A/N: I tried to figure out how to talk to you all (if any of you are still around) after flouncing right on out of fanfiction . net a few years ago. I was going to college full time, working full time, and very important family members died. I have also been dealing with crippling anxiety and depression that is finally settling down a bit. I have multiple chapters ready for this story and a few others. I wanted to complete the story before posting, but this one is longer than I planned so I wanted to get some out. I hope you still get notifications. I hope you will continue to give this a change until the end.

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Now, please enjoy the continuation of Bella the Nanny!


It took us about a month before we were both ready to get back to normal. I was feeling much better, Edward was still pretty sore, but at least he didn't have a nagging headache. It was probably just the stress of everything that had happened.

It took me about a week to extricate myself from my wounded husband and thinking back I felt kind of guilty about that. What kind of mother was I to basically ignore my kids like that? I voiced that thought as an apology to the three of them and I was once again surprised by their maturity and love for little ol' me when they were completely understanding. Oy, I did not deserve this family!

I was brought out of my thoughts by Emmett. "Bella, I am going to need you to get your mother out of my kitchen before I am arrested for homicide." He whined. I snorted. "Let me guess, you didn't even know she was here."

"Ding, ding, ding!" I laughed, getting up from my spot on the couch. I had been watching my daytime TV while I waited for the kiddos to get home from school. "I'll go see what she's up to."

"You know damn well what she is up to!" Emmett barked on his way to Edward's office. I just shook my head and continued on into the kitchen.

"Ma! What are you doing here? And why is it, every time you come here I am the last to find out?" I put my hands on my hips and tried to act offended, but my face betrayed me as my lips twitched into a smile.

"You know I am only ever here to make sure my lovely daughter is OK." Renee began and I rolled my eyes. "OK, maybe I missed Emmett's cooking?"

"I'm sure he will be flattered to hear that, but most of the time we give him notice before guests just show up at the house." I rolled my eyes, making my headache worse. I took a sharp breath in and let it out slowly. This headache was making me nauseous and I didn't like being nauseous. Especially this close to dinner. What? Just because I married a gentile doesn't mean my need for delicious food has stopped.

"I am not a guest, I am family!" Renee said smugly. I went to make a snide comment about that when I was hit so hard with nausea that I barely made it to the kitchen sink before everything came up, from my toes. "Oh my god! Bella!" My mother came to my side, but the smell of her perfume (which was terrible on a good day) made me dry heave while I tried to clean the sink out as best as I could. Emmett was going to kill me for making a mess.

"Ugh, what the hell?" I mumbled as I gargled with water and excused myself to go to the bathroom. I needed to brush my teeth, this taste in my mouth was too much. I walked upstairs to our bedroom (still giggled to myself every time I thought about that) and brushed my teeth, tongue, cheeks, anything that tasted like vomit. It was hard to even do that. "I just got better." I whined as I plopped down on our bed. This was the first time I hit our bed without wanting to ravish my beautiful husband. "What did I eat?"

"Bella, love?" I heard Edward's sweet voice from the doorway. "Renee told me you were sick?"

"Oy, yeah, just stay over there in case I'm catchy." I sighed. What I wanted more than ever was to have his arms around me but if I was contagious I didn't want him to get it. I couldn't imagine vomiting with recently broken ribs. All I knew was that if this nasty feeling didn't go away I was going to kvetsh so loud the neighbors would hear me.

"Nonsense. My wife needs my comfort and comfort I will give." I heard my husband say as he padded through the bedroom and climbed into bed with me, gently pulling me to his chest, melding me to his body. I couldn't look at him, I was afraid I'd look like death. "What seems to be the problem?" I could hear his smile. Putz… I thought with my own smile betraying my unnecessary irritation at his joy.

"Just sick to my stomach all of a sudden. How are you feeling? I'm wondering if it was something I ate." I sighed. I went to turn my head to look at his beautiful face when my stomach cramped again and I launched myself off of the bed, out of his arms, and to the toilet. I barely made it. As I got sick I started to cry, this was miserable and all at once.

Edward was behind me pretty quickly; pulling my hair out of my face. When he saw that my hair was out of the danger zone he went to the sink and ran a washcloth under ice cold water and placed it on the back of my neck. "If you throw up one more time we're going to the hospital. It could be left over from our island adventure." He stated. There wasn't a point in arguing. He wouldn't let it go.

"I'm sure I'm fine. Probably got it from one of the kids." I sighed. Once I felt a bit better, Edward helped me back to bed and called Emmett to bring a large bowl and lots of water. He laid with me until I fell asleep. Finally, no more puking!

~B*N~

I have no idea how long I'd been sleeping but I shot up suddenly with a chilling realization. Edward was missing from bed but I could hear him in the en suite bathroom. The world began to spin and my stomach clenched again from my sudden movement. I grabbed the bowl and dry heaved so hard I thought my intestines were going to come up. The bathroom door flew open giving me an amazing view: Wet Edward with a towel wrapped around his waist at a very dangerous level. "OK, that's it. Let's get dressed. You need to see a doctor."

"Wait, Edward, I think I know what the problem is!" I all but screamed at him. I grabbed my cell and opened the calendar, did some finger math and had to toss the phone away for the bowl again as I realized something was happening that my loving, beautiful, settled-in-his-ways husband might not actually be too excited about.

"What is it? Do you still have your appendix?" He climbed up the bed next to me.

"That is a very strange question, but no I don't. That came out when I was, like, twelve." I couldn't look him in the eyes. We had never talked about this. He already had three children, what the hell was he going to do with a baby now? His kids were becoming their own people. Bringing an infant into their world would be tough at best. However, it wasn't something I could stop. If I was pregnant the child would have to find their place in the Cullen household.

"Bella, you are scaring me. What is wrong?" Edward rubbed my stomach as he had before I fell asleep (it felt really good and kept the nausea away. What he didn't know was how significant his little show of affection was).

"Is Rose here?" I asked, changing the subject. Edward just looked at me like I grew a second head.

"Yes…"

"Can you get her for me?" I asked.

"But we haven't finished with what you were going to say." He sighed. He must have seen the weird mix of emotions on my face so he did as I asked.

Rosalie was in the room a few minutes later without Edward. "You summoned, Lady of the House." She rolled her eyes.

"I need your help and discretion."

Her eyes widened and her eyebrows all but disappeared in her hair line. "I'm listening…"

"I need a pregnancy test or twelve." I blubbered.

"Pre…gnan….what?" Rose seized.

"Please, I know this is awkward but I don't know who else to ask about this." I blushed. "I am not trying to be a schlub, I just need help from someone I can trust to keep a secret." Rose's expression softened then and she smiled.

"I'll be back in no time." She patted my knee and was gone.

Not a half an hour later, Rose returned with a bag full of different brand pregnancy tests. I was already drinking all of the water. When she came in I went directly to the bathroom and urinated in a cup, dipping about a dozen different magical baby sticks in there and then I waited.

And waited.

"Are you almost done in there? The least you could do is tell me what is going on." I heard from the other side of the door. Blinking, I stood up and with shaky hands I grabbed up some of the tests.

Pregnant.

Two blue lines.

Smiley face.

Dreck…


A/N: Alrighty – the Yiddish I used: Kvetsh – complain/yell excessively. Putz and schlub are kind of the same for a jerk or ass. Dreck – crap.