A/N: Sorry this is a day late! I was so devastated over Robsten that I could barely function - KIDDING. I've actually had a busy last few days, and my laptop wasn't cooperating with me yesterday.

I have some news for ya'all! It turns out that writing/uploading a story that makes fun of pregnancy isn't a smart thing to do when you're not on birth control. Children, what does sex plus no birth control equal? Babies. Yep, I'm pregnant with my second right now! PLEEEASE tell me again that pregnant women aren't that hormonal, because I'll laugh at you (and then probably cry because I'd feel picked on). Also, I shouldn't have made fun of morning sickness so much 'cause I've got me a good 'ol case of the "sick all day"s. Yessssss LIFE IS GOOD.

In other news, At Last has had a big week this week! Thank you to my awesome pre-readers (the Canadian duo) MizzezPattinson and Coldplaywhore (their pennames aren't their real names … CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?). These women have taken the idea of "pimping" this story to the next level. THANK YOU. THANK YOU. THANK YOU! Huge thanks to Ubergeekness for cleaning this up and Detochkina for reading, re-reading, and fixing my terrible grammar/plot issues. AND THANK YOU FOR COMING TO THE RESCUE WHEN GOOGLE DOCUMENTS DECIDED TO START A WAR WITH ME! You're the best. xoxo

Detka knows my Bella is annoying, and I do too. But pregnant women must stick together! This girl's gonna keep B as she was originally planned.

Oh, before I forget, HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY TO COLDPLAYWHORE!

WARNING: This story employs the (sometimes extreme) use of sarcasm. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. (A font specifically used for sarcasm would really be handy right about now, ya know?)

Ready to meet Pickleward? Okay, on with the story!

Chapter Ten - It's Gross Enough Knowing That Something Is Growing Inside of Me. But Knowing That My Organs That Used To Be Where The Baby Is Have Shifted, Like, Into My Ribs? That's A Whole New Level Of Disgusting, Regardless Of The Fact That I Love Said Co-Occupant More Than Life Itself.

I arrived home early from my trip to see my dad and my stepmom, eager to please Edward since he had begged me to come back the night before, but Edward wasn't home when I got home. In fact, he didn't come home until the day that I was scheduled to come home.

Where the fuck was he?

He obviously didn't remember begging me to come home. Which meant that he didn't remember other parts of our conversation … right?

Right. Fuck. Why can't this be easy?

XXX

Three weeks later, Edward and I were having breakfast together in my kitchen.

"Remind me again when your mom is coming?"

Edward took another sip of his coffee and placed it down on the kitchen island next to his eggs and toast.

I was also having eggs and toast, but my appetite hadn't kicked in yet. Besides, I enjoyed watching Edward eat more than I liked to eat breakfast. I was a pregnant anomaly.

"Sunday."

"So in a week?"

"Yep."

I nodded and took another sip of my apple juice. Because of the incessant heartburn that I'd been having as of late, I was stuck with drinking water and apple juice. Not much variety on the beverage front, but hey, at least I could tolerate something other than water.

"Any reason why you are wondering?"

I took another sip of my juice before getting up from my seat and walking over to where I kept the Tums. Tums had become my best friend, and I couldn't ingest anything without popping a few of them.

In fact, I'd eaten so many Tums over the months of my pregnancy, I'd developed a favorite -wintergreen, and least favorite -assorted fruit- flavor. I couldn't step out of the house without a tub of Tums in my purse.

"Yeah, I just wanted to make sure that I was ready for when she came."

He frowned a little. "What do you mean, 'ready?'"

I made my way back to the island and sat back down next to Edward. "I can't meet your mom looking like a pregnant bum. She's gonna think ill of me. If she met me while I was wearing a velour sweatsuit set, hair toppled in a messy bun at the top of my head, nails unkempt, she'd think I was only after your money." I exaggerated a wink.

"I already told you, babe. There is nothing that you could do that would make her not like you."

My heart soared, as it had been doing since Edward started calling me "babe."

The name had stuck since Edward and Alice drunk dialed me when I was visiting my dad, even though nothing that happened that night had ever been discussed. It turned out that Edward was at his aunt and uncle's place the majority of the time I was gone, and we didn't talk about anything other than that when he got back. I figured that if Edward wanted to talk about it, he would bring it up. Needless to say, and to my secret disappointment, he never did.

