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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This chapter is short but needed and I will post again sooner since it's not as long as you're all used to. :) I'll probably post again tomorrow morning.

-BPOV-

It really was amazing how quickly I found another job. When I had promised Edward I would look for something else I hadn't really thought I would be able to find anything but as it turns out I hadn't even had to go looking. The job found me.

My baby boy was up and ready to start moving at six on the dot this morning. I tried to go back to sleep but it's not the easiest thing to do when you are getting kicked and nudged in the side every few minutes.

"Alright." I groaned in defeat, dragging myself out of bed.

I took a shower and dressed in a maternity dress Alice had gotten for me. I was only wearing maternity clothes now, especially the comfortable maxi dresses.

The only exception to this rule was my sleeping attire, which was always one of Edward's teeshirts. As a matter of fact, I wasn't entirely certain I was going to give them back after the birth.

I decided that since I was already up I might as well head downstairs and make some breakfast. My stomach was already growling and I knew that if I didn't eat soon I would start getting dizzy. That was something else about these last few weeks; I was insistently hungry but I didn't eat a lot at one time. I just needed to eat consistently throughout the day. I felt like I was a bear preparing for hibernation or something.

I made waffles, a generous helping of peanut butter on top, and put a pot of coffee on for Charlie.

The aroma seemed to reach him even while he was upstairs sleeping because he came down not even five minutes after I started the coffee pot.

I smiled up from my plate and got up to get him a plate as well.

My stomach bumped into the kitchen table as I was getting up, making my plate jump and I looked at Charlie sheepishly.

My equilibrium was bad enough without my center of gravity being changed and this bump was setting me more and more off balance the bigger I got.

Charlie chuckled at the annoyed expression on my face.

"That baby's sure growing." He commented and I smoothed my hand over my stomach as I turned to the counter.

"Yeah." I agreed. "If he doesn't quit this soon I'm not going to be able to fit in the hospital at all."

Charlie chuckled and I couldn't help but smile as I handed him his plate.

"So, are you still looking for another job?" He asked, smiling thankfully as I handed him a mug of coffee.

I sighed.

"I promised Edward I would."

He nodded.

I was a little surprised he was agreeing with something Edward had suggested but his worry for me overshadowed his dislike for anything Edward related.

"We're looking for someone to man the front desk at the police station." He commented, taking a big bite of his waffle.

"Really?" I asked.

I was surprised to find someone hiring so soon, to say the least. When I had lived here before and had first started looking for an after school job I had had to look for months. Forks only had a population of 3120. There was never an abundance of employment.

"Yep." He continued after he swallowed. "You wouldn't have to do much. There isn't much crime."

He shrugged, swirling his coffee around in the steaming mug.

"You'd answer the phones, do some filing, deal with fines, permits, and licenses. Things like that."

"I could do that." I said, thankful for a job where I wouldn't have to be on my feet quite so much.

And just like that I had a job. Charlie said I didn't need to interview for the job because no one else had really inquired after the position anyway.

Besides, my dad was the police chief. That definitely helped.

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He, He, Who.

Edward smiled, trying to show a sign of moral support.

"Good job Bella." He said soothingly. "Breath."

I rolled my eyes.

He, He, Who.

I felt absolutely ridiculous but Edward was completely in character.

"Good." He said, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "Breath."

He, He, Who.

He rubbed my shoulder, pressing with the tips of his fingers just like we learned in class.

"Breath."

I groaned and he shot me a look that told me quite plainly to stop being difficult.

He, He, Who.

He smiled, still rubbing my shoulder. At least there was one good thing about this. Let me tell you, I never got sick of Edward's pressure massage.

The only thing I did have trouble with was not letting inappropriate noises slipped out of my mouth when he was in the middle of said massage.

"What's with all the heavy breathing?"

I looked up and saw Emmett, standing in the doorway to the living room, his eyebrows furrowed as he watched me and Edward.

I lifted my head so that I could see him better.

"Your brother insists that we practice breathing for the birth."

Emmett raised one eyebrow. I could tell this was not the reply he had been expecting.

It was quite a scene.

I was lying on my back on the couch, Edward sitting on the floor beside me, rubbing my shoulder, as I he-heed and whoed.

"You have to practice breathing?" He asked skeptically. "Isn't that something that you should already know?"

I scoffed, completely agreeing with him for once.

"I tried telling him this was unnecessary." I said and Edward sighed.

"We went to the class." I said, turning my attention to Edward now, repeating an argument we had already had(and I had already lost) once today.

"Why do we need to practice this again?"

He ran his fingers through his hair.

"We need to be prepared." He said.

"I understand that Edward." I said. "But how is practicing breathing, again, going to help make the birth any easier?"

He just looked at me.

"Please Bella." He sighed. "Just to make me feel better at least."

I sighed in defeat and laid my head back on the couch.

