Where have you been? Where did you go? Those summer nights seem long ago. And so is the girl you used to call the Queen of New York City. But if you send for me, you know I'll come. And if you call for me, you know I'll run. ~ Lana Del Rey, Old Money
EPOV
The house seemed oddly quiet when I walked in. It was only nine, Bella wouldn't already be asleep. I checked the movie room in the basement first, that was usually where she spent her time when I worked late. She wasn't there, so I headed up to our bedroom.
Her message after her appointment didn't sit well with me, but I had a completely packed day filled with a mixture of meetings and paperwork to get ready for my business dinner tonight. I had met with a few local politicians that wanted my money to help get them elected. They didn't care where it came from, just that they had it. The dinner was monotonous as hell, but it never hurt to have as many people in power on my side as possible.
My original plan had been to meet with Emmett and Jasper tonight, but I pushed it back an hour to come home and see Bella, just to make sure she was okay. She spent the last six weeks constantly taking care of me, whether I asked for it or not. The least I could do was check on her.
The bathroom door was closed, but I could see light peeking out underneath it. I knocked softly before slowly opening it. "Bella?"
She stood in the middle of the room, shirtless. I frowned, confused by her odd appearance but relieved she was at least okay. Bella's eyes darted to the counter before looking back at me, complete horror on her face.
Walking toward the counter I noticed it was covered in sticks. Some big, some small. Some pink, some white. So many sticks. Picking one up I looked at the tiny screen on the end. Pregnant.
I picked up each one, there had to be forty, maybe fifty covering the counter. A few had a plus sign, some simply said pregnant like the first, others had two lines. Did two lines mean pregnant? What the fuck did a plus sign mean?
Fucking hell. Pregnant?
I looked back at Bella, frozen in the same spot she was in when I walked in. "Banner did a blood test and told me this afternoon. I didn't believe him though, so I took a few tests." Christ, more than a few, baby.
"You're pregnant?" I asked, the word sounded foreign in my mouth.
"I, um, think so."
When Bella and I were getting ready to go on vacation after her shooting, I saw her medical records. It wasn't legal, but I got them and forwarded them to Banner and a specialist he recommended. Both said the same thing; she would never be able to conceive her own child. "They said you couldn't…"
"Banner said that people in situations like mine typically had a one in a million chance at getting pregnant."
One in a million. That's still a fucking chance, however slim it may be. That's information we should have known. I picked up one of the tests, the one that simply said pregnant because who needs the fucking hassle of looking up what two lines or a plus or what-fucking-ever else meant.
I exhaled and it felt like I hadn't done it in minutes. Had I? Maybe not. I sat down against the cabinets, test still in hand. "Pregnant."
"Yeah," Bella said, finally moving and sitting next to me. "I mean, maybe. People have… issues all the time. I'm sure I'm more likely to have issues, too. Banner set me up with a specialist, I have an appointment tomorrow.
"I don't think… we shouldn't get too invested right now. Not until we know more."
Fucking Banner. He told her she was pregnant and just left it like that? No more information? "Do you know –"
"All I know is what I told you, Banner couldn't tell me much."
I frowned at the test in my hands. Typically, I handled stressful situations well. I had been in fucking shootouts and didn't break a sweat. I understood that things could change in an instant and could make a plan quickly based on whatever may happen. But right now, when a scenario that had been definitively taken off of the table of possibility was thrown in my face, I didn't know how to react.
Bella's voice was quiet when she spoke. "Are you mad at me?"
"No. Fuck, no I'm not mad at you, Bella. I'm shocked. Really fucking shocked. Your message seemed odd… But I didn't think I would come home to fifty positive pregnancy tests." Shit. Positive pregnancy tests.
"I know. I'm sorry. I should have waited until my appointment tomorrow to tell you, when I knew more."
"No, I'm glad I know. We'll go tomorrow and find out what our next step is. Everything will be fine." Maybe if I kept saying everything would be fine, it would be. Because in this moment, I had no plan on how to actually make things fine and that was disconcerting.
Bella rested her head on my shoulder and I looked down at her. "Why aren't you wearing a shirt?"
"I wanted to see if I was showing. Banner was feeling my abdomen, I think that's what made him suspect it enough to do a blood test."
"Are you?" I asked, my mind suddenly filled with images of Bella with a cute little pregnant stomach.
"No, I don't think so."
