I'm so sorry this took forever! I'm completely swamped with work and school.
I moved things along really quickly in this chapter, because I need to get this story moving.

Thanks for sticking with me thus far!

- JayBee

EPOV

"What do you mean, oh?"

"I forgot." Shit, shit, shit.

"Obviously," she huffed.

"Why is it my fault? Why didn't you remember? You started it."

"You were hard!" She stomped over to the bathroom and wiped her stomach clean with a washcloth.

"I'm always hard in the morning! It's called morning wood!" How the hell could she blame this shit on me?

"Stop yelling!"

"I'm not fucking yelling!" Okay, so sue me. I was yelling. But she yelled first.

She went to slam the door but I was quick to move into the doorway. "Move!" She glared at me.

"Not until we talk about this."

"At least let me take a shower and get dressed first," she said with an attitude. At least she wasn't yelling anymore.

"Can I join?"

"No," she said quietly. "I want some time alone to think."

"About what?"

"About the fact that I don't want a baby right now."

"Why not?"

"We'll talk later."

She closed the door and I made my way over to the hall bathroom to take a quick shower. I wrote I love you on a Post-It note and stuck it on the closet door. I wanted Bella to know that I wasn't mad at her. I just wanted to know what the big deal was. Was this a girl thing?

I got dressed in grey sweatpants and a wife beater and made my way downstairs.

I lay down on the sofa and turned on the TV as Connor came over and lay down on my stomach. I didn't understand why Bella had gotten so mad. Yeah, it was true that we hadn't planned a child, but it wasn't something to get mad over. Why didn't she want one? We'd both agreed that we'd have children when the time came.

I pushed Con off me when he got too heavy and turned on my side to see the TV more comfortably.

Bella came down fifteen minutes later with the note in her hand and sat on the couch next to the sofa, her knees to her chest. "I love you, too," she said softly.

I looked at her for a while, still laid down on my side. "You're not mad?"

She shook her head. "No."

"If you want, we can go get Plan B."

"No."

"You want me to go get it? I don't mind. You don't have to come."

She let out a small sigh. "I don't want Plan B."

"Maybe you're not pregnant. There's a chance you might not be."

"A very small chance."

"Why don't you want a baby, Bella?" And at that moment, I got a weird tingling in my stomach. I wanted a child – so badly. I wanted to be a father. I wanted to care for and love a child.

"For a lot of reasons."

"That's funny. I can't even think of one." I tilted my head to look up at her when she didn't answer. "Tell me why."

"You don't think it's too soon in the relationship for us to have a baby?"

"No. Even if we weren't engaged…it wouldn't be too soon. I'd love to have a little baby boy or girl with you." There. I said it.

She kept quiet, and I muted the volume on the television before sitting up to look at her. I hope I wasn't freaking her out. I was only speaking the truth, but to be honest, I was kind of scaring myself with how badly I wished she was pregnant.

"What else?"

"You don't think we're too young?"

"We're 24."

"That's young."

"As long as we're not young enough to be on Teen Mom, we're good."

She laughed and threw a pillow at my head. "I'm trying to have a serious moment!"

I put the pillow under my head. "So am I. We're not too young."

"What if I don't make a good mom?"

I was quick to get to my feet and sat on the floor by her feet. I pulled her legs down. "What are you talking about? You'd make a wonderful mom." She would. She had so much to offer, so much love to give.

"I always said I'd be married before I had a baby."

"You will be married before you have a baby." Even if she was pregnant right now, we'd be married before the baby came.

"Everyone's going to think we got married because I got pregnant."

I let out a small laugh and kissed her knee. "We sent the invitations out months ago. They would know you got pregnant afterward." I wrapped my hands around her calves and kissed her other knee. "Do you want to change the date of the wedding?"

She shook her head. "It won't be fair to the guests."

"It's for us. Not for them."

"I want to keep the original date."

I kissed the side of her knee and peppered kisses up her thigh, stopping when she put her hand in my hair.

"And I didn't want it to happen this way. I didn't want to get pregnant from a...fuck. I wanted to make love. We didn't even take our clothes off!"

