I wish I had an excuse, but I really don't. I should have updated. I'm on break and I have nothing to do, and I'm so incredibly sorry. This chapter is fairly long though. Roughly 5,000 words and thirteen pages. I hope that makes up for it. ):

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BPOV

"I'm just saying," I said to Edward as I folded one of Aveline's shirts and put it in the suitcase, "that Lucy sounds very classy."

"And I'm just saying that Laina is very unique - you need help with that?" He stopped himself to help me grab the empty diaper bag from the top shelf of Aveline's closer.

I sighed. "We've been arguing over this for about four weeks now."

"May the better name win." He winked at me, and I sighed again.

It's January now, almost February, and we're getting ready to drive down to California for Alice's wedding. This is the last time I'll see some of these people before the baby comes in a matter of weeks. By this point, I just want the baby to be here. The constant hormonal rampages, cravings, and swollen feet is beginning to get old. Not only that, but I can't wait to hold her - whatever her name will be - in my arms.

Edward and I are heading to California a few days earlier than everyone else. We want to take advantage of the warmer weather and the pretty beaches. Plus it'll be a nice way to spend time with Ava before the baby gets here. Alice is renting out hotel rooms for everyone, so that's covered. It's just a matter of packing, which is proving to be harder than I thought.

I ran my hands through my hair. "Okay, okay. Six shirts… three dresses… pants… oh, dammit. Diapers. How could I forget diapers?" I waddled over to the changing table and threw the entire bag into the suitcase.

"I hate to burst your bubble, sweetheart, but we're only there for four days." Edward said, motioning towards the six t-shirts I had laid out.

"One year olds are prone to stain everything they touch." I reminded him.

"Ah." He nodded and put the shirts back down, watching as I ran around the room packing this and that. I saw his lips turn up into a smile, and he walked over to me, putting his hand on my the small of my back. "You have all day to pack. Don't stress yourself out."

"I have a doctor's appointment later, and I wanted to pick up groceries for the trip so we don't have to eat out all the time." I put a pair of shoes in. "Are you coming?"

"To…?" Edward took a seat on the bed.

"The appointment!"

"Oh, oh, oh. Of course I am." He said as if I were crazy. "Why wouldn't I? I always go."

"I don't know." I mumbled as I double checked everything in the suitcase. I figured I had everything. And if not, then we would have to live with it. That's another reason for bringing extras - you'll always be prepared even if you forget. I zipped it up and sighed, putting my hands on top of it. "Now time for ours…"

"I can help." Edward offered.

"Are you sure?"

He nodded. "It's just packing."

"Okay, that's fine. I'm just going to get ready for the appointment." I then quickly reminded him of what we needed. Four different outfits - I trusted him with my clothes -, the wedding tux, my dress, shoes, toiletries, and my slippers. (The slippers have done wonders for my poor feet.) "Thank you." I said and kissed him on the cheek before I went to take a bath.

I was sort of in a rush, and a shower would have been great, but baths are just so much more comfortable for me at this point. I ran the water and dropped my clothes on the ground, dipping my toe into the tub to make sure it was warm enough. I felt chills run up my back as I stepped in, emerging myself in the bath.

My belly stuck up like a mountain over the water, and little droplets dripped down them like raindrops. I smiled and put my hand atop of it, then rubbed my stomach. I felt a tiny kick on the side, and I immediately moved my hand to that spot.

"Hi baby." I whispered, then paused for a moment. "Hi Lucy." I sat up a little in the tub, leaning my head against the white bath. "I can't wait to meet you. Neither can your daddy. He's excited too." It didn't feel weird talking to someone who wasn't here. It felt natural to me. "You have a sister. She's such a good baby."

After talking to my Lucy, I washed my hair, and lathered soap over my bare skin. It hadn't even been fifteen minutes when I slowly pulled myself out of the bubbly water, and reached for a towel. My back hurt a little from standing up. I shook my head, and prayed that these next few weeks would fly by.

I pulled a yellow shirt with ruffled red, short sleeves over my head and wiggled into my jeans. I grabbed one of my jackets for warmth, since it was still freezing outside, and left my hair down to dry before I went back into the bedroom. Edward had just finished packing as I walked in.

"All done." He said, smiling triumphantly.

"Wow." I put my both of my hands on my hips. "Already?" He nodded, and I smiled. "Thanks so much, baby. That really helped me out."

