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I woke up feeling lethargic, weak and with a strange bubbly feeling in my stomach. I couldn't tell whether this was down to yesterday and everything I was put through, or if it's the early signs of pregnancy – it's not like I've been down this path before. I pulled myself from bed approximately an hour before needing to leave for work. I made it through my shower – the hot water did justice to my tense and sore muscles, but it didn't give me any more energy which isn't normal. I had dried my hair, shoved on my work clothes and was downstairs by seven-thirty. Walking into the kitchen, I instantly felt like something was different, and then I noticed the sheets of paper taped to cupboard doors, fridge and even the microwave – Alice…

The kettle is always the first thing I switch on, the notice on the cupboard above that said: Good morning, Sunshine! I know you're going to make a steaming mug of coffee…but don't. Pregnant women should avoid drinks that hold high caffeine content (you can only have 200mg a day) so please turn around, and find something else.

Great, no coffee for breakfast; I'll hold off and have some later during my break.

Next, I go to the fridge and get milk for my cereal. Another notice was found then: I haven't checked, but if the milk is unpasteurized – BOIL IT! And please, lovely, go for the museli instead of Cheerios. You can have the orange juice and anything from the fruit bowl – as long as it's properly washed. For your lunch, I have made you a sandwich which is fine for you to eat. Have a good day, bitch face! X

Who would have thought there was so much you need to avoid when expecting. I'm thankful I have someone as crazy as Alice for a friend – I wouldn't have thought about double checking this sort of thing, and hate to think of the consequences. Simply out of interest, I checked what the note on the microwave said.

One last thing! If the microwave is on and running, STAND WELL BACK! The radioactivity can affect the growing foetus!

It scared me that Alice knew my daily ritual and what I would go to first, and so which note I would read first – am I that predictable? Or maybe she's just psychic.

"Bella?" A vulnerable sounding voice came from behind me. I hadn't spoken to Rosalie since her harsh words were said last night, so I didn't know how to react to my name calling. It would have been childish to ignore it and carry on eating my breakfast, so I was grown up about it and turned to greet Rosalie. She was still dressed in her pyjamas and silk robe, leaning against the door frame looking like a sad puppy.

"Morning, Rose."

The only times that I've seen Rose crumble is when her Grandma died, and after her parent's divorce. Oh, and now. Seriously, she all but threw me into a hug and cried. "Bell, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean what I said; I was angry and taken by surprise. You know I don't think you're a whore, right?"

"I know, I understand that you were angry – I'm angry at myself too. I just don't appreciate my closest friend talking about me in such a low light."

"And I'll do whatever it takes for you to forgive me. Washing? I'll do that. Cooking? I'll… attempt that. If we were ten years old, I totally would have given you all my allowance for a month."

I couldn't stay stone-faced for long. My mouth broke into an infectious grin – we both couldn't help but smile and laugh breathlessly. "Six dollars a week? Hook me up."

"Let me just go get my purse. But really Bell, you know Alice and I will back you up whatever you decide to do, yeah?"

I'm awfully lucky you know these two. "Yeah – I know. Hey, I've got to go to work, but we'll chat when I get home. Are you working today?"

"Nope – Emmett's managed to swap his day shift for a night shift, so I took the day off for us to spend together."

"Lucky for some. Okay, I'll be back later, see you then." I hadn't finished my breakfast, but the idea of eating made me feel a little nauseous, so I left the half empty bowl of congealed muesli next to the sink. I was out the house and on the road by eight-oh-five.

1 week later.

According to Alice – the fucking baby genius – I should eat a large amount of fruit and vegetables to fill my system with Vitamin C and all the other nutrients they hold. With that, she gave me a long list to get from Target which we'd make into smoothies and healthy juices which I could take to work. I added Saltine crackers and Ginger Ale on the list to make my morning sickness a little easier to handle. Buying that stuff reminded me back to when I was a child and my mum would tuck me in bed with a special quilt we both made and set aside crackers and ale next to my bed to nibble on.

I don't know whether I'm keeping the baby or not yet, but if I do, I hope I'll become just as good as my own mother had been. I mean, she's still alive, but I don't need the constant parental control, look-after anymore.

When I reached the check-out, I loaded my items up behind the man's in front of me and checked out the magazines as I waited. I spotted Edward on the corner of one of them, I wanted to look away and not have anything that could remind me of him, but the article screamed out to me.

PITTER PATTER OF TINY FEET?

Oh, crap.

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So, what would you do if you were expecting a celeb's baby?