Disclaimer: The Cullens are all biologically related. So, they all came from the same place (aka Esme's chamber of secrets). As weird as it looks, Rosalie and Jasper are Cullens. They will never be Hales. All the Cullen kids are Cullens.

Also, Edward's birthday is in September (Sept. 4th, to be exact) in this fanfic because I felt like changing it. Sorry bout it.

Author's Note: Okay, lovelies. I know I said I wouldn't update, but I had to. I really, really did. So, here is the next chapter, inspired by "Be Calm" and "Carry On" both by the band Fun. Also, "Scheiße" by Lady Gaga inspired this, but "Scheiße" (pronounced "shiza") is German for the word "shit." And I was like, no way is gonna take this fanfic down because a chapter name is a foreign translation for "shit" so yeah. Here is "Be Calm :: Carry On :: Scheiße."

Be Calm :: Carry On (:: Scheiße)

The school year left as fast as it came. Finals, graduation, senior prom. Done. I wasn't allowed to participate in any of the fun senior activities like prom, though, because of my suspension, but I really couldn't have cared less. I wouldn't even have a date.

Time passed lethargically. Edward continued to go out, I stayed home bored, and I hadn't heard a word from my friends. They really knew how to surprise a person.

It happened on a nice July morning (I was on my fourteenth week of pregnancy and everything was going fine), and I'd taken the time to go to Charlie's house to retrieve more of my items. I was glad he hadn't confiscated my house key.

I had the radio cranked up—loudly and obnoxiously—as I took my time packing and gathering my things together. I didn't want to leave anything behind. My Friday morning was somewhat enjoyable as I rediscovered old things in my closet and listened to songs that I wasn't sick of yet.

I must have totally missed the front door opening and three people entering the house.

I was halfway done when I heard a knock on my open bedroom door. I turned and saw Kelly, Carlie, and Lucy—my three best friends from Phoenix—standing at my door.

Before I could say anything, Kelly smirked and said, "I thought you knew better than to lock your door. You're lucky a serial killer didn't get you first."

I could have burst into laughter—or tears—as I got up and hugged my friends. It was strange in a way, but they smelled the same. They felt the same. They were the same. Hadn't changed a bit (minus minor hair modifications). I was glad I hadn't affected them, too.

"So should I take you out to lunch or call the police for breaking and entering?" I asked as the four of us sat in my living room. I'd totally put my packing on hold.

"Lunch, please," Carlie said. "I didn't fly up here to be arrested. At least, not on the first day."

I laughed, and stress was immediately taken off my shoulders. "What are you guys even doing here?" I asked my friends.

"It was my idea," Lucy shrilled, in her ever-so-Lucy way. "We haven't seen you since Christmas."

"How did you even find me here?" I asked.

"I asked around," Carlie said. "Lucy didn't want to. It took a while to find your place, though. Now tell me, Swan, is there anything fun to do here?"

"Fun meaning, including hot guys?" I asked for clarification.

Carlie laughed. "Of course."

"Yes, then. La Push is full of hot guys," I told her. "Trust me."

"What the fuck is La Push?" Kelly snickered. "A new form of constipation?"

"Hey, I heard the beaches are there are nice," Lucy defended.

"No, Kelly," I laughed. "And Lucy's right. The beaches are gorgeous."

"I think we should go," Carlie said.

"You have a boyfriend," Kelly reminded Carlie.

"Shush."

"I hope one of you has a rental car," I said, "because my truck isn't going to get the four of us anywhere."

"Oh, that piece of crap in the driveway?" Carlie asked. "I knew it was the right house when I saw it."

"Hey, don't hate the truck," I told Carlie.

"It wasn't that bad, Carlie," Lucy said. "I think it's sort of cute."

"And that's why I love Lucy so much," I sighed. "She doesn't judge me."

Lucy hugged me. "I know."

"Ah, shut up," Carlie said, standing up. "Let's go to La Push. I'll drive."

"Nope," Kelly said as she stood up. "I've got the keys, and you'd get us into a car accident."

"Shotgun," I called. I stood up and playfully punched Carlie in the arm. "Kel's right."

