BPOV

The two little, pink lines were darker every time I looked at them. I'd been waiting for this moment for two years, twenty-four long months, and now that it was real, I didn't believe it. A soft giggle slipped out of my lips, causing Edward to pull back from me, raising a single eyebrow at me.

"What?" he questioned, eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Nothing," I murmured, blushing. "It's just..." I trailed off, feeling my eyes fill up with tears. "Two lines, Edward. Two lines."

"I know, baby," he whispered, dropping his hand down to my stomach. "Two lines."

Leaning down, his lips found mine once again. Moaning, I wrapped my arms around him, feeling him reach down to cup my ass. Lifting me off the ground, Edward carried me over to the bed, laying me down without pulling his lips from mine. His hand slid down to my thigh, shimming his way under my skirt up to my hip, tickling my skin.

"Fuck, baby, you're not wearing any panties?" he groaned, his fingers ghosting over my bare skin.

"Nope," I smirked, nibbling on my lip. "They're in the bathroom, though, if you want me to put them back on."

"Never," he growled, nipping at my jaw. My eyes rolled back, loving the feeling of him on me like this. "You're so fucking sexy."

"Will you still think that when I'm fat?" I wondered.

Scowling, Edward lifted his head from my neck. "Love, you'll never be fat, you'll be growing our baby. You'll be perfect."

With tears in my eyes, I closed the distance between our lips, feeling him growl deep in his chest. However before we could do anything else, the doorbell rang. Falling back on the bed, I looked over at the clock, muttering under my breath, "Motherfucker."

"We could ignore them?" suggested Edward, sighing when they rang the doorbell again. "Or not."

Grumbling, he climbed off the bed, adjusting himself through his jeans. He walked out of our bedroom, leaving me laying on the bed with my skirt pushed up around my waist and feeling very frustrated. Shuffling off of the bed, I pulled a fresh pair of panties out of my dresser, slipping them on. Looking to the bed, I saw my positive pregnancy test laying there. I crossed the room and picked it up, feeling my lips curve upwards when I spotted both lines. After two years of trying, Edward and I were having a baby together, and maybe giving our sons the sister they'd been wanting for over four years.

Pulling open my lingerie drawer, I tossed the test inside, not quite ready to throw it out yet. Making sure I looked presentable, I headed out to the living room, finding Edward and Demetri moving the horde of boxes from the middle of the room, to the sides. Leaning against the wall, I watched admiring the way my husband moved. After four years, he still took my breath away.

"You could help, you know?" teased Demetri, piling up the last of the dozen or so boxes and looking at me. "These are your books, after all."

"Yeah, I could have, but you two seemed to manage to get them all done without me." I shrugged my shoulders, going over to one of the boxes and picking up a copy of my book.

The success of my first real novel, as everyone seemed to refer to it, still shocked me. It only took us one month to sell out completely of the first printing, and finding ourselves facing the law of supply and demand. The public wanted more, and we happily gave it to them. Now, three books later, the series had become one of the best-selling in the history of Volturi Publishing and Isabella Swan became a household name. Shaking my head, I placed the book back into the box. Isabella Swan may be well known, but Bella Cullen still shied away from all the attention.

Shifting my eyes to Demetri, I asked, "Did we have a meeting scheduled for this morning?"

"Um, yeah," he replied, snorting. "You forgot, didn't you?"

"Maybe," I mumble, walking into the kitchen, knowing he and Edward would follow.

"Even after I added it to your day planner personally?" he wondered, plopping down at the kitchen table.

I didn't reply to him, knowing that I had been more than a little distracted over the last handful of days. But knowing that I was late, threw me for a spin. The hope that we'd finally find ourselves staring at a positive test, had been overwhelming. A smile spread across my face when I pulled open the fridge, grabbing the carton of orange juice. We were having a baby, finally.

"You're happy," muttered Demetri. Looking over my shoulder, I noticed him staring at Edward, who had his laptop open, preparing to sort through the hundreds of shots he had taken this weekend.

Knowing this would be our last weekend to get away, Edward and I had loaded the boys into the car in Thursday, taking off down the coastline for an impromptu weekend. We ended up stopping in Lincoln City, Oregon, standing on a beautiful beach. The boys and I kicked off our shoes and ran into the water, slashing each other while Edward stood on the shore line, taking pictures. Knowing, he planned to use them in his next exhibit.

"Do I normally look unhappy?" chuckled Edward, raising an eyebrow.

"No," replied Demetri, "but you're like glowing and shit. Kind of disturbs me."

"I think I should be offended," scoffed Edward.

Shrugging his shoulders, Demetri looked back over at me. Pouring them both a cup of coffee, and myself a cup of orange juice, I sat down at the table, leaning around to look at Edward's pictures. His eye for details was amazing, and after struggling for the first year of our marriage, he'd finally began getting the recognition he deserved. All it took was one picture of the boys fishing with my father to to spark the interest of Sam Uley, owner and operator of the biggest gallery in Washington State.

I gestured to a picture of the boys burying their feet in the sand. "I like that one."

