Disclaimer: Hello ladies and possibly gentlemen! Okay so I have to write this stupid paper for English, and it's driving me crazy, we have to use a formula, and everything. And hopefully you can tell by the way I write that I'm not very good writing with structure. I like writing with one word paragraphs, and all that. I'm absolutely terrible at structured writing. I write the last chapter before the first and do middles before beginnings. I'm really weird like that. Anyway I need a random word- um, how about . . . labor, as in going into. Hint, hint. I don't own Twilight.

Sorry it's been so long, tests, friends, life. Mine is kind of busy and messy, but anyway, this is about the second to last chapter. I'm still debating on wether or not to make into a trilogy. I don't know if I should or not? Suggestions?

Enjoy!

Chapter 19

Damaged Goods

I was watching T.V. on a large red couch with a very large bag of peanut M and M's and a jug of Hersheys Syrup resting on my eight months grown stomach. Emmett was sitting on a love seat a few feet away reading the sprots section. Every so often he would laugh at one of the stats one of the lesser players had earned.

Ever since the incident four months ago my family had established a body guard system, Edward was with me almost all the time, except when he went hunting. Which is currently where he was, which meant that until he got back I was stuck with my big burly brother-in-law.

I only humored them because I knew they meant well. Although I drew the line when Emmett wanted to drag a cot into mine and Edward's bedroom. Oh that and almost following me into the bathroom evertime I have to pee, which now is almost every five seconds.

Emmett was now cracking up at a steroids article, because he couldn't figure out why people needed drugs to be good at sports. I threw a peanut M and M at him. He gave me a withering stare, which I gave right back to him.

Just then my cellphone rang. It was the ringtone Edward had given himself, it was Sexy Back, which I found extremely wierd, I mean who like Just Timberlake anymore let alone his actual songs? Although he and Cameron Diaz seem to be getting plenty friendly these days. And then there was that thing with Britney Spears. God Hollywood people are so weird. But anyway I answered the phone.

"Edward tell your brother to stop laughing like a horse. It's annoying me." I say calmly into to the phone.

"Yeah well please tell your wife to stop eating total crap. It's bad for the babies. They'll get fat and lose all their selfesteem," Emmet seemed satisfied that he had said something smart went back to his article.

I humped and started throwing M and M's at him one by one while retorting, "Oh thank you for you opinion Dr. Phil. Anything else I'm not doing right? You want to try lugging around a set of twins and engorged breasts?"

A look of disgust passed across Emmet's face as he held up th magazine to sheild himself from the hail of junk food flying his way. "I don't think so."

"BELLA!" I heard my husband scream from over the phone.

"Oh hi honey." I said turning instantly sweet and smiling into the phone. I turned the page of the magazine I was reading, "What's up?"

"Just calling to check in," he retorted I could hear the rushing of the river from in the phone and had to hold it farther away from my over sesitive ears.

I scoffed, "Okay, well heres the in, I'm a fat pregnant lady with an over bearing husband who's idea of fun is staring at me. And whose brothers, sisters, and parents insist on accompanying him on his downward spiral. I mean I can so take care of myself. I killed freaky pale guy did I not?"

Edward snorted, "Yeah almost getting yourself killed in the process."

"I resent that statement. I highly doubt our children are that satanic. I'm sure they had some sort of plan to protect mommy," again I flipped the page of my magazine. Emmet had gone back to his own as well.

Edward snorted again, "Yes because our past experiences with vampires, higher powers, and fire have been so well in the past." I heard a fierce growl that could only belong to Alice and then a yelp.

I winced, "Please tell Alice that it's rude to play with her food, also quite disgusting when the thing isn't quite dead yet. And by the way I also basically klled Connor. And James was when I was human. You can't blame me for that one."

"I'm not blaming you for anything Isabella." Edward said in a gently voice.

I sighed and pinned a strand of my wispy hair behind my ear, "I know, I know. I'm just being hormonal. Besides I'm like a blimp and I miss you."

"You are hardly a blimp Bella," he said and I knew he was smiling.

"Yeah you only say that because it pleases you that I have become damaged goods," I said with a smile. It actually made me happy as well that almost every man I talked to didn't just stare at my breasts anymore.

"Sorry dear can't lie to you, I'm loving it," he said over the phone, I could tell he was smilining condescendingly.

"Regardless," I said through gritted teeth, "do not patronize me Edward, the exact reason you called here was to check up on me. I find it a little insulting that you think I can't even be left alone for a day without getting into trouble-" but before I could finish my sentece there was a horrendous pain, and I felt the wetness seap though my pants. And I let out a scream, the pain was so unbearable.

Emmet was by my side in a second, asking me what was wrong, and Edward was screaimg over the phone, I gritted my teeth and tried not to throw everything in this room against the wall.

I pulled the phone to my ear and spoke in agonized voice, "Edward . . . Edward . . . put . . . put Carlisle on the . . . on the phone."

"Bella," he said in a truly scared voice, "what's going on?"

"Edward, damn it! Now," I said as another contraction hit me. And I let out another scream, by now Emmet had figured out was going on and was carrying me to the car, bridal style. Grabbing my bag in the process.

"Isabella what's going on. What's the matter?" I heard Carlisle say on the phone, in a startled voice.

"It's happening. Right. Now. Carlisle. Get. . . get h-here . . . please. I n-need him . . . here. I can't. . . I can't do this . . . without him." And then the worse contraction yet hit me, and I let out such a scream, that Emmet almost dropped me, and I dropped the phone. It shattered as it hit the asphalt.

And then there were two.

I was going into premature labor, and the only doctor who could deliver my babies, along with my husband was hundreds of miles away.

Well the luck of Bella Cullen strikes again.

Yes I'm an evil satanic devil. I love doing this. It's so much fun to piss you guys off. Because then you review and yell at me. And if you don't I take forever to update. And that makes you review even more. I love being a writer.

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