I knew she wasn't. I saw her naked this morning. Shit, I hated feeling out of control. Bella stood and started removing what little clothing she had left. I watched her skeptically for a minute before she turned on the shower.
When I joined her under the warm spray we silently washed each other. My mind couldn't focus on anything for too long, so I tried to focus on the task at hand. I knelt at Bella's feet, running my soaped-up hands along her legs and my eyes landed on her abdomen. It didn't look any different but there was a very real possibility that our child was in there. Fuck. Our child.
Impulsively, I placed a gentle kiss over her lower abdomen. Nearly instantly she started crying.
"Please don't do that. Please don't get your hopes up that this is real or that it'll all be okay," she cried. "I can't handle disappointing you like that again."
My chest tightened as she sobbed against me. There was nothing I could say to comfort her right now. I didn't have the answers she needed and it killed me. I took care of her in the only ways that I could for now, drying her off, getting her a little something to eat, and holding her through the night. Because as much as I wanted to tell her that her pregnancy was real and that it would turn out okay, I knew the odds were against us.
…Dark…
I wasn't being a very good husband. Everything felt off, every thought in my head felt wrong. This entire situation seemed wrong and for some reason I just couldn't turn off my brain long enough to comfort my wife properly, who was probably feeling ten times more confused than I was.
But when we were sitting in an exam room I looked over at her. She was pulling at the strings of her sweatshirt with a frown on her face, her leg bouncing as she waited. I realized that it was a perfectly normal situation we were in. Couples had surprise pregnancies all of the time. We were in a healthy, committed relationship. If we had a child… the if was the problem.
The if was what caused the anxiety in both of us, because right now we didn't have any concrete facts. I was fairly positive she was pregnant, but the health of the child was my biggest concern. After her meltdown in the shower, I knew that was what was holding Bella back as well.
She looked so scared sitting there; scared to be happy, scared that a doctor was about to come in and tell her she was about to lose another child or something equally as devastating.
I went and stood next to her, stopping her bouncing knee and pulling her hands into mine. "I know you're scared and nervous and confused, but everything will be fine. No matter what, we'll get through it together. We always do."
There was no way I could control the outcome to the situation, but I could control my response. No matter what the doctor said I would stand by my wife and piece her back together if need be. I felt slightly better with that realization. Still scared shitless, but a little less so.
The door opened and a woman walked in. She gave Bella a small smile. "Hello, Mrs. Cullen. I'm Doctor Hartman," she said, shaking Bella's hand.
Bella and the doctor talked for a minute about their connection to her husband, my surgeon following the plane crash. I found the card in Bella's purse early this morning and did some research on the female Doctor Hartman. She had an impressive amount of experience working with high risk pregnancies and seemed very well respected within the field. There were no red flags so far, but I would do more research into her this afternoon.
"Now, the first thing I'd like to do is an ultrasound to see what we're working with. If you'd lie back, Mrs. Cullen."
Shit. I stood next to Bella as she situated herself on the table. I could barely make out a slight tremor in her hands as she rolled up her sweatshirt. Not only in her right hand either. When the lights dimmed I grabbed her hand and gave it a squeeze, eying the doctor as she set up the machine.
My mind went blank as the screen across from us lit up with the ultrasound images. I held my breath, looking for anything I could recognize, but it was all a mess of grey and black to me.
"There we are," the doctor said, pointing at the screen. I thought I saw something, just for a second, but then it was gone. She moved the wand a fraction of an inch and then I could clearly see a hand. Christ, a tiny little hand.
"Holy shit," Bella mumbled. The sound of a heartbeat filled the room. "Holy shit."
At the sound of the steady heartbeat, I finally exhaled. I was no doctor, but it sounded like a strong heartbeat. That was a good sign. Very good sign.
"You're much farther along that I would have guessed. Do you have an extreme workout routine?"
Bella and the doctor talked about her symptoms, or lack thereof, and how the pregnancy was possible in the first place. I divided my attention between their conversation and the moving image in front of me. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. Jesus, that's my child.
"So…" Bella murmured. "I'm actually pregnant. There's a baby in there… has been for sixteen weeks. In five months we're going to have a baby." Shit, it sounded unreal when she put it like that. Five months was nothing.
"Yes. In about five months you will have a baby. They look perfect so far. Would you like to know the sex?"
That question caught my attention. Made the whole thing seem more real suddenly. Made me realize just who the child Bella was carrying could one day become.
"Could you write it down? So we can look at it later?"
"Of course. We'll get you a print out of the ultrasound as well."