"Anything for my wife." He was still getting used to calling me his wife. He said it every time we met someone new. "My wife, Bella," is becoming his new catch phrase in life. Edward looked at the clock. "Oh, we'd better get going."

I looked too. "Oh, shit. Is it really that late?"

He handed me the keys. "I'll grab Ava." She was playing in the living room, just in our sight, playing with her toys. "You head to the car."

Needing the head start, I caught the keys and headed out the door, waddling the whole way there. I had to wait for the elevator, since stairs were obviously out of the picture, and that took ages. I think I would have been better taking them by the time it reached our floor, and that says a lot. Once I was in, it went straight to the ground floor. Everyone else in the elevator let me out first. I thanked them as I walked out, and headed towards the Volvo.

The new car seat was already installed in the back next to Aveline's. The only difference is that this one is purple. I would have given her Aveline's, and gotten her a "big girl one" but the doctor told us it was safer to keep her in a rear-facing car seat until she was two.

Edward and Ava rushed into the parking garage minutes later. Edward buckled her in super quickly to escape the wintry weather, and then pulled himself into the driver's seat. I already had the heat cranking, so he put his hands in front of the vent and shivered.

"Damn, it's cold."

"Shh. No cursing in front of the babies."

"Babies?" He teased.

I put my hand on my belly. "She can hear you, you know."

Edward laughed, and backed out the parking space. In no time, we were on our way to the hospital, ready for our eight month check up.

I still found it hard to believe that eight months have passed. Eight months ago, I hadn't even graduated high school, and Aveline was only six months old. Now I'm a stay at home mom, and nineteen years old with a baby, and one on the way.

The nurses greeted us with a smile when we walked into the waiting room. Edward checked us in while I found a seat for the three of us. People stared as I waddled towards a chair, holding Aveline's hand the entire way. I ignored them as I sat down and paid attention to Ava, who was standing in front of me.

"Mama, mama, mama." She chanted, patting her hands on my knees. "I dance."

"You dance?" I laughed a little.

"Dance." She repeated loudly.

"Okay, then dance, sweetie."

"Noooooo!" Aveline wailed. She stomped her feet on the tile floor. "Dance!" She voice screeched. Everyone in the room turned to look at us. A few of them glared. I rolled my eyes and held both of her hands in mine. She pulled them away and continued to stomp her feet.

Just then, Edward walked up. He came up behind her, and scooped her into his arms, and slung her over his back. My eyes widened, and I bit my lip.

"Don't drop her…"

"I'm not." He reassured me, but brought her back to his arms, and took a seat next to me. Aveline tried to stand up on his lap, so he readjusted her so she was sitting down. She cried a little in his lap. She was very restless today.

"Did you put her down for her nap?" He was supposed to put her down while I took a nap myself. I've been feeling exhausted from the pregnancy lately.

"Uh…"

"Edward!"

"I thought she would be fine without it. I just th - "

"She gets unbelievably fussy when she doesn't take her nap." I scolded him. "No wonder she's acting like this." I looked over at Aveline, who was crying in Edward's grasp. I sighed and wiped the tears with my thumbs and frowned. "My poor baby." Her bottom lip was whimpering. "Let me hold her."

"Bella, you're not supposed to be picking her up."

"I'll be fine." I said, and put her on my lap. She barely fit with the size of my bulging stomach, but I somehow managed to fit her on my knee. Ava looked up at me with watering eyes, and I instantly knew she was tired. Why didn't he put her down for her nap? I wanted to yell at him for forgetting, but before I could, a nurse came out and called my name.

I looked at Edward for help. He smiled, and took Aveline from me, then grabbed my hand to help me up.

"Oh!" I said as I got up.

"You okay?"

"Yeah." I said, walking towards the nurse with the clipboard. "It's just a lot harder getting up when you have another person inside of you."

We walked back into the room, where the nurse helped me onto the bed with the wrinkly paper. I lay back and put my hands on my belly, looking at Edward. He was sitting in the chair next to the examination table, holding Ava in his arms. Her head rested on his shoulder and her eyes were fighting to stay open. What a stubborn little girl she was!

"Is she asleep?" He whispered.

"Not yet." I whispered back. "She will soon. Maybe we should have brought the stroller."

Edward chuckled. "Maybe."

Soon after the doctor walked in. She asked a few questions while she washed her hands, and typed some things into her laptop. I watched while she did the routine I had come to learn. (In the past year I've been to the doctor's office one too many times.)

