Bella slept while I carefully maneuvered my way from her warm arms. I would much rather stay with the sleeping angel, but if we were to be intimate like we have been, then I couldn't be thirsty. I shook off the mental image of me biting her and killing her, because that would never happen.

I put on some clothes and wrote Bella note; I'm hoping you won't wake to notice my absence, but, if you should, I'll be back very soon. I've gone to mainland to hunt Go back to sleep and I'll be home when you wake up. I love you.

As I wrote the last line, I smiled down at my sleeping beauty I have all eternity to tell her that I love her, but I felt like I was never able to say it enough. My cold, dead heart warmed, filling my chest with complete happiness. I kissed her forehead and ran quickly to the mainland, immediately catching the scent of a lion. I jumped it, snapped its neck, and drank it dry, letting the blood rush through me. There were four lionesses cowering away from me, so I only took one. That would keep me satisfied, and the male had more blood than I expected.

When I came back home (Home is wherever my heart is, which happens to be left with Bella) I saw my Bella sleeping on the couch, her hair stuck to her skin because of the sweat. Her arm was sticking out and her head laid delicately on it. I picked her up and her eyes fluttered open.

"I'm sorry." I apologized as I wiped my hand across her forehead to catch the drops of perspiration. "So much for thoroughness. I didn't think about how hot you would be with me gone. I'll have an air conditioner installed before I leave again."

"Excuse me!" Bella gasped, struggling in my arms hat automatically dropped.

"Bella?" She didn't answer, but instead ran towards the bathroom with one hand reaching out and the other covering her mouth. I was right behind her. My Bella was sick. I had to know what's wrong. "Bella? What's wrong?"

I held her hair out of her face as she leaned over the toilet and puked, She was heavily panting, and my heart started to squeeze painfully at the sight of her being sick.

"Damn rancid chicken." She moaned. For the millionth time I asked her if she was all right. "Fine. It's just food poisoning." Just food poisoning? "You don't need to see this. Go away."

"Not likely, Bella." Why would I leave her? I promised to be with her in sickness and in health. And right now she was sick.

"Go away." She whined, but I just helped her up and go to the sink, ignoring the weak shoves she pushed at me, where she cleaned out her mouth. I carried her to the bed and laid her down gently.

"Food poisoning?" I asked. How did she get that?

"Yeah." Her voice was hoarse from the vomiting. "I made chicken last night. It tasted off, so I threw it out. But I ate a few bites first." I put my hand on her over-heated forehead and she subconsciously leaned against it, taking in the cold while she thought.

"How do you feel now?"

"Pretty normal. A little hungry actually." She smiled at me, all signs of her sickness gone. But just to play it safe, I gave her a glass of water and she eyes it doubtfully.

"Is this supposed to fill me up, Edward?" She asked, her eyebrows rose. I smiled at her.

"No, but it will judge whether or whether not I can feed you real food." She pursed her lips for a second than drank it all. I smiled appreciatively once she was done and hopped up.

"Now can I eat?"

"Wait a while, my love." She pouted and plopped onto the bed once again, waiting anxiously for her food. She started moving from side to side, bumping into me when she leaned to her left. She hands were clasped together on her legs while she hummed the Jeopardy waiting song, continuously swaying. I chuckled and she stopped.

"Now?" She asked after about ten versus of Jeopardy. I shook my head. It' only been about ten minutes. She was growing antsy, and started vibrating in place. She let out a loud sigh and moved behind me and wrapped her arms around me, her hands locked in front of me. She put her legs on either side of my own and pressed her face into my back.

She mumbled stuff and it tickled, about ten minutes of her in that one spot, she groaned and moved again and lied on her stomach with her arms at her side and her face mashed into the comforter. I watched her. Bella was weird today. But, God, I still love her. She only lasted five minutes in that position and stuck her butt in her air and stayed about two minutes like that. I'm ashamed to say I was staring at her butt while it hung in the air.

She rolled onto her back, singing Mary Had a Little Lamb with her warm brown eyes staring at the ceiling and her fingers rubbing her stomach like it was important.

"Love, it's time to eat." I whispered and she jumped from the bed and ran into the kitchen and took put the eggs and waited for me to cook it, bouncing like Alice would. Maybe she's rubbing off my sister.