"I've already got my work cut out for me, being that I'm your baby mama. We all know that baby mamas come with drama."

Edward laughed and nudged me in the shoulder. "Not thisbaby mama."

I rolled my eyes. Oh, really now?

Psssh. You don't think there's drama because I don't tell you the fact that us spending time like an old married couple makes me want to be an old married couple.

But instead of telling Edward this or any of the things that had been on my mind for the last few weeks, I simply shrugged and smiled, agreeing that I wasn't going to be providing any baby mama drama.

I wanted to scream at him and ask him how many women enjoyed Christopher Moore's books as much as I did when he had admitted to Moore's literature as being one of his guilty pleasures. Or how many people our age appreciated the talents of Will Ferrell when the majority of the people who followed him were still college-aged. Or how many people followed Green Day as religiously as we did.

But I didn't. I couldn't point all those things out to him, because I was afraid of the consequences of doing so.

I had officially turned into a softie. The bitchy, pre-pregnancy Bella who spoke her mind and took no prisoners was gone, instead turned into a pregnant scaredy-cat who was too afraid to take the bull by the horns and control her destiny.

Maybe I felt like the control I thought I had over my life was superficial. I truly didn'thave any real say over my life in the long run, because if I had that kind of say in my life, I wouldn't be pregnant at the moment, and that thought alone scared the shit out of me. Getting pregnant was the best thing that had ever happened to me, and if it had never happened as I had once wished, I … couldn't imagine where my life would be.

"Is your mom going to be here for Christmas then?" I felt comfortable changing the topic, so I leaned back into my chair and took the first bite of my breakfast.

"No, actually she's gonna leave on Christmas Eve morning. My dad didn't feel up to making the trip out here now - he would rather wait until the baby was born to take leave off work, so my mom wants to fly home and have Christmas with him."

"Does that mean you are going home with her? To have Christmas in New York with your family?"

Edward looked perplexed by my question. "No, I'm going to stay here for the holidays."

I couldn't explain the intense surge of relief that I felt in knowing that Edward was going to be in Seattle for Christmas, even though I already had plans with Rosalie and wouldn't have much free time to see him anyway.

I was just relieved that he wasn't going to be across the country. It felt like him being that far away would cause me heartache or something - the feeling was indescribable.

Add "needy" to the baby mama drama list.

Though there was something nagging me, wondering why he decided not to spend the holidays with his parents. I couldn't help but ask.

"Why are you staying here? Do you have to work?"

"Haven't we had this conversation yet? I could have sworn I already told you this."

No, Edward. I would have remembered if we had this conversation already because I remember everything you tell me.

Everything.

I didn't say that out loud, instead I shrugged. "I don't know … you know me. I've got pregnancy brain."

He studied my face for a moment. "Oh, uhm, Carlisle's going to be shutting down the practice for a few days so I don't have to work. I don't know, it just … didn't feel right flying to New York. It feels like my place is here now. Like I shouldn't be leaving to celebrate with my parents. Instead I'm going to be celebrating with my aunt and uncle's family."

"Carlisle and …" I struggled, trying to remember his aunt's name. After all, pregnancy brain was a real thing. "Esme, right? I always forget her name because it's so odd. Seems like a made-up name if you ask me."

"Yeah it's Esme," he said, smiling. "You have an excuse to forget her name. 'Pregnancy brain' and all that, right? Honestly though, if you have time, you should come over and meet them."

"I hardly think they'd want to meet me at Christmas."

"Why?"

"Christmas is a time to spend with your family." Duh.

"So? You aremy family."

I couldn't help the blush that spread across my cheeks. "You are such a cheeseball."

Smiling brightly, he took my jab at him as a joke. Getting playful, he poked me in the sides, clearly trying to tickle me. I batted his hands away.

"Seriously? You are seriously trying to tickle a pregnant woman? Do you want to get peed on?"

His fingers stilled at my sides. "That depends."

I pursed my lips. "On?"

"Whether I get you good or not. It's gotta be good to justify getting peed on."

I giggled, unable to help myself. "Oh my god, you are so gross!" I joked.

Edward's eyes gleamed with mischief as he swiftly picked me up from the bar stool that I was sitting on.

"What the hell, Edward? Put me down!"

"No can do, babe. I'm not gonna just drop you in the middle of the room. Gotta get to a couch first."