"Me too." He smiled, winking at me.

"Bella, are you going to pay any attention to me?" whined Demetri.

Rolling my eyes, I looked over at him. The one thing I learned about him after our first book tour was that the man was a whiner. He liked things his way, when he wanted them, and could be a real ass if he didn't get them. One of many things he learned about me during our tour was how I didn't put up with his bullshit. Picking up my juice, I waited for him to get over his little tantrum. How Tanya put up with him still boggled my mind.

"Are you done?" I lifted my glass up again, taking another drink.

"Yes," he grumbled. Smiling, I shook my head at him. "But we do need to talk about your signing this weekend."

Folding my hands in front of me, I sighed. "Okay, so let's talk."

"Barnes and Noble wants to extend your signing by three more hours," he started, speaking with caution.

I'd already planned on spending eight hours there, and now they were requesting even more time. Leaning back in my chair, I sighed, shifting my eyes over to Edward, who watched from the other side of his laptop. Knowing how important this signing was for my career, he'd support whatever decision I made, but an extra few hours would almost guarantee that I wouldn't see him or the boys all day.

"Why?" I wondered, finishing off my juice. Standing up, I placed my glass in the sink.

"Because everyone wants a piece of you," laughed Demetri. Sighing I turned to face him. "They sold out of passes in an hour, Bella."

"Get the fuck out," I gasped, no longer caring about my spontaneous bouts of word vomit. He was used to it by now. "An hour?"

"Yes," he chuckled, crossing his arms in front of him. "I don't know why you're always so surprised when you hear how much people love your writing."

"Cause it's not that good," I scoffed, sliding back into my chair. From behind his laptop, Edward snorted, but didn't say anything. We've had that discussion more times than I could count, and it always led to two outcomes; we'd end up fighting for hours, or naked in our bed for hours. Seeing as Demetri sat across from us, it wouldn't be naked hours. "Okay, so if I agree to three more hours, what happens?"

"You make more money," Demetri smirked, winking at me. "They are willing to bump your fee up by ten percent, plus they will provide you with lunch and dinner, from wherever your pretty little heart chooses."

Nibbling on my lip, I looked back toward the living room, thinking about the boxes that took up half the room. "And we'll have enough books, right?"

"Yes, we'll have plenty of books," he assured me.

Turning back to Edward, I reached out, placing my hand on his arm. "You'd be okay for the day?"

"Yes, Bella, the boys and I will be perfectly fine for one afternoon," he replied. "This isn't exactly you're first signing, you know?"

"I know," I grumbled. I looked back at Demetri. "Fine, I'll do it."

"Excellent," he cheered, sounding way too much like Tanya. Edward chuckled under his breath, but again let it go.

Ignoring the fact that my husband laughed at him, Demetri pulled out a stack of papers from his briefcase, sliding them across the table for me to go through. It was a basic contract, stating that I'd be there by half past seven, ready to sign bits of my soul away and smile at every person who stepped up in front of me for a nice tidy sum of money. Taking the pen he offered me, I signed the contract, before handing it back to him. Being in the public eye was one part of my success that I'd never get used to. All I wanted to do was write.

"Anything else?" I inquired, leaning up and resting my chin on the palm of my hand.

"Caius called," he simply said.

"Oh, and just what did he want?" I groused, thinking of the man who nearly ruined my career.

"Bella," groaned Demetri, rubbing his face with his hands.

"What?" I shrugged my shoulders.

Rolling his eyes, he chanced a look over to Edward, but I knew my husband well enough to know he'd stay out of it. "He's running a charity auction to raise money for childhood cancer, and he's hoping maybe you'd be willing to donate something."

"Like?" I pressed, knowing there had to be more. There was always more when Caius was involved.

Placing his hands flat out on the table, he took a deep breath. "Perhaps, a new book," he mumbled.

"A new book?" I croaked, bringing my hand up to my mouth. "I'm dead in the middle of the fourth, and final book with Sayar. How in the hell can you expect me to come up with an entire new book?"

"Baby, calm down," murmured Edward, wrapping his arm around me, making me realize I had been yelling.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to speak calmly, "D, man, you know I can't do that."

"You can," he insisted. "It's not like I don't know that you don't have a dozen files of unfinished books sitting on your laptop," he scoffed.

Narrowing my eyes, I looked over at Edward. "I didn't tell him," he blanched, throwing his hands up. "I promise."

"Edward didn't have to tell me, I've been working with you for four years."

"Why would I want to help him?" I groused, standing up.

I turned and looked out the small window overlooking the backyard. Perhaps, I was a bit harsh when it came to Caius Romans, but the man nearly ruined me before I had the chance to make a name for myself. A week before my second book was to be released, a portion of my manuscript had been leaked, causing all of us to scramble to find out who'd gotten hold of it, and how we could stop it before the damage was done. It turned out that Caius had been fucking one of his employees, who hacked into his computer and found the parts Aro Volturi had sent him.