"If it helps, we didn't have much clothing on to begin with."

"I didn't want the baby to be a mistake," she whispered.

"It's not a mistake. If you're gonna call it anything, call it a surprise."

"Same thing."

"Not at all." I kissed up her other thigh, happy that she didn't stop me this time. She ran her hand through my hair lightly before letting it rest on my upper back. "Are you feeling better than you were yesterday?" I asked against her smooth skin. I didn't have to explain that I wasn't referring to her cold.

"Yeah."

"No more being sad?"

"No," her voice waivered.

I averted my eyes to her. "Just scared?"

"No." She let out a long sigh. "I don't know what to feel anymore." Her words were barely audible.

I pushed one of her short's legs up with my thumb and kissed the inside of her thigh. "Just feel me, baby." She flexed her thigh when I scraped my teeth lightly against her skin. "Promise me something?"

"Mhm."

I pushed myself up and put a hand on the couch on either side of her head.

"For the next few minutes, don't worry about anything, okay? Just take what I have to offer."

"Okay."

I kissed her nose before kissing her lips softly. I felt her body relax and mold into the couch as I deepened the kiss.

I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her shorts and kissed her ear. "Lift up." She lifted her hips and I slid down her shorts and panties.

I got settled on my knees and splayed both hands across her stomach, reveling in the soft feel of her skin under my fingertips. I lowered my head between her legs and kissed her bare pussy. I covered her lips and lower stomach in kisses, taking my time pleasing her. I felt dizzy as her scent mixed with the scent if her body wash surrounded me.

She pushed my head down. "Don't tease," she breathed.

I looked up at her with a smirk. "I'm not trying to. Just enjoy it."

She giggled when I bent my head lower. I looked up at her and cocked an eyebrow. "Your hair is damp. It's tickling me!"

I separated her lips with my thumbs and flicked my tongue back and forth across her clit quickly, making her giggles turn into moans. That's better.

I rubbed circles over her swollen clit with my thumb as I probed her entrance with the tip of my tongue.

"Fuck…" she gasped. "More! Edward…"

Sometimes I missed the beginning of our relationship because during those times, we would tell each other exactly what we liked, and I liked that.

But at the same time, I was glad that we knew exactly what the other liked and disliked.

I grabbed her ankles and slung her legs over my shoulders. I continued lapping at her slit as her moans grew louder.

We both jumped when Connor barked, and Bella covered her mouth with her hand.

I pulled her hand away. "I wanna hear you."

"Connor."

"I don't care." I held both of her hands in mine to make sure she wouldn't stifle the sounds she made.

She began writhing on the couch and locked her ankles behind me as she freed her hand from my grasp and held my head down.

"Ugh, fuck! Baby, baby...I'm..."

I sucked on her clit as she screamed my name, her flesh throbbing against my lips. She let out a strangled cry as she came against my tongue. I lapped at her juices eagerly, not wanting to waste any.

I continued licking and sucking as Bella rode out the waves of her orgasm, whispering my name over and over as she wound down and slouched against the couch.

I kissed her wet pussy lips and looked up at her with a smirk.

She ruffled my hair and pulled me up to look into my eyes. "I love you, you know that?"

"I love you, too." I grabbed her hand and pulled her into the kitchen. She began making chocolate chip pancakes as I washed my hands and set the table. I sat down at the table and looked up at Bella as she put a couple of pancakes on each plate.

She kissed my forehead before sitting down across me. "What do you want to do today?"

Connor padded over to the table and I dropped a pancake on the floor for him. Bella made a disgusted face, and to my surprise, she didn't say anything about getting the floor dirty.

I was glad she seemed to have forgotten about the whole pregnancy talk. I looked out at the rain. Today would be a perfect day to do absolutely nothing. "How about we watch a movie – anything besides White Chicks and The Notebook, have sex, watch TV, have sex, watch a movie, have sex, see what our families are up to, watch a movie, have sex, shower, and then sleep?"

"Can we cuddle too?"

"But of course. It's raining outside." I stuck my tongue out and made a funny face, eliciting a bubbly laugh from her.

"Oh, one more question."

"Hm?"