Because I was evil, and I was sick of being carried around just to endure more tickle torture, I switched tactics. "Edward, this position is hurting me." I bluffed, adding a groan for good measure.

He stopped walking. "Are you serious? Is it ligament pain, or is it something worse?"

"Ah," I moaned, keeping my smile masked by my fake cry of pain. "It hurts."

"Fuck." Edward lowered me to the ground and placed me down, running his hands through my hair as he did so. "I'm so sorry. Please tell me what to do."

"Come closer," I whispered. "It hurts."

Edward, being the naive man that he was, wasn't used to my tricks, so he kneeled by my side. He didn't notice the fact that I was grinning like a fool as he got closer, either.

"Closer, please."

His eyes narrowed as he acquiesced to my instructions.

"Edward," I murmured, my mouth now right next to his ear, "you are so friggin gullible!" I reached my hands up and tickled his sides, a tried and true place where ninety nine percent of people were ticklish.

Edward was apparently the one percent that was unaffected by me touching his sides. Instead of reacting the way I thought he would, he grabbed my hands and removed them from his body, effectively stopping my tickle efforts and leaving me completely defenseless.

"You really shouldn't have done that," he said in a deep, seductive voice.

"Done-" Giggle "-what?"

He pinned my arms to the floor above my head and taking care to avoid my belly, he hovered around my head. "You know what."

I couldn't help the moan that escaped my lips. Something so simple as a tickle war had started to turn me on, and there was no turning back.

"Oh fuck," Edward whispered, moving his face down to mine. "Do you know what you do to me, Bella? Especially when you play all coy like that?"

"Oh shit." I shivered as Edward moved his nose along my jaw.

"You drive me crazy." He let go of my hands but didn't move his face away from mine. Instead of using his hands to pin me down, he moved them up and down my body, paying special attention to the area around my breasts.

I moved a little bit and allowed Edward to slip my shirt and bra off. I was such a floozy, laying on my carpet shirtless, but I didn't care - I was about to combust from all of the unresolved sexual tension that hung in the air.

We needed to relieve some of that tension, stat.

He played with my nipples and was careful considering they were extra sensitive due to the abundance of hormones surging through my system. It was his tender touch that was putting me over the edge - he wasn't just feeling me up like a horny man who hadn't gotten any in awhile. He was caressing me, making me feel treasured.

And touching my boobies, which was super-duper awesome.

"You seriously turn me into someone I don't even know anymore," he said. His hands stayed on my breasts as he focused his attention on my neck and peppered kisses along my neck and collarbone. "Someone I don't know, but someone I like. I like who I am with you."

Seriously? He is talking about this kind of stuff now? Fuck, leave it to a man to get all emotional when it's clear he's gonna get lucky.

"I like who we are together," I answered honestly. As soon as my confession slipped out, my eyes widened in fear.

Holy shiiiiit. I totally admitted that out loud.

Edward didn't seem to hear me, because he simply gestured towards my bedroom. "Mind if we pick this up in there?"

As much as I wanted to join him in the bedroom, I hesitated for a moment. Edward noticed my hesitation.

"What is it, Bella?"

I faked a smile. "Nothing. I need to go freshen up. You know, brush my teeth and stuff. Be there in a few."

"Don't take too long." He grinned. "Don't want breakfast to get toocold, right?"

"I won't; I promise I'll be fast."

I watched Edward gallop towards my bedroom, surely excited that my pregnancy hormones were working for him instead of against him, but for some weird reason, I couldn't help the ache that I felt in my chest.

Truth be told, my body's reaction to Edward aside, I didn't want to have sex right now. I wanted to figure out what he meant when he said that he liked who he was with me. I wanted to understand his thoughts about when I said that I liked who we were together. I wanted to find out what was going to happen with us if our friendship were to ever change to something more than just we're-pregnant-together-we-fuck-when-we-get-crazy-horny-and-we-see-each-other-so-much-that-we-act-like-a-long-time-married-couple-even-though-we've-only-known-each-other-for-a-few-months.

I walked into the bathroom ran my hands through my hair. I stared at my reflection for awhile, noticing that my hair was limp, my skin was an odd shade of pale, and I had huge bags under my eyes Not too bad - maybe just a little color in my cheeks, and I'm good to go. I grabbed my bronzer and rubbed some powder across my cheeks and on top of my breast. I quickly brushed my teeth and rinsed with mouthwash for good measure. Giving myself one last look in the mirror, I fluffed my hair a little bit before walking out of the room and walking towards my bedroom.

