DISCLAIMER: Stephanie Meyer owns all things Twilight... but I own Anthony. Aww.
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-BPOV-

The sun was streaming through the wall of windows as I blinked my eyes open. The clock on the other side of the room said eight o'clock. Ugh! I was going to cry if I didn't get to go back to sleep. Anthony hadn't been up any more so than usual but that wasn't saying much. I still hadn't gotten enough sleep to function like a normal human being.

I rolled over and felt my breath catch.

Edward was lying there beside me, on his stomach, his face turned towards me. Our heads were so close together that I could feel his breath waft across my face as he breathed deeply, snoring ever so faintly.

I vaguely remember him getting Anthony very early this morning and bringing him to me. He laid down on the side of the bed while he waited for me to finish feeding the baby so that he could put him back in the crib. My memories were fuzzy from sleep deprivation but I remember him falling asleep before I was finished so I stumbled to the crib after I had gotten him back to sleep and then... then I had stumbled back to bed. With Edward.

I closed my eyes. What had I been thinking?

If someone came in they would never let us live this down, even if it was innocent. I should move to the futon. This was much more comfortable and I really needed my sleep but the futon would have to do.

It's bad enough that we had slept in the same bed for a couple of hours. If Alice or Emmett. Oh my god, Emmett. If those two came in I would be hearing about this until the day I died. Especially after their little talk last night.

Edward mumbled something unintelligible. My eyes snapped open as I felt a strong arm snake around my waist and pull me into him.

He was still lying on his stomach but his left arm was wrapped around me, pulling me dangerously close to him.

This was bad. This was so bad.

He smelled so good.

No, this was bad.

I needed to wiggle free and go to the futon before he woke up and realized our position. He'd probably wonder why I hadn't just gone to the futon when I realized he was asleep in the bed in the first place. And I really don't know the answer to that. I don't even want to think about the answer to that.

Man, this was bad.

His arm flexed around me and he nuzzled his face in my hair, letting out a content sigh.

This is bad?

I saw in my minds eye myself standing in front of Edward's bedroom door last night, raising my hand and lowering it over and over again. I had looked ridiculous as I over thought everything. Maybe I was just doing the same thing now. It wasn't like we were doing anything. We had both been up with the baby all night and were extremely, exponentially, tired. This is only wired because I'm making it wired. There's no reason why two grown adults couldn't take a nap, in the same bed, without it meaning anything... right?

I shook my head and Edward wrinkled his nose as my hair tickled him.

I couldn't help but smile as I looked up at him. He looked even more beautiful as he slept. He looked peaceful and happy and completely content. His had colossal bed head and a faint smile rested on his face as he dreamed. I wonder what he was dreaming about.

I bit my lip and hesitantly turned so that I was on my side facing him, still held captive by his arm. I brought my arm up carefully and laid it gently where it felt most natural, on the bicep of the arm that was holding me.

This brought back memories. I felt my blush burn my cheeks and I was so glad he wasn't awake because he would have known the instant he saw my blush what I was thinking of.

I turned my head and looked at the crib sitting across the room. I could just see the top of Anthony's little bronze head from here and I smiled, feeling my heart expand.

This couldn't be wrong. As a matter of fact it felt so right. It felt like everything in my world was right in this moment here with my family and that was before my eyes caught sight of something on the wall on the other side of the bed. There were three pictures tacked up there. The first was one of Anthony, sleeping soundly in his crib at Charlie's house. I don't even know when he had taken it but there it was. The second one was of me lying on the futon. My stomach round, standing out over the rest of my body, my hands making a frame around it, it seemed. I had a peaceful smile on my face and I recognized it from the pictures Edward had taken during my first day of maternity leave. I felt tears begin to well in my eyes as I remembered that day and saw my pregnant self, knowing the outcome was the most unbelievably perfect bronze haired baby, sleeping just a couple of feet away.

The last picture was one of Edward and I on a field trip we had taken in tenth grade.

I smiled and closed my eyes, snuggling into Edward, as I drifted into a peaceful sleep.

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"Bella?"

I yawned, stretching, but I didn't get far because there was two strong arms holding me captive.

I opened one eye, my blush swarming my cheeks, because I already knew what I was going to see there.

Edward grinned when he saw my eyes open and my blush darkened as I buried my head in the crook of his neck, trying to escape the embarrassment somehow.

"You know." He murmured. "This is quite a nice way to start the day."

I blinked a couple of times, my lashes sweeping over his shoulder. Did he really just say that?

"It is." I agreed quietly.

He chuckled, resting his cheek on the top of my head.

"I'm sorry I feel asleep." He said after a couple moments of silence.

I sighed happily.

"It's okay." I assured him, maybe too quickly." You were tired."

He nodded and I felt the stubble on his jaw line brush against my forehead. It wasn't an interally horrible feeling.