"Protection or not?"

I was afraid to give an honest answer. But…if I was honest with myself, I had to be honest with Bella. I couldn't bear the thought of lying to her about anything, let alone something this serious. I put my fork down and looked down at my plate. I didn't want to see her face if she didn't want the same thing I did. "…Or not," I whispered.

I felt her hand ghost over mine on the table and looked up to meet her gaze when she laced her fingers in mine. I couldn't read her expression. Her face was a blank slate. "Really?"

"Yeah."

"You want to try?"

"Yeah. But if you don't want –"

She squeezed my hand. "I do."

I felt my stomach drop and my heart swell. "Really?"

"Yeah."

"So if you're pregnant…you won't…I don't know…cry?"

"From joy, maybe." She smiled, and I couldn't help but smile back.

"So…do you wanna? Before we watch a movie?"

"And after."

I got up and pulled her to her feet. "No problem."

"And in between."

"Sounds good to me." I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder as I carried her upstairs.

I don't know why, but as I put her down when we got to the bedroom, I felt nervous around Bella for the first time in years.

Well, I don't know if it because of the time we did it that morning or the five times we tried after that morning, but Bella was pregnant.

She was two months along, and showed slightly. Just thinking about her pregnancy made me grin.

"What are you cheesing so hard about?" Emmett asked me.

"Nothing. Just…excited." I fixed my bowtie in the mirror and turned to look at Emmett. I let out a loud sigh. "Do I look okay?"

"You look great. Are you having second thoughts about this?"

"What? No. I can't wait to get this over with and go to the party."

Everything about this day seemed surreal. I couldn't believe I was getting married. But it was easy to believe that I was going to spend the rest of my life with Bella.

We left the back room of the church and made our way over to the altar. I looked out at all of our friends and family sitting on the benches and looked around at all the stained glass windows.

I forced myself to breathe slowly and evenly as everyone rose for Bella's entrance.

I breathed in deeply when I saw her appear, her arm around her father's as they walked toward me. Her long white gown was embroidered with beads, her hair up in a bun, her make-up flawless.

There wasn't enough oxygen in the air, and I found myself gulping in air. My vision blurred and I hurried to blink away the tears, not wanting to muddy the image before me.

I'd never seen anything as gorgeous as the sight of Bella before me at this moment.

I looked down at her as she smiled up at me, tears welling in her eyes. I prayed that she wouldn't cry, because I wouldn't be able to stop my own tears from overflowing.

As she recited her vows, I felt as if my heart would tear through my chest. I got a weird feeling in my stomach, a cross between butterflies and nausea. Everything around me faded away except for Bella and her sweet voice, and it took everything in me not to pull her to me and hold her tight.

When it was my turn to speak, I almost choked on my own saliva, but caught myself in time. My palms were beyond clammy as I looked into Bella's eyes and forced the beginning words of my love for her out through my lips.

As I stood there and spoke to my Bella, it killed me to know that no matter how much and in what way I told her I loved her, I could never put my true feelings into words. It wasn't possible for me to explain how much I loved her.

Even as we said "I do," I couldn't bring myself to look away from Bella. I couldn't. I didn't want to. I wanted this image of her, as she was, engrained in my head for the rest of my life.

We made our way back up the aisle, my heart pounding in my chest as I held Bella's hand.

I said a quick prayer before we exited the church and everyone followed behind us. Bella turned to me, smiling from ear to ear. "Are you excited about the reception?"

"Mhm." I smiled and nodded. I couldn't bring myself to speak. What if I failed as a husband and a father?

But…ugh! No. I couldn't think that way. I wouldn't want Bella to think of herself that way and I know she wouldn't want me to think of myself that way.

We would make great parents. And nothing had changed in our relationship now that we were married. Bella had taken my last name, that was all. We were still the same people and still loved each other unconditionally.

"Edward," Bella murmured in my dream. "Babe."

I opened my eyes when I realized she was calling my name in real life. I stared into the darkness of our bedroom for a second before closing my eyes again. "Hmm?" I felt myself drifting back to sleep when she tugged on my ear. I turned my head to look at her. "What the hell?" I grumbled.

