Thanks go out to arolfe for the idea of the flashback to when they first met and dragolove…your review made me smile. Thanks so much for liking the story. I haven't had any flames on this story so far and for that, I'm grateful. Thanks again. –Love, Shalaina.

PS: Seriously, I don't think I've ever specified what month it is and about four or five months ago, they were outside doing a picnic so let's say it was April then and now it's almost Halloween? That would mean Bella is now 26. That sounds about right. Right? ;)

BPOV (Late sixth month early seventh month of the pregnancy? Okay.)

Today was going to be difficult. It was the 8th year anniversary of the first day Edward and I met. I know, it's really cheesy to keep track of the day you and your husband first met, but that's the way Edward and I were; Young and in love. We kept track of a lot of important dates, if you know what I mean.

The first time we met was just as common as any other couple. There was no knight in shining armor saving the damsel in distress or anything cheesy like that. It was simple and sweet and, well, let me just put it this way.

Flashback (Bella is in her first year of college)

I was in the library looking for books to do research on my persuasive essay I had to write for my English Literature class and I couldn't find the state prison records. Before you get too freaked out my essay was about the death penalty in prisons and whether they should be abolished or not.

So here I was bent over, with my head stuck in a cabinet, searching through the card catalog. I had gone through the whole thing about 5 times. Seriously, what library didn't have prison records? As far as I knew, college libraries were supposed to have everything. I guess I didn't know very much.

"Excuse me, do you need some help?" I heard a deep, smooth voice ask. I turned my head and from the direction I was looking, I was level with a man's, you know, crotch.

I could feel my face catch fire and I look up to see who was standing in front of me. This nameless man had the most brilliant, bright green eyes and a long straight nose that fit his face perfectly with his strong, chiseled square jaw. He was positively gorgeous!

"Um, I, uh, d-do you work here?" I stuttered like an idiot, straightening my posture when I realized I was still bending over.

"Oh, uh, no, I don't, but you looked like you were frustrated and I come here a lot so I thought maybe I could come over and see if I could help you find what you were looking for, but if you don't need my help, then it's fine. I'll just go sit back down, I'm really sorry to bother you, I-"Okay, hot guy seriously had a bad case of word vomit. This made me feel slightly better.

"Wait, just slow down." I interrupted, giggling. "What are you studying?" I asked, curious.

"I'm sorry." He smiled, scratching the back of his neck. "I'm studying in the medical field, but I've been considering taking a break to go into the service." He shoved his hands into his pockets, nervously.

"That would be very brave of you. What made you want to consider the army or navy or whatever you're thinking about going into?"

"I was thinking about the Army. My grandfather was in the Army and we were always very close. I've always aspired to be like him. I wanted to go into the Army right after I got out of high school, but my dad, who is a doctor, suggested I wait a few years. I don't really want to wait that long, so after this year I plan on enlisting."

"Wow. It's cool that you're so passionate about that." I smiled at him and he smiled back.

"Enough about me." He insisted. "Do you need help? We kind of got off track."

"Oh, I don't think so. I looked through this thing five times and I still can't find what I'm looking for. They must not have it." I said, looking back down at the cabinet.

"Well, what are you looking for? I might not be in your particular field, which is?"

"It's for my English Lit. class. I'm going into journalism."

"Yeah, so I'm not in your field, but I might be able to help. What is it you're looking for?" He moved closer, ready to look through the catalog like a pro.

"State Prison Records." I stated and he stared at me for a second.

"Okay…What were you looking under?" He asked, furrowing his eyebrows, staring down at the N, O, P drawer I had opened. He looked so cute.

"P. You know, for prison." I was smart, valedictorian of my graduating class, still top of my class at the moment. I went to the library often, I ruled the card catalog, but apparently this one was just too complicated for me.

He chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "It would be under Records, State Prison or Records, Prison. I haven't ever looked them up, but I know it wouldn't be under prison. The DDCis much more complicated than that."

I folded my arms across my chest and narrowed my eyes at the nameless beauty. "I am perfectly aware of how the Dewey Decimal System works."

"I'm sure you are. You don't seem like those dumb bimbo types. I was just helping you out." He closed the drawer and opened the one beside it containing the Q, R, S files. He flipped to the R's and pulled out the exact card I needed and handed it to me. "Here. Two aisles down probably toward the south end of the aisle. Sorry if I offended you in any way." He gave me a small smile and started to walk away.

I instantly felt bad. "Hey, wait!" I said, somewhat loudly. The librarian walking by gave me a sharp look. I mouthed 'sorry' to her and walked toward the nameless man.

"Yes?" He turned around and looked down at me. He was quite taller than me.

"I'm sorry for being such a jerk. I never got your name."

"I'm Edward Cullen." He said, smiling again.

"I'm Bella Swan. Thank you for your help, Edward. I would have never found this without you."

"You're welcome, Bella. It was no problem at all."

I nodded. "Maybe I'll see you later." My face started to heat up again.

"Definitely. I couldn't stay away from you even if I tried." He smiled and touched my blushing cheek. There was literally a shock when he touched it, but he didn't pull away. I looked up at him and he was still smiling.

"I probably couldn't either." I smiled at him before turning and walking to aisle 2.

The day we met was positively surreal. We connected instantly, despite my attitude towards him. I knew we were going to be together forever when his touch literally shocked me. Throughout our whole relationship, that spark has still been there, literal and figurative.

A few days ago, I took pictures of my stomach and sent them with a sonogram from my last ultrasound. Tons of them from different angles. I even took some pictures of me alone and then some of the whole family including some alone pictures of Rose and Emmett's baby John.

I didn't expect a reply. I really didn't want one either. I wanted to keep the stress and anxiety away and if that meant not talking to Edward then so be it. Talking to Edward would only make me more anxious to see him again and I didn't need any more stress. I would only be put on bed rest again and I didn't need that either.

The days are passing slowly, but I knew all I could do was hope and pray that Edward would be okay no matter what he was doing where he was and stay safe through everything.

I know this was a short one. But at least I got it out in a pretty quick time. I thought this chapter was pretty good. The flashback seemed pretty accurate. I don't know about you, but I think you should review and tell me how it was. Thanks!

PS: I PUT UP A POLL ON MY PROFILE ON WHETHER OR NOT YOU THINK EDWARD SHOULD COME BACK BEFORE, AFTER, OR DURING THE BABIES BIRTH. IF YOU CAN'T ACCESS THE POLL, WHICH I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU COULDN'T, THEN JUST REVIEW AND TELL ME OR IF YOU JUST DON'T WANT TO VOTE AND REVIEW INSTEAD, THAT WORKS TOO. VOTE IT UP! –Shalaina.