I had a reader suggest the next chapter be done in Carlisle POV. Well, I realized that since i have become so unloyal to my original plans, tha tit was really the best way to start off this chapter. runswithvamp, here is your Carlisle. Or, a little blimp, anyways.

Chapter eighteen-

Confusions-

Carlisle POV-

I knew something was up when I saw Edward with that diaper bag. I mean, who was I kidding, I had never even seen Edward with a baby before, and now he was carrying the diaper bag?

I was extremely curious throughout the day, so I went over to the front desk to dig up a little more information.

"Hello, Joyce. Do you remember who my son was here to visit?"

"Um, yeah. Hold on. Isabella Marie Cullen." She said.

My heart stopped. "Cullen?" I stressed the word. What the hell was going on? This was so unlike Edward. He said he was here for a friend, but friends don't share the last name. Calm down. I told myself. Cullen can't be that uncommon of a last name.

Joyce nodded. Then she glanced at the papers, suddenly realizing what I had. "Huh."

"What was she checked in for?"

"Abuse. She had some pretty bad cuts, but she was released this morning. Wow, this is weird, huh? I'm not judging your parenting, or anything, but I think that it's about time you caught up with your son."

"Yeah." I agreed, walking down the hallway. Isabella Marie Cullen? Cullen? I shook my head. What was going on with my son? I wondered.

Edward POV-

I looked at Bella, as she woke up. During the night Connor had woken up and I'd taken him back to bed with me. I was proud of myself for adapting to his schedule so quickly. I was used to his 4 am wakeup cries, and knew that all he needed was someone to hold him until he fell asleep. I will stop bringing him to bed with us. I told myself. I'm just tired. I had a long day. Oh, who am I kidding? I just don't want him to have to sleep all alone. Shut up, Edward. Go back to sleep. You're an idiot. Do you want him to still sleep with you when he's 15?

"I see you caved." She smiled, looking beautiful even if her hair wasn't perfect, and she didn't have makeup on.

"I was too tired to stay in there with him. I would have fallen asleep standing up. This was easier."

"A huh. I don't believe you, Edward."

"Oh really. Well, I'm having a hard time believing myself, either. By the way, you still look beautiful, even when you are all bruised up." I ran my hand through my hair.

"Oh, thanks. Am I allowed to shower?"

"Let me check your cuts, first." I took off the bandages and was happy with what I saw. She had been given stitches, but it looked like it was healing up wonderfully. There wasn't any infection. Now we just had to keep it that way.

"Well, it's been over 24 hours, so go ahead and take a shower, but don't wash your hair. I'll do that for you. These stitches can handle water, but since the cut is underneath your hair, your hair would get tangled in them while the stitches are wet. Okay?" I asked. I had the ointment and cotton swabs I needed in a bag in the kitchen.

"Um, sure." She hesitated. I could tell that she thought it wasn't necessary for me to wash her hair, and that I was just using the stitches as an excuse.

"Bella. It really is necessary. Do you want to rip your stitches before they're ready?" I asked.

"Okay, fine. But bring Connor and put him in his car seat while you do it."

I laughed. "You really can trust me. But I will."

She went into the bathroom and I heard the shower run. I put a still sleeping Connor in his car seat, and then got the ointment I would need after I washed her hair. After about ten minutes I heard her call for me. I went over and knocked on the door.

"Are you decent?" I asked.

"What? No. How are you supposed to wash my hair if I'm not in the shower? And I'm not going to stand in here in wet clothes." I just laughed at her. I had a big basin that I had specifically for that purpose, washing hair, or babies. I had always had it at the hospital, so when I quit, my father had given it to me as a going away present. I chuckled at the memory.

"Put some clothes on, Bella. I'll come back in a few minutes." I quickly made a bottle for Connor, just in case he woke up.

I went over and knocked on the door. "Ready?"

"Yes."

I walked into the bathroom and pulled out the big tub.

"Oh. That explains it." She said, blushing.

"Yeah. It would. It will also make it a lot easier."

My sink was right next to the toilet, so I set the bin on the counter and had her sit on the toilet. This would work better than I'd thought.

I gathered her hair up into a ponytail type of thing, and wet it down. Then I took her shampoo that had somehow gotten over here, and lathered her hair, still up in the ponytail keeping it away from her stitches. I rinsed, and grabbed a towel right away. If I let her hair touch now, then the entire process wouldn't even matter.

"Okay. Now hold on." I said, grabbing the ointment and swabs. I gently dried away any possible moisture from the stitches, and then started dabbing a thin layer of the antibiotic ointment over the top of them, from the center out. If you go from the outside in, you risk dragging unwanted germs and bacteria into the cut, I remember Carlisle telling me.

I was done in no time.

