A/N Happy Football day! Did you guys watch the games yesterday? They were actually really good. Desperation time of year, always good to see who's going to show up and who's going to crash and burn (that would be you, Eagles. Yikes!)

I actually could have gone to the Green Bay/Tampa game today but the fact that it was going to be a blowout, coupled with the likelihood of rain and my friend having plans that I wasn't all too keen on and the fact that it's the fantasy finals and I have 5 teams competing for championships means that I'm staying home on my ass, answering reviews, Skyping with Mary and Kaia (sassy Skype Sundays!) and watching ALLLLL the games. It's my heaven, you know!

And before I forget, Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and all that good stuff! I'm planning on keeping my regular posting schedule, but this is my chance to say it before the 25th! I have two glorious weeks off and I'm loving it already! I hope everybody has wonderful holidays and awesome family time!

Thank you all for the support last week! I know I wasn't subtle about the baby news, I wasn't trying to be :) And it was only a couple of people who weren't overly happy about it and may have walked away. I wasn't looking for validation with my note, I just wanted to let them know, sincerely, that I respected their choice. We all have things we don't like to read and I more than understand that. I'm pretty picky myself! But I'm glad many of you are excited for what's ahead. I think it'll be a fun ride. And without further ado, reaction, part 1. haha There will be more to come, of course! I hope you enjoy!

Getting Blitzed Chapter 16

I just stared at her, speechless. I wasn't sure what to say. What could I say? I mean, I wanted to ask who the father was, but that was a knee-jerk reaction that would probably cost me both my balls and my fiancée. Reed Girl would never cheat on me, so I was the father. A father. Me. Holy fucking shit. It wasn't possible.

Reed Girl just stood there, biting her lip and fidgeting nervously as her shiny brown eyes moved over my face. What was she looking for? Answers? I didn't have any answers. My mind was going at about a billion miles a minute.

"Are you okay?" she asked, touching my cheek lightly.

Was I? I didn't know. Probably I should be asking her that question, since she was pregnant and all. Pregnant. Jesus fucking Christ. My baby was inside her, instead of me being inside her like I was supposed to be, which really fucking sucked. My eyes found her still-flat stomach, trying to imagine it growing bigger with a baby. Fuck. I should probably say something.

"How?" came out of my mouth before I could stop myself.

Her lips twitched. "I happen to know that you're well aware of the process of how a baby is made. We've done the deed countless times."

"Well, yeah, but we've never accidentally made a baby. How did it happen? Did you…fuck. Did you go off your pills and not tell me?"

Suddenly the hand on my cheek gripped my chin roughly and her eyes narrowed into angry slits.

"I'm going to pretend you didn't ask me that question." Her voice shook a little, despite the tone of voice that told me I'd fucked up royally. "You know, I've done nothing but think of how this would go for the past couple of weeks, and somehow I always knew you'd say something that would piss me off. So, I swore that I'd give you one free pass. You get to make exactly one stupid comment, which you just did, and I will forgive and forget. Now, Champ, suck it up and deal with it just like I have."

It was probably wrong that I kind of wanted to tumble her onto the bed and fuck her senseless right now, because she was epically hot when she was pissed off at me. It was wrong, and I couldn't do it. She was going to be a mother, for crying out loud. I couldn't fuck her hard when my baby was growing inside her. Fucking hell.

"Now, I believe you asked me how this happened. Surely you recall my visit just before the season started, when I came up for my audition."

Of course I remembered…hell. "You forgot your pills."

"Yes. But I didn't stop taking them on purpose. Jerk."

All right, realistically I knew that. She knew that question had more to do with the girls I'd fucked before she came along. I couldn't help it.

"I know. I'm sorry. I'm just shocked. We used condoms." Condoms had betrayed me. I was suing the ever-living shit out of Trojan. They fucking lied about preventing pregnancy.

Reed Girl sighed and sat down next to me. "Yeah, we did. All but that one time."

"What one time?" I hadn't even fucked her in the shower or bathtub because of the damn condom thing. Fucking useless pieces of rubber.

"That one time right after the massages, when we made love on the couch."

But surely we had…fuck. We hadn't. I hadn't even thought about it. I was just so used to fucking her whenever and wherever the mood struck. I'd forgotten. We'd both forgotten.

