The rest of the night I slept a through a peaceful, dreamless night.I knew that soon enough, I'd be confronted about my dream and overwhelmed with questions, so I wanted to stay asleep as long as possible.

"Bella? Bella?" Emmett poked my stomach. "Bella? Bella? Bella? Bella? I know you're up Bella! Bella? Bella?"

I couldn't take Emmett's constant badgering any longer, so I shot up into a sitting position and screamed. "WHAT!"

"Good morning," he whispered, chuckling.

"Jesus Christ Emmett, I swear I'm going to kill you!" I threatened. I got up and walked over into the kitchen, looking for some breakfast.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

I turned from the cabinets and my eyes turned to slits. "Hunting."

"Well, you humans have it easy then don't you?" He asked.

"What are you doing here? Where's everyone else?" I asked, grabbing a breakfast bar. I sat down at the bar next to him, waiting for an answer.

"Right here. He just wanted to wake you." Edward seemed to appear out of thin air. He came and hugged me from behind where I was sitting at the bar.

"And you decided 'sure why not'?" I asked, taking the second bite of my granola bar. I swiveled in my chair to turn and look at him with an eye brow raised.

"Well actually I had some bigger fish to fry then Emmett. You gotta pick your battles you know?" he asked.

"Nice to know where I stand on you priority list." I turned back around to face Emmett.

Edward took my seat and turned it back around so I was facing him. He brushed along the edge of my cheekbone with the back of his hand and said: "You are at the very top, it's Emmett who is lower down on the list."

I laughed and kissed his cheek. "Good."

I got down from my stool and walked over to the silver trash bin. I stepped on the button and the top flew open. I threw away my wrapper, and then Edward took my hand and led me over to the couch. We sat down together on the place where my pillows and blankets remained from last night.

"We have to talk," he began. I thought about all of the things he could mean, and the top two were my weight and my dream. "about last night." and so the dream theory takes home the gold.

"Okay," I said, not offering any information.

"What was your dream about?" He asked, stroking my hand.

I thought back to all the pain the dream carried along with it, and I didn't know if I really wanted him to know about it. "Nothing, it really doesn't matter." I shook my head and looked back into his deep eyes. "Honest."

"Love, I only want to comfort you, and I can't do that if you don't tell me about it," He reminded me.

"I don't need comforting, Edward," I was beginning to get nervous, because I did want comforting, but I didn't want to talk about my dream.

"I know you're lying, I can feel your heart rate speeding up," He whispered.

Emmett came in, from whatever was previously distracting him in the kitchen. "Yeah Bella, we're all just dying to know who this 'man' from your dreams is." Emmett said, obviously amused. I realized that there was really no other way out now then to just tell him.

"You want to know, fine I'll tell you," I introduced. "Don't say anything till I'm done though." Emmett and Edward nodded. Alice came down the stairs, followed by Jasper, Rosalie, Esme and Carlisle. It shouldn't have shocked me that they were listening, but it was still more than a little odd. "I can't really explain what happened, because I don't really know myself. It was a short dream, but basically there was a man and a woman—"

"I don't like where this is heading," Emmett interrupted.

"Well Emmett, would you like to tell the story?" I asked, waiting.

"No, sorry Bella," He replied, sheepishly. He nodded and I began again.

"There was a man and a woman, and they wanted to know where Edward was," I specifically remembered the man calling Edward my 'pretty little husband' in the dream, but I edited that out. "and I said he was out of town. He said that that wasn't good, and then there was a woman's voice, and she was like 'say goodnight Bella' and then, well, my whole body felt like it was burning. That's when I woke up screaming." I finished, waiting for their reactions.

"Why would you dream about that? I thought when humans dreamed it was a wish their heart makes." Emmett asked, and at that, I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"Cinderella isn't a very reliable source of information, Emmett. Dreams are different for everyone, most dreams come from what that person did during the day. You don't choose what you dream, they just sort of chose themselves." I explained, but it was difficult to actually describe what dreaming felt like to a person who has no memory of ever doing it.

"Oh, Bella, that's awful!" Esme cried, putting a hand over her heart.

"Well, I can see why you woke up screaming," Rosalie added. "I would've."

Edward was just kind of . . . still. He finally showed some emotion and kissed the top of my head, showing some emotion, or life. "Bella, I wouldn't let anything happen to you, do you know that?" He asked.

I shook my head. "It was really just a dream, no need to worry about it." I gave him a real, genuine smile.

