I bet you all that my husband will be home shortly, saying his tummy hurts and that he can't go to a work party tonight. I bet you all ten bucks. Seriously. He hates work parties. Apparently the ladies at work can't get enough of him. Fortunately, I know I'm the only woman in the world who could love all of his quirks. The man child brigade, for instance. I know of no other woman who can deal with them the way I do.

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BPOV

I love Thanksgiving. I love the smells, the food, the warmth…the family. Everyone just gets along at Thanksgiving. Even my parents and Edward.

"You okay?" Edward asked, coming up behind me. I was standing in the dining room, gazing out the picture window. He encircled his strong arms around me and leaned down to rest his chin on my shoulder.

"Yeah." I said, inhaling his familiar scent and smiling. "I was just thinking."

"Oh? About what?" He murmured, and I tilted my head to skim my nose against the stubble on his cheek.

"How, at this time next year, we'll have a daughter." I whispered, and Edward broke into a huge smile.

His hands rubbed my stomach gently, and he turned me around gently to face him. "I can't wait." He said, the crooked smile still gracing his face. "I love you so much, Bella. Thank you."

I raised my eyebrows but couldn't stop smiling. "For what?" I asked.

"For loving me." Edward said simply, bringing his hand up to trace the curve of cheek. "And for bringing our child into the world. I know things have been hard on you lately, and I wanted you to know that you are the most treasured thing in my life." His words brought tears to my eyes, and he instantly kissed them away as they slowly escaped down my cheeks. "You, Bella, are what I am thankful for."

"I'm thankful for you, too. I love you." I replied, and he leaned down to kiss me firmly on the lips. "We should get back to everyone." I sighed, gesturing towards the living room. "I don't want to be a bad hostess."

Edward chuckled and shook his head, then took my hand in his and we walked into the living room.

"About time you two joined us!" Emmet called the second we entered the room. "Were you getting it on!?" Edward rolled his eyes and smacked him across the back of his head.

"Grow up, Emmet." I said sharply as we sat down on the couch next to Alice and Jasper, who were snuggling up next to each other.

"Bella, we've gotta get going." My mom said, standing up from her chair in the corner. "We've got a long drive back home."

"Are you sure you can't stay?" I asked, getting up to give my parents a hug.

"You've got a house full, Bella. Besides, we have plans tomorrow. But thanks for having us, honey. It was delicious." My mom said, kissing the top of my head and then patting my stomach. "But don't worry, we'll be back to see our grandchild soon enough."

I grinned and hugged my dad. I was literally counting down the days until the baby would be born. I couldn't wait for this new part of my life to start.

We all said our goodbyes to my parents, and then Alice and Jasper decided it was time for them to get home too. It was already eleven o'clock, so we got Elizabeth all situated on the pull out couch and decided to call it a night. Emmet and Rosalie retreated to the spare bedroom, and Edward and I headed to bed as well.

But once again, I found myself waking up in the middle of the night. This time, I had a reason to.

My back was killing me, and I panicked.

I was only eight months pregnant. This wasn't labor, was it? If the baby was born now, would there be something wrong with her. I got out of bed, clenching my fists against the pain in my back. Edward shifted obliviously in his sleep, and I bit my lip at the same moment I felt a wave of fluid wash over my feet.

This is labor, make no mistakes.

"Edward!" I shook his shoulder frantically as I pulled my damp socks off. "For gods sake, Edward, wake up!" I begged, and he finally opened his eyes.

"What's wrong?" He asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes.

"I'm in labor." I said through my teeth, pulling my clothes on and grabbing the suitcase I had just packed the week before. "We have to go."

Edward stared at me for a moment, his mouth wide open. "What? You're only eight months!" He said frantically, finally getting out of bed and yanking his clothes on.

"Well, I don't think the baby cares." I said, pulling my hair into a ponytail and thrusting my suitcase at him. "Just get me to the damn hospital." I groaned, doubling over as my first contraction hit. I had nearly forgotten how bad contractions hurt, something I had sworn I never would. They sure seemed unforgettable while you were experiencing them.

"Come on." Edward said, grabbing me by the wrist and pulling me down the stairs. Elizabeth must have heard us, because she met us at the bottom of the stairs, looking confused and half asleep. "Bella's in labor." Edward said in explanation, not bothering to stop. "We're going to hospital."

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I was right. He's home.

I'm guessing you guys weren't expecting this one, huh?

Xoxo- Melodyella aka Mellie