"Wow, I'm surprised none of you said anything about me being pregnant," I said as we all sat in Kelly's rental car. Kelly was putting the address of a La Push restaurant into the GPS.

And there was silence.

"You guys thought I was just getting fat, right?" I asked.

"Would you like me to be honest or would you like me to lie?" Lucy asked from behind me.

"Honesty, please."

"I thought you were pregnant," she said, "but I didn't want to say anything in case you were getting fat."

"Same here," Kelly said. She finally finished typing into the GPS. "God, I feel bad for you, though."

"Yeah, I know," I said.

"What are you going to do?" Kelly asked thoughtfully as she backed out of the driveway.

Ugh, I hoped this wouldn't ruin things. "I was going to choose adoption," I admitted, "but I think I'm going to keep it."

"It's the Jacob guy's kid, right?" Carlie asked.

"No, it's my first boyfriend's."

"Didn't you say he's a dick?" Kelly asked.

"I did," I clarified, "but he came back and… I guess people change?"

"Right, right."

"It's takes over half an hour to get to La Push?" Carlie asked. "Damn."

"It'll be worth it, though," Lucy said.

"Exactly," I agreed. I just hoped I wouldn't see anyone I knew there.

We caught up over lunch. Desert Vista High's graduation had gone smoothly, the senior prom had been crazy, and people hadn't changed. My friends made sure not to mention Benjamin.

Benjamin had been my best friend in Phoenix. Or maybe he'd been more than that. He'd been a totally confidant to me. My better half completely. We'd totally understood each other. The only problems were that we'd both smoked weed, all the time, and I'd been afraid to admit to myself that I loved him. But I did. I'd loved him, and I still did. Thankfully, I was able to let go of him after his death. Driving a sports car under the influence wasn't one of his best decisions.

And here I was, thinking about him when I'd vowed to myself not to. I had problems. At least Carlie, Lucy, and Kelly knew not to mention him, though.

"You know," Carlie said, after sipping her iced tea dramatically, "I want to meet this guy, the one that knocked you up."

I snickered. Nobody wanted to meet Edward. "Why?" I asked.

Carlie batted her eyelashes. "He must be pretty damn special if he was able to get into your panties and work his magic."

Lucy and Kelly giggled.

"Oh yes, Carlie," I said sarcastically. "He's the most perfect person in the world. I have crazily high standards, of course."

"Aww, hon, I didn't mean that! Really, though, I want to meet him. He sounds pretty damn important, and you said people change." Carlie's face was sincere.

"Fine," I said. "You can meet him tonight."

"What's his name?" Kelly asked.

"Edward. Edward Cullen."

"Ooh, Edward Cullen," Lucy repeated. "Sounds dapper."

"Ha," I said. "You'll see."

I managed to go to La Push and back without accidentally seeing anybody I knew, even at the beach. It wasn't hot enough to really do anything there, but it was still enjoyable.

"How's Washington weather treating you?" I asked them as I drove to the Cullens' house (it was still hard to consider it as my home now).

"It's a fuckload cooler than Phoenix," Carlie said. "I like it."

"Yeah," Kelly said, "it's nice."

"Is it supposed to get any hotter this week?" Lucy asked.

"I don't think so," I replied. "This is as hot as it's going to get. Hey, how long will you guys be here?"

"We're leaving on Monday," Lucy declared.

"Only they're going back to Phoenix and I'm going to New York," Kelly added.

"New York?" I asked, confused.

"I'll be visiting family," Kelly clarified. "And I'm going for my own personal happiness, anyway."

"Take me with you," Lucy groaned. "I don't want to do college crap."

"University of Phoenix, right?" I guessed.

"Yes," my friends responded at the same time.

I started pulling into the driveway of the Cullens' house.

"Wow," Lucy said, emphasizing the word. "Nice house. Your boyfriend lives here?"

"Yeah," I replied ruefully. "I do, too. Charlie kicked me out."

"Damn," Kelly interjected. "At least Edward's family is generous."

"I know."