I made her food, which she inhaled, not even chewing it. She was hungry. We watched TV until she ran off to the kitchen sink and threw up in there. She went into the bedroom to grab her toothbrush and Pepto-Bismol and I waited anxiously out the door. I knocked on it, realizing she was taking too long and I heard a soft thump.

"Are you well? Did you get sick again?

"Yes and no." Her voice sounded choked and fear ran through me quickly, making me even more anxious.

"Bella? Can I please come in?" I was sure the worry was clear in my voice.

"O… kay?" Her voice was unsure, but I came in anyways. She was sitting on the floor, cross-legged, her face was blank and she was staring at nothing in particular. Once I sat net to her, my hand shot at her forehead.

"What's wrong?' Please don't tell me nothing. I know something's up.

"How many days since the wedding?"

"Seventeen." I answered, but I was till puzzled by the question. "Bella, what is it?"

She motioned for me to hold on, and I did as she mouthed numbers that didn't make sense to me. She repeated the numbers a few time, checking to see if she had counted correctly. She's going crazy!

"Bella! I'm losing my mind over here!" She searched into the suitcase and showed me a little blue box. It had tampons in it. What? "What? Are you trying to pass this illness off as PMS?"

"No. No, Edward. I'm trying to tell you hat my period is five days late." So? Wait, what? "I don't think it's food poisoning." I froze as she continued to mumble aimlessly. She can't be- it's impossible. I'm a vampire! We can't reproduce. Can we? But if she was pregnant, there was a monster in her. A vampire child. No. She's not pregnant, She couldn't be. It's not even possible. I'm sure Rosalie would've found a way by now, considering the fact that they are constantly going at it, but they're not pregnant. But there's a subtle, but huge, difference. Rosalie's a vampire.

Her body doesn't change in order to support- I heard the phone ring, but I was too out there to answer it- a child. Do the male continue with the sperm, even as a vampire? Bella was chatting with whomever was on the phone, and I heard my name thrown out there.

"…. and… I swear something just moved inside me just now." I heard her say, and my head snapped in her direction. She looked relieved and I reached my hand out for the phone. Her delicate brows furrowed and she mumbled to Carlisle, "Um, I think Edward wants to talk to you."

"Put him on." I heard Carlisle declare, and with that, Bella handed me the phone, and before Carlisle could ask me anything, I popped my question first.

"Is it possible?" My voice was only coming out in a whisper.

"Well, I believe that male vampire can continuously produce sperm even though the female do not continue their menstrual cycle… but I can't be sure. Bella's too far along the process, and maybe since the fetus inside her is inhuman, or at least, not completely, it will produce faster, like a werewolf and its growth spurt. Bella shouldn't have felt the movement in her stomach yet for a human, but it's just her that's human. Usually, it is not until the fourth month until movement, and it's only been two weeks since you guys have had sexual intercourse… But it is possible, Edward."

"And Bella?" I asked, my arm automatically wrapping itself around Bella on its' own accord.

He was silent for a while, sorting his thoughts that I couldn't read since it was over the phone.

"I think that it'll desire different food… and use a lot of Bella's strength. Maybe even kill her." I felt my dead heart lurch with pain at the thought of loosing her. That couldn't happen. She was my life, and I didn't want to loose her! " But, Edward, before you panic-" too late, I thought grimly. "- You should bring her over here so I can take it out before it completely harms her."

"Yes. Yes I will." Anything for Bella, my heart, and the air I breathe. I ended the call and called the airport.

"What did Carlisle say?" Bella asked in a timid voice, but impatience also filled it.

"He thinks you're pregnant." With a life-draining monster all because I'm not human. I added mentally, but I knew her well enough to know that that would only anger her.

"Who are you calling now?" She asked after a little shiver that she quickly restored from.

"The airport. We're going home."

So, how'd I do with Carlisle? I really didn't know how he would sound, so I improvised (as well as a lot of this chapter) I hope you liked it, and I LOVE reviews! (Hint, hint) I have another great story (I have many, but this one in particular is my favorite) It's Hormones Suck! LOL! Please read and review it! Apparently it's greatly favored over my stories since I've gotten about thirty story alerts, but no reviews! And if you review that story, I will give you a preview for that or this story! Your choice! Thanks! Love you! Ilianna