HI! I wrote this in a hotel room. (Story of my life.) Kind of a delayed update because I worked for a few days, just cleaning out some ladies house, and then went on vacation! And it's not easy writing when you're not at home, let me tell you. I seem to do it a lot, though. ;) Thanks for all of the reviews last chapter! So wonderful. I'm less than 20 away from 600! (Ahh!) THANK YOU I LOVE YOU ALL.
Sorry for the short chapter. :/

BPOV

The day of Alice's wedding had finally arrived. The rest of the wedding party had just flown in the night before, and since then, everything has been mass chaos. I suddenly went from having a carefree, relaxing family vacation to full-blown havoc.

Alice was being... well, Alice. More so that her wedding was in less than twelve hours. She printed out a god damn itinerary for everyone to follow - and heaven forbid that I get out of bed three minutes later than she wanted me too. It was literally 6:03 in the morning when I heard pounding on my door along and my phone exploding with texts.

I groaned loudly and rolled out of bed. I waddled over to the door and flung it open. Alice was standing on the other side in a silky pink robe with her arms crossed over her chest. "You were supposed to be in my room three minutes ago."

"You're kidding me. Right?"

"You really think I'd be joking on my wedding day?!"

"You're going to have to give me five minutes so I can wake up my SLEEPING one year old, and my husband, who was up with her all goddamn night long." I snapped. This clearly wasn't my morning. Then again, most wouldn't be happy with a wake up call like this so early. Before she could answer, I closed the door in her face and walked back over to the bed.

Edward was laying down with her arms folded behind his head. I stood by the edge of the bed and gave him a look that clearly said 'get up.'

"I know. I heard the whole thing." He said with a sigh as he pushed the tangled mess of blankets off of his legs.

"Get Aveline up." I instructed. "I'm pulling out some clothes to wear."

Though I had told Alice five minutes, it took around ten. Aveline was not happy being up so early, and wouldn't stop screaming until we made her a bottle of milk. (I couldn't be bothered to give her a sippy cup this morning, even if we've been trying to ween her off of it.) I changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt. Aveline was in her pajamas, and Edward slipped into a casual pair of jeans. I hitched the diaper bag over my shoulder and we walked over to Alice's hotel room, where she had already transformed into even more of a bridezilla than before.

It was like my wedding times thirty. We didn't leave the room. Alice had everyone coming to us. Professional hairdressers, people to do our nails and makeup, someone to make sure everything was matching. I had to admit that it was a little over the top, but I kept my mouth shut and did as Alice asked. I didn't want to upset her even more than I already had, even if she has gotten (and probably is) over it by now.

Aveline was fairly fussy, which I expected. She sat with her toys and cried for a good half hour, until Edward rushed into the rescue and picked her up. He walked her around the loud hotel room, bouncing her up and down slowly, and whispering to her, until she finally drifted into a light sleep. That's when he excused himself so she could go down for a nap - he had clearly learned his lesson from the other day.

I sighed as I waited for not only my hair to get done, but also the lunch that was being brought. Alice had volunteered Emmett to run over to a pizza place and pick up the fifteen pizzas that she pre-ordered, and they were on the way now. I put my hand on my belly and rubbed it slowly while I waited.

Not even ten minutes later, Edward wandered back into the room with Ava. I raised my eyebrow in question, and he laughed. "She woke up the second I put her down. She doesn't like to be put down."

"Evidently - oh!" Edward's eyes widened and I laughed. "No, no, it's just the baby kicking." I grabbed his free hand and pressed it against the side of my enormous belly. "Do you feel it?"

"Damn." He whispered. "She's really kicking!"

"Oh, trust me, I know." I patted my stomach three times. "I think it just means that she's happy. Or, that's what I like to think at least."

The kicking felt like flutters on the side of my stomach. It's something that I don't think I'll ever be able to explain, other than that it's the most beautiful thing I'll ever feel. Every time she kicks is a constant reminder that there's another life growing inside of me. And that's definitely something to think about. It's wonderful.

It wasn't long before the pizza arrived. Everyone cheered when Emmett burst through the door with boxes an boxes of pizza piled in his ridiculously muscular arms. Myself included. Edward put Aveline on a chair and rushed over to help him set them all down. Once it was all set up, there was a mad rush for the food. I let out a deep breath and pushed myself up from my seat quickly, which proved to be the biggest mistake I would make.

