A/N: I've kind of abandoned the diary idea. Sometimes there will be extracts from their diaries, but it's pretty much a normal story anyway.

JPOV

The sonographer had raised his eyebrows yesterday when Bella had come into his room, followed by me, followed by Edward pushing Emmett in a wheelchair. He asked who Dad was and Emmett raised his arm and waved wildly, with a huge grin and laughing eyes. Bella settled down on the bed thing, and presented herself. Her 12 week scan, and she was letting us all be there. She pulled her top right up, exposing a tiny, almost unnoticeable bump, and the guy had put some jelly on it, which she moaned about being cold. He asked her if she'd had plenty to drink and Bella had retorted she was bursting for the loo and could we make it quick, and could he not press too hard? He laughed, and got down to work. Within moments, he was pointing to a fuzzy outline of a baby, and pointing out the head. Bella burst into tears, followed by Emmett. Within a minute, all four of us were crying. I think the scanner was tearing up too, but he asked Bella if they wanted printouts, and she said yes. She asked for four.

She came by later, and gave me and Edward one each. She also had come to collect Emmett, for her first pre-natal appointment. They explained it when they got back. It had all been their medical history, particularly Bella's, and blood tests, and lots of health checks for Bella to undergo. She was grumbling and irritated when she got back, and this progressed to over-emotional. Emmett rubbed her back and soothed her, reassuring her on all her silly worries, and not one of us dared to breathe a word about it being just hormones. None of us could quite believe this was happening yet.

Today was Emmett's first physiotherapy session. A young English girl with a voice smooth and sultry like thick whipped cream came into his little room, woke him up quite violently, and insisted that he get himself into his wheelchair, pushing me back into my chair with surprising strength when I made to help him.

"Oh no you don't, boy," she said, ignoring the fact she didn't even look twenty. "He'll be doing this on his own, and he'll be hurrying up about it too! Ah, Bella, how are you this morning?"

"Fine thanks, Roxy. Look, this is the baby scan picture. There's her little head." Roxy cooed over the photos, and she and Bella started making a shopping date.

"She?" Emmett demanded from his chair, where he'd managed to wriggle off the bed and into after much adjusting of bed heights and angles. "That's my boy there, Bella."

"Come along, Mr Cullen, we're late already. You should have been ready and waiting, now we'll have to rush." With quite surprising strength for someone so tiny, she wrapped her arms around Emmett's waist and hauled him into an upright position, then pushed him off at speed.

"Can the boys come too?" Bella asked from beside her.

"Yes, if they get a move on, I've got no time for dossing about! I'm a busy woman." We had to move quite fast to keep up with Roxy. I got a good hard look at her, and assessed. Smaller than Bella, who's around five foot four - I guessed at her being around five feet, she was slim, fast, and packing a tight body under the nurses outfit. Hmmm. Suddenly, I find uniform sexy. She wheeled Emmett into a room full of vertical bars and weight machines and treadmills and then got started. A guy in a tracksuit and trainers came over, and he gave us all a big smile.

"Hi, I'm Felix. Roxy here will be your nurse for the duration of your treatment here, and she'll be the one who checks on you afterwards too. So, ready for the hard work?"

EmmettPOV

No, I am not ready for the hard work, I decide, two hours later. I am in agony, I'm sweating absolute buckets and Bella has gone off in search of nourishment. Jasper and Edward are encouraging me gently, and Roxy is checking my pulse while I sit on the floor like a wet blanket. I look at her.

"Roxy, will I be able to walk by October?"

"That's when the baby's due, right?"

"Yes. I promised."

"Work hard, I see no reason why not. But you are definitely done for today. Try and get back in the chair for me." I haul myself back onto my stumpies and wobble. Roxy wheels my chair over. I grab the arms and pull myself into it, then start wriggling around to face the front. "Well done," she says, quietly. Underneath the front, she's all heart, this one is. "How are your legs feeling?" she asks, unstrapping me from the stumpies. I glance around to look for Bella. She isn't back yet.

"Bad. Sore."

"They will do. You're putting pressure on wounds, don't forget that. All your body weight is going onto hard plastic. Do you want me to sort you out some painkillers?"

"As long as -"

"Bella doesn't see, I know."

