Bella's POV
Extreme nausea woke me up before dawn the next morning. I had to cover my mouth as I dashed for the bathroom. Carlisle trailed behind me and moved my hair as I vomited into the toilet.
"Are you sure that you're not ill, honey?" he queried in worry. "Do you want me to put off the trip for a few days?"
"No, I'm okay. You don't have to do that. It's probably just something I ate last night," I replied.
"That's likely. I'll go and check out the food soon."
We showered together to save time. It only took him a second to dress before he headed downstairs. I was putting my jeans when he returned.
He looked confused. "Nothing appeared to be wrong with the food. None of it is spoiled."
I was slightly taken aback. "Oh. Well...maybe a stomach virus is going around, then."
"Perhaps so. Do you still want to leave today?"
"Yeah. I told you, I'm okay. I don't even feel nauseous any longer," I remarked, growing exasperated.
"Well, if you say so."
After I put on my sneakers, I went to gather up my suitcases. Carlisle beat me to them.
I opened my mouth to protest, but he waved his hand.
"Let me take your bags downstairs. Meet me in the kitchen. I'll cook breakfast for you since you are up earlier than I expected you to be," he stated.
"Okay."
He was already there preparing my favorite when I entered the room a minute afterwards. I sat down at the island.
A dish of waffles, sausage, and fried green tomatoes was placed before me a short time later.
"Thank you," I declared happily.
"No problem," he returned with a smile.
I then proceeded to devour my food. In fact, I ate so quickly that Carlisle had to intervene.
"Slow down, love. You don't want to re-trigger the nausea," he pointed out.
I bobbed my head.
My plate was empty within ten minutes. He washed my dishes for me and we went downstairs.
Everyone was waiting by the front door. Our luggage was nowhere to be seen. They must have been put in the cars' trunks.
"Do you think that we should be going now? Our flight leaves in three hours and a forty five minutes," Esme announced.
"Yes, we ought to. I want us to be at the airport early so that we can have everything situated without too much trouble," Carlisle replied.
After he locked up the mansion, we got into different vehicles. I was obviously joining Carlisle in his Mercedes. Edward and Esme were in the Volvo. Alice, Jasper, Emmett, and Rosalie were in the Jeep Wrangler.
The trip to Seattle International Airport was less than two hours at the speed that Carlisle drove. The vehicles were parked in the reserved parking lot. Then we headed inside and the guys went to find trolleys for our suitcases.
Once they had, we had ourselves scanned at a security checkpoint. We had our luggage taken care of after that and headed to the waiting room. I took our my novel; we would be here for a while.
I called Charlie ten minutes before our plane was scheduled to come. We didn't talk for long. He just wished me a safe flight and told me to let him know when I was in Cancún. I asked him to look after himself for me until I returned.
When our flight arrived, I stood in line with Carlisle and the others. We gave our tickets to one of the flight attendants and boarded the plane.
Carlisle and I were sitting next to each other. Thank goodness for small favors. I had the chair by the window.
Emmett and Rosalie were across the aisle from us. Alice and Jasper were behind them. Edward and Esme were near the front.
It was not long before everybody was seated. One of the flight attendants went over the usual rules, then told us to buckle up.
A few minutes later, the plane was backing away from the terminal. It turned, moved forward, then turned right before going down the runway. It sped up before taking off.
That was when I found myself growing incredibly drowsy. I tried to keep my eyes open, but was unsuccessful. Carlisle noticed this; he asked one of the flight attendants for a blanket. He also asked for a pillow, but I told him that I didn't want one.
"I'd rather lay my head on you," I murmured.
He wrapped his arm around me with a smile. "You know that you are quite free to."
The flight attendant came with the blanket then. He thanked her before draping it over me.
"Get some rest, Isabella. I shall wake you up in time for an early lunch," he whispered.
"Mmm. Thank you."
And just after I said this, I was out like a light.
I didn't know how long I slept for. Nevertheless, Carlisle didn't have to wake me up. A gnawing hunger erupted from the pit of my abdomen, beating him to it.
"Damn...I need to eat something..." I yawned as I opened my eyes.
"You must need to. I'm certain that the people four rows down can hear your stomach growling," he teased.
"Oh, shut it."