The moment I stood up, I felt a faint pain rise in my belly. It was short, ending almost as quickly as it started, but it hurt like hell. I put both of my hands on my lower back and squeezed my eyes shut. "Holy shit." I mumbled. Nobody else seemed to have noticed. I took a minute to catch my breath before I grabbed some water along with three slices of pizza.

I took my time as I made my way back to my seat, and once I was finally sitting back down again, I drank the entire bottle of water, and slowly chewed on my pizza. It was hot and cheesey - perfect. I quickly ate all three slices, then asked Edward to get me some more. He grinned, and hurried back to the pizza boxes to get me some more before they all ran out. I leaned back in my chair and put my hands on either side of my belly.

I ate the pizza Edward brought over to me just as quickly as the three slices before. I don't know how many slices I ended up eating overall, but I do know that it was a lot. Eight, maybe nine slices. The quantity of how much food I eat while I'm pregnant doesn't ever concern me - I have another person to support. It's like I'm eating for two for nine months.

After everyone finished eating, it was back to "wedding mode." A woman came over to me and started working on my feet, which I was honestly excited about. I love soaking my feet in the hot tub of soapy water (it really helps with my swelling feet). With my hands still pressed to me belly, I closed my eyes as she massaged my feet, and painted my toenails.

Edward was sitting on the arm of the chair next to me, while Ava sat in the seat. She was still working on her pizza that we had cut up into tiny pieces. He rested his hand on my shoulder and smiled at me. I smiled back and leaned my head into him.

"Having fun yet?" He teased.

"If it weren't for the free pedicure I'd be out of here." I told him, and he laughed. "I mean, who doesn't want a fr - " I felt that light pain again in the same place as before. I tightened my grip on my stomach and bit my lip.

"What's wrong?!" Edward asked.

"Oh, nothing. Just the baby kicking again." I lied. Edward cocked his head to the side like he didn't believe me. "It really is. I'm fine. She's just kicking a lot today."

"Alright, if you're sure..."

"Yes. I'm sure." I said between my teeth.

But of course I wasn't sure. I knew it wasn't the baby kicking. I knew exactly what the problem was.

I looked over at Alice, who already seemed to be glowing. Her nails were painted perfectly, and she was having her hair done. There were beautiful, intricate braids, and curls, and extensions being clipped into to make her pixie cut longer for the night. She was talking on the phone to someone - Jasper, maybe - and laughing as she did. She looked happy. I frowned. I couldn't ruin her wedding day with this.

I bit my lip and counted back as the pain eventually died down. The contraction was twenty minutes away from the last one. I glanced over at the clock. The wedding started exactly three hours from now. I figured it I made it through the ceremony, I could tell Edward to jump in the car, and we could go. If this is the real thing. It could be false labor again. I crossed my fingers that that was the case. I wasn't about the ruin Alice's big day.

As time went by, the pain got worse and worse, and people were starting to notice. I felt the energy drained out of me, and even with what felt like five pounds of makeup, some were commenting on my pale skin and pained expression. I closed my eyes and tried to relax. This felt more like real labor than Braxton Hicks - it was far too painful. I had no clue how I was going to make it down that aisle. Or if, for that matter.

I knew I should have been on my way to the hospital. The contractions were nearing ten minutes apart now. But it wasn't until later - much later - that I finally said something. The clock was blinking five, two hours since the first contraction, and it was time for the entire wedding party to pile into the limo that was waiting downstairs. Everyone looked pretty and perfect, especially Alice. Had I not been hiding the seriousness of my pain, I would have been twinging with jealously.

"To the limo!" Alice commanded.

"To the limo!" We all repeated, and headed for the door.

I gripped onto the sides of the chair and pushed myself off of my feet. The pain was unbearable standing up. I gasped, and put my hand to my stomach. Edward, who had just picked up Aveline, froze, and stared at me. "Bella. What's wrong?"

I started crying. "I can't do this... I'm sorry..."

He put Ava back down and rushed over to me. "Sweetheart, what - "

I started breathing heavily. "The baby." I panted. "Is coming."

"Are you sure it isn't Braxton Hicks again?"

