Thank you SO much, Sherry (Banshee69) for all your help, I couldn't have done this without you. I don't own Twilight, SM does. RATED M for content and language.

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Being at work looking at a bunch of numbers is the last thing I want to do, but I have the town's budget I have to deal with. I've been slacking lately, to say the least, and I'm a little behind on things.

I had promised Bella that I would be there for her, for all her doctor's appointments, and up till today, I've kept that promise.

I've been so wrapped up with the pregnancy, the divorce, finding out about Tanya's affair, and her trying to get custody of the baby. I had totally forgot about Bella having a checkup today.

I feel like shit, but Bella being the supportive person that she is, told me it was fine. Alice is going to go with her, and that makes me feel better.

This will probably be her last office visit, hopefully, before she goes into labor. The weekly visits to the doctor have been stressful for her, and she just wants to get the baby out.

I'm having conflicting emotions. I'm excited, nervous, and anxious. I just want to see what the little nudger is? Every ultrasound we've had, his legs were crossed, blocking the view.

Bella's stomach has really dropped, and I can't keep my hands off of it. I'm constantly talking to nudger, causing him to kick. He likes the sound of my voice.

Bella thinks it's a girl. She says women's intuition is always right. I told her, he's a boy. My little nudger kicks like he's fielding a goal. She just rolls her eyes and laughs.

Either way, neither of us cares. We just want a happy, healthy baby.

"Mr. Cullen." Maggie, my secretary buzzes me.

"Yes, Maggie." I rub my eyes as I answer the intercom.

"There's someone here to see you, a Mr. Thompson."

I furrow my brows. I don't know anyone by that name? "Okay, send him in."

I stand up in order to greet the man as he saunters in. "Edward Cullen?" He questions. Reaching out his hand.

I go to shake his hand. "Yes, I'm Edward Cullen. What can…?

"You've been served." He slaps an envelope into my hand.

"What?" I look from him to the envelope and back.

He just smirks at me, turns around and leaves.