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I really can't believe how many reviews I've gotten for the last couple chapters begging me not to kill Bella, or give her some disease. Do you guys honestly think I could do that?! Lol. Never.

Anyway, so this chapter sets everything straight and puts everything out there. No more questions because the truth is revealed in this chapter. Promise (=

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Chapter 20 .. Bella

"What do you mean, not as much time as I think?" Edward turned to me and his mouth flew open. "Bella. Don't be crypt with me."

I turned and looked straight up at him.

How could I tell him I was pregnant?

The test had come out negative, but I knew better. I spent all day knowing better.

I was pregnant, and no test could tell me different. It was my body, and the more I pieced things together, the more I was sure.

I had thought back to what Alice had said, and tried to think back to the last time I had my period. Seven weeks ago. I remember because that's the week Edward and I spent in Phoenix.

Then I thought back to all the times I had gotten sick. I thought it might have been a stomach bug, but it came and went all the time. For the past month it's never been a constant thing. It came quick, then was over just as fast. It never lasted. Which meant I wasn't ill. I was nauseated.

And the dreams. The dreams explained so much. I thought it was just because I was afraid of what kind of mother I'd be. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized, it's just my mind trying to prepare me.

So maybe this was all just a little weird, but no matter what that test said, I was pregnant. I knew that much. I just needed the time to come out and realize it.

And now I had.

"Edward. I know the test said negative, but I just think we should do it again. The test, I mean." I was in such a rush to get everything out in one breath. "I just have this feeling that it was wrong. I mean Carlisle was right, I have all the signs. I'm sick, and I haven't had my period, and the dreams, and getting dizzy and it's all coming together Edward. I just think we should try another test. I know what you said earlier was true, and I know this is all just causing a lot of trouble and angst and all kinds of emotions, but.."

Suddenly, I felt his hands on my face and his lips against mine. They didn't linger long. And when he pulled away he looked deep into my eyes. "Breath."

I nodded and sucked in a rush of air, filling my burning lungs.

He chuckled and shook his head. "You should really try breathing between sentences Bells."

He was still calling me Bells. My heart soared once more and I felt a tingle train down my back. It was a simple nickname, nothing fancy, but it was the name Edward gave me when he couldn't say Isabella.

We were three, and Edward was looking for me, when all of a sudden he screams Bells! across the house. Every one ran to him, and when Carlisle entered the living room, carrying me in his arms, Edward smiled and tugged on my leg til Carlisle put me down.

It just kinda stuck.

"Edward, I need to know."

He nodded and turned forward in his seat. The he started the car back up and put it in drive. But instead of pulling out and heading straight, he made a u-turn and headed back the other way.

"What are you doing babe?" I reached over for his hand and he smiled at me.

"I'm taking you to find out."

I looked at the clock on the dash. "Edward, it's almost ten at night. We're fifteen minutes from home. Why are you turning around?"

"I want to know Bella, and I'm not gonna trust just anyone with my wife." He squeezed my hand and focused back on the road.

Just after midnight, we pulled up outside of the Cullen home and Edward parked the car around front.

He turned to look at me and smiled. "We're going to find out once and for all. Now can you do me a favor?"

I nodded, "Of course."

He leaned over and kissed my lips tenderly. Wrapping a hand around the back of my neck, he pulled me closer. His lips moved a bit harder, but never quicker. He kept it sweet and loving, but needy and wanted. I had to smile. This was too much.

He noticed my smile and pulled away slowly. "Promise me that anything I said earlier, you'll just forget."

Forget? Why would I do that?

"Why Edward?"

He shrugged. "I think I said it under the pretense you weren't pregnant. I was maybe trying to reassure you and comfort you. Let you know it was a good thing you weren't. But if you are Bella, I don't want you to think I won't be there." He gave me a small smile and gave me one more light kiss on the lips. "I love you. You know that."

I nodded, "Always."

His smile got bigger and he squeezed my hand before opening his door and climbing out of the car. He helped me out and we walked up to the front door. He unlocked the door, then shoved his keys back in his pocket.

We quietly walked up to the second floor. Edward was originally heading toward his parents room, in hopes that they were still awake, but when he saw the light on in Carlisle office, he stopped in his tracks and turned to face me. He cupped my face in his hands and smiled, then leaned forward and kissed me. "It's going to be OK Bella."

I nodded and followed him to the office door. He lightly tapped and Carlisle called out for him to enter. When he did, Carlisle didn't even both looking up.

