BPOV

Four months along and extremely moody, I was beginning to show. I wasn't ashamed of my baby bump and wore shirts that displayed it proudly. Emmett's hands were on my belly every chance he got and Alice and Rose had me on a strict, healthy diet. Jasper and Edward would occasionally sneak me the crappy food I really wanted. Emmett and I had told our parents over Thanksgiving break, and they took it surprisingly well. I figured dad must really like Emmett, since he barely freaked. Emmett's mom was literally jumping for joy and his father high fived him. I could see where he got his personality from. It turned out, his mother is Tina McCarty, the fashion designer, and she promised that everything she could make for her grandchild, she would. Alice and Edward's dad was a doctor and set us up with a friend of his who was a terrific doctor. We had appointment to find out the sex of the baby.

I was lying on the chair bed thing with Emmett standing beside me when Dr. Schultz walked in, smiling warmly.

"Hello you two. How are you doing?" she asked sweetly.

"Good. I've been eating healthy and my friends had dragged me into a pre-natal yoga class." I answered happily.

"Very good, and I see you've started showing." I nodded and smiled up at Emmett who was beaming down at me. She set up the ultrasound equipment and lifted my shirt, squirting the cold gel on my belly. The room filled with them sound of our baby's tiny heartbeat. Emmett grabbed my hand and his smile grew.

"Are you interested in knowing the sex?"

"YES!" we both yelled excitedly. She laughed and pushed a few buttons.

"Looks like you've got a beautiful baby girl on the way." I beamed and looked at the screen where my daughter was shown.

"I told you so." Emmett chuckled as he whispered in my ear. I turned to face him.

"To be honest, I was hoping you'd be right." I said, smiling hugely. He leaned in and kissed me softly. The gel was wiped off my belly and I stood up, pulling my shirt back down. Dr. Schultz printed out enough copies of the ultrasound photo so we could give one to everyone who'd want one. On the ride home, I was picturing our daughter. She'd have the brown hair that her father and I both possessed. She'd have my almond shaped eyes, but in Emmett's deep blue color. She'd have my little nose that Emmett always commented on calling it 'cute' with his smile equipped with dimples. She'd be beautiful. I smiled to myself as I pictured her in my arms with Emmett's arms around me.

"What's got you so smiley?" Emmett asked, chuckling from the driver's seat.

"What do you think?" he just smiled and grabbed my hand, brushing his lips against it softly.

Everyone was ecstatic about the news about our daughter, as were Emmett and I. I couldn't stop looking at the picture of our growing baby at least 20 times a day. People at school had calmed down from the initial shock of my pregnancy. All of our teachers were very accepting, as well as some of the students. I say some because of course there was Tanya and her groupies who sent me non-stop death glares every day. Luckily, the morning sickness had begun to wear off, so I was able to eat without worrying about having it come back up. Angela and I had become very close and we all liked her and her boyfriend, Ben. They were extremely nice and two of the first people to accept the situation. Dad, Tina, and Dan all called frequently to make sure everything was okay. Emmett had been talking to them secretly lately and I could tell they were keeping something from me. I tried to not think about it too much and focused on school and the baby.

Emmett and I were sitting on his couch with him behind me as I leaned against his chest. In front of me, I had a large book of baby names and meanings and we continued to shoot out names back and forth, always disagreeing.

"How about Emma?" Emmett asked. I let it sit in my head for a moment before shaking my head.

"No, too common." He shrugged and went back to looking.

"What about Chloe?" Emmett immediately shook his head.

"No way, that was the name of my first girlfriend." I instantly crossed that name off the list in my head.

"Audrey?"

"No, that's the name of the whore that stole my first boyfriend."

"Riley?"

"No, just doesn't sound write." We kept looking and both of us seemed to focus on one name in the middle of the current page. At the same time, we both said it aloud.

"Olivia." We looked at each other and smiled.

"It's perfect. Olivia…Olivia Grace McCarty." Emmett tried it out.

"It's beautiful." I whispered, turning in his arms to kiss him lightly. The kiss soon turned passionate and needy, considering we hadn't had sex since we'd found out about Olivia. I inwardly celebrated the fact that we had the dorm to ourselves. Emmett seemed to read my thoughts and lifted me bridal style and walked us into his room. He placed me gently on his bed and began to crawl up my body. I really wasn't in the mood for foreplay, so I grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling his lips back to mine while my other hand went to his pants. I skillfully unbuttoned and unzipped them with only one hand while the other grabbed the bottom of his shirt and yanked it over his head. He pulled my own shirt over my head and reached around to unhook my bra. His hands cupped my bare breasts and I moaned loudly, missing his touch. He took one nipple into his mouth until the nipple turned hard with arousal, before doing the same to the other.

"Please Emmett, I need you." I breathed. He made quick work of my pants and boy shorts and stepped out of his own clothing. He positioned himself at my entrance and swiftly entered me, both of us moaning at the missed connection. He began thrusting slowly, trying to prolong the moment, but neither of us was in the mood for slow and tender. I wrapped my legs around his waist, forcing him to pick up his pace, which he eagerly did. He felt so good inside of me that I felt I'd die if I didn't get my release soon. His thrusts came faster and his thumb came down to circle my clit, adding the extra ingredient I needed to cum hard, literally screaming his name. I was vaguely aware of his own release above me as I rode out the intense waves of my own orgasm. He lay beside me, panting heavily and wrapping his arms around my waist. Once we had relaxed, I pulled on my underwear, bra and his t-shirt and made my way into his kitchen to make some Mac and cheese, my favorite post-sex food. He came in a few minutes later in some sweatpants, looking very happy and relaxed. I laughed at his blissful expression and kissed his lightly before returning to stirring the pot of boiling noodles. He watched quietly as I finished up our meal and placed a bowl in front of him. We quickly devoured the cheesy masterpiece and went back into his room to relax. He put hid iPod into his iHome and turned on a slow, soothing song. We both fell into a blissful sleep within minutes.