Thank you to Kara (StillDreaming85) & Sherry (Banshee69) for all your help. I don't own Twilight, SM does. The subject matter of 9-11 is what gives it a M rating, so if you're triggered by that then please do not read.
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POV- Bella
We were sitting in the waiting room and the way Edward is fidgeting is making me nervous. I whisper to him "What is going on with you?"
He looks at me in confusion. "Huh, what do you mean?"
"You're all," I wave my hand around him. "I don't know… jittery."
He looks around the room while rubbing his hands up and down his jeans. "They keep staring at me." His eyes darting around the room.
I tilt my head in confusion. "What are you talking about? Who's staring at you?"
He tips his head toward the other part of the waiting room and widens his eyes dramatically. "Them. The pregnant women."
I try to be as subtle as I can as I look around the room. Sure enough - they're looking at him.
I side-eye him and whisper. "Well, maybe they just appreciate the fact that there's a man in a gynecologist office?" I comfort him.
"They're looking at me like I'm something to eat, Isabella." He all but hisses.
"You do look pretty tasty," I mumble.
He turns to look at me. "What was that?"
"I wish they would hurry."
"Oh, okay."
The door to the back opens and the nurse announces. "Bella Black."
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A/N:
Did any of you catch onto the significance of this part of the story?