"I want ice cream."

"Great. Go downstairs and get some." I turned back onto my stomach.

"We don't have any left."

"We'll get some tomorrow," I said into my pillow.

"Can you go get me some?" Bella whispered. "Please?" She added in a small voice.

"You go get it." I didn't have the energy to have this conversation, let alone go get ice cream.

"Edward…" she whined. I could tell she was pouting, and I was glad the room was dark enough that I couldn't see her.

"Just go to sleep."

"I can't. I want ice cream."

I threw the covers back and got up, letting out a long breath as I pulled a pair of sweats on. "Strawberry?"

She moved to sit up. "Chocolate."

I stared hard, my eyes straining to see her in the dark. "Bella. You hate chocolate."

"No I don't."

I threw on a hoodie as I made my way down the stairs. It was 1:30 AM, so I went to the one store that was open. I drove over to A&P and quickly made my way to the ice cream aisle.

Bella was five months pregnant, and we last month we found out that we were gonna have a baby girl. The only part that was wearing me out was that every week, Bella had a new craving. Last week it was fried pickles with mustard, and the week before that, it was hot dogs and bacon. At least ice cream wasn't something weird – except for the fact that she wanted chocolate. That was completely out of character.

I grabbed a tub of chocolate ice cream and finally made my way back home, cursing at the cold weather on the way up the walkway to the building.

I took the elevator up and opened the door to the apartment slowly, still half asleep. I grabbed two spoons from the kitchen and made my way to the bedroom, grateful that Connor didn't follow me up.

I sighed when I turned on the bedroom light. Bella had fallen asleep, sitting on the bed with her back to the headboard. I laid her down slowly before turning her onto her side. I brought the ice cream downstairs and made my way back up, closing the light before crawling in next to Bella. I kissed her cheek before draping my arm around her waist and rubbing her belly.

"Good night, baby." I pulled her closer to me.

"Mhm."

This was basically how my nights were for the past couple of months, and sometimes I thought I might go crazy if I had to do this for four more months.

I finally drifted off to sleep, and woke up to an amazing sensation down below. I pulled back the covers and was met with Bella's eyes looking up at me, her soft hair splayed across my thighs as she suckled on the tip of my cock.

She pulled away with a pop and smiled up at me. "Good morning."

My head lolled back as I groaned. "Good morning…" Have I mentioned how much I love my wife?

Bella continued her teasing, placing open-mouth kisses all along my cock, nipping, licking, and suckling its length.

My hips bucked up, and I looked at Bella hopefully, only to have her pull away with a smirk.

"No teasing," I whined. "Put it…in – fuck!" I yelled as she flicked her thumb over the leaking head. "…your mouth…"

I couldn't take the twisting in my lower abdomen anymore. I breathed a sigh of relief as she took me in her mouth, but growled down at her when she just lay there with my cock in her mouth. "Do something…ungh…with it!"

She pulled off again and blew on the head, making my hips jerk. "Like what?" She asked innocently. She was gonna fucking kill me.

"Suck it…please…"

And to that she complied. It took all of two minutes for me to get to the brink once she began sucking and licking like a pro.

I tapped the back of her head, letting her know. "Babe, I'm gonna…fuck you're amazing…fuck…"

She sat up and jerked me off to my climax, cupping her palm over my tip to catch my release. It was hard work letting her know when I was going to cum when I was so close to climax, but she didn't want to swallow while she was pregnant – she was afraid it would affect the baby or something. I didn't really mind, and besides, we didn't have to use a condom while she was pregnant – that more than made up for it.

Bella cleaned us up and came back with a big grin on her face as she straddled my waist. I pushed the hem of her oversized shirt up and grabbed her hips, trying to guide her back. If she would…just…scoot back. I looked up at her. "Move back a little."

She shook her head and took my hands in hers. "We don't have time."

I threw my head back. "I don't wanna go to work," I whined. "Can I just stay home and you can go to work?"

"Sure. Just get pregnant."