"You should have seen yourself last night, it was scary. You looked like you had just seen a murderer," Alice said. "I was afraid for you."

"When I tried to calm you down, nothing happened. It was like you were untouchable," Jasper explained.

"What's it like?" Rosalie asked, "Dreaming?" Oh great, I was going to have to explain again. I was going to have to get used to explaining every little human thing that I did to her, surely she'd be curious because of the baby.

"Well . . . there's all different types of dreams. Sometimes, you know you're dreaming, and other times you wake up in the morning and think the dream was a real occurrence.

"When you know you're dreaming, it's kind of like playing pretend. You can make anyone do anything, and it's like living in a perfect world. When it's more of a realistic dream, then it's like an everyday life. I've had dreams where I just talk to people, like you and I are right now.

"Dreams feel real, like they are more than something your subconscious has whipped up. No matter how crazy the dream is, it makes total sense when it happens. One night, I dreamt that one of my best friends went to juvy and I busted her out, and the next morning I asked my mom if that friend ever made it home. It's a hard thing to explain, and I wish I could give you a better picture, really.

"Some doctors think dreams prepare you for real world situations, and others think it is just a way to keep up brain activity. Some people dreams are in relation of something they did that day, like for instance if you were excited to go on a vacation, then you might dream about the day you're leaving. I think that should paint a pretty good picture in your mind. Edward, you know what dreaming is like don't you?" I asked. Surely he had read the mind of someone sleeping before.

"It's like a movie to me, but I don't know what it feels like, really," He admitted.

"So I stand alone here," I murmured under my breath. "But do you get it?" I asked.

"It sounds lovely. I wish I could dream. Although-I'm sure at one point I had, but I can't seem to remember it now." Esme said, smiling as if it was something golden.

"Not all dreams are good, Esme. I mean, I have nightmares more often than I do good dreams. Sometimes I hate going to bed, in fear of what I might see when I close my eyes for the night," I said, before thinking. I internally slapped my forehead for that comment.

"You are?" Edward asked. "Even when I sing?" His eyes did that darn smothering thing again and I looked away.

"Well, no, but that's not most nights," I reminded him.

"Well, it will be. We're going out to buy a bed today, so that you can be more comfortable," He told me.

"Oh, last night was far from uncomfortable. This couch, I think, is softer than my own bed. I really don't need to impose on you like that."

"Bella, love, it's not imposing. Besides, you live here now, and since you're part of the family, anything you need is yours, and you certainly need a bed. Besides, we really have more money than we know what to do with." He always did want to spend unneeded money on me.

"Oh, yeah I can imagine how much you save on groceries." I laughed to myself. "Not to mention that Carlisle's the most amazing doctor of everybody's time." I was going to say his time, but that didn't seem fitting seeing how his time ended around 300 years ago.

"We buy some, still, but only enough to feed one person," Esme answered with a laugh.

"Nothing to big, though okay?" I reminded him. "There's no need to go overboard. So—when are we leaving?" I asked.

"Oh, no, you're not going with them you're coming with me. Alice, Esme, and you and I are going to start buying things for the nursery today. The mall they're going to has a couple stores I want to look into," Rosalie corrected.

I fought back a sigh, since Edward would be alone with his money in the store, but agreed because I knew I wanted to go with Rose. "First, I need to see the room. I know I've seen it before, but I want to again, just so that I can have it fresh in my mind." I told her. I got up from the couch and proceeded to the staircase. "Coming?" I asked, since they were all still sitting down.

"No, I remember it just fine," Alice said. "Vampire's memory's are perfect." She smiled and tapped the side of her head.

"Fine, then."

The guest room was just as lovely as every other aspect of the house. You open the door, and the first thing you see is a bay window on the back wall, just above a 8 ft. by 8 ft. platform, obviously meant for a larger bed then a crib, but we could make it work by centering the bed . The floors are a light wooden, the cleaner choice over carpets because carpets lock in germs and dirt, plus wood floors are easier to clean when needed. There was a walk in closet, but baby's cloths don't really hang, they fold so I think the closet would be used as a storage room for diapers and such. The walls were painted the same light beige as the rest of the house, so I knew that would need to change. The ceiling came to a point in the middle because of the decorative rooftop, so we could hang a chandelier without it looking tacky. I was ready to shop for this baby.

"Alright, I'm good let's go." I said, going to reach for my coat, but when I did it wasn't there. "Where's my coat?"

