Okay, so I was going to combine this with Chapter 12, but in the end I decided just to post it, so I could it out there. It's on the shorter side, but Chapter 12 is looking like it's going to be long, so hopefully that'll make for it. And oh yeah, Edward's home. (:

I have fair for the next few days, so it'll be next week before there's an update.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight and I know practically nothing about world war 2, just so you know.

Chapter Eleven.

Home.

On the nineteeth I moved back into my house, temporarily, for the next two weeks. I would stay with Alice again once Jasper, Edward, and Emmett had left, and help her take care of the baby, which was sure to have been born by then, and so she could keep an eye on me, too.

If I had been happy about the news about them coming home, it had been nothing compared to Alice. She had spent the last nine days praying that the baby wouldn't come before he got here. "Just wait till the twentieth. Then you can come. You can come anytime you want," she'd said over and over again, running her hands over her stomach. But somehow we both knew that the baby would wait.

I spent all day cleaning my already spotless house. I had already helped Alice clean hers before I moved most of my things back over to my house. I put everything away, dusted, polished and shined everything. I wanted everything to be perfect, and it also helped take my mind off the last few hours that were taking forever.

We were meeting the train tomorrow morning.

I would be able to tell Edward about the baby in person.

Tomorrow night we were all having a big family dinner, my parents, his parents, Rosalie and Emmett, Jasper and Alice, as long as she felt up too it. The idea of us all being together again like that, like we hadn't since my wedding, happy, was completely amazing.

Once the house was beyond order, and I had ran down to Alice's to make sure she was okay, and stopped in to say hello to my parents just for something to do-I still hadn't told them about the baby. I planned on telling them after I told Edward-I came home and crawled into bed, surprised to find that I actually was exhausted. I couldn't wait till morning.

Edward.

When I woke up in the morning I felt sick to my stomach again. I had been feeling pretty good the last few days, and I was praying that it had passed, but here was my morning sickness again.

I love you baby. But we're going to go see your father in a just about an hour, and I really need to look presentable, and it'd be really nice not to have explain why I'm throwing up right off. I want to tell him, and I want it to be perfect. Romantic and all that. I pleaded with it.

My stomach did calm a bit, and I took a quick bath and changed into a deep blue dress that Edward loved on me. My hair dried into it's normal curls, and I left it down, because he liked it that way. I found a pair of low blue heels, and slipped them on too. I hated that it was raining, and I had to put on my old brown coat, but I didn't dwell on that very long.

Alice and I walked to the station together, meeting Rosalie there. Esme and Carlisle had told us to go on ahead, that they'd have plenty of time to see us all later.

So here we were, waiting on the platform. My stomach was jumping around-to be honest, I wasn't sure if it was nerves or if I was still experiencing my morning sickness-and my heart was pounding in my chest.

Every second felt like forever.

Alice had her arm through mine, and she was literally bouncing beside me, and how she managed to do that, that pregnant, I'll never know.

Rosalie looked more patient. She was standing on the other side of me, our arms brushing against each other. She kept running her fingers through her hair, and checking her reflection in her compact.

We could hear the train in the distance, finally and it felt like my heart might beat out of my chest. And then it was closer, and closer, and finally we could see it.

It felt like forever as it pulled into the station, and finally came to a stop. People started coming out, a few people I knew, a lot of people I didn't, and then finally I saw Emmett, in his green uniform, stepping out onto the platform. Rosalie jumped forward, all but running to him, and he caught up with her, and she threw herself into his arms, and he spun her around.

I looked away then, turning back to look at the door.

A few more people got off. Then Jasper came out, his eyes full of love as he took in his pregnant wife. He looked relived that the baby hadn't been born yet.

And finally, finally, there was Edward.

He looked as amazing, and handsome, and wonderful as always. His bronze hair was messy as ever, his eyes even greener than I remembered. My heart thudded in my chest, and then I was running forward, to him. I wasn't aware of anything around me, any of the people, it was just me and him.

He caught me as I reached him, and I felt his hands, so familiar, around my waist. He lifted me off my feet as I tossed my arms around his neck, and held on tight. I buried my head into his shoulder, breathing in his scent. I missed it. I missed him.

I was crying, I was so happy.

"Oh, Bella. Bella, Bella, love," he murmured into my neck, and I shivered as I felt his lips there. "I can't believe it's you. It's really you."

"It's really me. It's really you," I said.

He laughed then, and his lips met mine. I closed my eyes and kissed him back with my enthusiasm than I probably ever had before. I wanted to stay like this forever, to always remember and feel his lips on me, to taste him, and touch him.

Edward was home.

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I never wanted to let go of him. Even after we finished our greeting-because well, our kiss was getting a little far for public, and we stopped embracing, I clung tightly to his hand, my head close to his shoulder. I had to touch him, had to make sure he was real, that he was really here.

However, the baby had other ideas, and as we walked into the train station, all of six of us, happy and smiling and talking, I felt that all too familar feeling in my stomach, and I let go of Edward's hand and ran for the Ladies' room, leaving Edward staring at me with a stunned confused expression.

I felt terrible, but watching me lose my breakfast in the middle of the train station probably wouldn't impress him too much either.

Rosalie came in a moment later, coming in, and brushing my hair from my face.

"Is Edward upset?" I asked, sitting up, and curling my arms around my stomach, miserably.

She smiled a bit, and shook her head. "Of course not, Bella. Alice explained that you've been...feeling a bit...under the weather, and that, yes, Carlisle's checked you out, and you're just fine," she explained, and I nodded gratefully.

"Do you think you feel well enough to get up?" she asked me.

I shrugged, because my stomach was still rolling a bit, but I didn't want to sit in here while Edward was out there, so close.

She helped me to my feet, and I washed my mouth out before we headed back to the others. Edward came over to me, and put his arms around me.

"Are you okay?" he asked me, his forehead creasing with worry.

I nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine now. Sorry."

He kissed my forehead. "There's nothing to be sorry for, love," he assured me. "I just hope you're okay."

"Fine," I reassured him, leaning into him, breathing him in.

He smiled at me, putting his arm around my shoulders, keeping me close, which is where I wanted to stay.

Forever.

I have a teaser for the chapter 12 for everyone who reviews. It'll probably be Sunday before I can reply to reviews though.