Edward finally cleared his throat and Carlisles head shot up. "Edward, Bella, what are you doing here? You left hours ago." He stood up and walked around the desk, leaning against the opposite side. "Is everything OK?" He gave us a curious glance, then tilted his head to the side.

Edward didn't say anything, just looked at me. Like he wanted me to say something?

Well alright.

I turned to look at Carlisle and smiled. "I think we need some help."

He nodded and stepped forward. "Sure. What do you need help with?"

Finally Edward snapped out of his momentary daze and spoke up.

"Can you take Bella to the hospital?"

Carlisle crossed the room and put his hand on my shoulder. "Are you OK?"

I nodded and gave him a week smile. "I'm fine."

"OK, then why do you want to go to the hospital?" He looked between me and Edward and got more and more confused as the seconds past. "Does this have anything to do with how Bella was sick?"

Edward nodded again, "Yeah. Kind of. We think she may be, um, pregnant."

Carlisle sighed and nodded. "OK." Then turned around, closed down his computer and put some files away. He grabbed his coat off the coat rack and shrugged it on his shoulders. "Let's go." He smiled at me and ushered us out of the office.

"Should we wake mom?" Edward started down the stairs, holding me hand, and looked back at Carlisle.

He just shook his head. "We'll leave her a note. Let us figure this all out before we involve your mom."

Once outside, Edward opened the passenger door of Carlisles Mercedes and helped me in. Then shut the door and climbed in the back.

The drive to the hospital was, well, kinda awkward to say the least. Carlisle didn't really say anything, just drove.

When we got there, he checked in with the receptionist and asked for a empty room and a nurse to bring him some supplies. She happy obliged. Anyone around this town would do anything for Carlisle Cullen it seemed.

He led us to the second floor and unlocked the door to one of the empty rooms. He then handed me a gown and some slippers and asked me to change.

When I came out of the adjoining bathroom, Edward was sitting in a chair next to the bed, his head in his hands and Carlisle was talking to a female nurse. She smiled at me and exited the room quickly.

"She'll be right back. First, can I talk to you two?"

I nodded and sat down on the bed, pulling Edwards hand over onto my lap.

"Dad, I know. I know what you're going to say and I'm sorry. We didn't do this on purpose." Edward looked up at me, then at his father.

Carlisle nodded. "I know you didn't. I know you both are smarter than that. I just need to make sure, that if this comes out positive, you know exactly what this all entails." He pulled the stool up in front of me and rested a hand on my knee. "Do you know how hard this is going to be?"

I saw Edward nod out of the corner of my eye. "I know. We know." Then he looked at me and smiled. "I didn't think I'd be happy about this, but I think I am."

I nodded, but stayed quiet. I didn't really quite know what I was feeling yet.

"It's good for you to be happy Edward, but you're nineteen. Bella's eighteen. You guys just got married, and you're in college." Carlisle pursed his lips and sat back. "I'm trying to be your doctor Bella. Understand that."

I nodded, "I know. And we know it's going to be hard, but like Edward said, we didn't plan this. We thought we were being careful."

He shrugged. "Sometimes you have to be extra careful. But I know." He then smiled, "I guess I get to give you the same lecture we all gave you when you told us you were getting married, huh?"

I giggled a little and nodded. "I guess so."

"But then again, you guys know how tough life is, and I guess this is just another lesson."

Just then the nurse walked through the door, holding a plastic kit of some sort. Carlisle thanked her and said that would be all. She walked out and shut the door behind her.

Then Edward stood up. "Is there some other way we can do this?" He looked down at the kit in Carlisle hands and frowned.

"This will give the most accurate answer. Sorry Edward." Then Carlisle turned to me, "Sorry Bella."

That's when I saw what was going on. Carlisle pulled on his gloves and the pulled out a thick rubber band. When I saw the needle, I looked away and stuck out my arm.

"Just get it over with."

I heard a small chuckle and Edward clutched my hand. I felt Carlisle prep my arm, and when I heard the needle ripping out of the package, I shut my eyes.

When the needle touched my arm, I squeezed Edwards hand, heard a small 'sorry' from Carlisle and then felt the needle enter my arm.

It only took a couple seconds to get the amount of blood he needed, but apparently, that was a couple seconds too many for me, because the next thing I knew I was waking up on the hospital bed. I felt Edwards hand in mine, so I squeezed lightly.

"Bella!" He stood up and hovered over me, smiling. "Are you OK?"

I nodded and tried to sit up. Edward helped pull me up and then swung my legs over the edge. "Where's Carlisle?"