"Well, if you don't remember clearly, you came into the house absolutely drenched yesterday. Your coat is in the dryer now, but it won't be finished for probably another hour. Luckily I have one or two jackets that might fit you," Alice said, smiling. I knew it wasn't luck that got me a coat, it was Alice's obsessive shopping disorder. She ran up the steps faster than my eyes could catch and was back down in no time at all.

"Here you go." She tossed me a dark blue, duel button and zipper coat with a fur-lined hood. It was nice—sure, but I didn't see why I couldn't have a plain old grey one. On the lower right corner of the jacket there was what looked like a bird in flight, but I couldn't remember which designer that was. Alice had once devoted a whole day of lets-teach-Bella-what-symbols-go-with-what-store, but made no success.

Anyhow, I slid on the jacket and walked out the door following Esme, Rose and of course Alice to a shiny BMW. Esme and Alice assumed the back seat, so I assumed the front passenger was meant for me.

Rose stood outside my door, just staring at me for a couple of seconds. "Do you need something?" I finally managed, when she didn't move.

"You're driving." When Alice explained this I was sure I saw a halo dangling over her head.

"Really?" I asked, amazed.

"Yep," Rose said once I got out of the passenger's seat and gladly went to the driver's.

Once I got re-situated Rose handed me the key which I slid gently into the ignition, and with a low purr the engine started. I threw it into drive and began out of the drive way at a safe speed.

About 5 minutes later we hit the main roads of the highway. The car was silent, so Rose took it upon herself to put on some music. I laughed at what the radio played.

"Alice, it's your favorite song!" I announced, amused.

"Sexy and I know it has a good beat," She defended. She began singing along with the chorus, and suddenly she shouted "I-I-I-I I WORK OUT! WHEN I WALK IN THE ROOM, THIS IS WHAT I SEE .EVERYBODY STOPS AND IS STARING AT ME."

"Alice is that really necessary?" Esme wondered, looking at her like she'd grown a second head.

"I'M SEXY AND I KNOW IT!" She answered, still singing along with the chorus. I shot Rose a look and she translated it as would-you-please-shut-that-horrible-music-off-and-find-something-better.

The soft music of one of my favorite songs in the whole world came on. It was like my life song, and it certainly came through for me when times were tough. It was a beautiful song, The Man who Can't be Moved.

I started singing a long quietly to myself, not wanting the others to hear, but I simply couldn't resist because I knew it so well. "Going, back to the corner where I first saw you, going to camp in my sleeping bag and I'm not going to mo-ove. Got some words on cardboard, got your picture in my hand, saying if you see this girl can you tell her where I am? Some try to hand me money, but they don't understand. I'm not broke, I'm just a broken hearted man. I know it makes no sense, what else can I do? How can I move on when I'm still in love with you?" I was going to continue, but Rose stopped me.

"Wow, Bella, you're a really good singer!" She said, surprised.

I blushed and concentrated harder than truly needed. I forgot about their illuminated senses when I had started singing, and clearly it was too late to go back now.

"Thanks."

"No, really. I mean, you are a really good singer, Bella. Hasn't anyone told you that before?" She asked.

"Well, I didn't really mean for you to hear and I never sing in front of other people . . ." I studied the back of a new Toyota, whose license plate number was 1800 SC.

"She's not lying Bella, your good dear," Esme added.

"Rose isn't one to give a compliment where a compliment isn't due. You should try and get signed." Alice added.

"No, I don't want anything to do with singing, I just liked this song." I said, trying to get the topic away from me. I could still feel the heat in my cheeks, and I was waiting for it to cool down still.

"Fine, fine, I was just saying you're good." Rose surrendered. I turned onto my exit, and Alice huffed.

"Why did you want Bella to drive?" She asked Rose. "She's too slow. Besides, it'd be much safer with one of us driving." She fought.

"I'm a good driver!" I said, offended.

"No, no, I didn't mean to say that you weren't, it's just that we have faster reflexes."

"Oh, sure," I whispered.

"I wanted to see how she drove." Rosalie said. I had noticed her eyes finding their way to the pedometer, but I figured she was just getting impatient.

"Why?" Esme asked, out of curiosity rather than scrutiny.

"For the baby. I think we should all start working on our driving if we are going to be caring for a human far more fragile than Bella. We can't all be driving at 110 miles with a baby in the back." She explained.

"I hadn't really thought of that," Alice said.

"Well, luckily I had." Rose smiled smugly at her.

"I think Bella should drive us back home too. I wasn't really paying attention to what she was doing," Alice said.