He just laughed quietly while asking the other flight attendant for a menu. I ended up ordering an Angus Burger with three cans of Root Beer. I was craving meat.
The flight attendant soon returned. When she inquired to know how I wanted burger cooked, I said medium-rare.
Even Carlisle was astonished. Rosalie quirked an eyebrow as Emmett blinked in equal surprise.
"I didn't know that you liked your meat rare," Carlisle said.
"Usually I don't eat it rare, but I'm in the mood for some now."
"Well, I hope that it doesn't make you ill again, Let me know if your stomach begins to hurt."
My burger and sodas were given to me in due time. He told me that it didn't smell wrong, so he had no qualms with me eating it. I had to keep from wolfing it down. It was hard not to...I felt as if I were starving!
The rest of the flight passed by quickly. Turns out that I had slept until the last hour and a half of it. Now, there were only forty-five minutes left.
By this time, the airplane had started to descend. I noticed that the leveling clouds were dark gray. Raindrops soon pattered on the window. We turned, and I could see the tops of Cancún's buildings far in the distance. The ocean was a stormy grayish-green.
The runway soon appeared underneath us. The plane jolted as it landed.
Minutes passed before it had ridden up to the terminal. I slung on my book bag, then followed Carlisle into the waiting area.
From there, all of us headed to baggage claim for get our suitcases. They didn't take long to be transported there. Esme asked if I was okay as Carlisle and the guys left to rent vans or find luggage trolleys.
"You do look as pale as you did this morning and yesterday afternoon. Your appetite is getting rather haywire too," she observed.
"I'm fine...I guess I'm just PMSing and going through upset stomach at the same time," I added.
She mulled this over. "That could be likely."
However, Esme looked oddly unconvinced, as if she suspected something else.
Neither of us could say anything more; Carlisle returned and Edward, Emmett and Jasper came back with the trolleys. We placed our suitcases on them and went outside to the vans. I piled mine in the van that Carlisle would be driving. Alice and Jasper rode together, Edward was with Esme again, and Emmett and Rosalie had their own van too.
A few moments later, we were off. The drive to our hotel was shorter than I thought it would be. Edward and Esme had to go a couple more blocks to get to the one they would be residing in. Carlisle beeped his horn when they drove past and Edward beeped his back. So did Emmett and Jasper.
Carlisle parked his van in front our hotel, La Rosa Roja (The Red Rose). Emmett and Jasper stopped behind him. We had our luggage taken care of while a receptionist gave us our keys. It was obvious that they had been reserved for us.
The luggage handlers were going to bring our stuff, so we went up to check out our rooms. Carlisle and I told the others than we would see them soon.
Our room was on the top floor on the left. My eyes widened after he opened the door.
By glancing around, I could see that the room was big enough for six people. The bed itself looked as if four people could sleep on it. The window opposite of us cover nearly the entire wall. There was a closet to our right, and the bathroom was on the left.
I switched on the light. The shower and bathtub had enough space for both of us. There was even a jacuzzi!
"We have more than enough room in here to do everything we love to do," he remarked with a smirk.
"Yeah. Everything," I grinned back.
He and I sat on the bed. It had red and white covers like our did at home. Plus, it was very soft. I nearly had to keep myself from drowning in it.
"They will probably have to get a new bed after we leave here in the month," I joked.
"Likely so if we have anything to do with it."
Carlisle's POV
Isabella and I had just finished looking over the room when there was a knock on the door. I opened it to see that our luggage had arrived.
The bellhop helped me carry in the suitcases without my asking him. Once they were all close to the bed, I gave him a handsome tip. He was smiling widely as he left.
We put our clothes and other belongings away, then sat back down.
"Is there anything that you would like to do right now?" I inquired.
She frowned thoughtfully. "Not yet, but I do need to let Mom and Charlie know that we got here safely. I don't know what to do other than that. I would like to tour the beach and the city, but it's raining. I prefer not to go out if it's raining...when I can help it. Besides, I don't know when it will stop. We can't really leave until after sunset at any rate."
I had to agree with her. "I know what you mean. Well, there is an indoor and outdoor pool here if you want to see them."
"Later. I need to rest for a while. But I'm gonna call Charlie and Mom first."
"Rest? You just had a nap."
"I know, but I'm still a little tired."
"Ohhhh."
