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The need to pee constantly. Remembering to cross one's legs when one needed to cough or sneeze. Backache. Puffy fingers and feet, including the ankles if your body wanted to really piss you off. Sore boobs, oh God yeah, sore boobs were the worst. And bad skin.
I looked like a diseased Mrs. Potato-Head in maternity clothes. Yep, I was officially dressed in a tent. And I was only twenty weeks pregnant.
The plus side was that my hair was growing really well, but that was hardly a plus side because the bitchy know-it-all nurse at my last appointment told me that after they were born, it would all fall out again.
Anyway, enough of this moping shit, I needed to finish getting ready. We were having our 3D scan of the twins today and would hopefully be sweetening up the grandparents later this evening for dinner.
"Do you know how hard it is to not go to the toilet when told, but also to make sure I keep going because the doctor doesn't want me to get another infection?" I grumbled as I pulled myself and my belly into the passenger's seat of Edward's car and grabbed the seat belt.
"It must feel very confusing," he said in a monotone voice.
Yeah, he was still pissed off at me for ratting him out to his parents.
You see, this is why he's pissed off with me. After his mother had come out of her drunk state, she tried hunting us down. Edward was in a meeting the day she turned up in the office.
It was like she had 'seen the light' and was now the best grandmother in town. According to her, anyway. She couldn't wait to see the babies and buy them stuff etc.
This change in attitude had Edward completely unhinged. I must admit that I wasn't too up to date with how she was behaving either. I called mom, and she had hinted that she's had firm words with the woman. Anyhoo, Esme now seemed to want to be my best friend.
The reason Edward was hiding from his mother was simple. She was trying to give him pregnancy slash birthing tips and techniques to help me. Including her favorite sexual positions. He's a scarred man now. And he hates me because when he was hiding from her the other day, I sent her a text to let her know where he was.
If I had to endure it from her, so did he.
"Just a bit," I replied with a fake smile.
"Bella, are we finding out the sex of the babies today?" He finally opened his mouth five minutes before we got to the hospital.
The whole way here we or I should say I, had been talking nonstop about the house. It didn't really need doing much to it apart from sorting out a nursery for the babies, but that felt like we had everything to do. We had talked about putting a doorway between our room and the nursery and if the room would be big enough for two of everything. We had enough bedrooms for all of us, that was fine, but they wouldn't always want to share a room together, right?
Shit, Edward asked me a question.
"We can do if you want. It would make things so much easier for buying stuff," I shrugged with a smile.
I was now thinking about how to decorate a nursery again. Would it be pink or blue, or maybe even a warm yellow or light green? Christ, now I sounded like Rose.
Since I met her, we'd been firm friends, and I'd even offered her a job at the bookstore when it opened. We were very similar, and we pinky promised that we would double up when we needed to get revenge on our partners.
"We're here," he said, and finally I saw a smile on his face.
"Do you have any preference?" I asked as I managed to haul my ass out of the car.
Damn, I was getting big fast.
"I wouldn't mind a boy, you know, big brother stuff. If boys come first, then when we have a girl, they would be great at protecting her," he chuckled, and I was bombarded with images of Edward playing ball in the yard with our sons.
And welcome the floodgates. I managed to walk over to a bench before I started to really cry. Damn fucking hormones.
"Bella, what's wrong?" he asked, completely freaking out and rubbing my back soothingly.
"I want a boy," I whined and cried at the same time.
"Okay, so why are you crying, do you think we're having girls?" he asked softly. Damn him and his sensitivity.
"I don't know, but I want a boy so you can play catch with him and he can have his own little mitt and a little kit to match, and you can take him to ball games and, and -" I stuttered by the end.
"Bella, if we have girls, there's always the opportunity to try again in the future, we're still both very young," he cooed as he kissed the top of my head gently.
It made me cry harder.
Half an hour later and I was finally pulled together enough to go into the scan room, bladder full and intact, and we waited for things to get started.
Edward had been a godsend at helping me clean up my snot and tears, the majority of it going on his shirt, and then he booked me in, filling in all the paperwork and even grabbing me a cup of tea.