Edward sat down next to me and wrapped an arm around me. "He just left. He said you passed out."

I looked up at him and sighed. "I'm sorry."

He smiled at me and shook his head. "Don't be sorry love." Then he laid me down and cuddled me into his chest. "He said we had a couple hours before we'd know."

I nodded and wrapped my arms around Edwards waist. Looking around the small room brought back a lot of memories.

Like the time I was in one of them on Christmas. Or the summer I was twelve and broke my leg. And the time Edward was so sick he had to be admitted into the hospital. I spent everyday of that week right next to him, much to every one's dismay. We were thirteen, and my father was none too happy with me wanting to spend every waking moment with Edward. There was also the time I had fell and bumped my head when I was seven.

"What are you thinking about?" Edward lightly kissed my forehead and brushed a strand of hair from my eyes.

I smiled, "All the times me and you have been in this hospital." I looked up and met his eyes. I watched him smile, and his eyes danced a little with his chuckle.

He propped himself up on his elbow and cupped my face in his hand. "Like the time I had to ride you here on my handlebars because you sliced your arm open real bad."

I nodded and remembered exactly what he was talking about.

"What about take you child to work day? Remember that?" I smiled at him and he nodded.

Every other year, Carlisle and Charlie would take turns taking me and Edward to work. Whoever didn't have me and Edward, had Alice and Emmett.

Flashback: Seven years old. Take your child to work day..

"Edward, what's this?" I picked up some gadget that was sitting on the shiny metal table in front of me and pointed it at him.

He smiled, "It's a pincher."

I scrunched my forehead and raised an eyebrow. "It's a what?"

He laughed and walked over to me, his white doctors coat dragging the ground, and the sleeves draping over his hands. He grabbed it from me and pulled it apart, then pushed it back together. "I said, it's a pincher. Put your finger in there."

I gave him a funny look and shook my head. "Not on your life buddy."

He smiled and stepped forward, grabbing my hand. "I won't hurt you Bells. Just give me your finger." He then took my finger and put it on one of the plates. Then he pushed it together gently. There was only a small pressure on my finger, then he let it go, pulling it back apart. "See? Pincher."

I giggled and shook my head, snatching my finger back. Then I turned back to the table and adjusted my step-a-scope. I stood up on my tip toes to see the back of the table, and reached for something else. "OK, well what's this?" I pulled out a long skinny tool and gave it to Edward.

He examined it for a moment and smiled. "That's easy, it's a, um," He twisted it around in his hands and creased his forehead. "It's a, um.."

"You don't have a clue do you?"

He lightly huffed and shook his head. "No, but it looks fun."

I smiled and nodded, then took it from him. "OK, next." I searched the table of things until I found something else interesting. I grabbed it, then turned around. "What's this?"

He smiled, "OK, I know this one." He reached out and took it from me. "It's a ear poker." He put it up to my ear and poked it inside.

I jumped back and put my hand over my ear. "I don't like that."

He just smiled and stepped forward. "Come here Bells. I told you I won't hurt you." He held his free hand out and I took it, moving back to the table. He stuck the tool back in my ear and smiled at me. "See?"

I smiled and nodded. "Hey, it's my turn." I hoped away, putting the ear poker back and grabbing a flat popsicle stick. "What's this?"

Edward rolled his eyes. "Bells, it's a popsicle stick."

I nodded, "I know that! But why doesn't it have a popsicle on it?" Then I brought it to my nose. "It doesn't even smell like a popsicle like my bird house does."

I had made a bird house out of popsicle sticks a couple weeks ago. Me and Edward sat there that day eating a whole box of popsicles just so we could have the sticks. Edwards mommy had a capiption, or whatever Emmett called it, and I had a brain freeze for a week, but the bird house was nice and colorful. And smelled really good. Very fruity.

"It does this." He took it from my and tried to stick it in my mouth, but I took it from him quickly.

"No, no, no." I turned it on him and put it in front of his mouth. "Open up. It's my turn."

He smiled and opened his mouth.

I pushed it in and just kinda held it there. After a couple seconds, I started biting my lip. "Um, OK?"

He started laughing and pulled his mouth away. "You're supposed to press on my tongue."

I nodded and pushed it down onto his tongue. "Now what?" He shrugged, and I pulled it back out and threw it on the counter. "How come I get the boring tool?!"

He just laughed and grabbed the step-a-scope around my neck. He put it over my ears and then grabbed the circle thing at the end. "Check my heart."

