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So here's the last chapters guys...there were requests to put in more chapters but unfortunately, I don't have the time to write another chappie :( so i put in time jumps instead! You will see a very hormonal bella in this :P I will write an epilogue tho, just to show you all how everything turned out. Tell me what you think!

Chapter 13:

BPOV:

When we got back to Chicago, the whole place was in uproar. Renee was sobbing and mumbling about how she had failed as a mother, and how the apple really doesn't fall far from the tree. Phil was trying to comfort her, while Charlie was pacing and calling Edward every bad name he could think of. I was glad he hadn't brought his gun to Chicago with him.

When Edward and I walked in the door of our house, this is the scene that greeted us. After the blissful day we had spent together, it seemed like they were raining on our parade. I frowned at the trio, and said in a firm, though menacing voice, "Stop it. All of you."

They all froze, as I dragged Edward by the hand to the sofa. I flopped down on the loveseat and glared at my parents.

"Edward and I love eachother. We are now married and are having a baby whether you like the fact or not. We didn't rush into marriage because of the baby, but because we love eachother and didn't want to wait any longer. And also because I never wanted a big, white wedding. You guys can either accept the fact and support me, which I would prefer, or you can sulk all you want, which won't make a difference anyway."

They were all quiet, looking at me with wide eyes. After a few minutes of the less-than-comfortable silence, Phil said to Renee, "Looks like she got your temper, honey."

Everyone laughed, Edward and I included. "It's going to get worse as she gets further along," Charlie said softly. "Be warned, Cullen."

"Of course, sir," Edward said, a cheeky smile on his gorgeous face. "I look forward to seeing her throwing vases at me for no reason."

I hit him upside the head. He groaned and looked at me questioningly. "That'll teach you not to mess with your pregnant wife," I said matter-of-factly.

He chuckled, kissing my hair. The tension that had previously filled the room was completely gone. Everyone was smiling now, and Renee even decided to take knitting classes so she could make booties and wool hats for the baby. The fact that we would be living in California didn't put a damper on her spirit.

1 month later:

My first trimester was now behind me, and I could finally see a well-defined, round bump as I entered my second trimester. It wasn't that prominent due to my petite frame, but the time had come for me to get maternity clothes. We had moved back to California, and had bought a house for ourselves close to the winery. If I looked out the window of my bedroom, I could see the green expanse stretching out for miles. Our new home was a medium-sized, white, two-story, three bedroom house. We had turned one of the rooms into a nursery for the baby, using neutral colours to decorate it. The pistachio, white and light yellow colours Elizabeth and I had chosen went perfectly together, making the room my favourite in the entire house.

Edward has started working for the CBI and had been assigned to work with Patrick Jane and Agent Lisbon's team. He was enjoying his work immensely, and had forged a very close friendship with Patrick. I was happy that he had made a friend after his socially isolated time with the agency. I missed my own friends from Chicago and I could tell Edward did as well, so one day when we came back from the gynaecologist, we had a huge surprise waiting for us at our house.

In our normally empty driveway stood two cars that I immediately recognised; one was a yellow porsche 911 turbo, and the other was a jeep wrangler that was so big I used to have to jump to get into it. Leaning against said cars, were four of my favourite people; Rosalie, Emmet, Jasper and Alice.

I literally threw the door of Edward's precious 'Stella' open and ran to hug my friends. Edward did the same but with a lot more dignity and a little less enthusiasm than me.

"What are you guys doing here?" I asked, grinning as I looked from one of ecstatic face to the other.

"We're moving here!" Alice squealed.

"Oh my God!" I squealed back. "Are you serious? How? When?"

"Well, ever since you guys moved, Chicago hasn't been the same," Alice explained. "So we decided to apply for jobs here. Jasper got a job at a nearby university and I'm opening my own boutique which I've wanted to do for a very long time. Emmet has decided to open a garage here like he had in Chicago, and of course, Rose is on maternity leave from the modelling agency."

