I used to think that this story would be too short, now I'm wondering if it'll be under 70 chapters!

Also, sorry for the big time jump. Nothing has really happened apart from regular fighting and pregnancy woes. ;)

Finally . . . Merry Christmas! Here's two early chapters as my present to everyone!

XLVIII

(BPOV) Next winter . . .

"I feel so bloated," I sighed, looking down at my stomach. It had grown so much.

"That's just a healthy baby," Elizabeth smiled.

"It's true," Carlisle smiled, "You're carrying a decently sized baby to have grown so much."

"You know," I said with a roll of my eyes, "strangely enough, this is not helping my self-image."

They laughed.

"Look at me, Bella," Alice said, trying to comfort me, "I'm a small person to begin with. I've grown so much, I'm afraid to show my face to the city!" She motioned to herself, "I look like an apple with a thin stick through it!"

"I look so fat, no matter what I wear," Rosalie sighed.

Edward Sr. smiled, "Don't worry girls. As soon as you give birth to those babies, you won't be fat. You actually might be a little thinner. Elizabeth was like that after giving birth to Edward."

"That's because I was sick at the time," Elizabeth smirked, "I'm surprised Edward wasn't."

"It truly was a miracle."

I smiled and then felt something. I looked down and bit back a gasp at the sight of my wet dress, God, did I just wet myself?

I relaxed and decided not to move until everyone is out of the room. Then, maybe I can sneak out with minimal embarrassment. Twenty minutes later of praying no one would notice, a burst of pain made me gasp and bend forward a bit.

"Bella?" Edward Sr. asked, "Are you okay?"

"I-I just felt a burst of pain," I gasped.

Carlisle came to me immediately and gasped, "You're going into childbirth, Bella! The baby's coming!"

Alice and Rosalie both groaned and doubled like I did.

"You're all going into childbirth!"

"Is that possible?" Esme asked.

"It happens sometimes for women who have spent a great deal of time around each other."

Rosalie gasped, "W-What should we do?"

He helped me up slowly, "First, let's get you back to your rooms. You'll be more comfortable on the beds."

I nodded and the adults guided us to our rooms. Carlisle laid me down on the bed and Elizabeth sat beside me. I felt fear whelm up and my breathing heaved a little.

Elizabeth kissed my forehead, "It's okay, Bella. Relax. I'm here."

I nodded and tried to relax. I had a feeling I was going to be here a while.

About 5 hours later . . .

I gasped as the bursts of pain merged. My hands twisted in the sheets above my head and tears came to my eyes.

"Push, Bella," Elizabeth urged.

I complied, feeling awkward.

"You're doing fine, Bella," Carlisle smiled, "The baby's coming. You're almost there."

Edward Sr. and Esme were preparing for the baby by getting some blankets and water. Alice and Rosalie were in there own rooms, not as far along as I was but getting there.

I took gasps of breath as the pain increased. God, it hurt so much! I was practically in tears.

"Almost there Bella," Carlisle smiled, "I can see the baby. Push!"

"I'm pushing!" I cried back, almost laughing at how childish I was being.

A few more pushes later and my ears heard a baby's crying. I relaxed, panting as Elizabeth kissed my forehead again, "Well done, Bella."

I tiredly wiped some of my sweaty hair from my eyes.

"It's a handsome boy," Carlisle smiled as Edward Sr. gently wiped off the blood on his crying grandson.

Elizabeth squeled a little and hugged me, "Oh thank you Bella!"

I was about to respond when the pain returned and I groaned.

"Bella?"

"It still hurts!"

Edward Sr. looked at me and gasped, "Carlisle, she's having another!"

Carlisle rushed back to me, "He's right! Bella, you're having twins!"

"That's wonderful," I said, rolling my eyes, "but can we move along. I don't know how much longer I can stay conscience."

"R-Right!" He resumed his position in front of me and, after many pushes and pants, another baby's wail reached my ears.

I slumped against the bed, panting as if I had run for hours. I felt like I could faint and never wake up.

"It's a girl," Carlisle smiled.

Elizabeth snaked her arms around me, "Oh, Bella! You've given us a grandson and granddaughter! I'm so grateful."

I sighed and weakly replied, "I'm glad."

They put my babies in a crib a craftsman from the city had given me and pulled the crib over to the bed. Elizabeth helped me sit up and we all looked at the newborns. I was so weak, I slumped against Elizabeth. Tears came to my eyes for some reason but I managed to choke them back a little.

"They're so beautiful," Esme whispered.

"They're so small," I breathed, hardly believing they were mine.

"Yes," Carlisle said, "but this isn't far from what a regular size is. That's why I was so surprised that you were having twins. You didn't grow nearly big enough."

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" I asked, too tired to fully understand.

Suddenly, Rosalie and Alice both screamed.

"They're further along," Carlisle whispered.

"Go," I said, "They need you more than I do. I'll be okay."

They bolted off and I was left alone. Well, not completely alone. I looked down at the crib and my heart started swelling. My children.

I reached down and gently brushed my son's cheek. Then, I touched my daughter's forehead.

I wish Charlie was here to see this, I thought, and Renee and . . . Edward.

I leaned back against the headboard and thought about Edward. God, I missed him. We had started writing letters to each other but then the French circled around them and communication was impossible. He couldn't risk the French finding out where his family was but promised to write to me once it was safe.

The two babies moved a little and whimpered. I stroked them gently to soothe them. I smiled at my daughter, "I know what I'm naming you, my lovely Isabelle." My gaze shifted to my son, "However, your father and I never decided on a name for you . . ."

I sat for a while, going through names; half-listening to Alice' and Rosalie's screams as they gave birth; and trying to get rid of the feeling of extreme discomfort in between my legs.

Suddenly, a name came to me and I almost laughed at how perfect it was, "You shall be, little Masen Cullen."

So, how was that? I didn't want to put in details of childbirth for obvious reasons of disgust but it should be at least glazed over, right?

What does everyone think of the son's name? I know Edward III is medieval and perfect for the context but . . . I guess this could be a way for Bella to keep Edward's birth name alive a little longer. Plus, I'm not sure how I can have three Edwards and write it so everyone knows who is who.