"YES I'm sure." I screamed. "I've been having contractions for two goddamn hours now!"

"Why didn't you - "

"What's wrong?" Alice asked. She had just wandered back into the room, as though she were waiting for us. "The limo is outside. We're heading off to the ceremony. We don't want to be late."

"Bella's in labor." Edward said as he helped me back into my seat.

I tried to focus on my breathing. In, out, In, out. "Yeah." I leaned my head back and cried. My voice went up an octave as I ranted on. "I'm so sorry Alice. I tried to ignore it but it just hurts so much. I'm so sorry. This is your day..." Another contraction. I clutched onto my belly and breathed in deeply. "Oh my god."

"I've got to get her to a hospital."

"I'm sure the limo could drop you off there." Alice said frantically.

"Edddwaarrddd." I sobbed. "Get our stuff from the room..."

"We can't go anywhere until we call the hospital."

"I'll look up the number." Alice offered.

"Alice, you're going to be late for your wedding. You need to go."

She looked conflicted.

"Please." I managed to spit out. "I want you to go. It's your wedding. Don't worry about me." I forced a smile onto my lips. "Congratulations, Alice. I'm so happy for you."

She smiled. "You too, Bella." She gave me a hug, then turned to Edward. "Call me as soon as you get to the hospital, alright?"

He nodded as he flipped through the phone book. I knew that he was moving as quickly as he could, but it didn't feel fast enough. I was moaning and crying even louder as the seconds went by. I needed some kind of damn medication, and I needed it now. Aveline was sitting on the floor and looking at me a little oddly.

I looked down at her and reached out to grab her hand.

"Your sister is on the way." I said. "She'll be here soon."

"Baby..." She repeated.

"Yes... baby..."

"I'm a baby."

I laughed a little. "Yes, you are a baby."

Edward had finally gotten through to the hospital. I mumbled a quick "thank god," and kicked my feet impatiently against the carpet floor. He spoke quickly into the receiver, so quickly that I could hardly hear him. I was just happy that he was in contact with a hospital.

After a long lived five minutes, he put the phone down and came over to me.

"Can we go yet?"

"Not yet. They said to wait until they're closer together, baby."

"What?!" I shrieked.

"Shh. It's okay, baby. It's okay." He tried to reassure me. "It's going to be alright. Come on, let's go lay on the bed."

He helped me up, and we slowly made our way to the hotel bed. I fell into the soft sheets, and tried to find a comfortable position to lay in. Nothing was working. Edward gave me more ideal clothes to wear, and even helped me change into them. Just as I had pulled the shirt over my head, another contraction hit. This one had been ten minutes apart from the other - the same as last time. We were no closer to getting to the hospital than before. I groaned loudly and buried my head into the closet pillow I could find.

Edward was doing his best. He was running all over the hotel room getting me everything that I could possibly need. He got me water four times, rubbed my back twice, fluffed my pillows, got me another blanket, turned the AC on, and sat down with me until I realized that this pain was too much for me to handle.

"Screw the doctor's." I whispered to him an hour later. "I need to get to the hospital now."

"Honey, I think we should - "

"Take me to the goddamn hospital right now, or so help me God Edward, I will - "

"Okay, okay. Hospital time it is."

When a woman in labor says it's time to go to the hospital, it's time to go to the hospital.

He carefully grabbed onto my arms and helped me up. It hurt like hell as I stood up, and I desperately wanted to sit right back down. But I knew that if I did, this baby would end up being born in a hotel room, and I was not having that. It was already bad enough that we were thousands of miles away from home.

The walk down to the car was the worst. We got some strange stairs from people in the elevator. (It's not every day you see a woman in labor in the elevator of a hotel.) And some equally as strange stares from everyone in the lobby. Especially when another contraction hit as we were walking through. I whimpered loud enough for them all to hear, but at this point, I could care less. I just needed a damn doctor.

It felt like déjà vu getting into the car and driving to the hospital, because only just over a year ago, we were going through exactly the same thing. The same pain, the same agony, the same nerves. And as I slid into the front seat, I repeated the same words that I had last time.

"Let's go have a baby."

I didn't want to end it there. Sorry. :( But I did. Give me name suggestions! Laina or Lucy? Thanks fore reading and I hope you all loved it!

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Xoxo,
Halley.