I nodded and pushed it to his chest, but didn't hear anything. I looked up at him and frowned. "Where's your heart Edward?"

He shrugged and chuckled. "It's gotta be in there somewhere. Or else I'm not alive." He started laughing, but I panicked.

I grabbed his hand and jerked him out of the room, and down the hallway. I finally got to the front desk and tapped on the top of the counter. The nurse had to stand up and peak over the counter to see me. "Can I help you Miss Isabella."

I nodded furiously. "I need Edwards daddy. Now!"

She nodded and picked up the phone on her desk, pressed a button, then started talking to someone.

When she hung up, she peaked back over the desk and smiled. "Mr. Cullen will be right with you dear."

I nodded and turned around to Edward, "I'm sorry. We'll find it. You won't die."

He nodded and pulled the step-a-scope from around my neck, and putting it on his ears. Then grabbed the circle thing and pressed it to his chest. His face furrowed up and he looked confused. "Bells, I can't find it. Does it even make a noise?"

I shrugged and grabbed the circle from him. I looked into it, then tapped it, "Is this thing on?"

Edward yanked it off his ears and threw it on the ground. "Ow! Bells, that hurt!"

I grimaced. "Sorry Edward." Then I reached back down and picked it up. "So, obviously it's on..?"

He nodded just as his dad came around the corner, smiling. I ran up to him and started jumping at his feet. "I think I killed Edward. I can't find his heart. Is he going to die?!"

Edward dad smiled at me and shook his head, taking the step-a-scope from my hand and placing it gently on my ears. "No Isabella. Let me show you."

I nodded and walked over to Edward. His dad grabbed the circle and pressed it to the other side of Edwards chest. A steady bump bump bump was in my ears. I smiled and crushed myself to Edward, "You're alive! I didn't kill you!"

Edwards dad just laughed at us and led us back to the play room. The room we were supposed to be in, but had wandered away from about an hour ago.

Flash forward: Four Years Later.

"Bella! Don't die on me!" Edward rushed across the bed and climbed up next to me. He put his hands on my chest and started pressing down, then letting up, then pressing again. After a couple times, he pressed his ear to my chest. "Bells!" He started the compressions again. "Stay with me best friend, stay with me!" He pressed his ear to my chest again and then came back up. He did a couple more compressions, then hoped off the bed. He ran to the other side of the room and shuffled through the basket Carlisle gave us to play with.

After the year before last, he learned that if he didn't want us playing with anything important, he should at least give us something to keep us occupied.

Finally Edward pulled out two blocks. He ran back to the bed and hoped up again. He got on his knees next to me and looked down. "OK Bells, I'm gonna save you."

He rubbed the blocked together and then pulled them apart. He then placed them against my chest and made a buzzing noise. Then pressed down quickly and pulled back up almost immediately. "Clear!"

He pulled back up and looked down at me once more. When I didn't move, he repeated his actions. He rubbed them together and pressed them to my chest again. "Clear!"

I couldn't take anymore. I pushed him off of me and started laughing. "Why are you yelling at me?!"

He chuckled and climbed to the end of the bed. Then he shrugged and crossed his legs under him. "I don't know. That's what they were doing on TV last night."

I laughed and sat up in front of him. "OK, my turn to be the doctor."

He smiled and nodded, hoping off the bed and helping me off. He shrugged off his coat and handed it to me. "Here."

I stuck my arms out behind me and he slid it up and onto my shoulders. I thanked him and pushed him out the door.

After only a minute or two, he knocked on the door. I smiled and skipped over, opening it and letting him back inside. "Hello there Mr. Cullen. What can I do for you today?"

He smiled and walked over to the bed, leaning against it. "I have a pain in my hand. Can you help me."

I rolled my eyes and pointed to the name tag on the jacket. "Well, duh, I am a doctor."

He laughed and nodded, "OK."

I walked over and grabbed the clip board off the end of the bed. I grabbed the pencil and wrote on the blank sheet of paper.

"Full name?"

He smiled. "Edward Anthony Cullen."

I cleared my throat and peaked up at him through my eyelashes.

He just groaned and nodded. "OK, Edward Anthony Masen Cullen."

I nodded and smiled. "Thank you. Now what hurts?"

"My hand." He waved it in front of me and smiled.

I wrote that under his name, then looked up. "OK, well, let me check it out." I put down the clipboard and walked over to him, gently grabbing his arm. "This one?"

He nodded and faked a pained face.