My mind seemed to finally wake up. It was like the last twelve hours or so it had been filled with white noise, barely able to think about anything at all. Now I couldn't shut it off. Would Bella need a specific diet? What things did pregnant women have to avoid besides alcohol? Were there any warning signs we could look out for? Should she keep working or take things easy because this was a high-risk pregnancy?
"What about sex?" I asked after getting a few of the more important ones out of the way.
"Sex is fine, as long as everything feels good and normal for you, Mrs. Cullen, it should be fine."
"Just Bella." I looked down at her and saw her eyes locked on her stomach.
As we left I sent Eric to go get the vitamins the doctor told Bella to take. When we got home, I felt like I could finally relax a little bit. It had been an incredibly tense few hours.
"I'm pregnant," Bella whispered as we stood in the entryway.
"You're pregnant," I said. For the first time the word didn't sound odd coming out of my mouth.
"Are you… happy?"
"It's going to take some getting used to. But, yes, I think so. Are you?" I still needed to process everything. I had to sit down alone and think about what all of this meant. But there wasn't a moment where I felt dread or anger when I thought about the pregnancy.
Small arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me down to her level. I wrapped my arms around her waist. "Yes, I'm very happy."
I got Bella situated in her movie room, curled up under a blanket with her laptop. She insisted she was fine, so I changed into shorts and went to our gym. I went for the treadmill because that required the least amount of attention. As I started running I realized that while the initial panic that something might be wrong with Bella or the baby had eased, I still had a sense of underlying doubt. This whole thing seemed fake, like a prank gone wrong because as soon as I thought about it being taken away my chest hurt.
The memory of the ultrasound popped into my mind, that little hand that I saw clear as day. That's my child; a person made from a little bit of Bella and a little bit of me. A little boy or girl who would be ours to take care of and send out into the world.
My steps faltered and I turned the treadmill off. Panting, I looked down at the screen and saw I had unknowingly run five miles while completely distracted.
Bella… she would be a phenomenal mother, there was no doubt about it. That child couldn't have asked for a better mother or protector. I could tell at every mention of Alice's pregnancy or every time Rose mentioned wanting another child that Bella was starting to truly realize what she had lost. But now she hadn't lost it.
There were still things to worry about, a million different things to worry about that seemed to keep me from enjoying the moment, but I had to let it go. The mother of my unborn child was sitting in the other room all alone, and I was in here sulking. Unacceptable.
Ignoring the sweat dripping down my chest I found Bella where I left her, cuddled in the corner of a fluffy reclining chair. Before she could react, I set her computer aside and had her in my arms in one of those cliché hugs that turned into a spin.
"You're pregnant," I mumbled against her neck.
"You're happy?" Bella asked, her confusion about my outburst evident.
"Yes. I'm sorry I wasn't as expressive before, I just needed to think. It's odd, isn't it?" I set her on her feet in front of me. The room was dark, the credits of her movie playing behind us, but I could still make out the soft smile on her face.
"Yeah. It's really fucking weird. And terrifying. But… good too, right?"
"Really good," I told her, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as I looked down at her. Shit, she was cute pregnant. "Do you need anything? Another blanket, some water?"
"No," she giggled. "I'm okay. I'm actually sort of exhausted," she said, an almost guilty look on her face.
"You've been exhausted for weeks, haven't you?"
"Kind of," she admitted.
I could tell she was tired for a while, she worked a lot on a regular basis and then topping that off with everything from the crash I just thought she was stressed. Bella was excellent at pushing aside her needs for everyone else.
"No more pushing things down. If you're tired, take a nap. If you don't feel good, tell me. Okay?"
She sighed. "Okay. I'm tired."
Smiling down at her I lifted her in my arms bridal style and carried her up to bed. I placed a gentle kiss on her forehead as she relaxed into bed.
"Edward?" My eyes met hers. "I'm still kind of terrified of this whole thing."
"That's okay. I am too."
I took a quick shower. My plan had been to get some work done while Bella took her nap, but she looked so peaceful as she slept. It made me want nothing more than to get in bed behind her and take my own nap.
Bella sighed against me as I pulled her close. I was a second away from sleep when I realized the most worrying part of this whole thing.
Shit. I'm going to be a father.
…Dark…
The next few days were a haze of startling realizations and coming home to find Bella with happy tears streaming down her face. It had happened twice so far. The initial shock was wearing off a bit for me. It was still fucking weird, looking at Bella and knowing she was creating a little human inside her. Our little human.
