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Chapter 10

An upside to these pregnancy hormones that have been wracking my body over the last five months are the crazy sex dreams. I don't have them often, but when I do…Lord, have mercy.

I thought only guys could wake up sticky and panting from those type of dreams. Turns out, with just a few squeezes of my thighs, I can too. What a wonderful and confusing discovery that was the first time it happened. As good as it was, though, I'd die if Edward heard me moaning in my sleep.

Speaking of moaning…and of Edward…

A hand slowly travels across my protruding tummy, and I know it's not mine. I'm obviously not against self-loving, but rubbing my own stomach does not turn me on, especially in its current condition. Only one man thinks this baby belly is sexy, and thank the Good Lord, he's right behind me, nibbling on my earlobe.

"I know you're awake," he murmurs. His voice is early-morning scratchy, and it makes me melt into him.

"I'm not the only one who's up, though, am I?"

"I think you know the answer to that." He nestles his hardness between my legs, making my right leg lift a little. His hand traveling south and rubbing makes them spread completely.

"I need you," I groan. My hips circle, looking for more friction, but he doesn't make me beg. He pushes inside, filling me completely, moaning my name.

He tries to be gentle, and I love him for it, but sometimes it's just not enough. We both need more. We both give it our all. Edward's left arm wraps under me, grabbing my breast, while my hands reach behind me, tugging on his hair. His strong fingers pinching and rubbing where I like it brings me so close, but it's feeling his stomach muscles roll against my lower back as he thrusts that pushes me over.

Grabbing my hips for leverage, he goes impossibly deeper, prolonging my orgasm as he finds his release. We stay joined for as long as possible, panting and covered with sweat, and I hope with all of my heart that it stays this good forever.

Moments later, Edward's hand is back on my belly. Familiar tingles travel across my body, but I don't think I have the energy to do anything about it yet. When he rolls me onto my back and kisses where his hand was, I start to really perk up. Hearing his voice calms my inner whore, and my heart swells as he speaks to our baby.

"Hey, there. It's your daddy. I'm so excited to see you today. Mommy wants to see you too, so play nice and show us if you're a boy or a girl, okay? Keep growing healthy and strong, and try not to dance on Mommy's bladder too much. I love you."

Could he be any cuter?

He kisses his way up to my mouth, careful to keep his weight off me. "I love you too, you know."

"I know," I say as I brush his still-damp hair away from his face. "And I'm so thankful."

We eat and get ready for our day, both of us anxious for my doctor's appointment. I was told by a nurse from the office to drink a lot of water before the ultrasound to help make it easier to see the baby, so I grab a couple of bottles to take with me.

The weather is cooler now, so Edward throws on a jacket, but when he reaches for mine, I shake my head no.

"You're really going to wear that to your appointment?" he asks. His eyes crinkling shows me he's teasing.

I look down at the t shirt stretched tightly over my tummy and smile. The words 'Love Child' are big and bold across the front, and it's perfect.

"I sure am, and I don't need a jacket. I'm finally not having to constantly fan myself to stay cooled off."

"Then let's go, crazy girl," he says before kissing my head and grabbing my hand.

Sitting in the waiting room is completely nerve-wracking. Because this is the "big" ultrasound, where the technician checks the baby's development, as well as the sex, we had to come to our local hospital rather than my doctor's office. Edward holds his hand firmly on my knee to try to keep it from bouncing, but it only works for a short time.

Maybe I shouldn't have finished both bottles of water so quickly.

We're finally called back into the room, and after I get situated on the bed with my shirt tucked under my boobs and the waistband of my pants rolled down to my cooch, the technician warns the gel she's about to squirt on me is cold. Fucking freezing is more like it.

She then places the wand-doo-hickey on my stomach and presses down…hard.

Yep, those two bottles of water were definitely overkill.

I hold my breath and clench, willing myself not to piss my pants. This, of course, causes me to think back to Rose's baby shower when she thought she'd "tee-tee'd" on herself, and I start giggling just like I did back then.

Why must I always get the giggles when it's not appropriate? Doctor's appointments, church services, the library, plays…it never fails. And don't even get me started on funerals… I obviously shouldn't be allowed in public.

Edward clears his throat and gives me his "are you okay?" face. I wipe my laughter tears away and give him a goofy smile as an answer.

Breaking us out of our bubble, the tech announces the arrival of our baby on the computer screen. Tears of laughter are immediately replaced by tears of happiness…of complete awe.

I'm pretty sure I don't blink, my eyes glued to the screen as grey blobs twist and turn with the movement of the wand on my belly. It looks more like the insides of a lava lamp than what I imagined my womb to look like, but every once in a while, I see what looks to be an arm or a head, and I'm relieved.

What's starting to bother me, though, is the silence coming from the ultrasound tech. All she does is move the wand and click, move the wand and click. Is something wrong? Can't she throw me a bone and give me some kind of information?

Edward either senses my panic or he's worried himself, so he politely asks if she can see anything out of the norm.

"I can't tell you everything I see. That's for the doctor to do. I can point body parts out to you, if you'd like," she answers with a smile.

She shows us the baby's heart, and I'm entranced watching it beat while hearing it at the same time. We see fingers and toes, an elbow and an ear. It's when we see our baby's face that I hear a shuddering breath blow against my cheek.

I turn to see Edward's face next to mine, his eyes glassy and his lashes wet.

"It's really real," he whispers. "Our baby is perfect, Bella."

"Would you like to know the sex?" the tech asks.

Neither of us can hide the excitement in our voices when we answer.

"Yes!"

"Please!"

A few moments pass, with only the swishing of the machine and the intake of our shallow breaths filling the room, until we hear, "I see a hamburger!"

What the hell?

"Excuse me," Edward says. "Can you repeat that?"

"A hamburger!" The tech explains, "Using the terms 'hamburger' or 'hot dog' helps the untrained eye see what's really there—'hot dog' is for a boy, obviously, and 'hamburger' is for a—"

"A girl!" Edward and I both exclaim.

In unison, "AWWWWEEEEE"...they're having a girl! And we squeezed a little lemon in there, as well. ;) What do you guys think? Do you love these two like we do?

Well, this story is coming to a close. We've got one more regular chapter to post on Wednesday and then the epilogue on Friday. You guys have been awesome. Thank you so much for reading, rec'ing, and supporting us and our story!

We also want to thank our beta, Geekchic12! She's been so awesome and rolled with our crazy. She makes our words better, and for that, we are so grateful! Any leftover mistakes are our own.

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-Jiff and Jenny Kate