"Wow! That's amazing you guys. I can't believe you came here just for us," I said, my eyes tearing up. Both Rose and I were a blubbering mess in a few short minutes, while Alice wrinkled her nose and said she never wanted to get pregnant if she would be like us. That brought on a round of hysterical laughter which earned us the nickname "the crazy preggo-duo." Edward invited everyone in and I played the part of the host, getting everyone coffee, cake and cookies. Edward's eyes brightened when he saw the cookies. I had discovered his love for all things sweet a long time ago, but his endless affection for chocolate-chip and peanut butter cookies never ceased to amaze me. He would eat the entire batch within a few short minutes, unless I hid them from him in a cookie jar whose location I kept secret. I also knew that if I ever wanted Edward to do something he didn't want to, all I had to was bribe him with the cookies. Yes, we have a very mature relationship, I know.

I went shopping for maternity clothes with Alice and Rosalie that day, as the three men unpacked everything the movers had brought from Chicago. I felt bad for them, but apparently Jasper and Emmet had lost a bet and this was their punishment.

"What was the bet?" I asked Rose.

She smiled wickedly. "They thought that Alice and I wouldn't be able to hide our coming here from you. Now they know better than to mess with us."

I laughed, and we spent the rest of the day getting clothes, eating greasy fast-food and spending the first of many days together under the California sun.

2 months later:

I had my five-month check-up at the doctor's, and Edward couldn't be there because he was on some case that Patrick had a personal interest in, so Alice went with me instead. She had been working on her boutique 24/7 but she wanted to see the baby, regardless of how small it would be.

"Mrs. Isabella Cullen," a nurse called out. Alice and I stopped our chattering and made our way to the examination room. My OB/GYN Dr. Chelsea Hammond came in, turning off the lights and turning on the ultrasound machine.

"How are you feeling, Mrs. Cullen?" she asked.

"Good. The nausea has finally stopped, so I'm getting in a good few hours of sleep. I've been taking the pre-natal vitamins that you gave me, as well. So it's all better than before."

"And the caffeine intake?" she asked sternly as she applied the coupling gel to my abdomen.

I threw my arms up in exasperation. "Yes, I have quit the coffee. I'm drinking that awful, caffeine-free herbal tea Edward got me. It sucks." I pouted. That had been the hardest part of the pregnancy so far, even more so than the morning sickness. But I had to do it for the baby's health, so I agreed, with a lot of insistence on Edward's and Dr. Hammond's part.

A whooshing sound began coming from the machine as the doctor placed the probe on my stomach. "See that?" she pointed to a white blob. "That's the head. And those are the arms and the legs. That's one tall baby."

I smiled, wishing Edward could have seen this. Alice jumped up and down excitedly, saying "Holy crap! There's a person inside you! Look look!" I laughed at her and heard my baby's heart-beat for the first time, bringing tears to my eyes.

"Do you want to know the sex of the baby?" I shook my head. Edward and I wanted it to be a surprise. Dr. Hammond printed out a few pictures for us to take home. Alice dropped me off at my house and went to her boutique. I baked a red velvet cake as I waited for Edward to come home. It had become a nervous habit; whenever I was stressed, I baked. It was 5:30 now and Edward should have come home half an hour earlier. I started fidgeting with the baby's things in the nursery, trying to soothe myself with the smell of baby powder. It worked to an extent, but I was still worried as I came back downstairs to call Edward. He was two hour late now, and my frazzled nerves were causing me to imagine scenarios that made my hands shake. As soon as I picked up the phone receiver, however, I heard the key turn in the front door and Edward appeared, seemingly safe and sound.

I threw myself into his arms, sobbing into his shirt. He winced slightly and panicked, saying, "Bella, what's wrong? Are you okay? Is the baby hurt?"

I shook my head, and whispered, "We're fine." He smoothed the hair on my head, and asked my why I was crying.

"I got worried when you got late," I said, wiping the silly tears off my face. "What took you so long?"

"Uhm, the case was a hard one," he said, hesitantly. "Patrick had too much riding on it to mess it up, so we had to put in a little more time then usual. I'm sorry I frightened you."

"It's ok," I said, smiling at him. "Want some cake?"

"Just let me get changed," he said, kissing my cheek and going upstairs. It was as I was frosting the cake that I noticed that Edward's clothes were different from the ones he was wearing when he went to work in the morning. The change was subtle; this shirt had thicker white stripes than the other blue one, but I caught it. I shrugged it off and went back to icing the cake. I thought I'd just take the cake upstairs, and we could have it in bed instead of the uncomfortable couch which hurt my back.