We got out of the car and I led the way to the front door. I unlocked it and turned to my friends. "If it's a mess, sorry. Edward's a dumb-ass."

I opened the door. "Ta-da!" I exclaimed. "Boring, right?"

"God, no," Kelly said, looking around the living room. "It's gorgeous. They're art freaks, aren't they?"

"No, actually," I remarked. "But Edward's mom is an interior designer. She likes to keep things nice and organized."

"I can tell," Carlie said. "This house is awesome."

"It is," Lucy agreed.

I wondered where Edward was. His car was even in the driveway.

Almost on cue—almost like he could read my mind, too—I heard someone walking downstairs. I looked over at the staircase and saw Edward, in shorts and a t-shirt, making his way downstairs and into the living room. His facial expression was less than pleased.

"Hey, babe," I greeted him as he walked over next to me.

"Hey," he murmured. He gestured to my friends. "And who are these people?"

"Edward, these are my friends, from Phoenix. Kelly, Lucy, Carlie, this is Edward."

Kelly shook Edward's hand. "I'm Kelly. It's nice to meet you."

Lucy shook his hand's next. "My name's Lucy."

Carlie shook his hand last and said, "Call me Carlie. I've heard about you."

"And what, exactly, have you heard about me?" Edward asked. His eyebrows were furrowed.

Carlie smiled devilishly. "Things. Anyway, congratulations on the baby. I wish you two the best."

"Thanks," Edward replied warily.

He claimed to have been doing something, and then he went upstairs.

Carlie burst into laughter the second he was upstairs. "Oh my days," she sighed, "he seems like a dick, no offense, Bella."

"None taken," I said. "You were, like, really messing with him."

"He hasn't seen me messing with him yet," Carlie told me. "Believe me, things can get worse."

"She's right," Lucy added.

"Yeah," Kelly said, "she knows how to fuck with people."

"God, I missed you guys," I said.

"I don't care what you have to say, but I'm going to take you guys out tonight," I said. "All this shit's running through my head and I really don't care anymore."

We were in my friends' hotel room, and they were getting ready to go out to dinner and a movie. It was my treat; I was glad I had some money saved up.

"Really? Whatever we'd like?" Lucy asked as she fixed the strap of her heel.

"Of course."

Kelly's iPhone continued to blast Lady Gaga, whom she was still obsessed with. I didn't particularly care for Lady Gaga, but it seemed like Kelly was trying to change that.

Carlie was the first to be done getting ready. "What movie do you want to see?" she asked me.

"I don't know, it's your choice," I reminded her. "What's out?"

"I don't know, shit like Charlie St. Cloud and Dinner for Schmucks. And some other movie's been in theaters forever now."

"Which movie?" Kelly asked.

"The Twilight Saga: Eclipse or some title like that."

"What the fuck is that?" I asked. I'd never even heard of that movie.

Carlie shrugged. "I don't even know, and I don't want to."

It was amazing how my friends hadn't changed a bit. I loved that. I felt strong with my friends. I wished I could be strong without them, but that wouldn't happen. I knew that I'd feel alone again as soon as they left, but I tried to not think of that now. Maybe I could pick up on their strength.

Dinner was fine, and we ended up retreating back to their hotel room to watch DVDs instead. Nobody had the patience for a Zac Efron drama, a Steve Carrell comedy, or some movie about solar eclipses or whatever the fuck it was about.

The rest of their time there passed quickly—too quickly. Before I knew it, I was hugging them goodbye at the airport. Lucy and Carlie went back to Phoenix, and Kelly went to New York. I felt even more away from them. It was nice to know that they still cared about me, though. They were the best friends I could even have.

And before I knew it, I felt even more alone than I had before they visited. Maybe I needed to move back to Phoenix.

Edward must have felt alone, too, though, because a while after I had company, he had company as well. It was at the end of August, and I really wasn't expecting him to have family over.

Edward was at the store and I was stuck at home watching TV when I heard the front door unlocking. I thought it was Edward, so I went to the door, but it turned out, it wasn't.

The front door swung open, and I was surprised.