I came to a decision as I reached my bedroom. I was going to take what I could get right now, consequences be damned - I wasn't going to waste any opportunity with him.

For all I knew, this was as good as it was going to get.

I'm a scardy cat … remember?

I raced back to my bedroom, unable to deny the carnal need to simply have Edward inside me.

The look that Edward gave me screamed need. I couldn't resist myself, I threw my stomach-heavy body into his arms and placed a passionate kiss on his lips.

We kissed for what felt like hours, only stopping when Edward turned us around, pressed me into the bed, and shifted his attention from my mouth to my sensitive breasts.

Edward was a breast man - and an ass man - hell, he was just a man. And at that moment, I pretended that he was mine.

His lips moved from my boobs and trailed down my belly before he placed a small kiss on the peak of my belly and sat up on his knees.

"Are you ready for me, baby?"

I was barely able to answer him before he was inside me. My entire body ached with need, and the action of him thrusting in and out of me only intensifed that ache.

Neither of us lasted long that day. The foreplay in my kitchen had worked us up to the point where Edward was practically a two-pump chump.

He wasn't though, even with this minor, temporary issue, I couldn't see him in a negative light. Edward was no two pump chump, no matter how fast he reached climax.

He was so much more than that.

And I had officially turned into a Hallmark card.

XXX

Rose had gone with me to the salon to get my hair and nails done on Saturday, the day before Mrs. Cullen was scheduled to arrive. I just needed a trim, but ended up getting my bangs cut a little shorter than I was used to.

The new look gave me some of the "pep" that my pregnant self had lost over the last few months. It felt nice to feel pretty again, even if it was only for a day and thanks to the wonderful blowout that my stylist, Mikka, gave me.

After the salon, Rosalie and I made a trip to the mall, where she treated me to a new outfit.

"It's not every day that you meet your new mother-in-law," she'd said jokingly.

"She's not my mother-in-law," I said begrudgingly.

I wasn't sure why I was so upset with that fact - I'd only known Edward for a handful of months. Was I seriously expecting myself to jump straight from "semi-fuck-buddies" to "betrothed"?

Hell no.

"She isn't your mother-in-law … yet." She smirked as she picked up a shirt off the rack. "What about this one?"

Truth be told, the shirt she was holding was horrendous. It was big, as most pregnancy clothes were, with a monstrosity of a bow perched in the space right above where the belly was supposed to show.

"How about … not?"

Rosalie frowned. "Oh, why not, Bella? It's so adorable!"

"Really? Why don't youwear it then?"

"Shut the front door. You know this is a maternity shirt."

I smirked. "So what? Looks like you have a food baby in there." I motioned to her non-existent, completely flat belly. "So the shirt should fit perfectly."

Rosalie could tell that I was joking around with her. She was hot and she knew it, but if poking fun at the fact that she was crazy skinny and in no way needed anything bigger than a size S made me feel better, then she was game.

"Oh, Bella. I've missed you so much."

"Psssh. You see me practically every day, Rosalie. What are you talking about?"

"I may see you, but you … I dunno … haven't been yourself lately?"

"It's the hormones. If I could deep-six one aspect of being pregnant, it would totally freaking be that."

Rosalie reached out and squeezed my arm. "Oh, you are so cute. Saying 'freaking' instead of 'fucking'? You are gonna be such a good mom, Bella."

My eyes started to water. I didn't know what it was about her reassuring me that I was going to be able to do this that made me all sappy and emotional and stuff.

"Shit, Ro. You're gonna screw up my makeup."

"Sorry, B. It's just - you surprise me everyday, you know? I never pictured you pregnant, to be honest, and now that you are … I can't picture you any other way. It's like you were meant to do this, meant to be a mom. And I'm so proud of you."

Unable to hold them back anymore, tears toppled onto my cheeks. I didn't even bother to try to wipe them away, regardless of the fact that we were in public.

Hey, it's not like a pregnant crying woman is a rarity, right?

Rose pulled me into a hug, and I awkwardly wrapped my arms around her. I squeezed her as tightly as my pregnant self would allow before letting her go.

I realized that she had tears in her eyes, too, so we made quick work of clearing away the evidence that we'd cried as we wiped each other's tears away.