Today was Bella's first day back at work and it was surprisingly hard not to go down there every hour to make sure she was okay. She had seemed fine, physically, so far. But I did start to realize a few things that are now so obviously pregnancy symptoms.
The short temper was the biggest. It started at the hospital and hasn't gone away since. It had seemed so out of character for her then, fighting with the staff and scaring them away. That wasn't Bella, but we both assumed it was the stressful situation. Apparently, we had hormones to blame for the mood swings.
So, when I walked from the conference room to my desk and heard Jessica gossiping with an intern it caught my attention.
"I have a friend interning down there. He said she's fucking losing it."
Stopping in my tracks, I backed up a few steps until I was facing the two of them. "Are you talking about my wife?"
"Oh, um," the girl stuttered, and I could tell she was trying to decide whether she should lie or not. "Yes."
The elevator would take too long, so I took the stairs quickly down the one floor to Bella's office. The mood was instantly somber as I walked in, completely opposite of what it usually was. Bella's employees were much happier with their boss than mine were upstairs.
"It can't be that fucking hard to schedule the conference call. I don't need a business degree from north-fucking-western to know that."
Bella was standing outside her office, yelling at a man probably just a few years younger than her. I had to give him some credit, he didn't try to fight back, just nodded and went back to his desk. As soon as he moved she saw me in the doorway.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice much calmer than seconds ago.
"I just wanted to see how you were doing," I told her, walking over and grabbing her hand to lead her into her office.
We both sat down on the couch off to the side. "Why are you actually here?"
"I heard you were having some issues," I said carefully.
She sighed and rested her head on my shoulder. "I feel weird."
"Bad weird?"
"No, just weird. Maybe a little achy, sort of tired. Extremely frustrated at everyone out there. There's a human being growing inside of me and it feels weird. But I wasn't feeling like this five days ago when we didn't know. Is it all just in my head?"
"You were feeling it, you just didn't know what it was. You pushed everything to the side when I got hurt. It's not surprising you didn't realize you were pregnant sooner. You're more aware now, which is good. I don't want you pushing anything aside because you think you should feel a certain way."
"How do you always know how to make me feel better?"
I kissed the top of her head. "Because I love you. Do you want me to take you home?"
"No. I do have a call I have to make. I need to get as much done now before I can't come in anymore."
We had decided to keep the pregnancy from the public for the duration of it. Bella didn't want to deal with the judgement of the world and I couldn't have cared less about them knowing. It did mean she wouldn't be able to do much once she started showing.
I spent a little while longer sitting with her and listened when she told me she was trying to get the first film underway before she disappeared for a while. Because my wife was a force to be reckoned with, she had her sights set on a film being passed around by a writer who had been nominated for a handful of Academy Awards but had never won. He was someone everyone wanted, according to Bella.
As I left, I got a few mouthed 'thank yous' from the employees in the surrounding area. It was laughable that people could be so intimidated by the woman in there with the sweetest heart imaginable. Though I hadn't been on the receiving end of a hormonal anger outbreak yet.
After a few hours I knew Bella had to be exhausted. I packed up my things and quickly took the stairs back down to her office. The door opened just as I was taking the last stair, and Bella walked in.
"Oh, hi," she said with a smile.
"Ready to go?" She nodded, intertwining our fingers as we walked. The moment we got in the car she situated herself against me, head on my shoulder and eyes peacefully shut. I hated to keep her out longer than necessary, but there was one stop we had to make before going home.
When we got there, I gently nudged Bella awake. "I just need to get your opinion on something."
Begrudgingly, she followed me out of the car, gasping when she saw the plane in front of us. She silently followed me as I pulled her along. It was frustrating having to go through the process of getting another plane, but mine was in about a million different pieces now.
Once we were on board I let Bella walk around on her own for a few minutes. I sat in the main cabin and looked around. This one was a little less business and a little more… family friendly. As family friendly as a private plane could seem. Along one wall there was a couch as opposed to single seats. This one seemed more comfortable than the last.
"Have you bought it yet?" Bella asked, sitting next to me on the couch.
"No, I wanted our opinion. Do you like it?"
She shrugged. "Sure, though I don't know enough about planes to form an actual opinion. It's pretty." It's pretty… it was a forty-million-dollar luxury private plane, of course it was pretty. "Could you not get one like before?"
"This one is a little bigger. More family friendly."