I gave her privacy as she called her father and mother. She assured them that we had gotten here without a problem. She told them that we were all okay and that she would talk to them soon.
When I exited the bathroom, she held her arms out with a grin. "You want to lay down next to me?" she questioned.
All I could do was laugh. "Why would I not?"
She placed her head on my chest once I was beside her. I pulled her into me.
"There we are," I sighed contentedly. "Is that better?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Good. Do you feel nauseous at all?"
Isabella shook her head. "No, I'm fine. I'm just a bit exhausted. Must be from the jet lag."
"Yes, it must be."
For a while, she dozed quietly, but never went back to sleep.
Alice, Jasper, Emmett, and Rosalie didn't come until after Isabella had finished resting.
"Your room is bigger than ours'! I'm jealous!" Alice exclaimed.
Jasper chuckled. "You say it as if our rooms are tiny and cramped."
"Which they're not," Emmett pointed out.
"I never said that they are, only that Dad's room is bigger."
Rosalie gazed at me. "So, what's the plan for today?"
I shrugged. "I'm not certain. Because it is raining, Isabella does not want to leave the hotel. She wanted to have a look at the indoor and outdoor pools, however. I decided that we are going to remain inside for the day. If she's up to it, we may go swimming. You can go out if you wish to, but be careful if you do."
They nodded.
Esme and Edward also visited us. Both of them liked how spacious the room was, but the coloring was not to their taste. Not that they hated it, of course.
Neither of them stayed here longer than twenty minutes. They wanted to check if we were all right and if we needed help with anything.
"I am going to find out if our old hunting ground is safe tonight. It may look different now that ten years had passed since we last came here," Edward stated.
"Do you need any of us to come with you?" Jasper inquired.
"Any of you can if you want to. I don't mind."
Everybody left soon afterwards. Isabella and I told them that we would catch up with them later.
I beamed at her when the elevator's doors closed. "Did you want to go swimming?"
"Sure, why not? It'll give us something do other than lying around and watching the rain fall for the rest of the day. I'll just put on my bathing suit and one of my shorts, and we can head to the pool now. Unless you'd rather wait?"
"No, no. That's fine. I'll throw on my beater and swimming trunks. Don't forget your towels."
We changed quickly, then gathered our towels and other necessary items.
The both of us had a splendid time. We swam and played together. If she was exhausted, we would talk at the side of the pool.
However, Isabella was jealous and extremely annoyed over the stares other woman gave me. Likewise, I found myself bristling at the men who eyed her with drollery. Not that I could blame them. She has a hot body.
She grew hungry after a while, so we headed back to our room. We showered and put on the clothes that we had on earlier, then I ordered room service for her.
I was floored when she asked for rare steak, a baked potato, and mixed vegetables. This was the second time that Isabella wanted rare meat as a part of her meal.
Nevertheless, I ordered it for her. I even ordered a rare steak for myself. I normally didn't consume human food, but rare meat had animal blood in it. Therefore, it was edible and did not make me or my family vomit.
A food service worker brought our trays to our room shortly afterwards. I gave him a tip and thanked him.
I spent half of our dinnertime telling her not to wolf down her meal. If she had not mentioned to Esme that she was going through PMS, I would have been extremely concerned about her very unusual appetite.
Later that evening, Isabella and I had wild, ravenous sex. The bed's headboard slammed into the wall so much, and we moaned and screamed so loudly, that it was a wonder that no one came to tell us to give it a rest.
My suspicions that there was something the matter with her other than PMS were reconfirmed the next day. Not only did she throw up in the morning, but she wasn't ill after that. I checked her forehead, but she didn't feel hot even though she still looked rather pale. However, she didn't look drawn anymore.
The weather was beautiful today. The sun was out and there was not one cloud in the sky. Isabella, my children, Esme, and I planned to go to the beach after the sun had set.
We enjoyed ourselves hugely. All of us swam in the ocean that Isabella told me felt like bathwater. I jokingly told her that didn't understand how she noticed that when she spent half of her time eating. She laughed and hit my arm playfully. Jasper buried Edward in the sand and Emmett threw a bucket of water on his face. We laid on our blankets as the sky darkened to a midnight-blue. The moon rose after a while and shone brightly on the ocean. The view was breathtaking.