"Does it hurt?" I gently squeezed and then let it go. He nodded and I walked to the other side of the room, to the counter to grab a couple paper towels and some tape. Then I walked back to Edward and set the stuff down. "Let me fix it."

I grabbed one of the paper towels and wrapped it around his hand, then taped the ends so it would stay. I wrapped one more around it, a little tighter, and taped that too. Once he was all wrapped up, I stepped back and smiled. "Better?"

He shook his head. "It still hurts."

I bit my bottom lip and raised an eyebrow. "Well, what do you want me to do?"

He smiled his crooked grin and lowered his face. "Well, whenever I get hurt, my mom kisses it and makes it better."

I shook my head. "That only works on little kids Edward. I'm not a little kid, and neither are you." I stood up and stepped back, smiling at him.

He shrugged. "Why don't you try it. See if it works. I'll let you know." He winked at me and I giggled. Always the ladies man.

"Alright, fine." I stepped forward, took his hand and placed a kiss on his palm, then turned it around and placed another one on his knuckles. I looked back up at him as I pulled my lips away and smiled. "Better Mr. Cullen?"

He laughed and nodded. "Much."

Flash forward: Four years later.

"OK, on the count of three."

I nodded and placed my hand on the wheel.

"One."

I leaned forward a little.

"Two."

I looked over and smiled and he smiled his signature grin back.

"Three!"

I started to move, but found that I couldn't budge. When I looked over at Edward, he hadn't moved either. He had a confused look on his face until he looked behind us, then he turned straight forward in his seat and swallowed hard.

I looked behind us and saw a very angry looking Carlisle. "How many times do I have to tell you two. This is not a playground."

I nodded and gave him my best apology smile. "Sorry?"

He sighed and let go of the chair. "Put these away and if I see them out again, you're going home."

I nodded and climbed out of the wheel chair, then watched Edward do the same. He mumbled a quick apology and helped me push the chairs back to the storage room.

When we were out of sight, Edward burst out laughing and I just had to join. He pushed the chairs into the room and pulled the door shut, then turned to face me, still laughing. "Well, it was fun while it lasted."

I nodded, "Wheel chair racing should be a sport."

Needless to say, we weren't really allowed to go back for take your child to work day anymore. Apparentely it was too hard to clean the scuff marks off the hallway floors.

"I remember almost everyday we spent in this hospital." Edward kissed my forehead and smiled down at me. "Even though I try to forget the painful memories."

I nodded.

I didn't even realize it, but I must have fallen asleep because a couple hours later I woke up to a gentle rubbing on my arm. I looked over my shoulder and saw Carlisle smiling down at me. "I have your results Bella."

I immediately sat up, startling Edward a bit. He shot up next to me and wrapped an arm around me. "You OK Bella?"

I nodded and smiled. "Ready to find out?"

His eyes grew wide and he nodded, then leaned forward and kissed me.

We moved to the side of the bed and dangled our feet off as Carlisle pulled his stool back. He held a big manila envelope in his hand. When he looked up at us, he was smiling, but that didn't really tell me anything. That smile could mean either or.

The Edward turned to me. "Which ever way this goes Isabella, know one thing." He took my hand in one of his, and put the other on the side of my face. He pulled me closer and faced me toward him. "Know I love you. With all my heart. You know that will never change. I'll love you forever, and if it's time for us to have a baby, it's time. But that won't change anything between us. We'll still be the best of friends, and I'll still be here. Every second, of every day, I'll be right here. Alright?"

I nodded. "I know Edward."

He smiled, "Good." Then he turned to Carlisle. "Well?"

Carlisle smiled and opened the envelope. "Do you want to read the results yourself?"

Edward nodded and stuck his hand out for the paper. "Please?"

Carlisle handed the paper over and sat back down.

I kept my eyes off the paper. I wanted Edward to tell me.

This was the moment that would forever change everything I knew.

"Bella." Edward whispered my name, then looked at me.

This was the moment that would forever change anything we were accustomed to.

This was the moment my subconscious had been waiting for.

"I can't believe this." Edward smiled and wrapped an arm around me.

This was the moment I'd remember for the rest of my life.

"You're pregnant."

So?! Was it perfect, or what?

I really really love this chapter. I think it's because of all the flashbacks and cuteness between a young Edward and Bella.

But to set a couple things straight. Capiption = Canniption: A fit of hysterical excitement or anger. Just to clear that up in case no one got it. And Step-a-scope = Stethoscope. And he pinched her with a clamp.

So, are you happy she's pregnant?

Don't forget to review. I need my daily fix !! (=