Knock Me Up, Please

by gabby1017

Bella decides she wants a baby and her biological clock ticks like a time bomb. She won't try a sperm bank; she wants to meet a man, talk and check out his genes and then roll him over in the clover for a one-night Lo-ver. Can it happen that way?

10. Chapter 10

Knock me up, please?

My thank yous first:

Thank you to my Beta, Fran… She's my queen along with Barbra. My wonderful prereaders: PAD, Eve, Cheryl and Dinia; the princesses of my FF world. And my best friend, Jannie.

Thank you, my readers, for the love and support. Please, review. It's such a thrill to read your thoughts and ideas.

Disclaimer: I own nothing Twilight.

Chapter Ten: The Plan

Edward bolts through my door and stands there with his hands on his hips. After a quick look around, he focuses on me. "I'm sorry for the late hour, but Emmett only gave me your address, not your number." He's nervous. "I guess he thought I wouldn't come by tonight." He rubs the back of his neck with his head down. "But I need some answers."

I stammer as I close the front door, "Ah, um, would you like to sit down?"

He nods his head and I lead us into my living room. My bare feet pad across the dark wood floor followed by the screech of Edward's sneakers.

He sits on one end of my rounded, over-stuffed sofa and awkwardly moves one of the throw pillows to one side as he leans his left arm on the rest.

I offer him a drink and he declines. I take a place on the other end of the sofa, bringing my feet up, sitting Indian-style while resting my elbows on my knees. "So, what questions did you want answered?" My voice isn't shaky, but I tremble on the inside.

He clears his throat, "First, I want to know about your doctor. Who he is? What has he found?"

As I begin to answer, I sit forward and one of my tank straps falls to my elbow. Edward's eyes follow my hand as I raise it back into place, unintentional giving him a great show of cleavage. I make light of this, pulling the tank down in the back, thus raising the front as I continue, "My doctor is a woman. She's the mother of a friend."

"I thought Alice's mother was a teacher and Rose's a florist," he interrupts.

"They are; it's my friend James whose mother is an OBGYN. When I told him I was pregnant, he arranged an appointment for me right away," I interject.

"So you told James before me?" he snaps.

"I didn't know your name, but I went to the hospital looking for you, and the reception nurse intimated that you were with her. She recognized me from that night in Two Joes," I quietly explain. "I did try to find you, Edward."

He sighs, "Lauren. Believe me, we're not together, but that's very unimportant. So, what did James' mother say?"

"My stomach measurements had her believing I was ten weeks, but after the sonogram she saw the twins. They are progressing well. They looked like flat-headed lizards to me." I half smile.

He huffs and I hear a small chuckle but he catches himself, becomes serious and

crosses an ankle over his knee. "What did she say about you?"

"I was a little anemic, but she prescribed a prenatal with extra iron. She also gave me a list of foods that were beneficial and one of do's and don't's."

"I'd like to see that. Also, I would like to meet with her." Edward answers in a very businesslike manner.

"Well, I won't be keeping her as my doctor since she's located in Port Angeles," I flatly state. "She did recommend a few doctors here."

"I would like to see that list, too, Bella."

"Sure." I walk out of the room and return, handing the lists to Edward.

Instead of sitting at the end of the sofa, I sit in the middle watching Edward as he looks over the papers.

His wayward, full hair falls over his forehead and frames his brows. No man should have hair begging to be touched that way. His lashes fan over his cheeks and it's not fair that he should have such thick, long ones. No man should smell so clean yet musky from a long day's wear. No man should be this desirable in his angered tolerance. Subconsciously my mouth begins to water as I stare, rubbing a finger over my bottom lip.

He looks up and with his mouth agape, his eyes follow my finger.

Neither one of us moves, speaks or breaks eye contact.

I have to keep in mind that I can't show my feelings. It wears on me that Edward thinks I tricked him so I am not a candidate for 'Mommy of the Year'. I will have to tolerate his distrust and misguided opinion of me for now.

Edward sits up with papers in hand. "I think she has covered all the bases, but I would like to add a few things for you, Bella. Also, help pick a doctor and arrange for the DNA test."

I nod.

He continues, "Do you still have nausea?"

I stir out of my daze. "Ah, I have felt queasy, but it has subsided. Since I found out I was pregnant, all I want to do is eat."

"Are you eating right?" He shows the doctor face.

"If you're asking if I eat junk food, I don't." I quietly answer him. "But the morning sickness

was an-all-day-affair. I've eaten little in the past few weeks. I thought it was the flu."

"Any leg cramps, dizziness, or insomnia?

"No. I sleep like the dead."

"Constipation?"

I frown, "Really, Edward?"

He shakes his head. "What about being tired?"

I sing with a hint. "Well, I could sleep right now."

"I have one question," he barely whispers.

I lean forward to hear him.

He sadly looks into my eyes. "Why me?"

Do I tell him the truth and bear my soul?

I shake my head.

He won't believe me.

I dryly say very slowly, "Why not you, Edward?"

