Heheheh! This is something my parents did when my mom was pregnant with me. I always thought it was really cute. :)
I hope I did Edward's POV justice.

Enjoy!


As I pulled up in front of Bella's house I zoned in on Charlie's thought.

It was just some dropped pizza. She didn't need to cry over it. I will never understand women. Especially not pregnant women.

Apparently today had been an emotional day. It was harder for me to go hunting now that Bella was going into her seventh month. She was getting extremely moody and restless and complained about her back hurting quite often. Usually I felt useless and weak. I wished I could carry the baby if it would make her feel better. Thankfully morning sickness was done. That had been horrible; watching her being sick, rubbing her back and seeing her not eating much. Only mangos, and only if it was a good day.

I walked up the porch steps and rang the doorbell. I could hear Charlie lift himself out of his favourite arm chair; the springs and the body of the chair creaked in an unhealthy way as his weight left it. He walked slowly to the door, probably trying to catch as much of the game that was on that he could. Finally he reached the door and he pulled it open.

"Oh, hi, Edward. Bella's upstairs. I dropped some pizza she made. She didn't like that much. Maybe you can get her to settle down." Poor Charlie. The pictures of Bella's cheeks flushing and her lips pinching together in Charlie's head made me smile.

"Thank you, Charlie. I'll see what I can do." I stepped into the house and quickly let all my senses soak up that freesia scent I'd missed all weekend. I climbed the stairs and followed the hallway to her room. I opened the door quietly to reveal my beautiful Bella lying on her bed, belly up in the air, and face turned to the popcorn style ceiling.

I couldn't take my eyes off her. I leaned on the doorframe and took her in. Her stomach had grown noticeably; it bumped out of her and lifted her shirt so I could see the bottom of it. She hated the maternity clothes Alice had insisted on buying her. She usually just wore old gym shirts to bed.

The tears had left shiny streaks on her face but other than that she looked completely at peace. Her hair was flared out around her head, as if she'd simply fallen onto the bed and not moved, which she probably had. Her eyes were shut and her breathing was slow and comforting. She had her hands paced on her tummy and she was whispering to the baby.

"You know, you'll probably be the most spoilt baby ever. You'll have a mommy and a daddy and all the aunts and uncles you'll ever want. One of those aunts is Alice, you've already met her, in fact you've had many conversations with her. Well, she'll give you anything you want. So if me or daddy ever denies you something, you know where to go.

"Emmett, your uncle, he's just nuts. You'll know what I mean when you get here. Aunt Rosalie will act more like me, though. She won't let you get away with everything. Uncle Jasper will always be there if you need to talk, he's empathic." She'd gone over this time and time again with the baby. Always reassuring it that there would never be a time in its life where it wouldn't have a place to go or someone to talk to.

"Hello, beautiful. How was your day?" her heartbeat quickened at my voice. I felt it more than heard it. My whole being was bent and tuned to fit her every movement, breath and heartbeat. She peered at me over her tummy.

"Better now. Baby and I were moody today."

"Ahh, I see." I said as I made my over to lie beside her. "I brought you a present." Her face contorted into an annoyed expression. It was still breath taking.

"Don't get mad. Only the part you can eat is for you." She face relaxed and she laid her head against the wall behind the bed.

"Oh, well in that case, what is it?" from my one pant leg pocket I took a banana popsicle. She squealed and took it from my hand. It hadn't melted because my body acted like its own personal refrigerator. She ripped open the package and started to take large chucks off it the stick with her teeth. At the beginning of the pregnancy it took her at least five minutes to each a popsicle. She now had it down it thirty seconds.

When she was done she handed me the wrapper and sticks and I threw them into her garbage can.

"Thank you so much, Edward. I really needed that."

"Any time, love." I assured her.

"So what's the other part that's not for me?" I reached into my jacket and extracted an iPod and a pair of huge, old fashioned headphones. She raised an eyebrow.

"I don't get it." I chuckled at her confusion. I plugged the earphones into the iPod and put the earphones on either side of her belly and then pressed play. The music played soft enough that Bella couldn't hear it.

"When the baby is born it will already have musical appreciation. Not to mention good taste in music." Bella smiled and the whole room brightened. She brought her hand up to rest on my cheek. My skin immediately reacted by sucking up any warmth in could take and storing it in each individual cell that her hand touched.

"You are amazing. I love you." My angel told me.

"No where near as amazing as you are, Bella. I love you too." She took my face with both hands now and pulled my face down. Our lips met and I could hear nothing but her heartbeat that started working even faster. I pulled back before any other emotions could take me and laid at her side. She snuggled up against me and I wrapped my arms around her, my hands resting on her belly. I readjusted the headphones and she took the iPod to look through it for certain songs.

We laid together, talking and laughing and picking out the most ridiculous songs we could find, until Charlie came up to bed. Then I took the headphones off and powered-down the iPod. I turned Bella's lamp off and she got under the covers.

"Goodnight, Edward. Thank you. Baby is definitely going to love its daddy." I pushed my nose into her hair.

"Not as much as it will love its mommy. Sleep well, Bella. I love you." She mumbled something incomprehensible to even me and then slipped off into sleep.