I had no idea what to say. I went over her words again and again in my head. Pregnant. A baby. Ours. She'd expected me to say something stupid and fuck shit up. And I had. Of course I fucking had. We hadn't planned this. Babies were supposed to be a decade off. Not months from now. Months…

"How long have you known?"

She blew out a breath. "I began to suspect about three weeks ago, although I went into denial about it myself for about a week. Then I took the test and couldn't deny it any longer."

Three weeks. She'd known for three fucking weeks. "Why didn't you tell me?" Maybe if I'd had some time to process it on my own, I wouldn't have said the wrong shit tonight.

She shook her head. "It wasn't the kind of news that I wanted to deliver over Skype or on the phone. I knew it was going to freak you out and I wanted to be with you when I told you, so we could deal with it together."

Of course she did. Reed Girl knew me really well. She'd known I was going to think and say stupid shit. It really sucked that I'd lived down to her expectations. I looked into her eyes and saw the shimmer of tears there. Fucking hell. I pulled her to me, and she threw her arms around me, holding on tightly.

"Are you okay?" I asked, rubbing her back lightly and running my fingers through the ends of her silky hair.

"I will be," she murmured against my neck. I was pretty sure the wetness I felt there wasn't from her lips. Fuck. I hated when she cried.

"Damn right you will be, baby." Baby. That word again. Fuck.

She pulled back, and I brushed the few tears that had escaped off her cheeks. Trust my girl not to totally lose her shit. A few tears and she was okay again.

"I thought about telling you on Friday night, but I really didn't want to distract from your game."

Of course she hadn't. She knew how excited I'd been to win in my hometown. So she'd suffered through hours of wedding talk with her big secret…wait a minute.

"So, why don't you want to marry me? Isn't this a big reason why people get married in the first place?" I gestured at her stomach when I said that, and she smacked my hand away. Oops.

"First of all, you asked me to marry you before I was pregnant, so that's obviously not why we were getting married." And she was pissed at me again. That tone was trouble. "Second of all, your mom is talking April and May weddings, when I'll be big as a house. I am not getting married looking like a beached whale. Thirdly, I didn't even know if you'd still want to marry me." And with that last declaration, she gasped and threw her hand over her mouth.

Fuck. "Are you going to be sick?" Pregnant women puked all the time, didn't they? I mean, I hadn't been around any, much to my utter relief, but I'd seen it in TV and the movies and shit. I hoped to fuck she wasn't going to ralph all over me and the bed.

"No. I'm okay. I didn't mean to say that last part."

Okay, thank fuck she wasn't going to be sick. Because I had shit to say and I didn't want to say it while she was puking over a toilet or, God forbid, me.

"You may not have meant to say it, but you must have been thinking it. You think I won't want to marry you now, when you're pregnant with my kid?" Now I was sort of pissed off. Did she think I was that much of an asshole?

"I don't really think that, but I guess I've kind of been afraid of it." She put her hand on my knee. "I've had a lot of bad moments alone late at night in bed, imagining the best-case scenario and the worst-case, and everything in between really. It's hard to shut off my mind."

That I understood. Mine was still whirling. And maybe I didn't know what the fuck we were going to do about this baby thing, but I did know one thing absolutely. "You're it for me, Reed Girl. I'd want to marry you even if the entire Swedish Bikini Team came knocking on my door."

She laughed. "You had that one at the ready a little too quickly, Cullen."

"Hey, we all have our fantasies." Reed Girl was smiling again, and that made me feel good. God, I was such a pussy. "Swedish team aside, you're my girl. Always. And whatever we go through, we go through together, right?"

"Yes." She linked her fingers with mine. "I know that in here." She pointed to her heart. "It was my head that kept telling me that you might run the minute I said the word pregnant."

I got that. "If you'd been any other girl than you, I probably would have done that. Right now I can't really wrap my head around it."

"Tell me about it." She put her free hand on her stomach. "It's still very surreal to me. When the doctor confirmed it and showed me-"

"You saw it?" I interrupted, feeling, shit, I didn't know what I was feeling.

"Not really. The doctor showed me where the baby was going to be. There's some kind of sac that I didn't really see but I pretended to. In a couple weeks, I should be able to see the actual baby."

