A/N: We're sorry it's late, and rather short, but it's definitely not filler and we think (hope!) you'll really like it. Just remember how we mentioned there were a few plot points we couldn't negotiate in this tale? This is one of them. :)

Thanks for sticking with us! Hopefully we'll be more frequent with updates now that summer is here and the kids' social schedules have slowed down a bit.

Bella stumbled out of bed, poured herself a cup of orange juice, and took a good look around. When had the house gotten so messy? She knew she hadn't dusted in weeks, but in all honesty, with the exception of the living room, which they'd managed to keep tidy, the place was filthy! She donned her rubber gloves as though they were gauntlets, armed herself with a mop and a bucket, and systematically began tackling the house one room at a time. She did the kitchen first, since it was in the worst shape - how did tomato sauce get all the way up there? - then the living room and the mud room. She did her bedroom next but ignored Charlie's room. As far as she was concerned, he was on his own. There was no telling what was growing in there based on the fishy smell emanating from it.

Finally, she started cleaning the upstairs bathroom. She scrubbed the tub, and the floors, and the sink, changed out all the towels, and cleaned the mirror. When she went to throw the hairspray that was on the sick under the counter where it belonged, she realized that they had thrown one too many things under there. Literally. Everything had clearly been tossed in there on top of whatever was already in there until it was just a giant molehill of stuff. With a huff, she sat down on the still damp floor and pulled everything out so she could put it away in an orderly fashion. In the process, she found a ton of stuff that had expired, and a half full tube of preparation H hidden in the back that she didn't even know was there. She held onto it at arm's length with a single finger and her thumb as she threw it away.

Then she found her box of tampons. She stared at the box, which was close to the back of the cabinet. How long had it been since she'd had her period? She tried to figure it out, but she couldn't remember. She never bothered to track that kind of thing, since she wasn't exactly regular in the first place. It just wasn't a good enough indicator to bother with. But now, she was desperately trying to figure out how long it had been. It was before Jacob died, but beyond that she didn't have a clue. She was late, of that she was certain. But between her irregularity and the stress of the last few weeks, it didn't exactly surprise her. Still, she decided to put the box close to the front, figuring she would need them soon, and didn't give it another thought.

She was still avoiding Edward. She wanted to see him again, spend time with him. Get the answers to all the questions that had plagued her for so long. But he wanted too much, too soon, he'd already made that clear, and she was afraid if she gave him an inch, he would take a mile. Not only that, but she felt guilty after enjoying herself watching the movie with him. It had almost seemed like before, and his cool chest against her back felt much too familiar. She couldn't help but feel that it was disrespectful to Jacob's memory. Almost as if she were cheating on him with Edward, even though she knew that wasn't the case.

It was just too soon, the wounds were too fresh and she missed Jake terribly, every day. And it wasn't even like she could convince herself that Jake would want her to be happy, that he would approve, because she knew without a doubt that he most definitely would not approve of Edward. He would want her to move to the reservation, find herself a nice, loyal werewolf where he would know she was safe and protected, both in body and spirit, far far away from vampires.

So she diligently sent her daily text messages so Edward knew she hadn't slit her wrists or anything, and that was all. She did meet Alice for lunch one day, which was nice, although as soon as she saw her, the first thing Alice asked was if she'd switched perfumes. Bella reminded her she didn't wear perfume. Then midway through lunch, she asked if she switched shampoos. Bella was confused, but answered no. Then when they went to hug goodbye, Alice asked if she'd switched body washes. Bella looked at her like she was crazy and asked her what was up. Did she smell bad? No, Alice reassured her, in fact, she smelled really good, even better than usual. She was just trying to figure out why. The whole thing was rather odd.

Bella figured it out later that week. She had started to fry some fish for dinner when the smell overwhelmed her and she ended up vomiting rather violently. After she was done, she reached under the cabinet to grab the mouthwash when she spied her box of tampons, still gathering dust. A cold chill ran down her spine, and the next thing she knew, she was vomiting again. She held her breath as she threw the fish out, ordered Charlie a pizza, and drove like a madwoman to the drugstore.

Thirty five minutes and two blue lines later, Bella was sitting on the now dry and extremely cold bathroom floor wondering what the hell she was going to do now. She found herself getting angry at Edward for Jacob's death all over again. All the reasoning she'd done to convince herself it wasn't Edward's fault went out the window the minute she realized that her baby's father was gone. Jacob didn't live long enough to learn he was going to be a father, and their baby would never set eyes on their daddy.

Bella started throwing things around the room, screaming and crying and basically having a very cathartic nervous breakdown. She looked around the disaster that was her room with an odd sense of pride and accomplishment. She suddenly found herself utterly exhausted, so she took one end of her comforter, shook it out, sending everything that had landed on the bed flying once more, then crawled in to go to sleep.

Even then, sleep didn't come, and she lay in bed thinking for a time, trying to reshape her future around the tiny life growing in her belly. She would keep it, that was a given. Jacob had left her with the most precious gift he could, a living, soon-to-be-breathing, piece of him. Hopefully Charlie would understand and let them continue to live there. If he did, then maybe she would still be able to finish college and support them both, even if it took a little longer than she'd originally anticipated. With that thought, and the peace that came with her decision, she drifted off to sleep, dreaming of tiny baby buntings.

She never realized that she forgot to text Edward.

She woke up in the middle of the night to use the restroom and found her room back in perfect condition, except for the distinct smell of super glue which was making her nauseous all over again. Oh, yeah, and the brooding vampire sitting in her rocking chair.

"You're pregnant," Edward said, encased in shadow. She could only really see the tips of his shoes in the small sliver of moonlight on her floor. All she could make out otherwise was his profile, so she had no idea what expression might be on his face, and his voice wasn't giving away a damned thing.

"How did you find out? Were you in my bathroom? Did you go through my trash?"

"That wasn't necessary. When you didn't text me tonight as you'd promised, I got concerned. I came to check on you, and realized there were two heartbeats coming from your room. One was much faster than the other, and for a moment I thought maybe you had a werewolf with you. I almost turned around, but then I realized the second heartbeat was more muffled. I snuck in here, and then I knew for sure. I'm guessing you just figured it out yourself?" His open hand swept across the room, cutting through the moonlight like a shimmering knife and then returning to the darkness.

"Yes, earlier today."

"Well, at least I understand why you didn't text me."

"Yes. I had a lot on my mind, but as you can see, I'm fine. Thank you for cleaning my room, although that was far from necessary, but I'd like to go back to sleep now."

"You want me to leave?" Edward sounded pained, and Bella cringed from the sound, but didn't back down. Her torrent of emotions would only cause her to say things she would regret.

"Yes, that's the general idea, Edward. It's two thirty in the morning, and I'm in no mood to entertain guests at this hour."

Before she could even blink from the breeze his movement caused, he was gone.

So, how many of you guessed?