A/N: I do not own Twilight or any of its characters.

Chapter 28 - Happy birthday Part 1

"Okay. You're ready." Alice chirped finally and I sighed in relief.

She was torturing me for almost two hours, curling my hair and doing my make-up, painting my nails and toes soft pink color and making me change my clothes at least five times before she'd finally found the perfect combination of clothes, unable to foresee anything about me. In the past few hours I'd had a hard time remembering why I let her doing this to me.

"Isn't she beautiful?" she clapped her hands and grinned, looking at my husband, who sat in the corner of our tiny bathroom, where Alice banished him to stay.

He chuckled quietly, amusement danced in his gorgeous topaz eyes, which never left me ever since we'd stepped into the cottage and Alice had dragged me into the bathroom.

"She's always beautiful." he beamed at me and I blushed.

"Yeah, yeah." Alice waved her tiny hand, rolling her eyes.

"We have to go now. " I stood up and straighten my maternity shirt.

"Wait! Wait!" Alice bounced up and down then rushed out of the room for a very short moment, returning with a big box back in her tiny hands. "Here." She held it out to us. It was wrapped in a beautiful, fancy paper.

"What is it?" I asked, looking at her confused. Edward only shook his head and chuckled quietly.

"Your birthday present to Angela, of course." she explained like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Exactly what you planned to ask Edward to buy."

"What?" I gasped. "I thought you couldn't see my future."

"I can't." she frowned. "But I can see your husband's if he's not with you. This morning I saw him driving to Seattle to buy that beautiful, green and white, floral patterned blanket in the mall. I was already there, so I bought it. Saving a trip to my dear brother." she grinned.

"Thanks, Alice." Edward and I said in unison.

She giggled. "Okay. Have a good time." she kissed my cheek then Edward's softly and danced out of the room with a huge, toothy grin on her pixie face.

"Let's go, beautiful." Edward said and grabbed my hand, intertwinning our fingers.

I sighed happily at the contact as the familiar electric current buzzed between us.

"You're really stunning, love. Alice outdid herself this time." he whispered softly into my ear as he helped me out of the Volvo in front of Angela's house ten minutes later.

"Thanks." I mumbled, blushing again.

I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face into his chest, inhaling his sweet honey-like scent deeply. It was more intense, richer than I'd ever smelt before. I couldn't stop the soft moan that escaped from my mouth.

"I'll miss you." I mumbled into his shirt.

"I'll miss you too." he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer.

I felt his marble lips brushing against my hair softly. Suddenly a wave of panic shot through me, I didn't want him to be away from me. I didn't want him to leave me.

"Only three short hours and we'll be together again." he murmured in a gentle tone.

It should have calmed me, but it didn't. In the past few months we'd barely left each other's side, except a very few times when Alice or his brothers had forced us or Edward had had to go to hunt. We'd spent every second of every day together and this three long hours that I had to spend without him frightened me to my very core, though I didn't understand why, I'd already spent some time without him this morning. Maybe it was because of my pregnancy hormones. My fingers gripped his shirt tightly and I whimpered, snuggling closer to him.

"Shh, my Bella." Edward hushed me gently and stroked my hair. "It's okay. It will pass so quickly, you won't even notice it. And you can spend some alone time with Angela. I know you want it, she's your best human friend and you miss her."

He was right, of course, I did miss Angela. She was a good person, nothing like Jessica or Lauren. She was really my friend. And I did want to spend some time with her. This was the last time I could be with her.

"Okay." I sighed and pulled away from him to look into his eyes. "Are you sure this party is a good idea? With Jessica, Lauren and Mike and others?"

"This is why you are so frightened?" he asked, resting his forehead against mine.

"Well, maybe." I nodded. "A part of me. I don't want a repeat of what happened in the mall. And I don't want you to have a hard time because of their shallow minds and irritating thoughts." I caressed his face. "And another part of me just can't stand being away from you."