"I'm gonna look into that." She laughed as she got up and I followed suit. I got ready and met her downstairs, reluctant to leave after I drank my coffee. I kissed Bella as I made my way to the door. "Bye, baby. Love you." I kneeled down and put a hand on her stomach. "Bye, baby. Love you, too." Before I pulled away, she kicked and I put everything down as I looked up at Bella. "She's kicking more and more often now."

Bella smiled down at me and ran a hand through my hair. "When you speak, yeah."

I kissed them both goodbye before finally leaving for work.

"I'm fat!" Bella cried as she looked at herself in the mirror.

"What are you talking about?" I rolled my eyes for what seemed like the thousandth time this month. For the past two months, Bella's emotions have been taking her – and me – on a serious rollercoaster ride. She was seven months along now, and personally, I couldn't wait for her to give birth already.

"Look at my thighs. They're gigantic."

"They're fine." I turned and made my way downstairs, plopping down on the couch as I turned the TV on.

Bella followed me down and blocked my view of the TV. "My stomach is freaking huge."

"Uh…because you're pregnant?"

"No! It's not the pregnancy. My ankles and wrists are fat, too!"

I cocked an eyebrow. "What…? You look the same as always. Just…with a bigger stomach."

She sniffled a few times and I could sense a fresh brew of tears coming. "Because I'm –"

"Pregnant! Bella, you're not fucking fat. Not even close." I motioned for her to move out of the way and she sat on the other couch, sulking in her own little world.

I had no problem consoling her, but this was getting out of hand. Bella had her low days just like everyone else, but she had never truly believed she was ugly or overweight, and she had no reason to believe either.

Trying to make her feel better didn't even work anymore. I don't know how much stronger her hormones were going to get, but she was starting to really annoy me.

"You don't even care about me…" she mumbled as she looked at the ground.

I quickly averted my eyes to her and stared until she caught me looking. How could she fucking think that? Even if she wasn't thinking straight, how could she ever think that? "Jesus, fuck." I turned back to the TV and turned the volume up.

"Stop cursing."

I felt my temper peak, and had to physically force myself to calm down. I clenched and unclenched my fists, struggling to keep my breathing steady. "If I want to fucking curse, I'll fucking curse. Fuck."

"Whatever. Idiot." I bit my tongue to keep myself from telling her to shut the fuck up. She stood and went upstairs, and I grabbed the phone and made my way into the kitchen. I dialed Alice and Jasper's number, thankful that they had their own place as well.

"Hello?"

"Hey. It's me."

"Hey, what's up?"

"Nothing. Can I ask for a favor?"

"Depends."

I could hear her smiling, but I really wasn't in the mood to be joking around. "Could you…like…take Bella out for a couple of hours?"

"Um…yeah. She wants to hang out?"

"I want her to hang out."

"What?"

"I want her to get out," I ground out.

"Why?" We sat in silence for a few seconds. "Ohhh…are you two fighting? What happened?"

"She's fucking psycho, is what happened." I was pacing back and forth, with Connor right at my feet doing the same thing.

"Edward, don't be mean to her. She's going through a rough time."

"She's going through a rough time? Alice, I haven't fucking slept in months. The only time I get any sleep is on the weekends, because I'm too busy granting her every wish! And do I fucking complain? No."

"Well, you should be helping her."

"I do." I pinched the bridge of my nose and shut my eyes tight. "I just…can't take this shit anymore, Alice. Just take her out and talk to her."

"Alright. I'm on my way, but I can't say anything to her. She's not acting this way on purpose."

"Okay just take her out."

"I'm coming. Bye."

I hung up the phone and looked around the kitchen with my hands on my hips. I know what I could do.

I grabbed every jar and bottle I could find, and began tightening the tops so she wouldn't be able to open any of them. I'd done this once before, and it worked like a charm. At this point, I didn't care if I was doing shit out of spite.

Bella stomped down the stairs as I was tightening the top of a jar full of alfredo sauce. "I'm not psycho! You're fucking psycho!"

I crossed my arms across my chest and leaned against the counter. "Stop cursing," I said mockingly.

"Shut up."

"Why? So you can run your mouth uninterrupted?"

She narrowed her eyes at me, like she was trying to zap me with laser beams or some shit. "Shut. The. Hell. Up!"