"I fucking love you hard, B."

"I love you more, Ro."

XXX

Edward and I decided it was best for us to go to the airport to pick up his mom together since the main reason for her visit was to meet me. Besides, there was no reason to delay the inevitable, was there?

The sooner we got it over with, the better, so I was dressed and ready to go four hours before Elizabeth's flight was scheduled to land.

My hair was perfectly primped, makeup expertly applied, and the clothes I'd chosen showed off my pregnant belly in the most flattering ways.

In short, I looked as good as I could possibly look.

Edward picked me up early and we caught a quick lunch before heading over to the airport. Unfortunately for me, the unexpectedly spicy sandwich I ordered was not sitting well with me. I had to make Edward pull the car over twice on the way to the airport so I could puke.

Edward got out of the car the second time he pulled over and walked away to give me the privacy that I begged for as I emptied my stomach onto the side of the road.

So much for making a good impression. I'm going to meet Elizabeth looking bloated and with puke breath.

Seating myself back into Edward's car, I flipped the visor mirror down and peered at my reflection.

Pardon my French, but I looked like absolute and total fucking shit. My eyes had watered, a side effect I always suffered from while I was puking, which caused the copious amounts of eye makeup that I had applied to run down my face. Outside of the distinct tear tracks that were present on my face, the bronzer and concealer left on my face did nothing to cover up the splotches on my skin.

After seeing my reflection in the mirror - the perfectly crafted image gone and replaced by something reminiscent of a dirty crack whore - I cried.

Hard.

Sobs wracked my body, and before I knew it, I was crying uncontrollably. I didn't notice that Edward had returned to the car and was staring at me with a look of fright. He must have thought that something was wrong with me or the baby, because he immediately freaked out.

"Bella! Oh God, Bella! What's wrong? Are you in pain? Do I need to bring you to the doctor? Oh shit, I totally allowed you to eat something that poisoned you or something, didn't I?"

I shook my head furiously. Edward looked so sincere and so apologetic over the food, I couldn't help myself. I started to cry again. "She's … she's … she's gonna hate me!"

"Who? My mom?" he asked, climbing back into the car and shutting the door behind him.

I nodded.

He let out a sigh. "When are you gonna understand that no matter what, she's going to adore you? You are amazing, Bella, and my mom is smart enough to see that even though the place that I brought you to for lunch didn't agree with you - my mistake, and I'm sorry for bringing you there - it doesn't matter."

I sniffled a few times as I tried to wipe my eyes. "I'm just so nervous, and I have no idea why."

Oh, I know why. I'm just not willing to delve into my hopes and dreams right now.

"You're scared because you're having my child. You're carrying my mom's first grandchild. I get it. I'm just telling you that there's no reason to be worried."

"Oh, really? So your mom has approved of all of your past pregnant one-night-stand girls?"

Used to my certain brand of pregnant bitchiness, he rolled his eyes at me. "No, but she's approved of all the girlfriends I've introduced her to."

"I assume there have been a lot?" I sniffled some more, unable to curb the tears that sprung to my eyes at the mention of past girlfriends.

I was so jealous of said ex-girlfriends for being able to have the status of girlfriend. Bitches.

"Oh yeah, like, a revolving door of girlfriends."

The tears flowed a little more freely as I thought about all of the women that must have held a special enough place in Edward's heart to have been introduced to his mother.

"Don't tell me you believed that." Edward eyed me incredulously. "Holy shit, you did. Listen, I've only introduced my mom to my high school girlfriend and my med school girlfriend. Considering the years between them, you have to understand that it's been awhile."

My chest constricted under the pressure I started to feel. It wasa big deal being introduced to Elizabeth, wasn't it?

Only two other girls had been introduced to her before me? I started crying even harder.

"Baby, you gotta calm down. Seriously."

"But … b...b...but she's … gonna …"

"She will love you. Almost as much as I do. I promise you, Bella, you have nothing to worry about."

Holy shit. Wait … what did he just say?

Edward scratched the back of his neck. "Look, the point is that you have nothing to worry about. At all. Just be yourself, and everything will be perfect."

He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a Kleenex. I grabbed it and raised an eyebrow.

"What? I'm prepared. Sometimes you cry, and I need to be ready for that, you know?"

I nodded and started wiping my eyes with the tissue he handed me. "What else do you have in your pockets in the name of 'being prepared?'"