She was definitely a Cullen. The green eyes, the jaw line, the nose, everything. And she was exactly how Edward had described her to me. Her golden blonde hair also gave it all away.

This was Rosalie Cullen, of course. Edward's older sister. She had to have been twenty or twenty-one now.

I had only seen her in old family photos. She'd had pigtails, she been a little gap-toothed, and she really seemed to love all her siblings. She seemed protective over them.

But I had never seen this Rosalie before.

She set her Louis Vuitton suitcase down on the steps and ran a hand through her long, golden blonde hair. Did she have to look like a supermodel?

"Hello," she greeted me with a warm smile, standing in the doorframe. "You're Bella, right?"

I nodded and smiled. "That's me. And you're Rosalie?"

"Of course I am. Aren't you going to let me into my own former house?" she asked. Well.

"Oh. Right." I moved, and she walked into the house, rolling her suitcase in with her.

"Oh my God, this place hasn't changed at all," Rosalie said in admiration of the living room.

I sat down on the couch. "Does Esme know you're here?"

Rosalie turned to me. "She doesn't. Edward wanted me, Jasper, and Emmett to surprise her. I knew I'd be first. Speaking of which, where is Edward?"

"The store. He'll be back soon."

"Is Alice even here?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

I shook my head. "She's at a friend's. It's just you and me."

"And your baby," she added.

I nodded slowly.

Rosalie sat down next to me on the couch, crossed her legs, and sighed. "My brother told me a couple of times that he had a girlfriend; he never once told me he knocked her up."

"Yes…?"

"Tell him to keep it in his pants, okay? I shouldn't have to be an aunt at the age of twenty."

"Okay."

If the rest of Edward's siblings are this bold, I may have to move out.

Edward came home later, and he had the rest of his siblings with him. Like with Rosalie, I'd never seen Jasper in person before; only in photos. Jasper was as tall as Edward, and he was Rosalie's twin, of course. They weren't identical, but they both had golden blonde hair, green eyes, and striking features.

Emmett didn't look like Rosalie and Jasper, or Edward, though. Emmett had short black hair, and he tall and burly. He had to have been made of muscle. Emmett hadn't changed that much since the last time I'd seen him. I'd gone to school with him for a semester. I knew how he acted, and he still acted that way, even now.

I saw Alice every single day, but I paid more attention to her now. She was tiny. Even shorter than me. Her jet black bob had grown out to her shoulders, and she looked so much older. Crazy how I was just noticing this now.

I suddenly felt jealous as I saw the siblings all hugging each other and laughing and talking. It was then that I wished I wasn't an only child.

"You're a giant," Edward told Emmett. Emmett laughed, and it was easily one of the most booming laughs I'd ever heard.

It was all like it was a scene in a movie. These people were so close. Or they had been, before they were ripped apart by the divorce.

I'd learned that Emmett was nineteen, and Rosalie and Jasper were twenty. Emmett went to school in Southern California, Jasper went to school in New Hampshire, and Rosalie went to school in New York.

Edward introduced me to Emmett and Jasper, and they were courteous. Well, Jasper was. The first thing Emmett said to me was, "Whoa, are you pregnant?" His eyes were wide open like it was the craziest, most mind-boggling thing ever.

"Dumb-ass," Edward muttered.

"I'm just making sure," Emmett said.

"It's fine," I said. "And yeah, I am."

Emmett punched Edward in the shoulder. "Goddamn, Edward. Keep it in your pants!"

Edward rolled his eyes. "We need to do something for Mom," he said, changing the subject.

"Do something?" Alice asked. "Like what?"

"We should cook dinner for her," Rosalie said. "She'd love that."

"She doesn't get home until way later, though," Edward said.

"She'd still like dinner," Jasper said.

"See, baby brother?" Rosalie asked Edward. "She'd like it."

Edward's face wasn't amused. "What makes you think you can always call me your baby brother?" he questioned.

"Because I can," Rosalie said.

"Are we going to make dinner or not?" Alice asked. "I can't stand here forever."

"We are," Emmett said. "Is there even any food here?"

"I don't know. Why don't you check?" Alice asked him.