On Sunday evening, I treated us all to a festival that I knew of in advance. There was a lot of traditional music and dancing. People were serving Mexican food. I danced with Isabella occasionally, but she preferred to watch everything.
Monday night was spent at a carnival. It was large enough to be a theme park! Isabella was very moody for no reason that I could see and did not feel like getting on most of the rides. Esme and our children had fun at least.
I was extremely concerned about her well-being at this point. So, when we had returned to our hotel room, I sat her down for a talk.
"Sweetheart, is there something bothering you? Ever since last week, you have been rather unlike yourself. Don't tell me that it's because you are PMSing. For as long as I have known you, you never behaved like this when you were. You never craved food or sex the way you have lately, either. And I'm certain that you haven't experienced nausea every morning when you PMS too," I stated.
"That's true. I never had...but I'm fine, Carlisle. There's honestly nothing wrong," she assured me. However, it was obvious that she didn't believe herself.
I gazed at her pointedly. "Hmm. Well, if the nausea, food and sex cravings, and mood swings continue, I will have to take you to the hospital nearby. And if you don't want to go to the hospital, I will give you a check-up here. Okay?"
She nodded. "Yeah, that will be fine. I'm tired, now. I'm going to take a shower and go to bed."
"Do you want me to join you?" I asked, my tone full of implications.
"You know you can," she laughed, winking at me.
Because Isabella was exhausted, we only had a quickie. She put on her nightclothes after drying off. I held her as she fell asleep.
It rained the next day. Alice called to let me know that it would until tomorrow afternoon. A storm system was going through this part of Mexico.
Isabella woke up around nine thirty. Unsurprisingly, she rushed to the bathroom to vomit. I followed to help keep her hair from being puked on.
"Do you want to go to the hospital later?" I queried.
"No. Fuck the hospital. I'm not going out if it's storming like it is now. Fuck it."
Her response took me aback. "There is no need to be upset. You can stay here if you prefer it. Would you like to head down to the pool later, then?"
"I don't know. I'll think about it."
She grew more irritable as the hours passed. I watched and listened as she muttered about feeling cooped up in the hotel. Or grumbled over the "stupid fucking rain!". Or the fact that we wouldn't have been able to go anywhere even if it was sunny. Or how bored she was.
After a while, I began to feel exasperated myself. I did not show it or tell her this. The last thing I wanted was to end up arguing with her. She was lashing out enough as it was.
"Honey, I really think that you need a check-up. I just want to be sure that you are not ill. You don't have to go to the hospital," I added when Isabella opened her mouth to protest.
"Okay, okay. You'll just keep nagging me about it otherwise. Please don't take long."
I took out my medical bag and laid it on the table where we were sitting.
The first thing that I did was check her vitals. All of them were normal. Nothing was wrong with her temperature. It ought to have been a little high if she was PMSing. The pallor in her skin had gone away.
Her heart rate was the only thing that was out of place. It sounded amplified...as if there were two of them. One of them was beating faster than the other. I adjusted my stethoscope.
Was I hearing correctly, or was I imagining this? It only meant one thing if I wasn't...
Bella's POV
I tried not to fidget while Carlisle examined me. His analytical stare was making me tense. The silence in the room didn't help.
Minutes later, he was done. He was frowning as he carefully put his things in his bag.
"Is anything wrong?" I questioned nervously.
He sighed as he turned to me. "There just might be. I listened to your heart, and it sounded like another one besides your own was beating," he replied.
I was scowled this time. "Another one? But that doesn't make any sense. Why would there be two?"
"Only for one reason. However, it would be unlikely because it isn't possible..."
Then he cocked his head. "Isabella, when is your period going to start? You didn't miss it, did you?"
"Well...it is a few days late, but I thought that it was because I have been stressed out since last Monday. I know that it can be late when you're under stress."
"You are right about that. Have you ever been late before?"
I shook my head. "Not that I can remember."
He nodded pensively. "May I take a look at your stomach? I just want to be certain that everything is okay."
"Sure."
Carlisle raised my t-shirt, then snickered. "You're growing a little pot-belly from all of the rare meat that you have eaten," he observed as he lay a hand on it.
I smacked his arm playfully. "Oh, shut up. It's not my fault that I've been craving it," I remarked with a grin.
"No, it's not...W-Whoa! What the-?!" he exclaimed, startled.
"What?"