The girl, fresh out of MIT, thought this would be her way to make some quick cash, only to find herself sitting in an eight by ten, and facing several lawsuits, including one from me. We managed to get the case settled in, and I worked for three days straight rewriting nearly five chapters. As if that hadn't been enough, the boys were sick with the flu, and Edward was stuck taking care of them while I locked myself in my office trying to save my career. He was exhausted, and bitter about me leaving him to take care of them, and I felt frazzled with having to redo what my sweat and tears. We fought, yelling and screaming at each other for hours. Shaking my head, I covered my mouth with my hand, thinking about how close I had come to losing my family.

"Bella." Looking at Demetri over my shoulder, I sighed. "You know he feels terrible about what happened, don't you?"

"'I do," I admitted, "but, D, he was careless. I don't know how to trust him again."

"You have every right to feel that way, Bella," agreed Demetri. "However, we're talking about raising money for childhood cancer. We both know how much that means to Caius."

Nodding, I felt guilt creep up my spin, knowing the man had struggled to move on after the death of his son nearly fifteen years ago to Leukemia. "When does he need it?"

"Three months," replied Demetri. "Will you do it?"

Once again, nodding, I mumbled, "For Nathan. I'll do it for him."

"Thank you, Bella," he muttered. "Now, let's get through the rest of this so you can go write."

I settled back down at the table, seeing Edward smile from the corner of my eye. Demetri went over a few more details concerning the next handful of promotional spots I had planned over the next few weeks. A couple of radio shows, an interview with a reporter from the Seattle Times, and a couple more book signings meant I would be busy. I still had to finish the next, and last, book in the series, and now, I'd have to find time to work on one of the multitudes of books sitting on my computer.

Discreetly, dropping my hand down into my lap, I smiled. I'd have to fit in going to see Dr. Garrison, too. Looking over at the clock, I sighed. Already nearly one, I knew Edward and I wouldn't be able to finish what we started in our bedroom. The boys got out of school at three, and we were expected over at Carlisle and Esme's for dinner. We couldn't share our news with them until we told the boys.

"Bella, you're not listening to me," griped Demetri. Shaking my head, I looked over at him. "You're not usually this scatterbrained. What's going on?"

Nibbling on my bottom lip, I shifted my eyes over to Edward, knowing that the first people we told had to be the boys. Shrugging my shoulders, I answered him, "Just want to get some writing in. You know, while the boys are at school."

"Oh, yeah, I forgot they started back today," he mumbled. "Thought this place was too quiet."

"You just now caught on to the fact they aren't here?" I snickered. "Observant much?"

Rolling his eyes, he shoved everything back into his briefcase. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Go write, be productive. I'll see you bright and early Saturday morning, unless you need me before hand." Pausing, he lifted his gaze up to mine. "Thanks for agreeing to the auction, Bella. I know it's hard, but it's for a good cause."

Nodding my head, I followed Demetri into the living room, opening the front door for him. "Just don't make me regret doing this for him, D. I don't give second chances easily."

"I know," he sighed, leaning in and kissing my cheek.

Leaning against the door frame, I watched while he climbed back into his car, and left. Edward snaked his arm around my waist, letting his hand rest just below my belly button. Bringing his lips down to my ear, I felt his lips curve upwards. "You amaze me."

Blushing, I turned, nestling myself against his chest. "How?"

"Because even though you don't trust him, you're letting it go to help raise money for a good cause," he explained, brushing the hair out of my face.

"If he burns me again..." Letting my words die off in my throat, I shook my head, my thoughts straying toward the last time I gave someone a second chance.

Lauren and Tyler disappeared not long after our confrontation after Alex's stay in the hospital. A card a few months later announced that they'd had a baby boy, named after Tyler's grandfather, indicated they now lived in Florida, but we haven't heard from either of them in years. So much for wanting to have anything to do with Alex. It was in that moment I was thankful I'd never told him that she was his aunt, knowing the devastation he would have felt knowing she wasted the opportunity to know him.

"I'm gonna write for a while," I murmured, leaning up on my toes.

"Okay, I'm gonna call Dr. Garrison's and get your first appointment schedules," he relied eagerly. "Should we go ahead and tell the boys tonight?"

"Um, I don't know, what do you think?" I countered.

He scowled, like he did every time I forced him to make a decision. "You took both tests?"

"Yes," I smiled. "Both were positive."

"Okay, we'll tell them," he decided, but I could hear the doubts laced in every word.

Bringing my hand up to his face, I stroked his cheek. "I love you, baby."

"I love you, too," he whispered, leaning into my hand. "Go work, I'll figure out what to do before it's time to pick them up at school."

"Okay," I murmured, kissing him once again.

Leaving him standing in the doorway, I headed down the hallway, stopping outside of the boys' room, which was a mess. Clothes, toys, and books covered the floor, but I'd become pretty lax when it came to their rooms. As long as the rest of the house didn't end up like their room, we were cool. Walking past the guestroom, I stopped and pushed the door open, imagining what it would look like once we turned it into a nursery. A crib on one wall, a dresser. Perhaps a small wooden chest filled with toys. With tears in my eyes, I smiled, laughing to myself. Edward and I were having a baby.