First and foremost this is the original story before I started to rewrite it... and got stuck in the writing of the rewrite. If you are following the rewrite you will notice quite glaring differences between this and the one you have already started following. I do not intend on giving up with the rewritten version, however, I think you guys waiting for me to get over my blank slate of a muse isn't going to happen any time soon. So I am re-posting the original. This was my first completed story and it is very different from how my last stories flow.

Secondly, this is not beta'ed. NOT AT ALL. There will be mistakes in spelling (I'm Australian and some words we spell differently). The layout will honestly have you wondering what the hell I was thinking. I wasn't; well that's not true. What I was thinking was that I knew what I was doing and screw anyone else... yes I was a conceited little shit even at the age of 31.

Thirdly, there are 68 chapters to this story, including the epilogue and two outtakes. All of which have been uploaded to my profile I will try to upload as often as I can. Please understand that I have a busy life in the real world. This includes two children, one grown and the other with disabilities. So while I should be able to update wherever I am, if something happens please understand that I will miss updating.

Last but not lease. I am not SM. Not even close. I do not own the franchise, work in any capacity with the publishing houses or studios. I merely escaped from reality to play with some characters that I fell in love with while reading four books in a matter of days.

"Bella you feeling okay today, you sorta look a little green sweetie," mother asked as she came into my room with a cup of tea, apparently I wasn't allowed coffee anymore because of the off chance that it raises my blood pressure.

Secretly though I think it's because it sends me a little loopy I think.

"Huh? Sorry, mother not right here yet, can you repeat that." I asked groggily from my bed.

Jasper had to work today, even though his boss gave him the time off until peanut was born; apparently a bug is going around and most of the security guards are coming down with it one by one. So with a very apologetic phone call last night Jasper agreed to work today leaving at some ungodly hour this morning. I mean seriously the sun wasn't even up yet.

"I asked if you're feeling okay today. You look a little off today, and it's not because you're just waking up. Jasper left a note saying you didn't sleep well last night." Again huh?

Mother's stern look seems to be a little out of place on her face, she's always sunshine and daisies with maybe a little summer storm thrown in occasionally.

"Not sure mother, ask me in a couple of hours and we'll see how I am." I tried to smile but I don't think it came out how I expected.

Sitting up I felt a little pain in my back I guess it's time for me to score another back rub from Jasper. The look of worry still hadn't left her face, but she dropped the train of thought where it was.

"Here, I tried to sneak you some coffee in there but Char busted me big time. Tipping it down the sink." There's the scatterbrained mother that I know and love.

As she made her way across the room she noticed the little envelope beside Jasper's side of the bed. Having talked about it in detail he liked the idea of waiting a little longer to see if peanut was boy or girl, basically his theory was that I had gone nearly 9 months without knowing, while he's only gone a few. Big man wants to meet my time frame; yeah peanut is not having an extended vacation inside me for that long. Thanks but no thanks; the sooner he or she is out the better for my sleeping. I know it sounds petty, but I miss sleeping on my stomach a lot.

"So you gonna come out of the room today? It seems that you're the only one that's still in bed." And while I love my mother with my heart and soul I had to bite back the snarky comment of being the only pregnant woman in the house too.

Instead, I opted for the non-committal shrug of the shoulders. "She better or me and Seth are gonna camp out on her floor for the rest of her stay, and I don't think she and Jasper want any spectators or anything." Leah's oh so bratty and sex-crazed thoughts float across the room as I watch poor sweet and innocent little Seth quiver with disgust over the idea of sex.

Gotta love a teenage boy who believes that women should be worshiped not sexualized. With a mother like Sue and a sister like Leah, I'm surprised that the boy didn't end up fearful of any woman in his life.

"How about you two camp out in the bed with me instead for the day, I think I might make today my lazy day." I smiled as they quickly made their way over to the bed jumping under the covers as fast as their legs could carry them.

"No fair Bella; you let two hormonal kids in your bed but you won't share with me, your poor sweet brother-in-law to be?" Peter had taken the liberty on comfortably settling at the bottom of the bed.

"Seth sweetie can you do me a big favor, can you give me that envelope there please," I asked with the innocence of a 5-year-old in my voice.

We all knew that something was up if I sounded like a little child. Something I did only to get my way or get myself out of trouble. Laughing and shrugging his shoulders Seth lent over the bed and grabbed the little envelope before Peter could figure out what it was and handing it over to me. I slid it down the front of my shirt; there was no way anyone was going there to get hold of that little picture. Smirking at the little gathering around the bed I was waiting to see if we had any other visitors for the campout.

"Pete, where's Char and everyone, it's really quiet right now. It's never been this quiet since I moved in with you guys." Curiosity got the better of me, why do you think I'm glad I'm not a cat. I'd be fucked. Damn, I'm hanging with Peter and Jasper too much methinks. I had to wonder what was in that tea that mother brought in. Loopy Bella has some weird things going on in her head.

Quirking his left brow, trying to imitate those guys on TV and not succeeding might I add; Peter just stared at me, not speaking but knowing what was going on in his head. He knew something was up with me today.