Bella snorted, and then started cackling. Full body chortles. "Edward," she said as soon as she could talk through her laughing. "People don't go out and buy new planes to be family friendly. A car, maybe."
"Our cars are already big enough, and the safest model money can buy. We needed a plane, this one is bigger for our family," I said, convincing myself to go through with it. "Come on, let's get you home."
Standing, I pulled her up with me and headed out.
"Hey," she said, pulling me back to her. "I like the plane, and I like that you said our family." Behind her eyes, I could see the tears coming so I wrapped her in my arms and let them fall on my shoulder.
…Dark…
On Saturday Bella spent most of her day in our bedroom while I worked in my office. About an hour before we had to leave for dinner with the family I walked in and found her laying on the bed, hair falling over the edge, surrounded by books but no longer reading. Just staring at the ceiling.
"Are you okay?"
"There's a lot of shit about being pregnant that nobody tells you about," she said, her voice monotone.
"Like what?"
"My organs are moving. Which, I mean, it makes sense but they're moving. It's weird. I'll nearly double the amount of blood in my body which will make my heart actually grow. I'll get pregnancy brain and forget everything all the time because I may have more blood, but there's less oxygen in it for some fucked up reason. My bones loosen… or the ligaments… something loosens so the baby can tear its way out of me.
"Then, after I go through all of that I have to actually have the baby. Childbirth and afterbirth all sound pretty fucking terrible."
I should have paid more attention when Emmett and Jasper would talk about their wives' pregnancies, because everything Bella was talking about did sound pretty awful. It hadn't occurred to me yet that I would have to watch her screaming in pain delivering our child. Fuck.
Kneeling on the floor next to where her head rested on the bed, I kissed her softly. "It's good we're telling everyone tonight. Alice and Rose have been through it all, they'll have more comforting words for you than I do," I admitted because fuck if moving organs didn't sound painful. "But I will promise to be here for you, misplaced organs and all."
Bella rolled out of bed and slunk off to the closet to get ready. I was picking up all of her books when I heard a soft gasp from the ensuite. When I got there, she was dressed similarly as when I found her surrounded by pregnancy tests; bra and sweatpants and nothing else.
"Are you okay?"
"There's a little bump. Can you tell?" Bella turned to the side and ran a hand down her abdomen. Sure enough, right below her belly button, there was a definite bump.
I stood there and watched her, twisting her body in every direction to get a look at her little bump. This was the woman that cried every night for months after she was told she lost a child and could never have another. The one who constantly apologized to me for not being able to have a child, though it was of no fault of her own. There she was, smiling down at her little baby bump despite all of the horrible things she just listed a few minutes earlier.
We were the last to arrive at dinner after spending a good chunk of time mesmerized by Bella's abdomen. Everyone was already gathered around Alice and Jasper's living room when we walked in.
Bella sat next to me on a loveseat across from everyone, constantly fidgeting with the sleeves of her sweater. I put an arm around her shoulder and my lips at her ear. "You know, for an Academy Award winning actress you're not playing it very cool right now."
"We should have talked about it," she whispered to me. "How do we tell –"
"What are you two whispering about?" Alice asked from across the room.
I looked down at Bella with a smile. There's your opening, baby. She looked horrified. Whether it was the attention or the fear of everyone's reactions, I wasn't sure.
"Bella and I have some news for you all."
"What'd you do?" Alice asked warily.
"Why do you assume it's bad news?"
"Because you guys are the most frustratingly private people I've ever met. I'm pretty sure the last time you came over here and said you had news you were telling me Bella had been arrested."
Huh. "Which time?"
Bella huffed. "I haven't been arrested that many times."
"What's the news?" Rosalie asked, looking nearly as skeptical as Alice.
"Um," Bella mumbled, looking up at me. "I have to throw up." Before I could respond Bella was up and hurrying to the bathroom down the hall.
"Shit." Ignoring the curious glances from my family I followed her and caught up to her just as she started heaving into the toilet. I quickly pulled her hair back as it started sliding over her shoulder, rubbing her back until she was finished.
When she was done she sat back against the wall opposite of the toilet. I searched through the cabinets and found a toothbrush still in the package and some toothpaste. Helping Bella to her feet I handed her everything she needed and watched her in the mirror as she brushed her teeth.
This was the first time I really thought about how hard the next few months would be on her, and the hell it was going to be to have to watch it. The things she listed earlier were just a few of the symptoms she was going to have to deal with.
