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Sorry for the delay. But this might quite possibly be my favorite chapter. To fully enjoy it, please listen to the songs entitled "Lullaby", one by The Mitch Hansen Band and another by The Spill Canvas. They totally make me cry. Look for EPOV for this chapter next. :D

Oh, and BTW, the quote from the previous chapter comes from Chuck Palahniuk's novel Invisible Monsters. Weird, but true, hehehe.

Thanks for all the awesome reviews. Read on!

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BPOV

I drove out to Edward's house very slowly in my truck. My stomach was barely two inches away from the steering wheel. Even though I was safely strapped in, it would probably be the last time I could drive myself around. I was a little more than six months pregnant, and huge.

The last time I'd been to the doctor, everything was fine. The baby was healthy, and it was still a girl. I had him check again; I heard a few stories from a few of Renée's friends who had friends that had been told they were having boys and the babies turned out to be girls or vice-versa. I was taking no chances. Rosalie was already going crazy with pink baby outfits and all the trimmings.

I found the turnoff lined with arching trees and drove straight until I came upon the Cullen house. As soon as he heard my truck's rumbling, Edward was out the front door. He had promised to help me write a final paper, editing and such.

He waited for me to shut off the engine before he opened the cab door and pulled me out carefully. I sighed gratefully; the baby was making me feel enormously heavy and more clumsy than usual. Edward took my backpack and practically led me up the porch steps and through the front hall. I let him—there was no use arguing anymore. It felt nice to be taken care of.

Esme was grading papers on the dining room table, an antique she had restored herself. She stood up to greet me, with a kiss on the cheek and a pat on the belly. She was helping Rosalie redecorate my bedroom, and was nearly as thrilled as Renée with the idea of a grandchild, if only vicariously.

We cleared some space on the table and I pulled my laptop out of my backpack. I fell into the nearest chair, which Edward held out for me. While I waited for it to log on, Edward badgered me about names for the baby.

"Too bad it isn't a boy. I still think Edward would have been a great choice."

"Thank God it's a girl," I laughed. "One Edward is plenty."

We spent the rest of the afternoon writing. I insisted on making a handwritten rough draft first—I couldn't focus my ideas otherwise. Edward pretended to be annoyed, claiming he would have to type it for me and therefore needed a legible copy. While I wrote longhand, Esme and Edward fixed a platter of fruit for me. I made him eat at least half of it.

The day passed in a blur. When Edward finally typed the last word on my laptop, I glanced at my watch. It was nearly seven-thirty. I heard what could only be Carlisle's car pull up the driveway.

"It's late, I should go. They're probably waiting for me at home." I began picking up the mess of papers, shutting off my computer at the same time.

"Bella, why don't you stay for dinner?" Esme suggested.

"Oh, I couldn't. Really, it's enough that you put up with me here, when I'm constantly stealing Edward away from you," I said apologetically, blushing pink.

"I'm not anywhere I don't want to be," Edward interjected. "Come on, stay. I owe you, I'm always raiding your fridge."

I raised one eyebrow at him, and he grinned. "I'll take that as a yes."

Carlisle walked through the door then, and after saying hello also reiterated Esme's invitation. I gave in, and asked Esme what I could do to help.

"No, Bella, please sit. You're our guest." She flashed her beautiful dimpled smile at Edward and me. When I made for the kitchen despite her words, Edward steered me back to the chair and threatened to strap me down. He and Esme went off to the kitchen, leaving me to Carlisle's conversation.

I was finally allowed to shred lettuce and toss a salad. The four of us sat to dinner; amidst the easy banter and the laughter, time flew. For dessert, we moved to the living room. Chatting all the while, I polished off a tiny slice of cake. I helped Esme clear the dishes, but she wouldn't let me help her wash them. Edward made me sit on the couch again, ignoring my mutterings about his pushiness.

I sat talking to Carlisle and Edward about my plans to graduate early. I felt my eyelids get heavier and heavier, but could do nothing about it. I figured Edward might drive me back and I'd get my truck later. Mid-sentence, I drifted off; somewhere in my sleep-soaked state I waited for Edward to shake me awake and tell me I was home.

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I woke up with a start in a darkened room. The bed beneath me was too soft, plush with down feathers. I could feel the texture beneath my hands as I propped myself up, trying to scan the darkness for something familiar. Then I recognized the shape of the windows, how they took up the entire wall to my right. I was still at Edward's. Disoriented, I tried to reach for a lamp and called out.

"Edward?"

The light suddenly came on, blinding me. Edward was sitting on a rocking chair next to the bed. He looked startled himself.

"What? Is something wrong?" Catching the confused look on my face, he remembered how strange this situation would seem to me. "I'm sorry, you just conked out. We didn't want to wake you. It's a long drive." Edward smiled sheepishly. "Esme called Renée and explained. She asked if you could just stay over."

"Oh. Okay." I rubbed my eyes. Then I pictured how my hair must look. I tried to comb it with my fingers. Some coherency returned while I tamed my hair and Edward watched. "So… why are you here? I mean, besides the obvious," I flushed, "it's your house, but… don't you have your own bedroom? You need the guest room as well?" I teased sleepily.

"Um, well…" Edward glanced at his shoes when suddenly, I gasped.

My eyes went wide, and my hands flew to my belly in shock.

"Are you okay? What is it? Does anything hurt?" He was alert, worried. He stood up and half-reached towards me, unsure.

She was kicking. I could feel her moving, my shock mingling with wonder. A smile peeked at the corners of my mouth.

"She's moving," I said softly. "She's kicking me… very hard."

"Really?" I watched Edward's reaction change from concern to surprise. He came over and sat on the edge of the bed in the dim lamplight.

"Here, feel it." I took his hand and placed it on my belly. A second later, the baby gave another series of flurried kicks.

Edward gazed at my stomach in a helpless sort of wonder that mirrored my own. He trailed his fingers gently over it, waiting for her to move again.

We didn't say anything for a long time. We just sat there together, spellbound.