"Don't worry about me, honey. I'll be okay." he smiled slightly. "And this won't be a repeat of the mall incident. If anybody just thinks something bad about you or our baby, or wants to hurt you..."

His smile disappeared and his eyes darkened dangerously.

"There's something more." I continued quickly, trying to distract him. "They are all outsiders who knew nothing about our secrets, and the world we live in. They are all humans and I am not, well, at least not completely anymore. What if they notice that something's different with me?"

"They won't." he shook his head. "You still look human. But I have to say that in a way you do look different, Bella." he smiled. "You've never been so beautiful than you are right now, with our baby growing under your heart. You're glowing, love. That is something that surely everybody will notice. And it's not something to be ashamed of."

He hugged me close to him and just held me for a few minutes. His hands rubbed my back gently.

"I have to go now." I pulled away sighing. "What will you do until the party?" I murmured, unable to let him go.

He smiled and took my hands. "I will count down the seconds until I can have you in my arms again and miss you terribly."

"No." I shook my head, giggling softly. "Seriously. Will you go home? Or visit the others?" I asked, looking up at him angelicly. I felt if I knew where would he be I could cope for a few short hours without him.

"I thought I would go for a quick hunt. Somewhere nearby." he said.

I nodded. "Okay. Just hurry back. Don't leave me alone with those sharks."

He threw his head back and laughed freely. Hearing his beautiful, trilling voice and seeing him so happy and carefree made me smile. I pressed my face to his chest, wrapping my arms around him again.

"Don't worry. I would never do that." he said very seriously, though there was a hint of mischief in his voice.

I chuckled.

"I love you so much." I mumbled into his shirt quietly, trying to inhale as much of his honey-like scent as I could.

"I love you too, sweetheart." he pressed a loving kiss onto the top of my head, my temple then my forehead.

After a very short minute I sighed again. "I really have to go now."

"Yeah." he nodded.

I pulled away unwillingly and looked up at his beautiful face. He bent down and pressed his cool lips against mine. He kissed me deeply, pushing his tongue into my mouth and I couldn't help but moan at the taste of him, so sweet and spicy and cool. My fingers tangled automatically into his soft, bronze curls, pulling him closer to me.

"Go, love." he pushed me towards the house after one last gentle peck.

"Will you bring Angela's gift when you return? I'd like us to give it to her together."

"Of course, love." he caressed my cheek softly.

I walked slowly to the front door then turned back toward him. I watched as he got in the car and started the engine. He smiled at me and mouthed 'I love you' before pulled out of Angela's driveway and disappeared down the road.

I sighed and turned back toward the door with heavy heart. But my momentary sadness vanished as soon as Angela opened it and I saw her happy smile.

"Hi Bella." she said and hugged me warmly. "Come in. I'm so glad you're here finally."

"Hey Angela. Happy birthday." I smiled back at her and followed her into the living room.

"Thanks. I thought that maybe you changed your mind or something." she chuckled softly.

"Oh no." I shook my head. "It's just hard to stop Alice when she plays Bella Barbie, you know." I shrugged, smiling. "So? Where to start?"

"Well, it appears that Ben wants to do everything." she admitted shyly. "He forbid me to go anywhere near the decoration or the food. I'm surprised he actually let me go to the supermarket this morning." she let out a small chuckle and I couldn't help but smile. "And the same goes for you too. He said we had nothing to do but sit and talk until the other guests arrive. He's happy you could come."

"I'm happy too." I smiled. "Where is he right now, by the way?"

"He's very excited. Maybe more than me. He's in the garden right now, fixing everything up. He's planning to give a barbecue party."

"A barbecue party?" I asked, my eyes lit up at the idea.

She sat down on the couch and I sat beside her, resting my hands on my stomach, drawing soothing patterns on it, trying to calm my baby, who became quite active in the last few minutes.

"Yes." she nodded. "It was Ben's idea. It was a last minute decision. But I like it. It will be fun." She chuckled, shaking her head slightly.

It was so good to see her so happy. She and Ben were a really cute couple.

"I just hope the others will like it too." she added.

"I remember when Renee, my mother tried to give a barbecue party to her friends once. I was ten then." I smiled at the memory. "Well, it was disastrous. She's an adventurous cook, but she's not very good at cooking at all. Sooo... You can imagine what it was like."

"Yeah. I can." she smiled. "But I think it didn't make her sad or discourage her."

"No, not at all." I laughed.

"I guessed so. She has a bubbly personality."

"Sure. Sometimes I feel like I was the mother and she was my child. But I wouldn't have it any other way."

I gasped as the baby gave me a strong kick. It was the strongest of all yet, though it wasn't really painful, only a bit uncomfortable. And well, it took me by surprise.

"Bella? Are you okay?" Angela asked anxiously.

"Yeah." I nodded, smiling. "He or she is just really restless now."

Angela chuckled. "I bet your mother is really excited about her first grandchild. She seemed really happy for you and Edward on your wedding day."

I froze for a moment. This cought me off guard. What could I answer to that? I wanted to tell my mother so badly that soon she would be a grandmother, that Edward and me were expecting our beautiful miracle. But I couldn't. I could not tell her because it would put her life in danger. My pregnancy was far from normal. How could I explain to her the way my baby was growing? Faster than a normal, human baby should. Or its special gift, its amazing shield? Though probably it wouldn't work on her, just like it didn't work on Edward or Esme. How could I explain all the changes that had already happened to me and still would in the near future as I was slowly turning from a fragile, plain mortal to an indestructible, beautiful immortal. How could I involve her into my world, especially after what had happened to my father.

He'd become a part of the supernatural world, even if he hadn't known about it. He'd got into the middle of a war between two supernatural species. It didn't matter that a treaty had bound them, that it'd forbidden them to hurt each other, they'd been still natural enemies, designed to kill each other. But more than that they'd been two males fighting for the same female. And though Edward was a perfect gentleman, he'd been still first and foremost a vampire, following his instincts and defending his territory, his mate, while Jacob had been only an angry, stubborn kid, ruled by his animalistic side, ready to do anything and everything to destroy Edward, to take his mate away from him, even though he'd not imprinted on her. And in the end my father had paid for Jacob's wrong, selfish decisions with his life, a very high price. I couldn't let it happen to my mother. I had to keep her as far away from all of this as possible, I had to protect her, even if it meant that I had to lose her.

Now I could understand Edward more than ever. I could understand why he'd made that decision after my disastrous birthday party last September and walked out of my life, giving up our love and future together and his own happiness as well. I could understand why he'd had to try to give me a chance to live a normal, human life with a loving husband and children and grandchildren.

But I didn't know what would be the best way to step out of my mother's life. I hadn't thought about it much yet, neither had talked about it with Edward or our family. These past few months had been just too busy. Should we fake my death and let her believe that her only daughter was dead? Or should we let her know about the existence of our baby and let her meet him or her a few times? But later we'd still have to fake both of our deaths. It would be even worse for her, to lose her daughter and grandchild at once. It wouldn't be fair. Charlie's death had broken her, a part of her that had still loved him had died with him. Would she be able to cope with her only daughter's and her grandchild's death too? I was sure it would be too much for her. Maybe I should just simply distance myself from her more and more, then someday stop talking to her completely. She had her own life now with Phil, he would help her cope with my absence.

I felt my head spin. What would be the right choice? This was definitely a problem that should be solved very soon.

I sighed and closed my eyes.

"Bella? Is everything okay?" Angela's anxious voice pulled me back to reality. She put her hand gently on my arm, it felt somehow a little bit warmer than before.

"Yeah." I looked up at her and tried to smile.

"Are you sure?" she asked. "You seem so sad suddenly. Is everything okay... with you and your mom?" she added hesitantly.

"Yes." I nodded. "Everything's okay. She just copes with Charlie's death with difficulty. And I'm worried about her. That's all." I lied, feeling my cheeks heating up.

Well, to tell the truth, it wasn't a lie after all. Renee hadn't been completely herself in the past few months. Her emails and phone calls weren't as cheerful as before and Phil was worried about her too. But I knew that she would be okay. She just needed some time to mourn for Charlie. For her first love.

"And you? How do you cope with it?" Angela asked softly, warily, obviously trying not to hurt me with this topic.

"I'm okay." I answered firmly.

And I really was okay. The absence of my father still pained me. I would always miss him and would regret forever that I'd lost so much time with him, that he hadn't been the one who'd walked me down the aisle on my wedding day, and couldn't see me to start my life with Edward. But I'd learnt to accept his death. I'd found my peace. And he would never be completely dead. A part of him would live inside me and in his grandchild forever. I would never forget him or stop loving him. He would always have a special space in my heart.

"Are you?" Angela's soft voice interrupted my train of thoughts again.

"Yes, I am." I smiled at her and nodded. "Edward and his family help me a lot. I'm not alone. And now with our baby under my heart, I simply can't be unhappy. Though I miss my father terribly on every single day and wish he could meet his grandchild and could have been on my wedding and given me away. But he couldn't. I treasure every single memory of him and will never forget him."

She nodded and smiled.

"I was worried about you a little, you know." she admitted after a few moments of silence. "On the funeral you seemed so broken. And then Mike just upset you further. I was glad that Edward put him into his place. But then..."

She paused and looked down.

"Then?" I asked, my voice was barely louder than a whisper.

She blushed slightly as she continued. "I'm sorry but I saw that you had an argument with an older Quileute man."

My breath hitched. My mind flashed back to that memory, trying to recall what she might have heard.

"I didn't hear anything." she added quickly, blushing further, probably sensing my discomfort about this topic. "But it was quite obvious that you two were argueing about something. I know you're a strong person, but I was worried that it would be too much for you then."

I sighed. "It was Billy Black. He was my father's best friend."

"Black? As in Jacob Black's father or something?" she asked.

I sighed again and nodded.

"Oh."

"He didn't really... agree with my... choice." I said. "He still doesn't."

"Your choice to be with Edward?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"And he thought that that was the best time to talk to you about it? On your father's funeral and right in front of Edward?" she sounded slightly shocked.

I hated lying to her, though it wasn't technically a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth either. This was the only normal side of this situation. This was the only thing I could tell her and it felt good to talk at least about a part of it with a friend.

"It's really complicated." I murmured. "Especially after what Jacob did."

"What did he do?" she asked.

"He and Edward don't really like each other." I began.

"It's an understatement, I think." she chuckled. "Mike talked a lot about their heated arguement in the parking lot. He said they almost got into a fight."

I rolled my eyes, remembering that incident and Mike's little bet after it all too well.

"Jacob tried to convince me that I was in love with him and that he was a much better choice than Edward. And he tried to prove his point by kissing me without my permission, because he thought this was what I wanted, only I was too stubborn to admit it."

I shuddered at the memory. It was still hard to forget how had Jacob forced himself at me, not even noticing my protest, or rather mistaking it for my nonexistent love and lust for him. I remembered my boiling anger and how he'd laughed at it arrogantly, so sure of himself. Then the anger had faded and nothing had left but the crushing pain that only Edward could've eased. The only man whose thouch I desired, my husband, the father of my only child, my Edward. I remembered that first night; his gentle touches, his passionate kisses, every sigh, moan and growl that had left his lips, his loving words... How could I love and want anyone else but him?

I ran my fingers along my belly, feeling our baby moving around, and smiled. Our baby... The thought still sent a shiver down my spine, it was still so unbelievable.

"He kissed you?" Angela asked surprised, her eyes widened.

I looked up at her and nodded. "And I punched him in the face and managed to injure my hand." I admitted, blushing.

"Wow." she breathed, the corner of her lips twitched.

"Yeah." I laughed. "Wow. Indeed."

"And how did Edward react? Did they fight?"

"No, they did not fight." I shook my head and shuddered at the thought. "Though Edward was beyond furious. And Jacob's behaviour didn't really help the situation. He acted very smug and tried to provoke him further, to provoke a fight, still trying to prove to me how better choice would he be. But he failed fortunately. Edward has an amazing self-control and he's more mature than Jacob. It's hard to take a rise out of him, especially when I'm around. His first priority is always me, no matter what."

Angela smiled. "That's for sure."

"I don't think Jacob understood at all how wrong was what he did... He still doesn't." I added.

She shook her head in disbelief. "And you? How did you feel about it?"

I wrapped my arms around my belly and bit my bottom lip. "I was angry too. Jacob has never been a huge fan of Edward, especially after he returned. He was angry with me that I took him back so easily. And he was also jealous, I think. But we managed to stay friends. Even Edward accepted it after all, though he didn't like Jacob either. But this was what I wanted and he simply couldn't deny it from me.

"I tried to ease their stubborn hatred for each other and force them together. And managed to hurt all of us in the process. I was selfish. I wanted my love and my best friend as well. But it was just... impossible.

"Jacob tried to convince me many times that Edward was not the right choice, that he would only hurt me again. We argued a lot about it. But I always forgave him, every time his words hurt me. But this was just too much. He crossed a line that he should have never crossed. Later my anger faded, but I was still pretty upset. He was my best friend and meant so much to me, yet I couldn't find in myself to forgive him. Not this, not then, not ever. It felt like some kind of violance and I felt that I couldn't be his friend anymore. Not when he forced himself on me like this and couldn't accept my feelings and my choice. I'll always be grateful to him for the time we spent together when I was... when Edward was gone, but I feel that he's a completely different person that he was then."

"I never really understood him." Angela said thoughtfully. "I mean I can understand why he fell in love with you. You're a wonderful person." she smiled and I blushed. "But you and Edward are just perfect together. He absolutely adores you. I've never seen anyone else being so in love. Well, except maybe you." she chuckled. "And I don't really know him, but even I can see how much he's changed since he met you. I don't understand why Jacob wants to stand between you two. Or Mike, or Jessica, or anybody else for that matter. Why they want to break this special bond between you two."

"I don't know." I mumbled and sighed.

"Does Jacob know about your pregnancy?" she asked.

"No." I shook my head. "I try to stay away from him."

"Try?" she raised her eyebrow confused.

"Well, sometimes he just shows up out of thin air and tries to convince me again and again." I explained. "Edward and I think it's better if he doesn't know about it. He wasn't really happy about the new of our marriage either. I don't know how he would react if he found out about the baby, but I'd rather avoid it."

I shuddered again, remembering of Jacob's furious expression. The image of the giant russet wolf springing at Edward's throat had burnt into my new, perfect memory forever. I would do anything to protect my mate and my child as well.

"You know you can't keep it from him for long, don't you?" Angela asked. "It's a small town and if Jessica and Lauren knows about it..."

"Probably everybody else knows it already. I know." I nodded.

Angela smiled and changed the subject, much to my relief. I loved about her that she wasn't one to pry, she didn't ask something in the hope of finding out the biggest gossip of the century. She asked because she was a loving and caring person.

"And have you thought about names yet?" she asked cheerfully.

"Oh yes." I laughed and caressed my belly, just where my baby kicked. "I thought a lot about it. And Edward and I talked about it many times."

"And have you found the perfect ones yet?"

"Yes." I breathed, unable to keep the wide smile off my face at the thought of our beautiful child's possible names. "We've decided that if it's a boy, his name will be Anthony Charles Masen Cullen. And if it's a girl, her name will be Renesmee Elizabeth Masen Cullen."

I rubbed my belly proudly, feeling anxious to meet my little angel.

"Wow. Beautiful names." she smiled. "Though I've never heard Renesmee before. It's quite unique."

"It's very unique." I nodded again proudly. "It's the combination of our mothers' names. Renée and Esme put together."

"It's very special." she said, still smiling. "And where did Masen come from?"

"It's Edward's biological parents' name. Before Carlisle and Esme adopted him, his name was Edward Anthony Masen." I explained.

"Oh, I see."

Just then Ben appeared suddenly in the living room, rushing toward the kitchen.

"Hi Bella. It's good to see you." he called, grinning widely, before he disappeared again.

"Wow." I giggled. "He's really excited."

"I said so." Angela sighed and couldn't hide her happy smile.


After another hour and a half everything were set up to Angela's birthday party, though Ben couldn't have finished in time so we had to help in, after all.

I was really anxious to see Edward again and I guessed our baby was too. It didn't stop kicking and moving around ever since Edward had driven off a few hours ago.

"Bella? Are you alright?" Angela asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah." I nodded. "It's just the baby. It's still so tiny, but very active. Right now even more than usual. I think my little one is just missing its Daddy. It just loves when Edward rubs my belly or just simply touches it. His touch always sooths him or her."

She smiled but before she could say anything the doorbell rang and she walked off to greet her guests.

"Shh, baby." I rubbed my belly softly. "Daddy's going to be here in any minute."

I started to hum my lullaby, hoping it would calm my little angel a bit. Then I heard his voice, humming softly, quietly along with me and I turned my head toward the front door eagerly. But all I saw was Mike and Tyler shaking hands with Ben and hugging Angela. There was no sign of Edward, though I still heard his beautiful voice.

Before any of them could notice me, I slipped out of the room into the bathroom. I closed the door behind me and sat down on top of the toilet. I couldn't face with them. Not alone, with Edward's voice humming inside my head. It was like when he was gone and I put myself into danger time after time only to hear his voice again and pretend for a few blissful moment that he still cared about me and perhaps still loved me. It was like when I saw those men in Port Angeles after the movie with Jessica, or when I was riding the bike Jacob had repaired, or when I was standing on top of that cliff in La Push, ready to jump into the ice-cold water on that fateful day. It was Edward's voice, but without the anger and urgency in it. It was smooth, velvety, loving.

Suddenly I jumped, slightly startled by my phone which started to ring. I reached into my pocket to take it out and picked it up without looking at its screen.

"I'll be there in a few minutes. Don't move." Edward's smooth, velvety voice said worriedly.

"Edward." I breathed in relief, relaxing instantly.

"Yes, love. It's me." he murmured softly. "I'm on my way. I can hear your thoughts

now." a hint of pain colored his tone.

I cringed, remembering where my thoughts had wondered only a minute ago. He heard it, everything. I gasped for air, suddenly paniced that I unwillingly hurt the most important person in my life. I'd never wanted him to see those memories. I always tried to avoid thinking of that time of my life so carefully, so he'd never be able to even the tiniest memory of it.

"Edward, I..." my voice broke, my hands started to shake. I stood slowly and gripped the counter for support.

I love you, angel.

Edward's voice whispered inside my head again and again. The deep love and tenderness in his tone, and the way each single word fell from his lips, dripped with an almost religious devotion took my breath away. My vision became blur as my eyes filled with tears. I'd never heard him speak like this before. Only when he...

"Bella..." Edward breathed softly into the phone.

"You spoke those words to..."

"...our baby." he finished for me.

"Every night." I continued in awe. "You tell him or her this and hum my Lullaby to us before I fall asleep... It's not a delusion."

"No, it's not." he said and I knew he was smiling too, just like me.

"It's a memory. Our baby's memory of you." I looked down at my belly in disbelief, caressing it ever so softly. "How does he or she be able to do such thing? It's still so tiny."

"How can this tiny angel protect its beautiful mother with such powerful shield?" Edward pressed his lips to my ear suddenly and whispered into it, while his strong arms encircled my waist.

I felt his cold, hard chest pressing against my back tightly and his sweet scent filled my nose. Every fiber of my body was suddenly fully aware of his presence, I was complete again. He took my phone gently from my fingers, closed it and tugged it back into my pocket before rested his large hands on my belly, covering mine.

"Our child is gifted. More than we thought." Edward continued, still in a very low voice, which was full of fatherly pride.

"And likes to surprise its parents in the most unexpected moments." I added, smiling. "So what do you think what exactly is this? What our baby is doing?"

"Hmm... I would say it's somehow projecting its thoughts." he said thoughtfully. "At least it seems like that to me."

"Projecting its thoughts?" I turned around in his arms and looked up at him with wide eyes.

He smiled and nodded, tugging a lock of hair behind my ear.

"Well, it's definitely not something he or she inherited from me, I think." I couldn't help grinning up at him, feeling completely at ease now that he was here and we figured out what was going on.

"You think?" Edward teased, flashing me his crooked smile then leaned to press his lips to mine in a short, loving kiss. "After this party we have to talk to Carlisle." he added more seriously, but still smiling. "It's definitely something he should know and I want him to check up on you, just in case."

"Why?" I asked slightly confused.

"The baby grows in a very fast rate physically. We already know that. But it seems it's more developed mentally than it should." Edward explained. "I mean it has a size of about a twenty weeks old human fetus. But mentally, I'd say, it's like a fully grown one, or even older. I just want to make sure that everything is okay with both of you."

"Okay." I sighed. "But isn't he busy with his researching about Jacob?"

"Yes, he is." he nodded. "And I'm sure he does anything to help him, even though he doesn't deserve it. But his family always comes first. Especially his only grandchild and its precious mother." he grinned, just as our little angel decided to play my Lullaby again for me.

I chuckled and Edward took a tiny step back and looked down at my growing belly. His eyes shone with love and such tenderness as he dropped down on his knees and lifted my shirt ever so gently.

"Hey, baby." he said in a hushed tone, caressing my bare skin lovingly.

Our little one responded immediately to his voice and touch with a strong kick. Its little private show stopped immediately. I thought its full attention was on its father now.

"You managed to freak Mommy out quite well a few minutes ago." Edward continued as I tangled my fingers into his unruly bronze hair, playing with his silky locks. "Be a good baby and don't cause any more trouble tonight." he pressed his marble lips just below my belly button softly.

"I think our baby boy or girl missed Daddy very much." I chuckled quietly, feeling our little one moving around excitedly.

Edward smiled and nuzzled his face to my belly. He wrapped one of his arms around me tightly, pulling me closer.

Then a loud tap on the door made me jump in surprise. My heart started to race and I looked down at Edward paniced. He was on his feet in a second, hugging me.

"Shh. Calm down, love. It's only Angela." he murmured, rubbing my back soothingly.

"Bella? Is everything alright?" I heard Angela's soft but anxious voice.

"Tell her that you'll be out in a minute." Edward whispered.

"Yes. Of course. I'll be out in a minute." I called, my voice shook a little.

"It'll be better if I go now, then arrive officially too." he sighed, obviously not wanting to leave my side even for a minute.

"How did you come in without them noticing you?" I asked curiously.

"Through a second story window. It was opened. It was kind of nostalgic." he shrugged and flashed me a grin. "Nobody noticed me climb through it and slip into here."

I chuckled and leaned to kiss him.

"Wait a few minutes before you go out there again. Lauren and Jessica is here too." he kissed my forehead softly. "I won't let them hurt you." he added when I cringed hearing their names. "I'll be back very soon."

"Okay." I breathed as he pressed one last final kiss on my lips and disappered.