"Be still for a minute."
He pressed onto my abdomen. I felt movement where his hand was seconds later. It was as if something kicked both of us.
I jumped. "What the hell?! What was that?!"
"Get up. You need to be taken to the hospital right now."
"But I said that I didn't want to go...!"
Carlisle pocketed our hotel key and wallet. Then he took out his umbrella. "I know, but you have to."
I was even more bewildered and anxious by this time. "For what? Why?"
He led my out of the room. "Something moved in your stomach. If you're not pregnant, then..."
My jaw dropped. "Pregnant?! B-But I thought that vampires were unable to have children!"
"Well, in any case, we are going to find out if that is a lie very soon. And if you are pregnant, it would certainly explain your unusually appetite, mood swings, morning sickness, and fatigue."
I couldn't think of anything else to say as we stepped into the elevator. There was nothing to say.
Alice, Jasper, Emmett, and Rosalie joined us. This was expected; I knew that they would want to.
"Carlisle, were you serious? Is it true that Bella might be...?" Rosalie asked.
"Yes, but I want her to get a pregnancy test and ultrasound to find out whether or not she is," he declared.
When all of us outside, we got in our rental vehicles.
The trip to El Hospital de Cancún was not long. We parked in front of it before walking across the lot to the building. Esme and Edward were standing near the automatic doors.
"Before you ask, yes, we heard it all," he said in a form of greeting.
"I will help you and Carlisle out if you are pregnant," Esme stated. "Luckily, I remember everything that happened, and how I felt during the whole nine months."
I grinned and thanked her.
Just about all of the medical workers in the hospital spoke Spanish. Nevertheless, Edward pointed out a man who could speak and understand English. It wouldn't have matter much if he hadn't. Carlisle was as fluent in Spanish as he was in English.
After he spoke to the doctor about the reason for our visit, we sat in the waiting area. It was a very empty for this time of day.
Pretty soon, another man called both my name and Carlisle's. He introduced himself as Dr. Vivírez. Carlisle told Esme and his kids that we would be back as we followed him.
Dr. Vivírez led us to a room with a bed and sonogram. A bathroom was connected to it.
"You can sit down on the edge of the bed, Srta. Swan. Dr. Cullen, you can have the seat next to it," he offered, shutting the room's door. His English was amazingly good!
He himself perched on a roller chair. "Well, Dr. Cullen, I understand that you brought your girlfriend here because you suspect that she is pregnant?" he inquired next.
Carlisle bobbed his head. "Yes. Bella has been having the mood swings, fatigue, high appetite, and the morning sickness since last Thursday. I also noticed that her stomach has a roundness to it, and there was movement inside of it."
"I see. It is very likely that you are right. I will give Bella a pregnancy test just to be certain, as well as an ultrasound. But I will obtain her vital signs first."
He then slid on his gloves and proceeded to check my pulse and respiration. He also took temperature and blood pressure. Finally, he looked at my eyes and inside my mouth and ears.
"All is stable and well. Take this pregnancy test, please, Srta. Bella. The bathroom is right there."
I did as he told me. Before peeing, I read the instructions on the box before using the test. I washed my hands once I was finished.
"Muchas gracias, Srta. Bella," Dr. Vivírez said when I gave it to him. I plopped onto the bed. Carlisle took my hand as we waited for the results. I squeezed it.
Three minutes afterwards, Dr. Vivírez lifted the test out of the cup that he put it in. He read it before smiling at us.
"It says that you are pregnant, Srta. Bella..."
Carlisle and I exchanged shocked glances.
"...however, I need to use the ultrasound to see if the test is accurate," he concluded.
He offered me a blanket for privacy; I had to remove my shirt and bra. He turned away as I did.
I laid on bed after that and he exposed my abdomen. I shivered when he spread a cold gel on it.
"Everything all right?" Carlisle queried, stroking my hair.
"Yeah."
Dr. Vivírez moved the paddle around while looking at the screen. He quickly found what he was looking for.
"The test is accurate, Srta. Bella. And the fetus is remarkably well developed. You are a bit more than two months pregnant...with a girl."
(A/N: PLEASE REVIEW! There you go, the surprise! I had a writer's block, so I wasn't able to finish this sooner. Anyway, Happy New Year! I hope you enjoyed the chapter!)