JPOV

I ask him about Roxy.

"Roxy is brilliant. She knows exactly how far to push someone, and exactly how far to push the pain barrier. She's helped me out a lot."

"Like hiding from Bella exactly how much medicine you need to keep the pain at bay?" He gives me a look.

"Bella has got enough on her plate without worrying about me. She's pregnant, sorting out a transatlantic move, looking after you and Edward, visiting me every single day without fail, and also arranging Esme's move at this end. She doesn't need to know how much pain I'm in."

"So Roxy gets it all?"

"And gives every single swear word right back at me." He gives me another look, and this one is all too familiar. "Like her, do you?"

"No."

"Liar, liar, pants on fire," he taunts me. I roll my eyes, but can't suppress the grin.

"What are we, four?"

"You like her."

"Shut up."

"I will not. Now, I didn't think you were into uniform."

"I wasn't."

"Ah, so you're into her uniform - or into it, as far as getting her out of it goes."

"Emmett, I'm as damaged as you are, except you can't see mine," I say, meeting his blue eyes with my grey. "Iraq nearly killed me." He reaches out, and without thinking, I take his hand. I haven't talked about Iraq since we got back. "I saw - I saw you lying in the fucking sand, bleeding, and I thought you were dead. I felt like someone was trying to rip my damn heart out. I'm screwed up, I wake up screaming and crying like a baby. Who needs someone like me?"

"Hell, Bella's stuck with me, and I'm quite literally half the man I was. Jasper, listen to me. All three of us came back from Iraq with scars. Bella has come out of the army with scars, and she was never in it. You can still be happy. Iraq took so many lives, and it took blood from us all. Don't let it take your life, and don't let it take your chance at happiness. I happen to know Roxy is single. Hell, you're screwed up, we all are. Just because Edward doesn't talk about it doesn't mean he doesn't feel it. Jasper, you're my brother as far as it matters, and in Iraq you were my man, and I was your sergeant. Brother looks out for brother, and a sergeant will die for his men."

"You knew that mine was there, didn't you?" I say, quietly. Without taking his eyes off mine, Emmett nods.

"I noticed the sand wasn't right. We had to get the evacuations finished, so I stood in front of it. I knew everything would direct around me. The depressor wasn't on top of the mine, so I stepped on it without realising. I was going to tell the bomb guys it was there. But it went off, and all I could think was that I was glad it wasn't one of you."

I let him sleep, and go off for a smoke.

"They'll kill you, you know," a soft voice says behind me. I turn to see Roxy. "But as your having one, give one here." She lights up, and we stand in companionable silence for a while.

"Nurses smoking, whatever next?" I ask, and she laughs at me.

"Not often. In fact, rarely."

"Just thought you'd join me?"

"You looked lonely, and sad. I hate being alone when I'm sad. Thought you might like the company. I can go, if you'd prefer."

"No, you're alright. How long you been here then?"

"A year. Graduated from Oxford."

"Straight to Headley?"

"Pulled some strings. My father was a soldier, my mother was an army nurse, and that goes back on both sides. Didn't want to go anywhere else."

"Fair play."

"Did you always want to be a soldier?"

"Right from the first. Edward did too, but he never made it such an obsession. And Emmett was never going to be anything but, until he met Bella. She made him follow his dream, said she'd leave if he stayed for her. She beat herself up about that after the bomb."

"Not her fault."

"No, but she looked after all of us, all the time. She always worried. So this term, we all swore to her, would be our last. We couldn't keep on doing that to her. She objected, but we wouldn't hear it. After a while, she stopped arguing. You could tell she was relieved, even though she tried hiding it."

"You love her?"

"Sister I never had."

She's quiet for a bit.

"You want to go for a drink later?"

"A drink?"

"Yeah, like a pub. A bar, Jasper. We could go for a drink, get to know each other."

"Are you asking me out?" I say, stubbing out my cigarette. She smiles as she stamps on hers.

"Yes. So, I repeat: fancy a drink?"

"Sure," I say. "What time?"

"My shift ends at seven. I'll pick you up from Emmett's room." I watched her walk away in some kind of haze, before springing into action and hurtling off to find Bella. I needed to get some decent jeans, and I had two hours to do it in.