Good Morning, Loves!

All mistakes are on me.


Twenty-Eight: Bella

October 6, 2022

Cambridge, England

I can't get comfortable.

Edward and I have a morning together, and we're both trying to get work done in bed, but literally every position feels wrong. I feel like I have to pee, but I'm not sure if I'm psyching myself out knowing I have had to pee more, or if I really do have to go. On top of that, I woke up with boobs that felt like they'd been tenderized by a manic butcher, so my mood isn't great.

"Are you pouting?"

I look over at Edward who is propped up against our headboard, his book in his lap. He's barely glancing at me, so I stick my tongue out at him. He smiles, even as he turns the page in his book.

"I have to pee," I whine. He pauses and looks up at me.

"So go?"

I roll my eyes. "No. I'm warm and what if my body is just pretending."

He stares at me.

I stare back.

I'm annoyed with him, but I also kind of want to jump him.

"Babe," he says slowly. "Just get up and go pee."

"But I'm a cinnamon roll!" I whine, curling the blankets around me tighter. He sighs.

"Go pee and I'll reroll you."

It's an intriguing offer, because undoubtedly it'll mean we end up rolling around together on the bed. "Okay," I say, throwing the covers off me. Edward shakes his head as I head to the bathroom. It's cold in our apartment, and I shiver when my toes hit the tile in the bathroom.

As soon as I sit on the toilet, I realize I really did need to go, and I'm glad that I got up.

I finish up in there—after peeing for like, thirty seconds straight—then wash up before dashing back to bed. Edward is drinking his coffee and reading his book as I dive back into bed. I don't know if he manages not to spill his coffee or not because I dive deep into the covers. "I'm cold!"

He laughs, and I feel him set his book down as he pulls the blankets over my whiny ass.

"Better?" he asks. I poke my head out of the covers.

"Yes." I kiss his elbow, which is the closest part of him I can reach and he grins. He picks his book back up as I grab my phone. I should be writing, but I don't have it in me this morning, so instead, I'm scrolling TikTok.

"Hey," I say, a thought occurring to me a moment later. Edward glances at me. "We haven't told anyone about Spawn."

Edward sets his book down. "I thought you wanted to wait?"

I sigh. "Look, if I had it my way, no one would know until we showed up on their doorstep for holidays or something."

Edward laughs. "Babe, we can wait to tell people," he says, shaking his head. I frown.

"Well, I sorta wanted to talk to Rose, which meant Alice will know which means your mom is going to know," I say slowly. Edward nods, understanding.

"Who do you want to tell first?"

I consider it. I want to tell the girls, because I need them right now more than ever. Am I still afraid to talk to them? Yeah, more than ever, but at least Rose has been through this part of pregnancy before and I have questions.

I look up at Edward. "My dad," I say finally. "Then your parents, if you're okay with it?"

Edward nods. "I think that sounds perfect."

"Then I'll call the girls after, before your mom has a chance to higher the Chicago Tribune or something."

Edward snorts. "I wouldn't put it past her."

I giggle.

"Do you want to call your mom?"

I sober up at the mention of my mom. "She'd just lecture me about killing the romance in our marriage," I huff. "I'll pass."

Edward frowns. "I agree," he says slowly. I stare at him. It looks like he's trying to find a way to tell me that I should reach out to her anyway.

I grunt. "Fine, I'll call her too. Even though she doesn't deserve it."

Edward reaches down, squeezing my shoulder.

"I think it's for the best."

I sigh. "Yeah, I hope so."