"Jeez, Alice." Emmett had a semi-scared look on his face.

"There's no food," Edward said. "We're gonna have to order pizza or something."

"Does Mom like pizza?" Emmett looked so confused.

"Yes, she likes pizza," Alice said.

"Or does she like Chinese food?" Rosalie wondered.

"Does she?" Jasper asked.

"I don't even know," Edward said, shrugging his shoulders. "But she likes pizza."

"I just had pizza," Emmett said.

"Nobody cares if you just had pizza," Rosalie said. "This is about Mom."

"Okay, would you like a trophy for Daughter of the Year?" Emmett asked her.

"Put it in the mail before the end of the week," Rosalie replied with a smirk.

"But does she like pizza?" Jasper asked.

"Yes, she likes pizza," Alice said.

"Everybody likes pizza," Edward added.

"So we'll get pizza," Jasper said.

"No, we should get something fancier. How about Italian?" Alice asked.

"Pizza is Italian," Emmett said.

"It's not Italian-Italian," Edward said.

"What's Italian-Italian?"

"Like, ravioli or some shit."

"Does she like Mexican food?" Rosalie asked.

"There aren't any Mexicans in Forks, dumb-ass," Emmett said.

Jasper face-palmed. Alice groaned. Edward rolled his eyes.

"That's not the point," Rosalie said. "I think Port Angeles has a Mexican restaurant."

"Mom would not want to go out to dinner," Alice pointed out. "Do you know how much she works? She'll be exhausted."

"Then we'll make her something," Rosalie decided.

"Yeah, let's just make something," Jasper agreed.

"But we have no food!" Edward exclaimed.

"Then we'll go to the store and get food," Emmett said.

"Fine," Alice said. "I'm driving Emmett's car."

"I'll drive the other car, then," Edward said. "I'm not putting six of us in one car." He turned to me. "Do you wanna go, Bella?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

"So we'll need two cars," Alice said. "Let's go."

After spending an hour at the grocery store trying to decide on what to make Esme for dinner, we ended up all pitching in to make spaghetti. When Esme got home, she was so surprised and happy to have her (grown up) kids home.

She was less ecstatic after trying the food, though. It honestly didn't taste that good, but it was the most that college and high school kids could do. It's not like they cooked often.

"The spaghetti was okay," Esme commented later that night. "Really, though, I wouldn't have minded if you guys had just ordered pizza."

Half of us groaned and half of us laughed.

Edward's siblings had been in the house for two days when I was already being driven up the wall. It was exciting, and they made me feel like one of them, but it was so overwhelming. Five different personalities to deal with at once was a lot.

I got some time to myself when I went to the doctor's office for an ultrasound. My pregnancy was still going fine, and when I had my ultrasound, I discovered that Edward and I would be having a girl. I was thrilled, to say the least.

Edward was less than thrilled, though, when I told him. He complained for three minutes straight on how much he wanted a boy. It was annoying.

"It's not like we can do anything," I told him. "Deal with it."

"Make me," he said. "Go ahead, try."

I rolled my eyes. "You need to grow up. Anyway, do you want to hear what name I was thinking of?"

"Sure."

"I was thinking about playing around with our mothers' names, and I came up with the name Renesmee."

Edward's face was priceless. Totally priceless. His mouth hung open and he stared at me like I was crazy.

"Edward?" I asked. "You okay?"

"I'm fine," he said. "…But what the fuck is a Renesmee?"

So that name didn't work out well with him.

We later settled on the name Vanessa. I didn't come up with a middle name yet, though.

So far, so good.

A/N: And that's the twenty-fifth chapter, lovelies! Review it maybe? Now I shall return in September. Holy crap, in a week and one day this fanfic will be turning one year old. :O It feels like I started yesterday. Lol kidding. It feels like I've been on this for a long-ass time, which I have. I got the idea in May of 2011 and didn't start publishing until September of 2011. Not it's almost been a year, and we're more than halfway through. Whoop whoop!

I'll see you beautiful faces - erhm, avatars - in September.

With so much adoration for you guys,

MusicTwilightLove. xoxo