Good morning, loves.
All mistakes are on me!
Thirty: Edward
October 6, 2022
Cambridge, England
It takes Bella a while to calm down. I'm 99% sure it's pregnancy hormones that are making her so weepy.
I don't tell her, but seeing her cry like this makes me want to cry too. I hold back—barely—and just hold her until she calms.
When she's ready, we call my mom.
"Bella! Sweetheart it's so good to hear from you! How are things? Have you settled in yet? How is Edward doing? Has he made friends at school? I found some things for your new place, small really, but I was going to ship them over to you-"
"Mom!" I say, cutting her off. "Thanks but we're good, everything is good."
"Edward, Sweetheart! How is school?"
"It's great, Mom." I glance at Bella who is staring anxiously at my phone like my mom could climb out of it and start cleaning right now. "We have some news."
"Oh? Should I get dad? Hold on." The phone goes quiet a moment and Bella looks at me.
"She's going to move here when we tell her," she whispers. I snort.
"Yeah, probably."
"Edward? Bella? Are you two there?"
"Yeah, mom. We're here."
Mom hums. "I have dad here with me. Carlisle they have news. No, I don't know what it is. Hold on, I'll put them on speaker."
Bella turns into my chest, fighting back a small giggle. Finally, my parents are situated.
"Okay, what's your news? Are you graduating early? Is it a job offer?"
I laugh. "No, mom. I'm like 3 days into school!"
Bella smirks beside me. Leave it to my mom to assume her kids are capable of cutting a doctoral program down to a few days.
"Es, let them just tell us," Dad says, sounding a little amused.
"Well, I'm just so excited to hear from them. They said they would call us all the time," she points out.
"Sweetheart, they call us once a week."
My parents start arguing, and I can feel the conversation getting away from us.
"I'm pregnant!" Bella blurts out.
There is a strange, gasping shrieking sound on the phone, and Bella looks at me anxiously. "Mom? Did you just scream?" It's hard to tell what exactly that was.
"A baby?" Yeah, she's definitely screaming. "What, how far along? When are you due? Have you bought anything yet? Picked out names?"
"No, Mom," I cut her off again, laughing. "Bella's nine weeks along. We aren't telling many people yet, just family."
I hope it's clear what I'm trying to tell her.
"Well, have you told Grandma Platt yet?"
I roll my eyes. "No, mom, we haven't called Grandma yet."
"Who is your doctor? Are they any good?"
Bella rolls her eyes. "He's a quack," Bella tells her. "But I think he probably knows what he's doing."
"Carlisle, make some calls. Find out who Bella can go see. We need the best for our grandchild."
I can practically feel my dad rolling his eyes.
"Anyway, Mom. We just wanted to let you guys know. It's nearly dinner time for us, so we're going to get going, but we'll catch up again on Sunday, okay?"
"Wait, Edward, have you-"
"We'll talk to you kids later. Congratulations," Dad says, cutting my mom off. The line goes dead and Bella busts into giggles.
"I so don't want to be anywhere near Chicago right now. Can you imagine the backlash your dad is about to face cutting your mom off like that?"
I laugh. "I know, God be with him."
Bella snickers and curls up in my arms. We're laid out on the sofa, and it's pretty damn comfortable. It's been nice to be able to spend the day together.
"Are you going to call the girls?" I ask.
Bella hums. "In a minute," she yawns a little. "I'm tired now."
I nod. "Yeah, a nap is definitely in order."