I motioned to her stomach. "Why can't you just pop that thing out already so you can stop being such a bitch and we can get on with our fucking lives?"

"She's not a thing. She's our daughter, you heartless dick."

"Whatever." I brushed past her and walked out the door.

I sat at the top of the stairs and put my head between my legs, breathing deeply. I'd wait until Alice got here and then I'd go take a walk or something. I wanted to leave so badly – to just put some distance between Bella and me. But I couldn't just leave her all alone.

All at once, the guilt of my words weighed me down on the stairs.

I hugged my knees to my chest and rested my chin on my arms. I sat there for what felt like forever, finally realizing that Alice wasn't showing up.

I heard a door open down the hall, and scooted over to the wall to give the person room to walk down.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to see Bella easing herself down on the stair next to me.

"Alice didn't come," I said in a small voice. I almost rolled my eyes at my attempt at making conversation.

"I know. I called her after you left and told her I didn't want to go out."

"I'm sorry."

"I am, too."

"No," I shook my head. "I'm sorry I left you."

"You didn't. You're right here."

"Bella, your husband's a Grade A asshole." I turned to look at her. It felt weird to admit it, but it was true. How could I say shit like that? Bella wasn't a bitch. And our baby…how could I speak about her that way?

"You're not."

"I am. Look at the way I'm treating you. I'm stressing you out, and obviously that's not good for you or the baby. And how could I call our daughter a thing? Who does that?" I held my head in my hand as Bella took my other hand in hers.

"A loving husband."

I looked at her like she was crazy. "I'm beginning to think you really are psycho."

She laughed lightly and bumped her body into mine. "Shut up…what I mean is that I'm glad you're not afraid to hurt my feelings. I know that sounds weird, but I'm glad you say what's on your mind when you're mad, without holding back."

"But I hurt you."

"And I hurt you right back."

I shook my head, smiling as I looked at her. "You didn't hurt me, Bella." By this point in our relationship, I learned not to believe the things she said when she was yelling.

"I'm sorry I'm such a pain in the ass."

"You're fine. Besides, as annoyed as I get sometimes, in the end I like doing nice things for you. You know that."

She leaned into me and laid her head on my shoulder. "I know. I love you."

"I love you, too. Always."

Bella brought my hand to her stomach, placing her hand over mine as the baby kicked repeatedly.

I smiled at Bella as my heart soared, and promised myself that I would make sure we didn't fight in front of the baby – well, not too much.

Because even though we knew our fights didn't mean anything major to us, I knew it would affect our children. Who wants to see their parents at each other's throats?

I kissed Bella on the cheek as I rubbed her belly. This child was my life already, and she wasn't even born yet. "So I was thinking of names yesterday…" Shit. Did I just blurt that out?

Bella sat up to look at me. "Did you buy a book?"

"No. Just thought of some off the top of my head."

"Anything you really like?"

I nodded as I eyed her warily. "One." We sat in silence for a few seconds. I didn't know if she would like the name for our child, and frankly, I was afraid she'd…cry…or something.

"So…are you gonna tell me, or…?"

"I was thinking of…Renee?"

"Edward –"

"Only if you want to," I rushed out. I didn't know if she would be up to naming the baby after her mother. "We can name her whatever you want to. I'll get you a bunch of books."

"It's not fair to your mom."

"Bella, she wouldn't mind." I nuzzled her neck, breathing in her scent. "Besides, we can always try for more daughters and name one of them after her."

She squirmed against me and laughed as she brought a hand up to my hair and held me against her. "What if we have a boy?"

I kissed her neck and spoke against her smooth skin. "We'll think of something."

She slipped her hand between my thighs, and my breath hitched as my heart began working double-time. "Do you want to maybe go try for more daughters?"

I nodded my head fervently, scrambling to get to my feet and help her up. Of course her question didn't make any sense right now, but I didn't care.

I led her down the hallway and into our apartment, smiling from ear to ear as we walked up the stairs to our bedroom.

I know many of you were hoping she wasn't pregnant, but I think they're ready, even if they do argue a lot.

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