AN: Oh my God, you guys are so gonna hate me in a few minutes. I don't even know what to do with myself. This is just a quick update and, erm, sorry in advanced. Enjoy the story. *Gulps*

I'd always known that Jacob liked to drive fast. He and Embry were always talking about fast cars and race tracks and that one time Quil was on Top Gear. The two of them obviously loved speed. But I had never seen Jacob move and drive so fast ever. Before I knew what was happening, we were waddling out of the apartment urgently and he had me in the car with the hospital bag beside me. He climbed into the drivers seat and then the world became a Need For Speed sort of reality. Or maybe that was just me. Maybe I was so focused on breathing in and out that I didn't remember half of the drive there. Jacob probably wasn't the kind of guy to race around a public road, speed-lover or not All I knew was that we were at the hospital sooner than I expected. Jacob helped me out of the car and we waddled into the emergency room, where he immediately called a nurse for her attention. He was calm in his speedy taking of action and at no time did he seem panicked or scared. He was like in action hero mode and it might have turned me on if it weren't for the circumstances. I don't know how, but there were photographers there, waiting with their cameras as we entered the hospital but neither of us really cared at the moment. We just needed to get a doctor. So I ignored the few flashes that blinded me for just a second and tried to breath. The nurse rushed us to a room and we waited for the doctor to get there.

What an unnecessary drama that had been.

"It's A Girl!" the group of people all cried out in unison, breaking out into cheers and congratulations. I ignored the voices from outside the room and tried to focus on what the doctor was saying.

"A false alarm," I repeated quietly, looking at the doctor.

There I was on the hospital bed, the contractions long gone and my stomach still round with pregnancy. Braxton Hicks contractions is what the doctor had said and I remembered reading about them in one of the books Renee had sent me. Basically, all it was was a false alarm. "It's the body's way of preparing for actual labour," the doctor explained. "They don't mean anything. You and your baby are perfectly healthy."

"So will this happen again?" Jacob asked with his hand rubbing the part of my back that had had the pain before, though more to comfort me.

"Probably," said the doctor. "It'll usually happens more often the closer you get to going into labour. But when they do come, you need not come all the way here, they're nothing to worry about. Try leaning forward next time. For some women it eases the pressure but other women have their tricks to it as well."

I sagged against Jacob's body with a sulk. "Just great . . ." I dragged sarcastically. To be honest, I had gotten excited. I was finally going to get this baby out of me and I would have a child. I was just so tired of being pregnant and just for a few minutes, I thought I might be done with it. So much for that.

The doctor gave us a pamphlet describing the difference between Braxton Hicks contractions and actual labour contractions. For some reason, I couldn't keep it together and I cried. I cried because I thought my baby was coming and it wasn't. I cried because I wanted not to be pregnant anymore. And I cried because I was pissed off that I'd lost a good two hours of sleep that I clearly needed for my emotional stability. The doctor let us have a moment while Jacob let me cry on his shoulder. When we left, we managed to avoid the two paparazzi we'd encountered in the ER.

The drive home was quiet. Mostly because both Jacob and I were exhausted. Hand in hand, we made our way up to the apartment and, because neither of us had changed in the heat of emergency, we slipped right into bed, Jacob tossing his arm over my body and pressing close to me, a kiss on my cheek.

"Bells?" He whispered after a while.

"Yeah?"

"You good?"

"Mhmm," I yawned.

He rubbed the side of my belly and kissed my cheek again. His even breathing was comforting and I was able to calm down from the upset at the hospital. "I'm sorry," he said suddenly, guilt thick in his voice.

"For what?"

"Not being here."

At first, I didn't know what to say to that. It really wasn't his fault and though I didn't know or care what he had been doing when I woke up, it didn't matter. I couldn't blame him for being out of bed at a random time of night and I hoped he didn't think that I did. So, I took the hand he had on my stomach and twisted our fingers together. "Don't apologise. It's okay."

He kissed me again. "Babe?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you," he whispered.

I smiled just a little. "I love you too." He held me tighter and we fell asleep, not bothering to get up in the morning.

I was more than cranky the next few days afterwards and with the baby shower coming up soon, Angela was going on and on about final touches and stuff like that. For the most part, I didn't give a fuck. I was far too tired to care. I didn't speak much to people and slept most of the day. Only Jacob was able to get a decent response from me, maybe because he felt the same as I did: a little disappointed and frustrated. I knew, though he was on emergency mode that night, he had been excited, as had I. We thought we might actually have our baby early. And when, one afternoon, I had another case of Braxton Hicks, he was just as frustrated as me but not at me. Some times I thought he might've even been frustrated for me. I wasn't depressed or even sad, I was just not in the mood and Jacob seemed to understand how I was feeling. I didn't know for sure how it was exactly but I did know that I couldn't have asked for a more supportive partner than Jacob.

It didn't surprise me that the paparazzi at the hospital had wasted no time in selling the pictures. Just the very next day, there were pictures of Jacob rushing me into the ER all over tv. One lady went so far as to say we had a baby girl. I didn't care really for some reason. I just wasn't interested at all so I could easily ignore it.

Three days before the baby shower, Renee and Phil called to say that they'd be flying in from Phoenix. Charlie and Jacob's family would arrive the next day, stay for the shower and return the day after that. It was good for me hearing my mom's. Along with Jacob, her comfort was the only comfort I accepted. I missed how she let me rest my head on her lap and ran her fingers through my hair like she used to when I was a teenager. She'd have hummed a song that she used to sing when Riley and I were kids and sometimes stopped when I said something or asked a question. I wished she were here now.

"I've never been so tired in my life," I told when she asked me how I was feeling

"Oh, sweety," she cooed, "it gets better, trust me. This is just one of those patches in pregnancy that come and go."

"Were you this tired?" I asked.

She laughed. "Me? Tired? Where have you ever seen that?"

And she was right. My mom was the most energetic person I knew. After living with her for the better part of my life, dealing with Angela was a breeze.

"No, but I was always angry. Everything made me angry, even if it was just the way the check out girl was looking at me. It didn't last but it was terrible. You'll come out of it." I didn't know if she was right but I hoped so.

Jacob asked if he could talk to my mom and I let him. I was curious as to what he wanted to talk about but he stepped into the next room for two minutes when he returned, they were already saying their goodbyes.

I didn't ask what they talked about but later that night, Jacob ran a bath for us with the water really hot just like I liked it. He got in with me and let me lie back against his chest. He lathered his hands ran them over my stomach in soothing circles and massaged my breasts gently. He massaged my arms and shoulders and my back. It really helped me relax.

That night, I slept like the dead and when I woke up the next day, I wasn't so tired anymore. Maybe it was talking to my mother, or maybe it was the bath with Jacob. All I knew was that I was feeling better already.

AN: Yeah . . . Sorry about that . . .