I knew he wasn't getting really worried about the birth. Edward was the type of person who liked to fix everything. If I was in trouble he always came to my rescue. If someone was having a hard time it was just his nature to try to make it easier for them. He knew that he wasn't going to be able to do much for me once the contractions hit and it was driving him mad.

He, He, Who. I breathed, rolling my eyes.

Emmett laughed loudly from the doorway.

"Is that seriously how you're supposed to be breathing?" He asked.

"Yes Emmett." I said, already annoyed.

He chuckled, coming closer to the couch to get a better look.

"Maybe they just told you to breath like that because they realized how hilarious you look doing it." He said, actually sounding thoughtful.

I rolled my eyes.

"No, Emmett." Edward said, shaking his head in annoyance.

He rubbed a circle in my shoulder.

"This is what we learned in our birthing class." He explained. "It's the lamaze breathing technique."

Emmett nodded.

"Sure man." He said sarcastically. "What ever makes you feel better."

Edward shot him a look before turning his attention back to me.

"Just ignore him." He instructed.

I nodded and Emmett scoffed, settling in beside Edward on the floor. It looked like he was not planning on being ignored.

"Breath." Edward soothed, applying a light pressure to me shoulder and I shivered.

God, I hope Emmett didn't see that. He would never let me live down my response to Edward's touch.

"Yeah Bellsy." Emmett sing-songed teasingly. "Just breath."

I glared at him.

He, He, Who. I breathed and he laughed.

Edward just shook his head but after a few more repeats of this Emmett started breathing with me, exaggerating the last WHO of every breath so he sounded like an owl.

I couldn't help but laugh, my breathing coming out in between my giggles.

Edward tried to remain serious but one side of his lips corked upwards and I fluttered my eyelashes, copying Emmett's breathing.

Edward fought off the smile for a little longer but finally he cracked and a chuckle slipped from in between his luscious lips.

I smiled at the sound and he grinned.

Pretty soon we were all HE, HE, WHOing.

"What on Earth?"

We all looked to the doorway and busted out laughing.

Esme and Carlisle stood there, looking at us like we had lost our minds.

"We're practicing breathing Ma." Emmett said and she raised an eyebrow.

"I understand what Edward and Bella are doing." She said slowly. "But why are you breathing with them dear?"

He laughed.

"Because Eddie was being too serious and I figured they needed comedic relief."

Edward and I both rolled our eyes simultaneously and I grinned.

"It probably is a good idea to practice the breathing." Carlisle mused and Edward raised an eyebrow at me as if to say "see?"

"It's just a couple of months now." Esme said, her voice sounding dreamy and I looked over to see her looking at my stomach through teary eyes.

"Mom? Are you okay?" Edward asked quietly, seeing her emotional display.

She sniffled, nodding.

"I'm fine dear." She assured us. "I'm sorry. I just can't believe how quickly the time has passed."

I knew what she meant. Some days it felt like only yesterday I had held that pregnancy test in shaky hands and now I was lying on the Cullen's couch practicing my breathing with Edward.

Other days though, the days when I've had to stand up for longer amounts of time and my feet and back are aching and I'm so tired I want to cry.

Those days it seems like I've been pregnant for an eternity.

It felt like I was doing nothing except work, eat, pee, and go to doctors appointments. Now that I was only two months away from my due date

Carlisle had moved our appointments to every two weeks. I really didn't mind it too much but I hadn't even started working at the police station yet. Tomorrow was my first day and I was already asking for an hour off on Friday for another check up.

Of course Charlie understood and he and the other officers tried to assure me that I wouldn't be missing much. I still felt bad, especially since Charlie, Carlisle, Esme, Renee, and all of the other Cullen's were insisting I start my maternity leave in a week and a half.

Edward, of course, was most vehemently pro maternity leave.

It felt ridiculous to start working somewhere new just to quit the next week. Edward kept reminding me that I wasn't quitting. I was, "taking time off so that I could rest and prepare for the birth of our baby."

I still didn't want to take my leave but Carlisle convinced me that it would be best for my son and I had consented, reluctantly.

"I'm sure it hasn't seemed to go too fast for Bella." Carlisle mentioned, seeming to know where my thoughts had taken me.

I smiled back at him, sitting up and resting my hands on my stomach.

"It hasn't been too bad." I said, shrugging.

Edward looked over and smiled, his eyes falling to my stomach.

"Are you two getting excited?" Carlisle asked.

I nodded, unable to hide my smile, as I thought back to all of the times I had imagined holding him for the first time.

"I can't wait." Edward murmured, sounding like his thoughts had gone to the same place as mine.

I looked at him with a tender smile and he grinned back.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The next couple of chapters are going to be a little shorter, probably around the length of this one because there's lots of little things I need to wrap up before the birth. But I will post more frequently to make up for it.
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