I asked her a question about traveling. Since Alice insisted on getting marred so far away - San Francisco, for god's sake! - we would have to fly there. We were lucky - only family got the luxury of flying there. All the other ninety somewhat people will have to drive the tedious thirteen hours.

"You should be fine. Any further along and I'd have to say no. But you've been in good health, and flying won't hurt you or the baby." The doctor smiled. "Where are you guys headed?"

"San Francisco for my sister's wedding." He smiled.

She then sat on the chair, and swiveled towards the ultrasound machine. "Well, tell her I said congratulations!" She then squirted the gel onto my enormous stomach and rubbed her hands together. "Let's get this ultrasound started!"

A few minutes into it, she finally commented. "Oh, wow. What a big baby!" She exclaimed out loud, then stopped herself, as though she meant to keep it to herself.

"Really?" I asked. That wasn't good. I don't want to deliver a huge baby!

"I could be wrong." She said. "But she looks healthy. Very healthy." Edward grabbed my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze when she said this. "We're planning on March 1 for delivery, so just over a month."

"Agh. So close."

"It'll fly by!" We both laughed. "Hm. So, there's the head." She pointed to the screen. "Then the feet… hands… and tummy." The doctor turned off the ultrasound machine, and handed us the pictures that they had taken. "I don't see anything. She looks perfect. But we're going to check the heartbeat as well."

I nodded, and waited anxiously for her to check the heartbeat. I love listening to the heart. Maybe even more than the ultrasound. I love the way it sounds. I closed my eyes and let the doctor do her work. It took her a while to find it - probably because of the size of my goddamn stomach - but once she found it, I was overwhelmed by the emotion that struck my heart.

"She has a strong heartbeat." The nurse said quietly.

I nodded my head and continued to listen. It sounded like a train rushing by. I smiled at how funny it sounded. At how perfect it sounded. How beautiful. We must have listened for five minutes before she switched it up.

"Well, that's it for today. Next time we meet, Miss…" She paused. "What's the name?"

I looked at Edward and groaned. "Either Lucy or Laina."

"You can just call her Laina." Edward chimed in. I glared at him. The doctor laughed.

"Well, she'll be here next time we meet! And that's all that matters." She smiled. "We'll just clean you up then you'll be good to go."

After cleaning the gel after my stomach, I grabbed onto Edward's arm, and we headed back towards the car. Aveline was dead asleep in his arms, like I figured would happen. I was just hoping that this wouldn't affect her sleep tonight. I don't want to be up all night the day before we leave for California.

Nonetheless, we drove home with a sleeping baby in the backseat. Music was humming softly while Edward drove and I looked at the ultrasound pictures. It was hard to see, but looking at them just makes me feel so happy.

I didn't feel like cooking when we got back to the house, so Edward cooked for me while I cuddled on the couch with the t.v. on. Aveline was in her bed sleeping soundly, and food was on the way. We even ate it on the couch together since it was just the two of us.

"I present our gourmet meal of macaroni and cheese."

"Mmm. Delish." I said, taking the plate from him and digging in.

"What are you watching?"

"Long Island Medium."

"Sounds… interesting."

"Shh. You're ruining the moment. She's giving a reading to this woman who lost her son. How rude." I teased him, nudging my shoulder into his. He laughed at me, and started watching the show.

He normally doesn't watch things like this. Anything considered "haunted," that is. And when you put "reality t.v." in front of that, definitely not. But he actually seemed to enjoy it. Not that I can blame him. It's a fairly good show for something on TLC. Better than the other stupid shows they play, like Toddlers and Tiaras.

When it went to commercial, he looked over at me. "What time are you going to bed?"

I blinked. "Edward. It's seven twenty."

"I know, silly girl. I meant later."

"Oh." I thought for a minute. "Maybe around nine, since we're leaving early tomorrow." We had to leave at the crack of dawn, since Alice booked our flight for five in the morning, which meant we had to be there for four in the morning.

Not even an hour after I said this, I was passed out on the coach.

"Do have the suitcases? Diaper bag? Toiletries?"

"For the fifth time, yes, yes, and yes."

"We're leaving for four days. I want to make sure that we have everything."

The clock was blinking 3:50. We were already running behind schedule. That made my brain hurt, my stress level go through the roof, and not to mention the suddenly hormonal outburst. And all I want is fries. But I can't have that because nothing is open this early.

Edward was about to say something, but I interrupted him. "Just forget it. Okay? Let's just get out of here." I stopped myself. "Don't forget the stroller."