I walked upstairs carefully, two pieces of cake placed in a plate with two forks in hand. I was especially careful not to trip and miscarry another baby, so I was more cautious than usual. I opened the door to our bedroom, and was shocked at the sight in front of me. Edward was standing with his back to me, holding a bloody bandage in his hand as more of the red liquid seeped out of a wound on the right side of his abdomen. My head began to spin and the plate in my hand shattered onto the floor, alerting Edward to my presence. He spun back, shock clear on his face.

He reached a hand out to steady me as I swayed. I fought against the blackness that threatened to overtake my conscious mind; I won, as I heard Edward call out my name.

"What happened?," I asked, trying to asses the damage done to my precious husband. "Who did this?"

"It's nothing, Bella," he said, pressing fresh gauze onto the wound. "Please, don't worry. It's not good for the baby."

"Stop lying, Edward," I said, angrily. "That doesn't look like nothing."

He sighed as I continued to stare him down. "It's not a big deal. It was just a flesh wound. The fight today got a little rough. That's all."

"Don't you dare downplay this, Edward Cullen," I said, trying to stop my voice from sounding choked up. "Tell me what happened from the beginning, and don't leave anything out."

"Fine!" he said, his tone defeated. "Patrick's wife and child were killed some time ago by a killer named 'Red John'. That's why he joined the CBI, so he could get revenge But this guy is smart. This morning, we went on a false trail he had set up, falling into a trap. Patrick, the team and I tried getting out of it, but we were shot at. I just got a flesh wound in the abdomen, but Lisbon got shot in the leg. It's going to take her weeks to heal completely."

I winced. "Didn't you see a doctor?"

"I did. He took out the bullet and stitched me up, but the stitches got torn," he said, still trying to get the bleeding to stop.

I got off the bed we were sitting on, grabbed the car keys, and said, "Come on, I'm taking you back to the hospital."

"Bella, calm down. I can go by myself."

I pulled him up and dragged him downstairs, walking to the car. He got into the passenger side while I drove to the hospital.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked.

"Because I knew you would stress out," he smiled.

"Edward, I swear to God, if you ever lie to me or hide something from me again, I'll kill you myself," I said, angry tears falling down my face. "And screw the protecting me crap, please." (AN: quote!)

"I just didn't want you to worry, Bella. That's why I convinced the doctor to let me go early."

"Don't ever do that again. Got it?" I said, not looking at him.

"Fine!" he huffed.

I smiled and parked the car, taking my stubborn husband to the doctor before he collapsed from the blood loss.

4 months later:

Things that I had done easily in the past were extra hard to do now. Things like putting on matching shoes and stretching my back to relax my tired muscles were impossible tasks. Edward chuckled at my frustration but helped me with everything he could. My friends were a great help too, as were Edward's parents. Everyone brought us home-cooked meals so I didn't have to tire myself out cooking. We really did have the best friends a person could ask for.

Rose had a beautiful baby girl a month ago, and was ecstatic with her little bundle of joy. They had named her Hayley Alice McCarty, and Alice had been appointed godmother. I was about ready to have my baby as well, and was moaning about the long pregnancy to Edward.

"Why can't the baby come already?" I huffed. "I've been this way for nine whole months!"

"First of all, you didn't even know you were expecting until a month after you get pregnant. Second, you've only been this big for a few months. And third, you think this pregnancy is long? Elephants have a gestation period of almost 2 years!"

My eyes bugged out. "Did you just compare me to an elephant?" I screamed. I heaved myself off the couch, took the stiff back cushion I used for my back and started hitting Edward with it on the head.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Bella stop. I'm sorry, honey. Please stop hitting me!" he pleaded.

I was about to smile at him and forgive him, but at that moment, I felt a sharp pain in my stomach and doubled over, clutching my bump.

"Bella, what is it," Edward said, panicked. my face was contorted in pain as I replied.

"I think I need to go to the hospital."

A/N: Don't you all wanna know what happens next? hehe! review if you do! epilogue tomorrow!

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