"You okay?" I asked as she finished rinsing her mouth out.
She nodded and wrapped her arms around my waist. We stood like that for a minute until she pulled away and grabbed my hand. "Okay. Let's go."
When we got back to the living room everyone looked at us with suspicious eyes.
"Are you okay?" Jasper asked. He had Alice draped over his lap now, like he had to hold her down to keep her from following us.
"Yes. I'm, um," Bella stuttered, the pressure of her hand increasing by the second in mine. "I'm pregnant."
The room was silent. Everyone's eyes widened. I smiled down at my wife.
"Really?" Rosalie asked, her voice hushed.
We both nodded.
"How?" Alice asked, then rolled her eyes at herself. "I mean, I know how. But… how?"
"The doctor said it was a one in a million kind of situation."
Within seconds Bella was enveloped in hugs by the women. I gave her hand one last squeeze before leaving them to talk. Emmett and Jasper retreated to the bar after saying their congratulations.
"Congrats, man," Emmett said as I walked over, a big smile on his face. "When did you find out?"
"Just a few days ago."
"You're supposed to wait until the first trimester is over to tell people, you know."
"Thank you, Mr. Mom. She's sixteen weeks pregnant."
"Shit, really?" Jasper asked, looking over at her again. I couldn't blame them, she definitely didn't look like the average four-month pregnant woman.
I nodded. "Apparently a combination of stress and exercise and genetics. She just started showing a little bit today that we noticed."
"Damn. That's amazing. You could tell, you know? That she wanted it."
"Do you know the sex?"
"Not yet. We have it written down, but we haven't looked."
"If it's a boy –"
"I know." If it was a boy he would become first in line to inherit everything; the entire Cullen legacy. But, damn, a girl with Bella's genes would be one hell of a leader too.
The rest of dinner was spent talking about pregnancy which was odd on many different levels. It was still something I was getting used to, the idea of what Bella was going through and what we would be doing five months from now. Talking about it with everyone made it seem a bit more real.
Bella was freaked out again when we got home. She didn't talk much once we left, and as soon as we walked in the door she slunk off to our bedroom. I gave her a few minutes alone before I followed.
When I found her in our ensuite she was standing just as she had before we left, shirtless and staring at her stomach. Her eyes were a little sad this time.
"What is it?"
"I'm going to tell you all of the things I'm worried about and then you're going to tell me I shouldn't worry about them. I was talking with Alice and Rose and… I don't want to be scared and worried for the next five months. Some women love being pregnant, and this'll probably be my only chance.
"There's the not so fun parts like the whole misplaced organs thing but I should enjoy it and not worry so much… right?"
"Right," I told her, walking over to stand behind her. I wrapped my arms carefully around her, resting my hands over hers on her small bump. "I think a certain amount of fear and anxiety over the whole thing is expected, but you tend to go worse-case scenario on everything. We'll get in a warm bath and relax and you can tell me every worry in that pretty little head of yours, okay?"
We did exactly that. Bella sat with her back against my chest and talked for hours. There were so many worries in that mind of hers I didn't know how she concentrated on anything else. There were some that I expected, about something happening to the baby because of her issues, but there were some unexpected ones too.
"What if you don't like me when I'm fat?"
"Most of your worries so far have been valid, but that one has no place taking up space in your head, Bella."
"I'm going to get fat, Edward. What if –"
"First, you'll be pregnant, not fat. There's a difference. Second, I'd love you no matter what; if you were fat, if you shaved your head, if you got a sudden interest in facial tattoos… don't worry about things like that, Bella."
It was another thirty minutes before I had answered every one of her fears. Most were completely valid considering this wasn't something she ever though she would have to deal with. Hell, I felt the same way about a lot of the things she said, but we would figure everything out together. First, we just had to get through the next five months.
A/N: Thank you for all of the wonderful reviews on the last chapter! I was so excited to see what you all had to say about it. Thanks for understanding that some things might not be completely correct, and just going with the flow. There were even a few of you who shared your own issues with becoming pregnant, some have had doctors say it's completely impossible and then bam, miracle baby! I loved hearing your stories, thank you for sharing something so personal.
Also, a lot of you commented on the doctor's use of 'they' – that was simply to avoid using he/she and spoiling the gender. No twins, I promise. Sorry for the confusion! Speaking of gender… I wanna know what you guys think the gender of the baby is, and what name you would choose! I've got a few in mind, but I'd love to hear what you guys think!