I get up go to the door and open it. "Drunk or not, Edward, you wanted me, too."

He says nothing to my comment.

He clears his throat while reaching into his wallet and taking out a business card. "Would you call my cell, so I will have your number? This way I can call you without barging in like this."

"Sure," I flatly mumble.

"When you are rested, I would like to continue this conversation, Bella." He hands me his card. "We have a lot to talk about."

He leaves without speaking or saying goodbye.

I text him, "Here you go." B.

Within seconds, he answers, "Thank you." E.

I banter with arrogance, "Should you be driving and texting?" B.

He writes, ""I'm still in your driveway." E.

I slyly push the curtains to one side and his car is there. Something comes over me and I open them all the way looking out.

Edward's eyes lock with mine; I give him a small smile and a sigh, closing the draperies.

My phone chimes again.

Edward texts, "Get some sleep." E

I don't bother to answer.

This little bit of defiance makes me stand straight and I head to bed detouring to the kitchen for a snack.

EPOV

She exasperates me, but I didn't want to push her. The dark circles under her colorless eyes concern me about her health and her ability to care for herself and my children. We need to implement a diet and exercise plan, a work schedule, and a sleep routine. Then we can establish some sort of understanding for our future and our children, depending on the DNA tests. Although, I do believe they are mine.

There are so many questions running through my mind but I don't seem to be able to focus on any of them. If I honestly think about all of this, I am angry with her and her selfish means. Emmett says she has her reasons and I need to ask her. Well, I would like to know what would possess someone to trick another in a devious attempt to become pregnant by a total stranger.

It's reckless.

It's impulsive.

It's self-destructive.

Maybe I need to think about full custody should she be unfit.

I look up and see movement from the front window. Bella looks out and our eyes meet. Her little smile pulls at me.

I text her to get some sleep, but she doesn't answer. There's a heaviness in my chest and I

rub it gently as I back out of her driveway.

BPOV

I awake to the text chime of my cell. I grumble, "If Alice is texting to meet somewhere I'll…"

It's Edward. He's on his way over with breakfast. Jesus, doesn't he work?

"Aw, you just woke me up!" B

He texts back in record time.

"Well good, you're up and you can eat." E

I don't even take two steps out of my bathroom and there is a hard knock on my front door.

Once again, I look a mess, but at least my teeth and hair are brushed.

I find Edward on my doorstep, holding two, huge, brown grocery bags. He asks where the kitchen is and walks down the hallway with me close behind, staring at his ass.

It's a nice ass.

He places the bags on my island and proceeds to take Styrofoam containers, and what appear to be bottles of juice, out of them. I sit on a stool and question him, "What's all of this?"

"Breakfast, lunch, and dinner are in the white containers and the bottles are different tonics," he mumbles as he takes each item out and places them on the island avoiding my eyes.

"Edward, I do have food." I sigh. "But I thank you for your thoughtfulness."

His answer stings, "Don't get any ideas, Bella, this is not thoughtfulness. You're anemic. I see it in your eyes." He grabs my hand and runs a finger over my nails. "And your nails have ridges."

I pull my hand away.

"You need to take better care of yourself. The tonics are for precautionary measures. I left a report on each one for you to read. I hope you will drink them. I certainly can't force you, but they will prevent any complications during pregnancy and delivery."

He sounds like a textbook.

"If you have any questions, let me know." He starts to walk out of the room.

"Edward …"

He turns. "Yes?"

I stammer, "Um … I … never mind. Thank you."

"Sure." He walks out once again with no goodbye.

Once the front door closes, I feel the tears fall down my cheeks. Wiping them away, I take a bottle and read the taped report on the side with a three-page letter from Edward about how wise women would take herbal tonics for child rearing thousands of years ago. The herbs improve the health condition of a pregnant woman by balancing and sustaining the energy flow of the body.

Edward suggests I drink a cup of the Raspberry Tonic Infusion in place of coffee. I grab the Raspberry bottle, open the lid and smell. Hmm, pleasant. Tipping the bottle to my lips, I take a gulp. My eyes pop with the delicious taste and I lick any remaining liquid from my lips.

The bottle has all the benefits written in impeccable handwriting. I assume it's Edward's.

As I read, I nod my head.

Raspberry tones the uterus, preventing miscarriage and hemorrhaging. It eases morning sickness and nausea, reduces pain during labor and delivery, assists in the production of breast milk and increases fertility in men and women. I wonder if Edward takes this, because of his super sperm.

He also has a list of foods that will aid in my anemia. Another tonic, Nettle, acts the same as raspberry, but also nourishes both mother and child. It eases leg cramps and spasms, tightens and strengthens blood vessels, reducing hemorrhoids (oh brother) and postpartum hemorrhage and has a high calcium content.

This is all good for the babies and for me. Edward's intent is surely the insurance for healthy newborns.

But he knows.

He knows they are his; I can see it in his eyes.

The paternity tests are for everyone else.

Because he knows.

Maybe … just maybe … he might listen to the truth.

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