A sac? What the fuck? That sounded gross as hell. Then again, so did seeing the baby before it was truly a baby. I'd seen movies and pictures and shit. They looked like aliens at first. Still, it sucked that Reed Girl had been alone. Or had she?

"Did you tell Blondie and Shorty? Did they go with you?" I wasn't sure why that annoyed me, because I didn't want her to be alone for shit like that, but I should have been the one there.

"No, Edward. You're the first person I've told. I wasn't going to say anything to anyone until you knew."

That was good. Maybe. "Because you thought I should be the first to know or because you thought I was going to be a dick and leave you?"

She sighed. "Because you're the father and of course you should be the first to know. If I truly thought you were going to be a dick and leave me, I would have told them and had them with me for moral support if you did."

"Or so Blondie would kick my ass."

"That, too." She kissed my cheek. "I told you, I only thought that late at night when I was alone, scared and nauseated. I truly knew you wouldn't leave me over this. But I didn't know how you'd feel about it, either."

I didn't know how I felt about it. I just knew how I felt about her. "I don't really know. I think I need time to wrap my head around the whole thing."

Reed Girl nodded. "Believe me, I get that. I'm still not completely there myself." She looked down at our joined hands. "I know it's not at all what we planned. Do you…not want it?"

Do I not…oh. Fuck. "Do you not want it?"

"I want it," she said softly, still not looking at me. "It's us. You and me together. I can't imagine not wanting that, but I know we didn't plan on this for quite a while, so I'm asking what you want."

I couldn't say why, exactly, but I knew I felt relieved at her words. "It was supposed to be a decade from now."

She let out a soft laugh at that and finally looked at me. "It was never going to be a decade. But a few years at least."

I had to smile at that. Of course she'd planned to fuck with my timetable. She'd done that from the beginning.

"So, we're doing things out of order again. Won't be the first time, seeing as we had sex before I even knew your name."

"Who says that was out of order for you?" she asked, full on laughing when I started to tickle her.

I pinned her to the bed before I remembered. "Shit! You're pregnant!" I got the hell off of her as fast as I could.

"Yes, we've been discussing that." Reed Girl stared up at me, looking confused. "Why are you all the way over there?"

"Couldn't I hurt the baby or something? I don't want to squish it."

She laughed. "Edward, I told you, it's just this sac at this point. There's nothing to squish. And pregnant women have sex all the time."

"Are you sure?"

She nodded. "If you recall, we had sex Friday night and last night. Lots of it."

I did recall that. I recalled that very well. "But I didn't know you were pregnant then."

She smirked at me. "Are you saying that now that you know, you're not going to touch me? Because we have a good seven months to get through, and I don't think I could deal with that long a wait. Maybe I'll have to leave you."

Her eyes were twinkling as she laughed at my ass. "Like hell you will. You're mine. And you're having my baby. You don't get to go anywhere."

"I wouldn't want to," she told me with a smile, holding her hands out to me.

I took them and pulled her into my arms, kissing her for the first time since she'd told me about the baby. It felt so fucking good to have her close, where she belonged. I probably should have kissed her earlier. Damn. I kept fucking shit up. That ended now. Maybe I wasn't ready to deal with this baby business, but I could work up to that. Reed Girl was the important thing right now.

I lifted her and gently set her back down on the bed. Maybe I couldn't hurt the baby inside her, but I wasn't going to risk it by being too rough either. I got into bed next to her, and she immediately curled into me. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her to me.

"I'm sorry that you had to endure all that wedding talk," I told her after a few minutes of silence.

"Don't be. I felt guilty as hell, knowing that the timeframe wouldn't work. I didn't want to ruin your mom's happiness. She's having the time of her life planning it and now-"

"Now we plan something else. It's no big deal."

She laughed. "It will be to your mother. She already got robbed of one wedding, remember?"

"Yeah, but when we tell her she's going to have her first grandchild, she'll forget all about weddings. Then it'll be baby showers and cribs and shit." Fuck, that was terrifying. I didn't want to think about that shit yet.

"Probably. You should have seen her at the bridal shop, though. She cried every time I tried on a dress. And when I tried on the dress, she lost it."

Hold up. "You found a dress?"

