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Chapter ninteen-

Opening Up-

Rosalie POV-

I stood there, looking at Bellas stunned face. I can't believe this. I thought that she, of all people would be happy for me. How was I supposed to tell Emmett if even Bella reacts this way? I mean, obviously I had gotten pregnant before we had decided to try, but who cares? It's still a baby. And we were going to start trying already, anyways. This just sped things up a couple months.

"Rosalie, that's great!" She squealed, hugging me.

"I thought that you were mad, or something. You just stood there looking at me like I was making a huge mistake."

"Oh, no, Rose. I was just processing thoughts. It didn't click at first." She smiled. "Does Emmett know yet?" I asked.

My face fell. "No."

"When do you want to tell him?" She asked, picking up Connor and wiping his face.

I sighed. "As soon as possible, I suppose.

"Let's go, then!" She squealed. I wasn't used to Bella having this much energy. That was usually Alices job.

"Okay." I said reluctantly. I had no idea what I was going to tell Emmett, but I didn't want to wait until I start showing. He had the right to know, and I wasn't going to deprive him of that right. Oh. Crap. I'm going to get fat! I hadn't thought about that. Oh well, too late to change my mind. And Emmett wants a kid so bad.

I walked into my apartment with Bella and Connor close behind me.

"Hey, Emmett. Can I talk to you?"

He paused his video games and walked over to me. "Come over here." I said, leading him into our bedroom. He was nervous, I could tell. But that would change. I hope.

"Um, I'm pregnant." I blurted it out. I was planning on breaking it to him slowly, but I just couldn't. His face looked a lot like Bellas had, but didn't last nearly as long. He soon erupted into a huge grin, and picked me up, running out to the living room.

Bella POV-

I knew things would go well, and my thoughts were confirmed when I saw Emmett come running out of the bedroom with Rosalie. He was screaming.

"I'm a dad! I'm a dad! I'm a dad! I'm a dad!" And somehow jumping with Rosalie in his arms.

Edward and I both laughed, and Connor squealed, picking up on the good moods in the air.

"Congratulations, guys." Edward stood up and hugged his brother, with Rose still in his arms.

"Thanks." I don't think I've ever seen Emmett that happy.

"You're going to have run for your money, Connor." I said, tickling his toes. He squealed and tried to squirm out of my way.

"Hey! Get in bed!" Edward suddenly remembered where I was supposed to be.

"I'm fine."

"I don't care. Doctors orders. Now get."

"Bye guys. See you soon." I said, walking towards the apartment.

"No. Not for a week." Edward corrected.

"You're honestly going to make me stay in bed for a week? I'm just sore, and a little scraped up. I'm fine." I protested.

Before I knew it I was scooped up in his arms, with Connor still in mine. He set me down on the bed and took Connor from me.

"Now. Do you need anything?" He asked.

"No… I suppose not."

"Okay. Just… stay in bed. I don't want anything to happen to you, alright?" He played with my hair a bit.

"I'll go get some movies for you to watch. How about that?" I nodded, and he went to the living room, coming back with a huge stack of movies. I looked through the titles. They were all either slasher films or extremely violent ones.

"Um. Edward?"

"Yes?"

"Could you stop over at Rosalies later and see if she has any good chick flicks?"

"Sure. Right now?"

"Nah. Later will work just fine."

I found one that I had seen before, but I knew that it was actually a pretty good movie, so I slid it in. Mr. & Mrs. Smith. I relaxed as I watched the movie, enjoying the quiet. I wondered what Edward was doing with Connor, but I trusted him enough to know that it was fine.

Edward POV-

I called down to the office, to make sure that Emmett had gone down to work after this morning. It was like him to get so wrapped up in the moment and to forget about everything else. I had taken the week off to take care of Bella, and Connor. I was looking forward to it, and found that even though my vacation had only started, I was already dreading going back to work. I wanted to be able to stay home, with both of them. At least Bella will be with me at work.

Connor was starting to pull himself up on things, and try to walk. I made sure to have the video camera ready for when he did. I knew that it wouldn't be long, and hoped that it would be within the week. I desperately wanted to see when it happened. I went back into our bedroom and sat beside Bella, playing with her hair. I loved to do so, and she seemed to enjoy it.

"Bella?"

"Hm?"

"Tell me about your parents. I want to know everything about you." I started to rub her back, and she sighed.

"Well, they would hate me if they knew I'd divorced Jake. They loved him; sometimes I think more than they did me. They always expected me to work through everything immediately, and when I couldn't they didn't hide their disappointment. After they had me, my mom got pregnant again, but she miscarried. We later found out that it was a boy. I sometimes wonder if that's why they liked Jake so much. Maybe they thought of him as the son that they'd lost. I don't know. Anyways, they hit a rough patch after the miscarriage, but they worked through it. That's why they expect me to get over everything so quickly. Needless to say, we don't exactly get along the greatest, and I haven't even told them what's going on, even though it's been over a month since I've left. I mean, Connor will be one in two months. And they will most likely miss it." She started choking up at the end, and I held her closer.

