes and looking through the book again. "You're gonna be tired a lot, and hungry, and moody…sounds fun," he mumbled.

I grimaced, but the mention of food suddenly had my stomach growling. "Is it time to go to my parents' house?" I asked. More like, complained. Edward grinned his signature crooked smile, still looking at the book.

"Not yet, but I'm sure they wouldn't mind if we showed up early," he replied, not taking his eyes off of the book.

"Let's go Daddy," I teased. "Let's not keep them waiting." He chuckled and sat the book down, pulling out the vitamins from the bag.

"Keep these with you," he told me, and I took the bottle.

As I got ready to leave, I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at my stomach. How big would it get? I've seen pregnant women before, and they looked like they stuffed beach balls under their shirts. I wasn't a large person, so how in the hell would I even carry something that big in me? Let alone give birth to it? And I've seen enough pregnancy shows to know that giving birth wasn't very pleasant. I poked my stomach and turned to the side, studying my belly. There was no bump yet, though my stomach was getting harder. I read in one of the million books Dr. Bailey gave us, that it can vary between a person. She told me, since I was pretty slender, that I could see a bump as early as my 12th week. So I decided to enjoy my slim body for now, as I slipped on a blouse.

I headed downstairs when I decided I was decent enough and found Edward on the phone again. He looked frustrated and flustered. I went over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. He sighed and soon hung up.

"Everything okay, Edward?" I asked. He nodded his head.

"Yeah. Everything's fine." He ran his fingers through his hair.

"It doesn't sound like everything is fine," I disagreed, taking his hand. "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing really," he insisted. "Just this whole deployment thing; it's more stressful than the actual deployment itself." I gave him a hug.

"Remember what you told me?" I asked him. He pulled back to look at me. "You told me that we'll make it. Together. So whatever it is bothering you, you know I'm here, right?" He smiled a little.

"I know." he kissed me softly.

"There," I smiled, taking the pictures of the baby. "Let's go let our families see 'Little C'."

"'Little C'?" He smirked. I shrugged.

"We won't know what I'm having for while, so I wanna call him 'Little C'." His smirk transformed into a full blown grin.

"'Little C'," he mused. "I like that." But then he frowned. "And it's her, not him."

I grimaced.

A/N: And so I leave you on a lighter note! I do have some rather bad news. This past week, I was on spring break. Which meant I was able to finish my previous story, "The Roommate" and start on this one. But, tomorrow, I'm heading back to school, and I'll probably post only on the weekends. I know, I'm sorry, and I'll try to post two chapters every Saturday.

Another thing: Thank you! Why? Because in the past three days, I've had so many people to add this story to their alerts or their favorites...or both! I even checked this story's traffic, and I'm impressed! For a story that's been out for nearly four days, it's getting somewhere! And so I say thank you! Keep 'em coming guys; review, favorite, add to story alerts! I'm definitely grateful! See you Saturday! J