This must be my lucky day.

"Here, Here! Now Bella you turned the wrong way! Uhhggg! Look, there's a spot up front, oh wait never mind that guy stole it. Whatever, just park in the back." Alice screamed at me from the back, furiously pointing to all different empty slots, which were all filled.

I slid into a barren space in the lost and got out, throwing the keys to Rose. She easily caught them and placed them gently into her designer purse.

"Hey babe, nice car." And older man smiled and winked at me.

"Just keep walking, Bella," Alice hissed.

"Where you goin'?" He asked, following us into the mall when I knew he was headed back into his car before.

"I don't really think you'd be wise to keep walking," Rosalie said in such a tone that it made me afraid.

"Woah, woah, woah, we don't need to be like that now do we?" He asked, taking a step backwards.

"Oh, I think we do. Go and get back in that trashy car and leave," Rose retorted.

"Fine, fine, I was just being friendly." He jogged back to an old Volkswagon, and Alice rolled her eyes.

"I hate people sometimes," She said.

"Now, Alice, don't say that." Esme warned. It was always a little weird having her around, because she was like my mother in more ways than one.

"Fine, let's just . . . concentrate on what we came here for." She walked a little faster than a slow jog for a human and I had to run to keep up with her.

"Slow your roll there speed racer," I teased when we got passed the main entrance and she slowed.

"Just wanted to get in faster, sorry," She laughed.

Esme started turning in the wrong direction of the store. "Esme, where are you going the store is this way," I said pointing to the opposite direction in which she was heading.

"I'm not going to be designing the room with you, I'm going to let you take this one Bella, I think you know what you're dealing with. I'm going to go help the boys." She said, which was odd because I didn't think it was all that hard to pick out a bed.

"Oh…okay, tell Edward I said hi." I waved her goodbye and we started heading towards Babies 'R US.

"Rose, did you pick out your colors?" I asked, wondering what she had picked so far.

"I want pink, no matter how tacky that might be." She laughed silently to herself.

"No, it's not tacky, just traditional," I said. "Do you want to go to Lowe's first so we can pick out the paint, or at least see a couple samples?" I asked.

"Good idea Bella! By the way, I love what you have in mind." She winked. I laughed a little. I had been sorting around a couple of ideas in my head, but none were certain yet.

I was going to pick a more dark and tinted pink to contrast with the light mahogany floors. The crib would have to be either colored or a close match to the wood flooring so that it wouldn't clash. I wanted a designed stripe across the middle of the wall, so that it would align with any bureaus that Rose would need. I haven't seen any bed set designs in a while, so I didn't know what would match. I knew that we would need an accent color still, but I had yet to ask Rose about it.

"Do you have any accent colors in mind?" I asked, before I told her my preference.

"Actually, yeah. I always liked brown with pink." She answered.

"Great! That was just what I had in mind. Oh—wait I forgot to ask. What's the budget?" I bit my lip.

Alice and Rose started laughing in unison, and I just stared, not seeing the part that was funny. "We don't have a budget Bella, we're just going to do as we go." Alice finally explained.

"Oh . . . funny . . ." I still didn't see what was laughable.

"Bella, Bella, Bella, Bella, Bella, tut-tut-tut. You should start acting like a Cullen." Alice rolled her eyes. "Even if you consider yourself a Masen." She added on the last part after a second of thought.

"Yeah, I don't know how I'm going to go to school with this ring on my finger, and I can't take it off, it's too lovely," I said, holding out my hand to demonstrate.

Alice held out a slender hand in response, as well as Rose. Alice sighed. "Jasper picked this out about 2 years after we met. I love it, but a couple weeks ago I saw the prince of England engaging to Kate with the same ring." She frowned. "But I had it first." She reminded me.

"Emmett picked this out within the first month of being a newborn, which is strange because newborns aren't ever really in control of their emotions."

I didn't want to get into that whole you-don't-want-to-be-a-new-born-vampire-because-of-this-and-that, because I've heard all of it ten times over, and each time someone repeats it, it makes no impact on my decision. Alice knew that, and I was grateful I had her on my side, because if anyone can put an idea in Edward's head it's Alice.

"Yeah, weird," I agreed.

"Oh . . . Here it is. Let's go in." Alice pointed to the Lowes and we headed in.

"Can I help you ladies with anything?" A boy who looked no older than I asked.

"No, thanks." Rose didn't even offer a smile or a hello to the boy, but that didn't discourage him.