"He's like a little vampire baby." He mussed.

I nodded.

"Is he always up that much?" He asked, hugging me closer to his body.

I felt my eyes slide closed and I took a deep breath, taking in his heavenly scent, hoping it was inconspicuous.

"Mmhmm." I mumbled, not even trying to give him an intelligible answer.

"No wonder you're always tired." He sighed.

I shrugged.

"It's not too bad." I told him. "He's getting a little better."

It was quite for another moment as we just lied there and as the minutes ticked by I forgot about my worries of someone coming in. I forgot about how this would probably look to an outsider. I simply just didn't care.

"What were you dreaming about?" I whispered into the crook of his neck.

"Hmm?" He asked.

I propped myself up on my elbows and looked at him. His eyes were closed, his arms still wrapped around my waist, and there was a blissful smile gracing his features.

"Last night." I said. "You looked really happy. You were smiling while you slept. What were you dreaming about?"

His brows furrowed but his eyes remained shut.

"You were watching me sleep huh?" He asked after a moment, a smirk lifting one side of his lips.

I looked down quickly, my hair falling around my head, as I felt my blush creep up my neck for the third time this morning.

Edward chuckled, his hands slipping to my hair as he brushed it away from my face so that I couldn't hide.

"Don't be embarrassed." He purred. "I didn't mean to embarrass you."

"I know." I whispered, my voice trailing off as our eyes met.

His face became calculating and ran his fingers over the blush on my cheek which only intensified its coloring.

"I was dreaming about the future." He said.

I frowned, confused, and he smiled softly, rubbing his thumb over the crease on my forehead.

"Like spaceships and robots and cars running on water?" I asked.

"No." He chuckled, shaking his head. "It was more about my future."

He looked away quickly, his smile falling.

"Not that it's actually how the future will play out." He whispered sadly.

Now I was even more confused than I had been.

"What?" I asked. "What's wrong Edward?"

He didn't say anything and he still hadn't looked back at me, although his hand still remained on my face.

"What was your dream exactly?" I tried again.

He sighed, letting go of my face so that he could run his fingers roughly through his hair.

"We were living in a house, a cottage actually, in the middle of the forest."

My breath caught in my throat and I felt my heart skip a beat. Did he just say we lived in a cottage? He had been dreaming about us, as in... US?

"Yeah..." I prompted, my voice sounding shaky.

He looked back at me but his eyes were guarded as if he was afraid of my response.

"And Anthony was there. I knew it was Anthony even though he was a little older. He was wobbling towards me in the front yard and I held my arms out for him. He finally made it to me and I swung him around, both of us laughing. And then you came outside."

He paused, his brows furrowing as if he couldn't decide if he should go on or not.

I put my hand on his face, making him look at me.

"And..." I pressed anxiously.

"And... you looked like you... had a few months ago." He said carefully, still watching me as if he was expecting me to run screaming at any second.

I frowned.

"What?" I asked. "I don't get it... what are you trying to say Edward?"

He looked away again and I let my hand fall. What was he saying? He was so frustrating!

He mumbled something too quickly and quietly for me to hear.

"What?" I asked again.

What could be so bad that he was so hesitant to tell me?

He sighed, looking up at me through my lashes.

"I said, you were pregnant again."

My eyes widened and I sat up, not looking away from him.

"What?" I asked again, sounding like a broken record. But I couldn't help it. Where had this come from?!

He shrugged.

"Odd how dreams are sometimes." He said.

I raised one eyebrow.

That hadn't sounded like just one of those dreams you have were nothing makes sense. He had been smiling too big for it not to have meant anything.

"How often have you had this dream?" I asked, bitting my lip.

He turned a little red and sat up, running his hand through his hair.

"Oh. Uhm. Not-"

"Edward? Bella?"

I looked towards the door, instantly angry at whoever was intruding on this private moment.

"Yes Mom?" Edward said calmly, but I caught the hint of relief laced in his tone.

"Breakfast is ready." she called through the door.

"We'll be right there." He said, still not breaking eye contact with me.

"Alright dears." She said. "Hurry while it's still warm."

"Haul your butt out of bed Edward!" Called Alice over Esme. "I want to see my nephew!"

Edward rolled his eyes, finally tearing his gaze from mine to look at the crib sitting across the room.

"Your nephew is still sleeping Alice." He sighed, running his hands through his hair. "Go away."

I could almost feel her glare through the closed door and I took that moment to crawl out of bed, heading to the crib.

Anthony was in fact still sleeping. I really didn't need to check to come to that conclusion but it was a nice excuse to escape the intense environment Edward and I had created. I was too confused. Alice and Emmett's words kept repeating in my head. Edward's words from last night were still echoing in my ears. And now adding his dream...

For a moment there I had really thought about kissing him.

When had my life become so confusing?

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