"Thanks." she said, whirling around and hugging me, giving me a quick peck on the cheek. I was surprised, usually I was the one to give out random kisses, but I didn't have a problem with it in the least. The phone started ringing.

"You can get him?" I asked.

She nodded, "Yeah."

I went out and picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Edward Anthony Cullen. What the hell is going on?" My father. I was confused.

"What?"

"Why does the 'friend' you have been helping have the last name as you? Did you elope? And by the diaper bag, you must've had a baby? How could you hide this from us, Edward?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. No. Dad, I'm not married. Rosalie must've said Bellas last name was mine, since she doesn't know it. And the baby is from Bellas ex-husband. Don't worry."

"Oh. Do you know how worried I've been?" He was still shouting a little. I didn't blame him though; it must've looked really bad through his perspective.

"I'm really sorry, dad. Is mom there?" I asked.

"You're on speaker, dear." I heard Esme say. "I just wanted to let your father vent before he exploded."

I chuckled. "I really am sorry. I'll have to talk to Rosalie."

"What is her last name?" Carlisle asked.

"Swan."

"Oh, okay. Just promise that we'll get to meet her, okay? We both know that there's something going on."

I groaned. "I was planning on bringing her as soon as she gets better. I promise."

"How is the baby, Edward? I know you don't have much experience. Are you watching him for her?" I wondered how she knew that the baby was a boy, and then realized that the diaper bag was blue, and said CONNOR on the side.

"Yeah, mom, I'm doing fine. He's teething right now." Bella came out, with a look of confusion on her face. I smiled at her.

Connor began to cry on cue, and Bella rocked him gently, getting him to stop almost immediately.

"The baby is staying with you?" They asked, at the same time.

"They both are. Someone needed to watch her stitches." I said. I knew that they wouldn't like that, but I didn't lie to my parents. They deserved to know the truth.

"Oh. I'm not sure how I feel about this, Edward. Behave yourself, okay?" Leave it up to dad to say something like that.

"I am, don't worry."

"Well, okay then, we love you. We'll let you get back to them." This was Esme, in a quiet, firm voice that was probably meant for my dad more than me.

"Okay. I love you guys." Bella looked over and smiled at me.

"We love you too. Bye."

"So what was that all about?" Bella asked, getting out a cereal bowl for Connor.

"Apparently Rosalie doesn't know your last name, so when she called the ambulance, she said that your last name was Cullen." I watched as her eyes widened. "My father works at the same hospital that we were at, and when I was walking out he saw me with Connors diaper bag. Of course, he was curious, so he looked at the file, and saw that your last name was put down as mine. This, of course, made him that that I'd eloped, and had a baby without him knowing. He was rather worked up." I sighed.

"Oh, I'm sorry." She said, wrapping her arms around my waist. "I'm going to feed Connor if you want to go over and talk to her about it. I'm sure Emmett will find it hilarious."

"I know he will. She didn't really do anything wrong, I could see in the panic that it wouldn't be worth it to waste time on getting the ambulance there."

"Yeah. I'll come over once I'm done with him." She said.

"Okay." I went over and kissed her cheek. It felt so natural to have both her and Connor here. Like, this was where they were supposed to be.

I knocked on Emmetts door, and was opened to a Rosalie that was in a very good mood. She wasn't one to smile all the time, and I had to wonder what was up.

"Hey. Come on in." She said, leaving the door open for me, and walking over to the couch where Emmett was sitting.

"Really, Emmett, video games this early?"

"Yeah! I have to beat Rosalies high score!" I laughed at him, but he didn't seem to notice.

"Okay, Rosalie. My dad called this morning. I guess you had told the hospital that Bellas last name was Cullen?" I grinned, I wasn't mad; I just came over here to see her reaction. Her eyes got really wide, and her hand covered her mouth.

"Oh. My. God. I'm so sorry, I just didn't know it, and it was so chaotic. Was he really mad?"

"He thought I'd eloped and had a baby. But after I explained things he was rational. Don't worry about it, really, I'm not mad. I just wanted to come over and tell you. "

"Oh. Okay. Is Bella coming over?" She asked, eager.

"Yeah. She was finishing up with Conn" She flew out of the house before I could even finish my sentence. What was up with these girls? They were extremely happy today, and while I didn't mind, it was just kind of weird.

Bella POV-

I was just finishing up with Connor when I heard a rapid knocking at the door. I went over and opened it to find Rosalie, bouncing. She reminded me of Alice, and I laughed.

"Bella. I have to tell you something."

"Okay, shoot."

"I'm pregnant!"

I'll try to get another up either later today, or tomorrow. I'm not sure. It depends if i can get errands run fast or not. Hope you like it! I realize that pregnancy is overused, but usually it's Bella and Alice, not Rosalie. Plus, I didn't want to pass up the chance to see Emmett with his own kid. Review, Review! Thanks guys!