"Just let me know." He smiled, showing perfectly aligned teeth, something he clearly had to thank orthodontists for.

"Sure," I answered with a kind and lighthearted smile so that we wouldn't be seen as rude customers.

We headed to the paint samples that I always loved to look at because they were arranged by color. I grabbed the dark pink that I had in mind and showed it to Rose, who was doing this same thing with a dark brown. We smiled at each other then turned to Alice, who looked out of her element standing next to nails and hammers in silk and heels.

"Do you like these two?" Rosalie grabbed the pink from my hand and held it in her hand with the brown.

"Yeah, they look great. Rose, did you purposely chose those two colors?" She asked, taking some of Rose's other color choices from her. Earlier, Rosalie had wanted to use dark blue and pink, but it didn't really work,

"Yeah, I did actually." She laughed.

"What?"

"You know that store that I told you is one of the best of the business? Abercrombie and Fitch, it's called. They have main colors, red, white, pink and dark blue," She said.

"Oh, nice, you're baby will be the most fashionable of her time." I rolled my eyes. "This child has no idea what she's getting herself into." I laughed to myself, but only earned glares from both Rose and Alice.

"BB is going to love me. Besides, that's pretty big talk for someone wearing clothes from the very designer they're mocking." Alice raised her eyebrows at me and I tugged at the bottom of my coat to study the animal again. I really had no idea why fashion designers felt the need to incorporate animals into their clothing, but to each its own I guess.

"I knew it was from some big place like that."

"Well, it's not Abercrombie and Fitch's coat, but it's from the same company," She explained.

"What store is this from?" I asked, trying to memorize which symbols went with which stores, and she was confusing me quite frankly.

"Hollister. It's the same thing, but made for younger people," She said.

"Then is Abercrombie and Fitch for old people?" If it was, then why would Alice shop there?

"Well, not really, it's like for teenagers and people up to their 40s. After that their clothing is kind of inappropriate. Hollister is for teens too, and then abercrombie, like with a lowercase 'a' is for like kids under 11," She tried to explain, but left me dumbfounded in the process.

"Super," I said in response, not able to see anything else.

Rose and Alice laughed. "So, let's just take these paint samples to Babies 'R' Us for reference, so we can stop playing fashion ed."

"Sure, sure. I think Bella is going to blow your mind Rose! I'm going to hold this against you now that I know you are capable of making something appealing to the eye." She warned.

"The only thing I know how to do is baby's rooms, honest. I will not be helping you with the clothing, at all." I didn't want her asking me to do anything besides this in the future, because I know I would screw it up royally.

"Sure, sure. I can see you running and screaming from the first baby fashion in sight." Alice teased.

"Because that's what I've decided to do, already," I joked.

Once we got into the store Rose looked awed. "Never really checked out these stores before?" I wondered. She shook her head and I smiled at her.

We need to go over to the comforter and crib section, because that's what the whole room revolves around, and then we can start planning the rest," I announced.

The nodded and we went over to our section. Alice immediately got side tracked, occasionally shouting things such as "Oh, we need this" and "Oh, this is to die for!"

I'd do my best to ignore her and go back to helping Rose. In the end we decided on a nice finished crib that Rose said was made from the same company that designed the floors. Alice agreed that it matched perfectly, and I thought it did as well. It had a changing table on top of it and a little basket underneath. The crib's side came down so that you could easily pick up your child without hoisting her over the edge. It was nice, but pricey.

"Guys, don't you think 1000 is a little too much to be spending on a crib?"

"No, not really."

"Okay then," I replied. "We need to look for the comforter, but we can just get this deal that goes with the crib for the mattress," I reminded them, not that I was accusing them of forgetting.

The rest of the day went perfectly, which my mind snap back to my dream. Not the one with the man and the woman, but the one with the darkness. Surely that would be coming soon, no one's life could ever be this perfect. Even in the movies the climax is never a happily ever after.

We were at home, and I had just gotten out of the shower. Esme had taken it upon herself to take all of my toiletries out of the house, and even managed to get some of my cloths that Alice had labeled as 'not god awful', but I snuck some of my holey sweats in before she got her hands on them.