I felt her shrug. "Sort of. I found the perfect dress if I weren't pregnant. There's no way I'm going to order something now that won't fit me in a few months. And if we're going to wait until after the baby, then it'll be training camp time and then the season, so…" She trailed off. "I can't decide on something like that now."

Wait a fucking minute. "Are you saying we're not getting married until over a year from now? Fuck that noise."

She sat up and glared down at me. "I already told you I'm not getting married while I'm huge. I'm not due until the end of May. There's no way I'll lose enough weight before football starts up again. Unless you want to have a quickie wedding on your bye week, we'd have to wait until January or February, depending on playoffs."

First, it was awesome that she was considering that I might get into the playoffs that quickly. Second, no fucking way was I waiting another year until she was officially my wife. Bye week my ass. Wait a minute…

"My bye week."

She rolled her eyes. "We can hardly plan that when we don't know when it'll be. They don't set schedules this early."

I shook my head. "Not that bye week. This bye week. Next month."

She stared at me like I'd just announced that I was giving up sex for the rest of my life.

"You want to get married next month?"

"Yes." I really fucking did now that I knew that I'd have to wait a billion years if I didn't. "Think about it. You won't be-" I broke off before I said the word fat. I wouldn't live to see my kid if I said that shit out loud "-looking pregnant yet, so you can get the dress you loved. I'll have a whole week off, so I can fly down, we can get married and have a little bit of a honeymoon at least. It works perfectly."

"In what world do you think I could get a dress that quickly? Or find a venue that will host it?"

She was truly baffling. "You said you found the dress. Just go back tomorrow and get it."

"Edward! You don't just walk out of a store with a dress. You have to be sized and then get it altered. It takes months."

Fuck that noise, too. "I bet if you throw enough money at them, they'll find a way to size it in the month they have."

She ignored me and went right on with her objections. "Also, any decent place to have a wedding is booked well in advance. We can't just walk in and demand that they marry us, unless we go to a courthouse. And we won't survive that, Edward. Your mother will kill you. She'll let me live because of the baby, but I'll be a widow before I'm even married."

Reed Girl was really fucking cute when she rambled. I kissed her both because she was cute as hell and to shut her up. She melted into me, sighing when I pulled away.

"Yeah, most places will be booked on the weekend." Even I knew weddings were usually on Saturdays. "So, we'll get married on a Monday or something. And we'll do it on the beach. We're in Florida, for fuck's sake. We'll have an outdoor wedding at some hotel and get rooms there. It's not the month-long honeymoon I figured on, but we'll make it work."

She bit her lip. "I don't know how it's possible."

"You did see that giant wedding book my mother is carting around, didn't you? Surely somewhere in there is a place that can accommodate us."

"Maybe, but…"

Fuck this noise. "You said you wanted to marry me, right?"

"You know I do."

"And you don't want to be f-"

She smacked me. "If you say the word fat, I swear to God, I'll hurt you. It's called showing."

I was extremely glad she stopped me before I said that word. "Showing, then. You don't want to be showing that you're pregnant. And you don't want to wait a whole year, do you? Do you want our kid to actually be in our wedding?" I knew some people did that, and that was fine and all, but I didn't want to wait a fucking year for her to be my wife. I'd waited long enough already.

"Not really. I just don't see how I can pull it off. Because you can say that I should throw money at people, and maybe that'll work, but you're going to be off playing football while I try to plan a wedding in a month's time, and do my school work, and grow a baby inside of me? That's a lot to ask, isn't it?"

Her voice was rising on each word. Shit. I wasn't trying to stress her ass out. I was trying to give her what she wanted. Why did babies have to complicate every damn thing?

"Okay, so we get my mom to do it. She's already done all the legwork anyway. Let her call and make shit happen. She'll be more than happy to, especially once she knows you're knocked up."

"Nice." She frowned at me, but I could tell she was considering it. "She would be good at getting things together."

Damn right she would. "Do you really want to spend months planning shit, nitpicking over what color the napkins should be and if the flowers match the dresses? That's not you, and it's sure as fuck not me. If I had my way, we'd go to a courthouse and get it done, but I want you to have the kind of wedding you deserve."

"Just get it done?"

Crap. "You know what I mean. I want to marry you. I don't care where or how it happens, just that it does."

"Are you doing this because of the baby? I don't want you to marry me faster because I'm pregnant."