"Bella. None of that is your fault. Okay?" I continued to rub circles on her back, and just let her cry into my shoulder.

I lost track of time. At one point she had stopped crying, so I went and put Connor to bed, but when I came back she was crying again. It had been a couple of hours, and I wondered if she had cried at all since she left. It seemed like she had so much to cry over, she might not have. How many tears can one person cry before they run out of tears? I thought to myself. It had often been something I'd wondered about when I was little.

"Bella…I promise that it's not like that anymore. You're not stuck in whatever horrors you're reliving right now. I don't know what to say to make it better… I feel so hopeless."

This somehow brought on a fresh round of tears. Okay, Edward. Just stop talking. Whenever you do it doesn't help anything. Just don't say anything. She rolled over on her side, facing me. Her face was streaked with tears.

"Oh, Bella." I wiped them away with my thumb, and then gave up on that when there was way more moisture than my thumb could hold. I half smiled and then dried her tears with the corner of her blanket.

"I'm sorry." She whispered, or more croaked. That would describe it better. "Oh no! Did I get my stitches wet?" The sudden panic in her voice made me chuckle.

"Would you like me to check?"

"Yes, please." She whispered, actually sounding like a whisper this time.

"Okay, roll over onto your stomach, or sit up. Wait, roll over. You have to stay in bed."

She groaned, and then rolled over. I lifted up her hair and peeked at the stitches.

"Dry." I claimed.

"Are you sure? What if I messed up the healing process? Oh, Edward, I'm sorry."

"You didn't mess up any process. I promise." I kissed the side of her neck before she rolled back over.

"What I mean, is, well, I'm really sorry for putting you through that. You shouldn't have had to see it." she looked down, and I wondered if she was embarrassed. She wasn't blushing, so I wasn't sure.

"It's really okay, though. I'm glad that I was here for you." I kissed her forehead.

This time she did blush.

"Does it bother you when I do that?" I asked, hoping that it didn't.

"When you kiss me?"

"Yeah."

"Not at all. It just seems like it's what is supposed to happen. Thanks for putting Connor to bed, by the way. Even though you'll bring him back in later." She giggled, biting her bottom lip.

"Hey. He likes to cuddle with me. I need someone to." I said, teasing her.

"I would cuddle you, but I didn't know if you would be comfortable with it." She blushed this time.

"I am perfectly comfortable with it. Are you hungry?" I asked, thinking that she hadn't eaten since lunch.

"Yeah. But don't cook for me, okay? I would feel bad. I can do it." She tried to get up, but I caught her around the waist, and pulled her back.

She winced, and tried to hide it, but I noticed it.

"Oh, Bella, I'm sorry. Where does it hurt?"

"Just in my back. Probably because I've just been lying around all day because some stubborn doctor won't let me get up." I laughed.

"What would you like to eat?"

"Anything simple that doesn't make you work for me." She replied. I groaned and rolled off the bed, somehow landing on my feet.

I went into the kitchen and decided to listen to her, but still cook. Spaghetti was easy, I told myself. And it'd be quick. Although probably not as quick as she was hoping for. Oh well. I started the water to boil and then went back into the bedroom. She was lying on her stomach, but she was looking away from the door, so I could sneak up on her. I set my hand on her back and she jumped slightly.

"Don't worry. I'm going to rub your back while the water is boiling."

"Edward."

I didn't know what she was warning me about, whether it be cooking, or rubbing her back.

"What did I do?"

"Why are you so determined to cook?" She asked. Her voice was soft, though, and I could tell that she wasn't angry.

"Because spaghetti is easy, so it's half listening. And I'm hungry too. I'm sure that you could fill up on an apple, but I can't. Therefore I'm cooking."

"Oh. Well I guess it's okay, since you'd be cooking anyways." She gave in.

"Now let me rub your back. Is that okay?" I wasn't going to push anything, but it would be more contact than a simple kiss or hug.

"Yeah. Just don't push too hard. It hurts."

"Okay."

I began needing her skin, and massaging the knots out of her back, until I heard the timer go off.

"Bella?"

"Hmmph?" I laughed at her. She had clearly relaxed while I was fixing her back. I was glad that it hadn't caused her too much pain.

"I'll be back with food in fifteen minutes or so, alright?"

"See you then." She murmured, closing her eyes. I wondered if she would be awake when I came back. I guess I'll just have to see.

I've figured out that I write a lot better, and don't get writers block, at, say, 3 in the morning. At least, that's what it is right now. So, yeah. I'll try to write at night as much as I can, I guess. Hope you like it! Review, review!

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