He shifted in his seat, clearly not comfortable with the direction our conversation had gone in. "Some Tums - peppermint, I think. A little travel size bottle of the lotion that you use because I know how the pregnancy has caused your skin to be drier than normal and you're always scratching yourself because of it, and, uhm, some chapstick, because you chew on your bottom lip a lot lately."

I looked at myself in the mirror again and noticed that Edward was right - I had been chewing on my bottom lip a lot lately. In fact, I was chewing on it at that very moment.

He smiled and rubbed his thumb along my lip. "You gotta be careful with this. The air is getting dry, and your lips are more susceptible to getting chapped as it is."

"I only chew on my lip when I'm nervous."

"But you do it all the time when you are around me."

I shrugged. What can I say? I'm nervous around you a lot, Edward. Because I'm so fucking in love with you, and I don't know how to tell you that.

"Well, I rub the back of my neck when I'm nervous." He smiled at me, rubbing the back of his neck.

"You do that a lot." I smiled back at him and dried the rest of the tears from my eyes.

I may have cried all of my makeup off, but at least my hair still looked good. Now my only issue is my puke breath.

"Hey, Mary Poppins. Have any gum in those pockets of yours?"

"As a matter of fact, I do." Edward grabbed a pack of gum from his pocket and pulled out a piece for me and a piece for himself.

I popped it into my mouth and happily chewed away my puke breath. I paused for a moment and reveled in its taste.

"This tastes like you." I savored the gum in my mouth.

"I chew it often." He smiled and rubbed the back of his neck.

Oh god, that is so adorable.

Edward sensed that things were okay again, so he put the car into drive and continued driving us to the airport to pick up his mom. Once we reached the airport parking lot, he put the car into park and walked around to my door, opening it up like the gentleman I was sure his mother raised.

"Kicking your manners into gear just in time for your mom's arrival? Typical." I grinned and lightly punched the arm that he held out for me to grab.

"Gotta give mom the impression that I'm a gentleman, right?"

I laughed and shook my head but grabbed his arm regardless.

We walked into the airport, arm in arm -which wasn't done on purpose, I swear- and waited at the spot closest to where Elizabeth was supposed to meet us.

According to her flight itinerary, her flight was on time and was expected to be arriving right about …

"Pickle!"

I smirked at the silly nickname and felt Edward tense up beside me.

"Pickle!" the woman cried again, this time getting closer to where we were standing.

Nuh uh. No way is the woman crying out "pickle" actually Elizabeth Cullen. 'Cause that would mean that Edward was pickle and come on, that's just silly.

A woman pushed through the crowd of people who had gathered in front of us and stared right at Edward.

"Pickle! Oh goodness, being an expectant father is doing wonders for your skin. And your hair! Oh, you look positively radiant!"

Edward's face flushed. "Mom, uh -"

Holy shit. This woman is Elizabeth. And Edward is pickle.

Oh this is too good.

E/N:
At Last was nominated for "fic of the week" this last week on the Lemonade Stand. I'm so touched … so honestly HUMBLED. I even got some votes, too! THANK YOU TO ALL OF YOU WHO VOTED.

Regarding all of you who are pissed at how immature Bella is acting, I'm gonna quote a review I got here from PreciousJuls:
"I'm telling you, those hormones jack you up! I was not only crazy emontionally
but I had pregnacy brain! I could not remember anything. I really think that
short memory loss thing is still there and my son is 20 months! Everyone has
to remember, Edward is/was a Obgyn doc. He knows and expects this behavior.
Also, I loved that Edward stuck up for his woman :) and I'm telling you, do
not mess with a pregnant woman. I' m glad you should that part in a fun/funny
way."
Okay, all that being said, this girl is who she is. She's treading unfamiliar territory - being pregnant for the first time (especially if it's unplanned) can be a very scary experience. Hang in there, this girl is worth your time. At least I think she is!

Okay, enough talking (GAWD! THE HORMONES ARE MAKING ME A CHATTY CATHY!). Reviews, as always, get teasers. I hope that I responded to all the reviews left to me before yesterday - if I didn't, I really meant to! I swear!

THANK YOU SO MUCH TO ALL OF YOU WHO ARE READING/REVIEWING/FAVORITING/ALERTING/AND RECC'ING THIS STORY. I ADORE EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU!