A/N: Sorry peeps. I'm losing steam with this story. Sad days, but it's time. I promise to stick it out 'til the end though. There will be 4 more regular chapters and an epilogue. Thanks to all of you for sticking it out with me and my massive update fail. Me love you long time. As always, thanks to my betas, LovinRob and DannysMom.

Bella

"Fuck my life." I grumble as I drag my ass to the bathroom while cupping my boobs.

"Where is my Wardo when I need him?" I whine because I could really use a back massage.

Edward is on day 4 of a 5 day stay at the firehouse. I fucking hate when he has to do these long stints. Thankfully a stay this long only happens once every four or five months. When I reach the bathroom I grab my Excedrin Back and Body and pop two of them into my mouth. I lean down and take a swig from the faucet to wash them down. I've noticed as I get older that my periods royally fuck me over. I never had problems with cramping or anything when I was younger. Now though, my boobs hurt like a mofo for days before hand, my face breaks out really bad and I have horrible backaches. I'm lucky in that they only last three or four days with only one day of heavy bleeding. Thank fuck for that or me and Mother Nature were going to have to have a little talk.

I crank the water in the shower to hot and strip down while I wait for it to heat up. As I look in the mirror, I notice this time that my face is still clear. Maybe I'm turning a corner again. I shrug and step into the shower.

Since I feel like shit I pull on my loose denim cutoffs and one of Edward's v necks. I have my annual OB/GYN appointment today. I make a mental note to ask Dr. Hale if there is anything I can do about this shit, maybe a new kind of birth control or something.

The drive is short and soon I'm reading a Parents magazine. Well, reading is being generous, I'm skimming through. I stop and read an article about Ants on a Log and their health benefits. I haven't had that treat in quite sometime and decide that a trip to the grocery store on the way home is definitely in order. I start writing a list in my head. Peanut butter, raisens, celery, apple juice, nutella, graham crackers, bananas, whipped cream, fudgesicles...

Damn. I'm usually craving salty shit during my period. What the hell is up with all the sweet stuff?

"Isabella Masen." The nurse calls, breaking me out of my thoughts.

"Here." I say, raising my hand as if the nurse is doing roll call. I roll my eyes at my spaticness and the nurse snickers at me.

"Let's have you get on the scale, Isabella." Kate, the nurse, tells me.

"Do we have too? I'm a bloated mess today. And it's just Bella, by the way." I grumble as I step onto the scale.

"118." She announces as she makes a note in her chart.

"118! No fucking way!" I screech.

I clamp my hand over my mouth at the horrified gasp coming from the heavily pregnant mother with her two kids standing at the counter next to me.

"Sorry." I mumbled behind my hand. Who the fuck brings their kids to their vagina doctor anyway?

"I have never been over 115 in my life and that's fat for me." I tell Kate.

"Well, you did say you were bloated so maybe it's just a bit of water weight." Kate says, shrugging.

"Yeah. Maybe." I grumble and follow Kate down the hall to room 4 where she proceeds to take my temperature and blood pressure and all the other typical bullshit.

"When was your last menstrual cycle, Bella?" She asks me.

I hate this question. I never keep track of the damn dates. You'd think after so many years of being asked that I would learn to start writing that shit down or something.

"Ummm... I'm not real sure. Sometime in early October I think. I guess around the first week or so." I say, trying to think of anything significant that happened around that time that would jog my memory.

"Well, in that case your cycle would be late. Any chance you could be pregnant?"

I just stare at her with my mouth flopping around like a fish.

"Oh. OH! No. No way. I'm on birth control. It's only like what, a few days. Too soon. Yeah. No. No way. I take my pill religiously. No."

"Actually it's about 2 weeks late and birth control is not 100% effective." Kate says. "I'd like to do a pregnancy test just to be sure, ok?"

"If you insist, but I'm telling you, there is no way I'm pregnant."

"Well, better to be safe than sorry. Bathroom is down the hall, cups are in the little basket and the instructions for a clean catch sample are on the wall. Just put the sample inside the little metal door when you're done." Kate says, smiling. "And I'm sure you know the drill. Clothes off and put the very fashionable gown on, open to the front."

I trudge down to the bathroom and proceed to take care of business. I'm on autopilot. I'm nervous and excited all at once and it's making my tummy ache. I unconsciously rub my lower abdomen and smile, wondering if there is a little piece of me and Edward growing in there. Edward. Oh god! How will he react? I mean, there is never a perfect time to have kids, but if there was, now would surely be it. We are stable in our relationship and our careers. We are 30 and 31 years old. Yes, this could be a good thing.

I practically bounce back to my room, excited now for the results. Now that I think about it, maybe that's why my face hasn't broken out and maybe that's why I'm craving sweet instead of salty.

A soft knock on the door brings me back to earth and a petite woman with wavy, dirty blonde hair enters the room.

"Hi Isabella, I'm Dr. Hale. It's nice to meet you."

"It's just Bella, and nice to meet you as well."

"So, it seems congratulations are in order." Dr. Hale says, smiling.

"I'm pregnant?" I ask.

"The test came back positive. It was pretty weak so I'll assume you're only a few weeks along."

"Holy shit." I say, clapping my palm on my forehead. "My husband has some serious swimmers."

Dr. Hale laughs and asks me if I'd be available to come in the next day for an ultrasound to verify how far along I am and give me a due date. I'm still in shock I think and just nod my head dumbly. She sends me on my way after that since we don't have to do the normal papsmear afterall.

I contemplate driving out to see Edward but decide to wait until I know for sure what's going on. I head home and spend the rest of the day in a daze. By the end of the night I'm so hyped up about this that I can barely sleep. I toss and turn all night and by the time 6:30 rolls around I'm ready to drive to the doctors office and pace in front of their door until my appointment at 9:15. I don't though. I lie in bed and imagine what our kid will look like, a baby girl with bronze curls and green eyes or a baby boy with dark hair and dark eyes or the other way around. I finally get out of bed and decide to be productive. I vacuum the whole apartment. Twice. I wash the handful of dishes by hand. I fold the pile of clothes out of the laundry basket we use as our dresser slash closet since we both loathe putting clean clothes away. I paint my toes with my new Strawberry Margarita OPI nail polish and I love it so much that I paint my stubby fingernails as well. I shower and dress in my denim skirt and a grey wife beater and head out the door.

I check in at the OB/GYN's office and sit, crossing my legs and impatiently kick my flip flopped foot out. I cross and uncross my arms. I try to read a magazine. I huff and sigh because I swear to fuck they are intentionally making me suffer by waiting this long. I mean, my appointment is scheduled for 9:15 and the clock currently reads 9:16. Jerks.

Two doors open at the same time.

"Isabella Masen."

"Bella?"

I hear this simultaneously. I look to the nurse at one door and see Alice at the other.

"Alice?" I ask.

"OMG! I have so much to tell you! Let's do lunch later? I'll get Rose. OMG! Oh, wait. Why are you here? I thought your appointment was yesterday?" She asks and I swear she didn't even take a breath.

"Just a follow up on something. We'll talk later. I'll meet you and Rose at your house at 11:00 and we can go to Va Bene, cool?" I tell her as I walk towards the nurse.

"'Kay. See you soon." She squeals as she skips out of the office.

"Isabella, I'm Maggie. I'll be performing your ultrasound today. Right in here." She says, ushering me into a dark room. "Go ahead and lay back. Pull your shirt up and unbutton your skirt for me.

I get comfy on the chair and do as she says. She warns me about the temp of the gel but I still squirm when I feel the cold liquid hit my skin. She explains what she's doing as she goes and suddenly a grainy picture pops up on the screen. I can't figure out what the hell I'm looking at. The technician moves the wand around and clicks on her keyboard before settling it one spot.

"Alright Isabella. See that right there?" She asks as she points to a spot on the screen. It looks like a blob surrounded by a bunch of grey shit to me.

"That's your baby. From this, it appears that you are only about 5 weeks along. Your due date will be around July 20th."

"That's my anniversary." I say, smiling as I watch the blob on the screen.

"Well, that would be a lovely anniversary gift. My son was born on my husband's birthday. With 7 minutes to spare." Maggie tells me, smiling wistfully.

"That's so cool. How old is your son?" I ask.

"He's 6." She tells me. "Well, let's print a few pictures for you, shall we?"

"Yes, please."

After she prints a few pictures for me and hands me a ginormous bag of information, she sends me on my way. I'm really excited now and I can't wait to tell Edward. He'll be home tonight. I head over to Alice and Jasper's house even though I still have about an hour until I'm supposed to meet her and Rose. I pull into their driveway and use their wall mounted sensor to open the garage.

"Alice!" I yell as I walk into the kitchen and dump my purse on the island.

"Upstairs, Bella." she calls out. "Rose should be here soon, too."

I run up the stairs and find Alice on her laptop in the loft.

"Whatcha doing?"

"Nothing much." She says slyly, shutting the laptop down. "I hope Rose hurries. I'm so excited to tell you my news."

She motions me over to sit with her and I wedge myself into the overstuffed chair with her. We sit for only a moment before we hear Rose come in.

"Where my bitches at?" She yells.

"Upstairs!" We both yell.

My mouth pops open at the sight of our normally immaculately put together Rosalie. She has her hair tied up in a messy pony tail. She's wearing a pair of ratty white Capri sweats and a pink camisole. And she has no makeup on. What the hell!

"Girls, I think I'm dying." She whines as she climbs into the chair with us.

"What's wrong, Rose?" I ask, twirling her blonde hair around my fingers.

"I feel like death. And I think I'm pregnant."

"What? No fucking way!" Alice squeals. "I'm pregnant!"

"No shit. What are the chances?" Rose laughs.

"Umm... Me too." I say.

"OMG! Could this be any more perfect? We are all preggers together. I couldn't have planned this better if I tried." Alice says, group hugging us.

"This is crazy!" I say.

"Have you been to the doctor yet, Rose?" Alice asks.

"I have an appointment tomorrow." She says.

"Well I'm 5 weeks and due on July 21st. My anniversary. Can you believe it?" Alice tells us.

"I can believe it. I'm also 5 weeks and due on July 20th. My anniversary." I tell them grinning.

"Holy shit!" Rose says, "Is that a twin thing, you think?"

We hug and squeal and make a plan to tell the boys all together once we find out the details with Rose. We head out to lunch and spend the next two hours gossiping about old times and talking about our futures. Edward is due home around 2:00 so I bid farewell to my girls with a strict promise from Rose to call us immediately after her appointment the next day.

I practically tackle Edward when he comes inside the house. I am beyond happy and not just because I missed my husband but because a little piece of us is growing inside of me. The minute he steps in the house and drops his bags he has me naked and laid out on the dining room table. Thank god we trashed that rickety piece of shit he called a table.

"Fuck HB." He says as he pounds into me, "I missed you."

"Mmm, I missed you too Wardo, now shut up and fuck me!"

After our little tryst, we took a short nap because I'm fucking tired and Edward always sleeps like shit when he's not in our bed. I made chicken caesar salads with extra parmesan cheese, just like Edward likes, for dinner and then made Edward take me to Dairy Queen for a Mint Oreo Blizzard. We then spent the rest of the night cuddling on the couch while he caught up on all the crap TV he's missed since he was at the station. It takes everything in me to not tell him the good news. But the girls and I have a plan and with Thanksgiving just around the corner I vow to keep my mouth shut for a few days longer.

The next day, Rose informs us she is due on July 25th. What are the chances?

A/N: Well… There's that. So… Yeah. I'm not pleased with this chapter and I kept deleting but it kept turning out pretty much the same. Anyway, back to Wardo next chapter. And my girl, LovinRob, has started posting a new story, it's called A Dry Heat and it's anything but dry. Read it! Since I can't link you, the story is on my favorites or just search by her penname. Here's the summary:

When Bella moves from New York City to the California desert to care for her ailing grandmother she never expected that she would meet the man of her dreams. A man that would set her heart, body and soul on fire. But this man comes with a price, a heavy price. Will their love be able to survive the life he had before her or will it melt away in the dry heat.

Hugs and kisses my lovelies.
See you soon!