I wrung out my hair as I always did and clipped it up into a French twist. I used my favorite strawberry scented lotion from the body shop and went to slide my ring on from where I left it on the sink, but it wasn't there. My heart jumped into my chest. It was Edward's mother's ring! I left it right on the counter and…oh my god I was going to die. I wanted to die. My pulse went through the roof and I sat down Indian style on the carpet and placed my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands. I tried to imagine the worst possible scenarios. It could have fallen down the drain. I could have imagined putting it on the counter…NO. I knew I put it down, so that left the drain. I got up and looked at the sink. The drain looked wide enough so that I could fit my hand in it if I scrunched my fingers together tightly. I didn't know exactly where the drain led, because I didn't know anything about plumbing, but I didn't know what to expect.

I was about halfway to my elbow in the drain, and I felt nothing but water so far. I tried to slide my arm in further, but I couldn't get any further. I was just going to have to get over myself and tell Edward I lost the ring.

I was trying to get my arm out of the drain, but I couldn't. It was ledged too deep into the drain for me to easily remove my arm, I was stuck in a sink.

Just. My. Luck.

I sat there for about 5 minutes debating on whether or not it would be okay for me to just sleep in the bathroom and wait for someone to find me. I final worked up enough nerve to shout for help.

"Edward! Someone?" I yelled, though I figured he could hear me from any point in the house.

In a flash he was in the bathroom, along with Emmett. "Love, what are you doing?" He asked, and I just broke down, seeing him look at me with a worried expression, clearly in a loving manner.

I looked back and fourth between him and Emmett and started crying. "Oh, Edward I'm so sorry! I took off my ring and put it on the sink, but when I got out of the shower it wasn't there, and I know I left it there and I tried to find it, and then I thought it might be in the drain so I stuck my hand down the pipe and I got my hand stuck in the drain! I'm so sorry that ring's been in your family for generations and now I lost it!" I just couldn't stop because the word vomit was clouding my coherent thoughts.

"HAH! We got her Edward, man, I didn't mean it to get this funny, but oh man I'm good!" Emmett laughed at me and turned to high five Edward.

"Oh, no, I didn't have anything to do with this. Love, it's okay, we'll get your arm out." He looked like he was holding back laughter, while I was on the verge of completely losing it.

"What?"

"Emmett stole the ring from you to make you freak, I didn't know anything about it though, I swear."

I took another look at him and sighed. "It's okay, you can laugh. It's kind of maybe a little funny." I sighed. I heard Edward's laugh poor into the room like water behind a broken dam.

It was hours later when Edward decided it was time to show me the bed. What I saw was horrifying.

It was a beautiful king sized bed. It had a golden metal roses on a vein wrapped around metal bars and the bedspread was white with lace covering the entire sheet. It was big, beautiful and expensive.

"Edward you have to return this." I turned to face him.

"Why? You don't like it?" He asked, stroking a rose.

"No, I love it, but it's way too much." I motioned to the bed which took up about 1/3 of the room.

"Don't be ridiculous Bella, what's mine is yours, so technically you bought this yourself."

"Well, there's where you're wrong, I would have never bought anything this intricate and expensive," I said in contradiction to his explanation.

"Well, I won't return this, I simply refuse," He stated, crossing his arms.

"Fine," I said crossing my own arms. I stripped the bed of the blankets and pillows and settled them on the couch. Without another word I slipped onto the couch and waited for sleep to find me. I was only vaguely aware of Edward humming my lullaby in my ear as I slipped under into unconsciousness.

"Don't touch her!" Rosalie was screaming, holding something away from me that I couldn't see.

"Why not?" I asked, furious. I was clenching my fists so that I wouldn't hit something, which surprised me because I'm not usually a very violet person.

"You'll hurt her! Emmett take her away!" Emmett didn't come closer, instead he tried to take whatever Rose was hiding in her arms.

"Give her to Bella," He commanded.

"Rosalie furiously shook her head. I was begging to get angry, but right before Rose was going to show me what she'd been concealing I awoke.

"Who is it that you won't hurt, love?" Edward asked, amused.

"No one." I noticed I was in the bed, not the couch where I had fallen asleep.

A/N: Okay, so that was basically a filler chapter, but I'm getting too close to the climax of the story and we only have about 10 chapters done. This story is now officially over 110 pages! Gahh I'm so happy. I love baby rooms, but I have no internet right now because when I was writing the power was out, and I didn't have time to go back and re-work all the shopping parts. Also, although this may not be a 'turning point' it is still hinting away. What do you think the dreams mean? They mean something-I know the author and she said so. Hahahhaha...anways... I hope this was good enough for a review.

If you don't review, I'll be forced to let Bella end up with Jacob and have Embry imprint on BB, and you all know how weird that is.

Thank you very very very much to my Beta Beta Reader! She's awesome.