A/N: Hey. Sorry guys, but a lot of jack shit happened in my life the past month (I moved back to Poland, and My best friend died. They weren't able to gether unborn baby out in time, either. Stupid drunk drivers. I swear to God, if I ever find who did that... RIP Gina and Joyce. You would have been a great little godchild.) but 'm back now! And not so happy to report that this story will not be dragging on for much longer. It's not over yet, but I took out a lot of stuff and it's a lot shorter now. Edward comes in this chapter, too... if only in voice.

Oh, and I keep forgetting to ask you guys... Do you see any errors in anything in this story? My cuz Victoria (Leah Hunter) Checks over every chapter (Bless her awesome soul) to make sure it's okay, because english isn't my first language. It's polish, which is very different from english. So, to all my polish peeps, Jedźmy z działu!

Chapter 9 I think?

I rubbed my large baby bump contentedly. I was six months into my pregnancy now, and man, was I big. I mean, I was lucky; I didn't gain the weight anywhere but my belly, but I was starting to miss my toes. And my ability to walk semi-properly. It all came with being a mother, I guess. At least the morning sickness was gone by now.

I couldn't bend over anymore, either, so I was appologizing 24/7 when I had to ask someone to pick somehting up that I dropped, which was quite often.

"Bella, are you hungry?" Esme asked. It was a saturday, and I was hanging out at the Cullen house while Charlie was visiting Harry Clearwater.

"No, I'm good for now." I assured her. Alice was babbling on and on about colours for baby rooms, if the girls would be identical, which would have which parent's features, and even the diper brand she wanted to use for the babies, I think. I sighed. his pixie like vampire was more set on preperation for these kids than I was. But I found myself lounging on the couch, eyes drifting closed, listening to her sweet, melodic voice as though it were a lullaby. The hardness of my babies under my skin intensified it impossibly.

I was almost in dreamland when a shrill ring reverbrated through the room. My eyes snapped open. It was Esme's cell phone.

Everyone was in the living room at the time, and we all knew who it was. Anyone else would have called the landline. I swallowed, suddenly feelin not ready for Edward to know.

Esme only hesitated for a tenth of a second, shooting a calming, sympathetic glance in my direction before answering the phone, hitting the speaker button so I could hear. ight. feeble human senses.

"Edward Anthony Masen Cullen what the hell has gotten into you?" She asked into the phone, shocking us all. Esme was never one to curse.

"Esme... You know why I keep my phone off." I bit my lip to stiffle a gasp. His voice was dead... emotionless; almost roken, and yet it sent scalding daggers flying through my heart.

She sighed. "Yes, but Edward you have no idea how important this is." She stressed.

"Important?" He sounded doubtful. I clutched my babies inside my stomach for suppot, squeezing my eyes shut.

"Yeah, man. Like, epiclly apocalyptical you-need-to-be-here-like-yesterday impotant." Emmett informed him.

"Emmett, I'm not in the mood for games." Edward's honey-and-velvet voice was slightly irritated.

Everyone started to talk at rapid speeds, all at the same time.

"It's not a joke or a game, Edward!" Jasper insisted.

"Edward, you will regret it if you don't find us right now." Alice.

"Edward, I've been like your father for over a hundred years now; I can't just watch you wallow in self-pity and regret." Carlisle was stern.

"They're right! You're suck a jackass! How could you do something like that?" Rosalie shouted.?"

"Something like what, Rose?" Edward asked. I panicked, shaking my head at the blond beauty. She rolled her eyes with a small smile. She wasn't going to tell.

"You're going to have to come find us to see, now aren't you?" she teased.

"Okay, okay, fine!" Edward gave in with an audiable sigh. "Where are you?"

"The Forks house..." Alice informed him, wincing, waiting for his responce.

"You're WHERE?" He yelled. I cringed, my arms automatically curling almost completely over my belly, as though mother instinct maded me protect my babies. "I thought we agreed not to go back! hat you would leave her alone!"

"Oh my freaking God! Bella, just tell him to get over here." Alice said, sounding exhasperated.

"Alice!" I gasped. He wasn't supposed to actually know I was here!

"Alice!" Edward said at the same time as me. "Bella's there?!"

"No, Edward, I mean bella, my new pet giraffe." Sarcasm dripped off her words. "Just talk, Bella."

I opened my mouth to speak, just realizing the anger I felt towards him for leaving me like this. I calmed it a bit, but tears streaked down my face.

"E-Edward. I don't cae if you don't want to see me o-o-or don't love me or whatever the hell kind of game you were playing before you l-left, but there is a big... problem here and it concerns you so I suggest you get your sparkly vampire ass down here or I will hunt you down and drag you here myself, and I am in no condition to do that." I was panting at the end of my rant, and started to lean over to press the end button. Emmett noticed my struggle and did it for me, but there was still time for Edward to get a few words in.

"Problem? What? No condition? Are you hu--" Beeeeeeep. The dial tone took over his voice. It rung again almost immidiently, but Emmett turned the phone off.

What if he didn't come? I was a human; not nearly a threat. What if he did come? Could I handle that? What if he didn't care? What if he didn't want his kids? What if e tried to get me to put them up for adoption? What if he wanted them, and not me, and took my babies away from me?

A small sob escaped my lips, and I was suddenly enfolded in a 7 + 3 way hug that involved one human, six vampires, and three halves. Talk about a dysfunctional family.

All there was left to do now was wait.

A/N: That's all for now, folks, sorry. Edward is in the next chapter. Well, to my polish friends ;)

Tylko piekło to ... Oto dowcip można czytać tylko jeśli polski lub tłumacz! To pewnego rodzaju żartuje z naszego akcentu i rodzaju sposób myślenia i czytać rzeczy, choć, więc jeśli nie lubisz, nie czytaj!

Pewnego dnia, imigrant z Polska weszła w Nowym Jorku, posterunek policji, aby zgłosić, że jego amerykańska żona zamierza go zabić.
Policjant na służbie był zaintrygowany tym, a on zapytał: "Jak jesteś pewny, że ma zamiar zabić? Ona grozi zabić?
"Nie", odpowiedział zdenerwowany imigrantów.
"Słyszałeś jej powiedzieć komuś, że ma zamiar zabić?
"Nie"
"Czy ktoś powiedzieć, że twoja żona ma zamiar zabić?
"Nie"
"To dlaczego w imię Boga did you think she is going to kill you?" zapytał zdenerwowany policjant.
Bo znalazłam butelkę na kredensie i myślę, że trucizna gonna do mnie! "
Podał policjanta podejrzanego butelki. Policjant wyjął jedno spojrzenie na etykietę na butelce i zaczął się śmiać głośno.
Imigrantów, oburzył się i powiedział: "Co to jest tak zabawne? Czy nie widzisz, etykiety na butelki mówi" Polski Remover"? (The label was "Polish Remover" As in, Nail polish remover.)
:)

Until next time,
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