"They went out for a while, took Sue and the other mothers out for a little while to let you rest. Renee here wasn't gonna leave your side for the day and these two have decided that shopping with a bunch of women isn't that fun. They have brains." Peter's little remark didn't go unnoticed; I had to wonder which men had been roped into shopping and being bag mules for the day.

"So are you going to break in that big ass TV that Jasper brought the other day or is it just let it sit there to look good?" Pete's oh so fun but really has to learn to curb the language with kiddies around. Wait what am I thinking, it's Peter Whitlock I'm thinking about here this is curbed.

"Oh yeah, don't you worry I've got some DVDs that I want to watch so how about you and Seth go grab some chairs for you and mother; while mother and Leah and go grab some food so we can snack. With Char gone shopping we both know that it's gonna be a while before anyone comes home." I like giving out orders; maybe I can do this with... Bad Bella, get that mind out of the gutter, that's what got you pregnant in the first place.

Like the little devil sitting on Peter's shoulder clued him in on what I was thinking; another raised brow and a full-on belly laugh erupts from my dear brother as he walks out the door followed by Seth and the two women.

While they are busy with the little jobs I have dished out I quickly get up and use the bathroom, hiding the little picture in the bottom draw, the one with all Jasper's spare bathroom essentials in it. Took me a few minutes to get back up but it was worth it. I know that Char won't touch that draw, only because she thinks I can't get to it. By the time I finish in the bathroom, I can hear the others arranging the room and setting everything up.

"So where are these DVD's you want to watch? Please tell me there not the girly ones that Char forces us to watch." And while I think it would be fun to make Peter squirm watching things like the Titanic or the NoteBook I pulled out the ever Blade trilogy and Lord of the rings. I'm a geek get over it.

"Since Seth here is still a minor I thought he should choose out of these two, remember parental advisory is recommended with both of these series." Turning to watch the tanned boy add a little red to those cheeks was fun, but also made me feel a little bad; but only a little.

Pointing to the Blade set I distinctly heard the Hell yeah of Peter and the groan of mother's with his choice. Mother hated violence; ironic that she is married to a police chief right?

Another little niggle in my back hit when I climbed back onto my bed, but I dismissed it as getting onto the bed the wrong way. Settling in to watch the movies with little to no discomfort was fun, with Seth using my shoulder as a pillow and Leah feeding me the popcorn.

We were halfway through the first disc before another pain shot through my lower back and the sudden feeling of nausea hit with a vengeance. Climbing over a 15-year-old boy and gaining a few very worried looks from the other three in the room I barely made it to the bathroom in time.

"Is Bella okay Aunt Renee?" Seth's worry not as obvious as the pointed looks from the older people and I was hoping that they would dismiss this for his sake; I didn't hear the reply that they gave him as another heave from my stomach made its presence known to me. After a few minutes of waiting to see if I had finished, I quickly brushed my teeth and headed for the bed.

"I'm good Seth; just think I'm coming down with that bug that's going around Jasper's workplace. No big deal promise." And while I was addressing this to the young boy who was slightly green I gave pointed looks to both Peter and mother to not say a thing.

Seth was an interesting case, he could sit there and watch the most brutal and gruesome movies and not be affected by it, but a person throwing up made him green. We settled in, but now with Seth and Leah sitting on the rug on the floor in case, I needed to make another quick waddle to the bathroom. I think I enjoyed throwing the popcorn at the screen than eating it, every time I saw that sword I'd throw some at it, I hate that sword; but only because I wanted it. The little green monster was sitting there on my shoulder tempting me to throw the popcorn. My angel seemed to take off shopping today I think.

Drinking the flat lemonade that mother brought in for me once the first movie was over I couldn't help but wrinkle my nose up. It smelt a little funny. But then again my body had decided that it wasn't going to be normal today. I hadn't thrown up since the first trimester, and the pains hitting my lower back today were something new and interesting. Note the sarcasm there people? Yeah, it was a barrel of fun, now I just needed the little monkey's to come out to play.

It was somewhere during the second movie that I had fallen asleep, but I don't think anyone knew until I made the groan that accompanied the pain in my back. It was starting to get annoying that peanut would use my spine as a play toy; it's not made of play-do to be molded into fun shapes or anything.

"Hey you, you okay up there?" Leah seemed to sound a little fuzzy to my ears.

"All good, think I just slept the wrong way, my back hurts every now and then. Turn around and watch the movie, I'm fine honestly." I wasn't really sure but I didn't want to freak her out any. Making my way off the bed once more to head to the bathroom it would seem that my eyes weren't awake either as it was still a little blurry.

"Bell's you okay?" Peter whispered to me as I finally reached the door, not realizing that he was behind me. But before I could answer I swayed a little and felt his hands grab me around the waist.

"Renee do you want to call everyone, kids can you go grab some towels from the bathroom. I can guarantee that Bella's water just broke on my feet." Well, I guess Peanut wanted to make a grand entry today rather than waiting a couple more days. Yep, Peanut is a Whitlock and Swan, stubborn and unpredictable.