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The next morning is a replay of the night, with Leah emptying her stomach into the toilet bowl.
"Fucking hell." She moans, hand clutching her stomach. "This is-"
Her sentence is cut off by another rise of vomit in her throat and she turns away to the toilet again. Emmett looks on, unsure of what to do. He doesn't want to do anything for her, as she's too independent, but at the same time he needs to do something.
"Do you want me to get Carlisle?" He offers.
Leah looks at him, then slowly nods.

So less than an hour later the couple are sitting in Carlisle's office as he beams widely at them.
"Congratulations kids." He says cheerily. "You are now parents."
"You serious?" Leah asks whilst Emmett remains silent, overcome with shock.
"Well, unless you have a parasitic twin inside you, you are with child." Carlisle smiles.
Leah doesn't say anything else, but she doesn't need to anyway, as Alice is upstairs in an instant and pulling Leah out of her seat and hugging her with the grip of a bodybuilder.
"I'm an aunt!" She shrieks happily. "I knew this was going to happen!"
The sentence catches Leah off guard. "Wait, you knew about this?"
"Well, not exactly. I can't see a thing with you around these days, but you guys have a pretty active sex life so it was bound to happen sooner or later."
Leah can feel the stupid blush creeping to her cheeks. "Gee. Great."
Emmett, who has been silent for a while now, speaks. "Will it be a normal pregnancy?"
Carlisle nods. "Yes, with maybe an accelerated rate of 3 months."
"Six months?" Leah asks, astounded.
Another nod. "Yes, you seem to have been pregnant for over a month, so within a few weeks cravings will start, and by then your hormones will be up and down like a yoyo."
Leah looks slightly, unnerved, as she thinks the one thought on her mind, Wow.

Three months later

It's one in the morning. Emmett is the only person in the convenience store, understandably.
He's here because of Leah's latest serious craving for Ben and Jerry ice cream with peanut brittle and potato chips, which Emmett cannot believe she would actually eat as the result looks rather…unappetizing.
However, with her hormones up and down like a yoyo (a very apt description by Carlisle Emmett decides as he pays for the items) he doesn't dare argue with her. She may look seven months pregnant, but she's dynamite when she's pissed. The last time she blew up at him resulted in them rolling around on the floor having passionate sex because he was too scared to say no.
And even then, she wanted more as soon as she was done, which couldn't have been good for the baby.
The baby. It was gorgeous girl, according to Alice and her fuzzy sketches. A perfect replica of her mother, along with dimples and glossy black hair and dark honey eyes that held a mesmerising quality. Leah had coveted the picture for forever, framing it and placing it on the tallboy next to the picture of them on their wedding day.
"She's beautiful." She had started crying then and when Emmett tried to comfort her she had snapped at him before apologising immediately and complaining about the lack of peanut brittle in the house, hence why Emmett had made a trip to the store.

When Emmett arrives home Leah is asleep on the couch, the TV muted and casting a white glow on her skin. He places the shopping on the kitchen bench and picks her up, pressing a doting kiss to her nose. She responds by mumbling incoherent words and snuggling further into his touch as he carries her to their room and lies with her, one hand protectively on her swollen belly. As if in response the baby kicks softly, making Emmett grin in surprise.
What a life, he thinks happily, closing his eyes.

The next morning Leah is in an overly optimistic mood.
"Good morning!" She chirps at Emmett and pecks him on the lips. Her mood is interrupted by a kick from the baby and she groans.
"Imagine a life without pregnancy." She moans as Emmett chuckles.
"We wouldn't want that would we?"
"Hemph." She pouts, and for a fleeting moment Emmett wishes she wasn't pregnant so he could just do her right then and there but he brushes the thought and accompanying fantasy from his mind.
"Come on." He says, picking her up bridal style. "Let's feed you two."