"Bella. Go to the car."

"You don't have to talk to me like that."

He sighed. "Love, would you please go to the car?"

"Yes. I will." I said, grabbing two of the bags from the floor and slumping them over my shoulder as I waddled out of the house. This is the only time all of us have been out of the house. It's also our first family vacation, which was exciting.

I made my way down to the car and waited for the two of them to come. It took a little longer than usual, since Edward was dragging a handful of suitcases, along with a baby. I had offered to help, but he didn't want me walking around more than needed.

Typical Edward.

Ten minutes later, at around four in the morning, he was hurrying towards the car. He strapped Aveline in, and threw the stuff into the back.

"Airport time." He said excitedly as he buckled his seatbelt.

"Let's hurry. We're going to be late."

"We'll be fine."

It pissed me off that he was right. He was always right. In fact, we got there a little early. And once we checked in, we had fifteen minutes to spare. So while we waited, Edward got me the fries I had wanted to badly. I didn't even care that people were questioning me. I'm eight months pregnant, and if I want fries, I'm getting fries. I ate them in five minutes, too, which I'm sure gave me even more stares.

When it was time to board, I held onto our carry-ons while Edward carried Aveline, who was dead asleep, onto the plane. We took our seats, Aveline on the end, me in the middle, and Edward by the aisle.

Ava woke up at the sudden commotion. People were talking, and the lights were all on. I lifted up the arm seat and let her lay down on my lap. She fell back asleep instantly. I was dreading when it was time to take off. She'd have to sit up, and would probably throw a fit.

I was pleasantly surprised when she didn't. She cried a little, more than likely feeling confused with us taking off, and being woken up in a strange place. I was expecting a full-out tantrum. Instead, she looked at me with watery green eyes, and looked around the room. I grabbed her hand and smiled at her.

"We're flying." I whispered. "Like Tinkerbelle."

She didn't seem to hear me. But after fifteen minutes, when we were finally up in the air and soaring smoothly, she curled up in a little ball, and fell back asleep. I laughed a little at the position she was in, before I leaned into Edward for a comfortable two hour flight.

Boy, was I wrong.

It would be just my luck to feel intense morning sickness while we're 4,000 miles above the ground, on a plane, and in public. It hit me out of nowhere, too. One second I was cuddling with Edward, and murmuring quickly about this and that, and the next - bam!, sick to my stomach.

"Edward, I don't feel so well…"

"What do you mean?"

"I think I'm going to - " I put my hand to my chest and swallowed. "Oh, god. Pass me that bag, pass me the bag."

"What bag?"

"I don't care! A bag!"

"But that's the dia - "

I grabbed it from his hands and puked into it, completely ruining all of the diapers, toys, and the bag itself. I dropped it onto my lap and stared ahead, still feeling a little nauseous and light headed. Just as Edward began to ask me if I was alright, I puked again.

"Edward." I said quietly.

"Um, yes… honey?"

"Can you throw that away? I'm going to the bathroom for a minute."

"Alright, well, um, you do that…"

I stood up from my seat and walked back to the bathroom. A few people stared, but once they say my baby bump, they nodded in understanding. Never mind me, I wanted to say, Just the pregnant lady who threw up on the plane coming through. No big deal. But instead, I breathed deeply and locked myself in the bathroom.

I rinsed my face with cold water, and wet a few pieces of my hair that were stuck to my face, and sticky with spit. I then grabbed the ponytail from my wrist and put my hair up. There was so much of it. I wanted to cut it off. I sighed and looked at my pale reflection one last time before I waddled back to my seat.

I sat back down and rested my head against Edward. He wrapped his arm around me and ran his hand up and down my arm soothingly. I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing. Damn morning sickness always comes at the most inconvenient times.

Lucky for us, the remainder of the flight was seemingly uneventful. When it was light outside, I opened the window and held Aveline up so she could see outside. Her green eyes widened, and she was suddenly occupied for the remaining thirty minutes.

But when it was time to land, we buckled her back in, and she fussed a little over that, but I held her hand, and kept her occupied while the plane went back to the ground. I started clapping when landed, and Aveline joined in, squealing as she did.

"Thank you for flying Delta Airlines." The pilot came over the intercom. "You may now make your way to the nearest exit."

The people on the plane were surprisingly kind to us. They didn't see us as two knocked up teenagers - they respected the fact that I was pregnant by waiting for me to get out of my seat so I wouldn't be trampled by the long line behind.

