Bella POV

I felt my features turn angry as I spied another size six girl in my vision. It was true

my stomach was only small, but I knew it would get bigger. I would get stretch

marks, and I would get fat. This was not exactly brilliant when you can't diet because

you don't eat anything unless your husband makes you. Diet pills similarly wont work

because they need to travel around the blood stream, yet another obvious problem

when your a vampire. And finally you were the same sage for the rest of eternity, you

didn't change. Which was a major problem in the sense that none of the imperfections

would ever go away!

Edward could sense me getting tense without having to be able to read my mind or

have jasper close by to read his whilst he was reading my emotions.

He squeezed my hand and kissed my temple, speaking against my hair.

"Sweetheart you need to calm down." He whispered.

I frowned, "they're all so slim."

"They are all to thin; there is nothing to them, no personality, looks or anything. They

wouldn't even be worth feeding on, you'd probably only get enough to fill a thimble,

and even then…" He breathed and stopped walking, so I did to. He turned me to face

him, holding both my hands and resting his forehead against mine.

"they wouldn't taste as good as you." He breathed and I smiled, him chucking at my

slightly dazed expression as his icy breath fanned across my face.

"Okay?" He asked, checking his reassurance had done its job.

I nodded, "Yes, thank you."

He frowned slightly, not in anger but in confusion.

"What for?"

I smiled and kissed his cheek, "You always know what to say."

He laughed, "Well I have had enough time to practice."

I giggled, "Love you, Mr Cullen."

He smiled and leant in to kiss me, "you to, Mrs. Cullen."

Our lips met and I hooked my arms tight around his neck, him almost bending right

over to kiss me. It would have been annoying had he not decided to pick me up

instead, to make it easier. He lifted me and I wrapped my legs around his waist, arms

still in a choke hold around hi neck.

He wasn't going anywhere.

Edward moaned and pulled back, me pouting at him as he placed a chaste kiss on my

protruding bottom lip.

"Come on, or we'll get no shopping done, and Alice will kill me."

I giggled, "Like she's not going to already."

He shrugged, "I'll take a chance, come on, I think your in need of some new night

ware as well."

I laughed as he set me down, his arm wrapping around my waist and steering me

towards the mall. His hand stroked the side of my stomach soothingly, the other deep

in his pockets.

I wrapped my own arms around him and leant my head on his arm.

"I love the way you phrased that, instead of saying pyjamas, not that they can really

be classed as that." I laughed.

He smiled, eyes glancing down at me, "I think the word pyjamas implies slightly

more material than you wear in bed.

I would have been blushing if I were human. He wasn't exactly speaking quietly, and

I could hear some old ladies tittering about my being pregnant and the fact we were

married and flirting behind me.

I swallowed back the tears, I was strongly hormonal this morning, and I didn't

need rumours and chattering behind my back upsetting me. Edward glanced at me

anxiously as I stopped walking, eyes wide and scared. He hushed me and wrapped

his arms around me, and yet again I was thankful that he always had the ability to

comfort me. I hugged him tight and cried into his chest, there were no tears to see,

but I could hear people talking about my stomach like it was the size of a blimp, as

though I were not conscious of it enough.

Edward stroked my hair, "Shush, hush don't listen to them sweetheart, they don't

understand." He whispered.

I coughed slightly, "Of course they don't." I snapped.

He sighed and I looked up at him, eyes sad and desperately apologetic.

"I didn't mean…" I started and eh smiled, kissing my forehead and pulling me back to

him.

"I know love its okay." He breathed, resting his chin on top of my head.

He let me stand like that for a couple of minutes before asking me the question I knew

would be repeated more than a couple of times today.

"Do you want to go home or are you okay?" He asked quietly.

I shook my head and pulled back, "I'm just hormonal."

He smiled and stroked my cheek, "It doesn't matter what people say or think you

know. Nothing is wrong with the way we are or this baby." He whispered, his hand

touching my stomach gently.

I nodded and covered his hand in one of mine.

"I know." I whispered, smiling for the first time since my hormone imbalance.

We walked through the shops, me trying not to get annoyed with everything that so

much as caught my eye or entered my vision. I nearly lunged for the man who tried

to sell me ice cream just because I was pregnant. Edward subtly dragging me away,

which was incredible, seen as I was snarling under my breath.

Then there was the woman who went to touch my stomach, I kindly stepped out of

her way, it was either that or break her arms. Edward sighed in disapproval at me, but

treated me to a three course lunch. I say treated, I didn't really have much choice, and

anyway in restaurants I got to order what I wanted, as opposed to when eh coked for

me,. Then I more often than not got salad.

The day could only get better.