A/N: Whoa, you guys! Where have I been? Whoa! Sorry about that! I don't know what happened there!

Sorry, the last chapter was, admittedly, a little harsh -- that's what took me so long to update! I absolutely hated the way it turned out the first go through, and I'm still not sure how I feel about it . . . for now, I think it's fine where it is . . . I'm not a huge fan of it, but if you'd seen the first draft, you'd absolutely love the present one! :)

Disclaimer: Please don't sue me. Everything is property of Stephenie Meyer and associates, I'm just the one who plays with them when I'm bored! Have mercy. ;)

Time passed slowly. Every day, I was driven throughout Forks twice a day, Carlisle at the wheel, Jasper and Emmett at my sides. We did this until I was able to do it with a straight face and no shaking. This took a good two weeks. I have never been in so much pain in my life.

We had just returned home from my second successful attempt and were celebrating. I was in the midst of a circle of family, receiving congratulations and praise from everyone (except Carlisle, who was inspecting the damage on a car I had previously ruined).

All of a sudden, Alice's face went completely blank, and she suddenly grabbed her phone and began dialing frantically.

"What's wrong?" Carlisle asked urgently. Everyone had stopped dead, watching Alice.

"It's Edward and Bella. Something's wrong," she mumbled, listening and waiting. Everyone could clearly hear the other side of the line when she answered.

"Hi, Alice," Bella said. She sounded terrible. She cleared her throat, probably noticing how bad she sounded.

"Bella? Bella, are you okay?" Alice asked, her holding the phone with two hands as if it was heavy.

"Yeah. Um, Is Carlisle there?" Bella asked.

"He is. What's the problem?" asked Alice, still holding tightly onto the phone.

"I'm not . . . 100% . . . sure . . ." she said.

"Is Edward all right?," she asked frenetically. She turned back to the house and called, "Carlisle!" Then back to the phone. "Why didn't he pick up the phone?"

"I'm not sure."

"Bella, what's going on? I just saw–"

"What did you see?" Bella interrupted urgently as Carlisle entered the room, looking concerned. Alice was hesitant to hand the phone over to him.

"Here's Carlisle," she said, forking it over. He took it from her and asked, "Bella, it's Carlisle. What's going on?"

"I–" she started, then paused. "I'm a little worried about Edward . . . Can vampires go into shock?"

"Has he been harmed?" Carlisle asked. I could feel Jasper trying to calm the room, but the sense of anxiety was still underlying for everyone.

"No, no. Just . . . taken by surprise." Carlisle furrowed his brow.

"I don't understand, Bella," he said, putting one hand in his pocket. He looked like a catalog model.

"I think . . . well, I think that . . . maybe . . . I might be . . . pregnant." The room gasped in surprise and shock, and Rosalie clapped her hands over her mouth. Carlisle said nothing for a long time, thinking hard.

"When was the last day of your menstrual cycle?" Whoa. Embarrassing. I knew Carlisle was a doctor, but a question like that would still irk me. It didn't seem to bother Bella.

"Sixteen days before the wedding," she told him, without pausing. She must have counted beforehand.

"How do you feel?"

"Weird," she admitted. There was fear in her voice. She told him she felt crazy; she was already having symptoms, having bad dreams, eating, crying, throwing up, and, ". . . and I swear something moved inside me just now." Everyone froze. We were too shocked to move.

"I think Edward wants to talk to you."

"Put him on." We waited.

"Is it possible?" he sounded like he was losing his mind; very deeply troubled.

"It's very possible; after all, Bella's body still changes, and the male reproductive system doesn't change much at all."

"And Bella?"

"You need to get her back here as soon as you can. There's no time to waste. We need to remove whatever is growing inside of her before it can hurt her. You'll need to book a flight, ASAP, and we'll pick you up at the airport. Can you keep her safe until then?"

"Yes. Yes, I will." Carlisle hung up the phone and glanced at all of us. No one expected this. I glimpsed at Rosalie, who was still holding her mouth, going through a catharsis. I had never seen her like this. I knew that if her eyes could produce tears, they'd pump out gallons. Everyone else just stood there, frozen as statues. Carlisle exhaled deeply.

"Well, I guess we'd better be getting to the airport."

A/N: Rubbish? Not rubbish? Please let me know! I hope you all enjoyed and hopefully I will have the next chapter up really soon! ~Munkin93

PS: It's my birthday today! This is my present to all of you! Haha ;)