A/N: It is so fun writing HEA's even if there is drama and angst sometimes the love will always be there. Not that this really has anything to do with the chapter, I just wanted to share. :)


"Emmett, I need you to do me a favor." I smiled my sweetest smile and he rolled his eyes.

"You know I will do pretty much anything for you – except continuously put up with your mother." He winked and I smiled wider.

"I want to have a special dinner with Edward but alone – without an audience. Can we make that happen?" I anxiously chewed on my bottom lip.

"It can be arranged. I'm sure Mrs. Swan wouldn't mind taking the children. I can make sure Rosalie is on a different plain, and for food… What would you like me to prepare? Do you mind me being here?" Emmett replied, a bit concerned at the end.

"Yes!" I shouted too loudly. "I mean, I don't want you to be booted out of your home because I want a quiet dinner." Good save, Bella… I scolded myself.

"So what is on the menu?" Emmett coaxed again. I had forgotten he'd asked.

"Can you replicate something from the Boathouse?" I asked, fingers crossed.

"I can replicate – and improve – anything. Just tell me what I'm making." He grinned cheekily.

"Their lobster roll with homemade chips, and salad with Italian dressing. Oh! And only water." I smiled, thinking back to our walk through Central Park.

"Done. What time?" He replied.

"Regular dinner time is fine. Rose is already making sure Edward is super busy so he won't even notice the kids leave." I blushed then, "I kind of want to make the dining room really romantic."

"What kind of romance are we talking?" Emmett winked.

"Um, maybe some candles and dimmed lighting. I'll be down just before dinner waiting for him." I explained. Emmett took note of all of my requests like a champ and I headed upstairs to set my plan in motion.

~B*N~

The kids were taken to my parent's house right after they packed a bag when they got home from school. I had explained their step-grandparents missed them and they happily agreed to go stay with them for the weekend. Rosalie was keeping Edward busy with some of the most ridiculous tasks but it was working. Emmett was preparing for our dinner that started in… Oy! An hour?

I ran up the stairs and jumped in the shower, not washing my hair because it would never dry in time. I shaved and plucked and stared at my closet. What the heck do you wear to a dinner where you tell your husband who may not even want any more children that you're pregnant? Ah ha! I put on some blue lace under things (the bra defied gravity) and pulled out a cerulean blue cocktail dress with a dangerously plung-y neckline. It made my waist look so little. That won't be like that for much longer, my inner-self lamented. I rolled my eyes. I looked in the mirror and started applying my makeup. Nothing too dramatic, light foundation, neutral shadow and a lipstick that made my lips look perfectly pink. I put all the little trinkets Edward had given me on while I slipped my cream color pumps on. I took one more look in the mirror and smiled. I hope this goes well, I thought to myself with a shiver. Even if I puked every last bite up this would be worth it.

I cleaned the tests one more time (I mean, eww) and placed them in tissue and then in a gift bag that had a cheesy t-shirt in it that said Executive Producer of Baby Cullen. Yeah, I know, so lame… but I wanted something silly for just us. Taking another deep breath I ran down the stairs making sure Edward didn't see me and headed into the dining room.

It was exactly as I'd imagined. Dimly lit with candelabras scattered around the room. I stood by my chair, gripping the back of it to keep from shaking. "Don't be so scared, whatever it is, it will be perfect." Emmett patted my back as he prepared the final touches.

"Ah, Emmett…" Edward came to a complete stop as he entered the dining room and stared from me to Emmett to the candles and back to me. "What is all this?" I noticed that Emmett had skillfully exited the room and I smiled. I could feel the blush erupting all over. Don't puke, don't puke, for the love of all that is good do not puke!

"I thought we were due for a nice, romantic dinner all alone." I tried to give my most devilish smile I could muster. I was not used to this, I just hoped I didn't screw it up.

"I see." He purred (my knees almost gave out) as he came around the table and very openly checked me out from head to toe and back again. He licked his lips and I shivered. "Hello, love. I've missed you." He whispered as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me so deeply I thought our faces would meld together. Not complaining - do not get me wrong! He pulled away with a devious glint in his eye and pulled my chair out so I could sit. I did so gratefully because my legs no longer worked. He then sat at his place – the head of the table.

"Appetizer." Emmett came in all professional-like and placed our salads in front of us and filled our glasses with water. Edward smiled and dug in.

"This is the first real food I've had all day." He sighed after his first bite. I convulsed a little.

Once our salads were done, Emmett came out again. "Lobster rolls with homemade chips."

Edward froze and then stared at me. "This is very familiar." He smiled.

"Boathouse." I grinned.

"Yes, and why did you choose this meal to have tonight?" Edward asked taking a bite of his lobster.

"It was the meal that reminds me of the day I fell hopelessly in love with you." I blushed. He stopped eating and swallowed. I grinned. "You were so open and honest and kind to me. We shared so many little things that we actually had in common. It was just so special and I remember thinking that if it never happened, that if you never loved me back, I could remember that day for the rest of my life."

Edward's hand reached out gently and he brushed away the tears I didn't know I was shedding. "I think I was lost to you the first night, actually."

"Really?" I asked, shocked.

"Yes, seeing you attempting to play guard while you slept was adorable. Not to mention having to pick you up and carry you to bed. I swear you fit in my arms perfectly, and your smell… just like strawberries. I didn't know how to handle any of it of course, but I am glad you didn't run for the hills at the first sign of awkward trouble." He actually blushed. I died. Shaking his head he smiled at me again. "So, why all of this? I also would like to know when it would be appropriate to reach up your skirt and play you like a piano?"

My mouth dropped open and I am pretty sure I drooled. Where did this sex beast come from? Also: can he stay around? Oh crap, I was probably going to ruin the whole night in about 30 seconds.

"Well, maybe later. I have a little something (ha) for you." I smiled awkwardly.

"Oh?" He grinned that beautiful crooked grin. I took a deep breath and picked the little gift bag up off of the floor and with shaky hands, I passed it to him over the table. He crooked an eyebrow and slowly and gently pulled the tissue out. I wanted to smack his hands away and rip everything open so we could just get to it, but I waited – impatiently. "What's this?" He pulled the black shirt out and opened it. My heart stopped and my lungs stopped working. He held the shirt up a few seconds too long. He hated it. He was going to bolt. Of course he wouldn't want another kid! This was a huge – huge – mistake. "Isabella?" His voice was barely above a whisper.

I nodded but realized he couldn't see me over the shirt. "Hmm?" It was all I could get out. Was it the baby or the stress? Either way, if he didn't say or do something I was going to lose my lobster roll.

Crap! Was I even supposed to eat lobster?

I'm going to suck at mothering…

"Is this what I think it is?" His voice was a bit stronger. I was going to die – right here – of a massive stroke. Anyone else smell burnt toast?


A/N: Oh man! A cliffy! Don't worry – the next chapter is already written so you will get to see what happens next. What do you think will happen? Stay tuned to find out!