"It'll all be okay and just think of Ashley when she gets home from school. She's going to be so excited to be able to call the blobs girls or boys," we both laughed lightly as we thought of Ashley.
Because Rose and I were now friends and Emmett and Edward wanted to catch up, Ashley was at the house more often than not. She was an angelic little girl of four and the best thing? She was always up for a laugh. I swore that I was going to get her a box of tricks for her next birthday. She loved to scare the men, and they fell for her antics every damn time. With blonde hair and blue eyes, you would swear that she was the best behaved and well-mannered little girl, but shockingly, she was like me. I wouldn't teach her any of my bad habits anytime soon, but I would be her teacher when the time came. Emmett could do with a few grey hairs.
"That sounds good," I sniffed.
"Okay Mr. and Mrs. Cullen, shall we see how things are going today?" The young girl asked as she walked in with my file.
She was really young. Was she even qualified?
I didn't stop long enough to think because I was still turning over in my head the words 'Mrs. Cullen'. It had a nice ring to it.
"Sure, we're ready," I said happily as I wiggled my ass on the harsh tissue paper I was currently laying on.
"More than ready," Edward said with the same enthusiasm, but minus the ass wiggling. Unfortunately. He had a cute ass, all firm and grabbable.
"Okay, well I will start off with all the standard stuff, like measurements and the like, then I'll switch over to 3D and start up the DVD so you'll have something to take home with you, as well as the normal pictures," Claire, the lady, said sweetly.
She started quickly, covering my skin, in warm gel this time, and made a move to record all of the measurements. She confirmed that they were non-identical and apparently that was a good thing because it cut down quite a few risks.
When that was done, she flipped a few buttons on her pad and moved the screen around so we could see.
"And there are your babies," she said happily as I took in our babies. I gripped Edward's hand tightly as we saw twin A sucking his or her thumb.
"Your baby is looking beautiful all curled up in your belly," Claire said softly as I started to tear up quite a lot, "And twin B looks just as content," she mused as she moved the wand thingy over a touch.
The babies were laying down horizontally in my stomach and were head to head. I was amazed.
"Okay, so do you want to know what you're having?" Claire asked with excitement and both Edward, and I started nodding our heads like those stupid toys you have in the car.
"Well, mommy and daddy, you are having a-,"
"Well, hello there, ladies and gents!" Came the booming voice as the door flew open.
"Emmett!"
"Sorry, I'll just be over here," he said sheepishly as he sat down at the end of the bed.
"As I was saying, you're having a girl… and a boy!" Claire said happily as she looked at us.
And I was crying again. Hard. But in my defense, so was Edward.
"Aw man, you're having a boy!" Emmett cut in, and I giggled.
He was like a boy himself and just like any other four-year-old, he looked so sweet when happy.
"I am. I'm being blessed with not just a beautiful daughter, but a son, too," Edward cried.
Somewhere in our haze of tears and soft words, Claire and Emmett had left the room.
When we had finally pulled ourselves together, Claire came back into the room to sort out the DVD and the pictures.
"Emmett will see you in his office to go over a few things, but everything looks great," she said as she handed us what she had got ready and we left the room.
I was in seventh heaven.
Just a quick one, I know. I'm still editing the last few chapters and it's slow going with the Hell that is my life right now. I know I told you a few weeks ago that my mum has been ill with COVID etc.. Well, after not getting much better and suffering from chest pains, they scanned her for possible scar tissue. That doesn't seem to be the case now and it looks like it's Cancer. She's having more tests and scans today and we'll know for certain next week what we're dealing with. To say I'm heartbroken and shocked is an understatement. If you can, please send some positive vibes/prayers her way.
More news: I will be starting to re-post Cobblestones to Corsets in the next day or so, but I'm also going to re-post/post Amazed. This is NOTHING like the original story, which was a drabble, I think. This has been completely overhauled and although the plotline is the same/similar, it's got a huge amount of new stuff in it. The original story had 30 thousand words, including author notes and the new version has 75 thousand. Big difference lol. I was going to publish it, but have decided, with everything going on with mum, I'll put it back up here. I think you will love the new content ;)