I mouthed a "thank you" to the woman holding up the line for me, and we got off of the plane. As hungry as I was, we had to get our bags first. (That's where the stash of peanut butter was hidden anyway.) I held Aveline's hand while Edward rushed up to the carousel of luggage to grab out stuff. Once we had it, we headed outside to flag down a taxi, where we would head to our hotel, which was paid for, courtesy of Alice.

The drive there took forever, mainly because of the traffic, but it was nice to see the city, even if it was from inside of a nasty taxi cab. Once we finally got there, Edward tipped the guy, and we went inside to check in.

"Hi, we're here for a wedding… we have a reservation under Cullen." Edward said to the woman behind the desk. She had long, dead straight, red hair, and big brown eyes. She typed into her computer, and pulled it up, then handed us our room key, wishing us a nice stay.

We took the elevator up to the room. I was happy to be here. It was already a breath of fresh air. Sometimes getting away from home is exactly what you need. Escaping from chaos is always perfection.

The room was nice. There was one bed, and in the closet, a pack-n-play for Aveline. There was also a television, and a couch, and a mini fridge, which we immediately stocked up with all of the food we brought. I grabbed the peanut butter and ate it with a spoon from the bottle.

Aveline ran around the room, exploring the unfamiliar place. Her little feet padded against the soft carpet, and she breathed deeply as she ran back and forth repeatedly. I took my shoes off and collapsed on the bed.

Was it really only eight o'clock?

Edward sat down next to me and put his hand on my thigh. I looked at him. "Hey?"

"Hey." He said, laying down on the bed next to me. He brushed a strand of hair that had falling from my bun behind my ear and smiled. Before I could smile back, his lips were against mine with a little more force than I had expected. His hands were rested just above my belly, and inches away from my breasts. Our eyes locked for a long moment.

"Not now." I whispered.

"Why not?" He whispered back.

I looked at Aveline, who was still continually running through the hotel like there were ants in her pants.

"Okay, I guess you're right." He dropped his hands, but pulled me closer to him. "This will do for now."

I snuggled closer to him. "For now."

After an hour of sitting around the hotel room, eating, and getting dressed, we decided it would be a good idea to check out the city and start day one of our family vacation. Aveline was wearing black pants and a white and black striped shirt, along with a thick jacket and a hat for warmth. Edward put her in the stroller, and we headed outside.

We didn't want to do too much today, so we decided to go to a children's museum. The sign said it was hands on, so Aveline would have some fun with all of the things they had to do. I just hoped that my feet would hold out for it.

There were lots of different colors and games and lights when we entered the museum. Aveline looked at all of them in wonder, her green eyes lighting up. Edward knelt beside her and pointed to a bunch of different things. She banged her hands against the stroller and fought against the buckle. He unbuckled it for her, and she ran towards some life sized piano you could walk on.

When she took a step, she jumped a little at the noise. Once she realized how it worked, she ran back and forth on the keys, screaming with happiness the entire time. I grabbed onto Edward and watched as her little face lit up with pure joy.

I think she could have stayed there for the rest of the day, but we had to drag her away when other kids wanted a turn. She wasn't too happy about that - she's not used to having to share -, so she threw a little tantrum.

"Ava. Those kids want a turn."

"I-I-I I wanna…." Her voice broke off and she started screaming.

Edward and I both sighed and wheeled the stroller next to a little bench. I took a seat, and held both of Aveline's hands in mine.

"Sweetie, I know that you want to play." I ran my hands through her long hair. "But you need to share with the other kids, just like you're going to share with your baby sister." She sniffled as I continued on. "Are you going to share with your sister?"

"No."

Edward snorted. I gave him a look before returning my attention back to my crying toddler. "That's not very nice. You hurt the baby's feelings." I said, putting my hand on my stomach. "You need to say sorry."

It took her a while. She stomped her feet for a little while and looked around the room like she was trying to delay it. But finally, she looked up and me and said, "sorry." She put her hand on my belly and patted it a few times. I laughed and kissed her on the head.

"What a good big sister." I said to her. Edward held his hand out and helped me back up. Aveline ran in the middle of us and grabbed my hand, while Edward pushed the stroller, walking as close to me as he possibly could.

I'd never felt more like a family than now.

Hope you liked it! It's weird having Ava grow up. I feel like she's still a baby…! That's sad. Anyway, I have some news. But it's not relating to the story, so skip it if you wish!

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