Fucking hell. I'd never understand the way girls thought, and thank fuck for that. Confusing as hell. "I would have married you already if I wasn't afraid of my mother removing vital body parts that I can't live without. I want to marry you. End of story, really. I'd rather it be sooner than later. If you want to wait the whole year, then we can."

"I don't want to wait. I just-" That was all I needed to hear.

"Enough said. Do you care if I tell my mother we're having a baby?"

"Well, usually you wait until the second trimester, but under the circumstances, I don't see why not."

Trimester? Jesus fucking Christ, I didn't want to think about trimesters, whatever that meant. I whipped out my phone.

"Hello?"

I slapped that shit on speaker so Bella could hear. "Hi, Mom."

Reed Girl took a deep breath next to me.

"Good news. We've picked a date."

"Oh, good! When were you thinking? I have to tell you, May is such a lovely month for a wedding. The flowers-"

Yeah, I had to nip that shit in the bud right away. "We're getting married the second week of November, during my bye week. You pick the place and the day."

There was a long pause before my mother laughed. "Edward, don't mess with me. I know you've been annoyed at my planning, but that doesn't mean you have to screw around."

"I'm not screwing around. I'm serious. Bella and I are getting married next month. If you want it to be the big to-do you've been harping at us about, you need to get planning."

"Edward Anthony Cullen! This isn't amusing. I know you boys live to tease me, but this is not the sort of thing you joke about."

"Mom, I'm not joking. Bella's pregnant and we're getting married next month."

My girl pressed her face into my shoulder.

"What?" Mom gasped. "A baby? Carlisle! We're having a baby!"

I swear to fuck I heard, "Oh, no!" followed by a thud in the background.

"Not we, we. Edward and Bella, we!" Mom said, sounding all weird and breathy and shit. "A grandchild. Get off the floor!"

"God, woman! You nearly gave me a heart attack! Give me that phone."

Reed Girl and I both shook with laughter at my father's reaction.

"Well, it finally happened. I have to say, I'm glad you waited until you were in your twenties, at least. I feared you knocking up a girl from the time you were fifteen on."

"I didn't knock up any girl. I knocked up my fiancée. And you love her."

"That I do. Is she okay? Has she seen a doctor?"

Reed Girl looked up from my shoulder. "I have. We're due at the end of May. Everything is fine."

"That's good news. Congratulations to you both. Your mother is about to steal the phone from me, so know that I'm very happy for you. Damn, woman, calm down."

"Give me that phone! Oh, Edward! A baby! I just can't wait to go shopping! When do you think you'll find out the sex?" Sex? Holy fuck, she was already off and running.

"Mom. Focus. We want to get married in a month, remember? Can you make it happen, or not?"

"Well, of course I can, baby! I've planned charity dinners and garden parties for hundreds of people. If you want a wedding next month, you'll have one!"

"Told you," I muttered to Bella.

"Is she there? Sweet girl! I'm so happy! I can't wait to give you a big hug. Are you eating right? I can call my nutritionist, and we'll work out a menu that will keep you fit and fine! A baby!"

"Mom. She's all good. She wants that dress she tried on yesterday and-"

"Oh! It's so perfect! She'll be so beautiful! And with that pregnancy glow! I can't even…" She started sobbing on the other end of the line. Holy fuck.

"On that note, we're going to go. You can get to work on everything and just let us know who can accommodate us that week and when, and we'll take it from there. Call that bridal shop and offer them whatever they need to make Bella's dress on time." Seriously, she bought dresses from stores all the time without getting them altered. This bridal business was bullshit.

"I will! Oh, baby! I'm so happy! It's going to be a beautiful wedding, just you wait and see! Bella, you drink plenty of water, keep yourself good and hydrated! I'll call the shop tomorrow and get things rolling! Both of you watch your e-mail; I'll be sending you information!"

"Thanks, Mom." I disconnected before she started sobbing again. "See? No problem."

Reed Girl laughed. "She's probably going to buy our first baby presents tomorrow."

"No, she'll do it tonight. My dad's black card is probably already smoking."

She smiled. "So, we're really doing this?"

"We're doing this." I was going to be a husband in a month's time. And a father seven or so months after that. Holy shit. Things were officially getting crazy.