Disclaimer!: This is a fan fic, based of the books Twilight and New Moon written by Stephenie Meyer. Most characters will belong to her, though I may add in my own for the benefit of the story/plot.

Warning!: Possible spoilers and graphic details later on in the story. Just a heads up for later.

Author's Note: Good gosh…I actually got ten reviews. Heck, that's better then what I had expected. Many, many thanks to those that reviewed; first timers and those that had commented before. I'm up to four favorites and ten alerts. Hey, I'm getting there! Slowly but surely. Though it is depressing to look at the number of hits. 437. Ah well, I'm still a happy little pickle. And now, on to chapter three!!!

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For those of you out there that are even more social and culturally inept then me, allow me to inform you that that is one of the most dreaded sentences that someone can tell a person they are in a relationship with.

I sat there, stock still, in Edward's arms and watched the internal war inside of him. Shock, pain, expectancy….All of these emotions seemed to play across his face all at once. Instantly I was sorry that I had opened my mouth and I was afraid that I was going to be sick this very moment. My mouth went dry, like a dentist had packed my mouth with cotton. Quickly, I started to back track.

"I didn't mean….I just wanted to talk about something with you." I explained quickly, trying to mind what I said in front of the two suspicious female vampires that lingered up at the porch. Honestly, had Edward actually thought that I might even consider leaving him?! What an outrageous thought. Even if I had tried, Edward had admitted before that he was naturally a selfish person and would probably just come and win me back.

Relief flooded his body, so much so that his stiff posture loosened and sagged. Now, curiosity caused his eyes to light up in a delightful manner so I was, as usual, dazzled by him. Not that it was hard to do. And before I even had the chance to pull myself away from that intense gaze, I noted that our surroundings had changed. It seemed to me that we had been locked away in our own little world, where nothing else existed except us. Or was it that I had retreated to my own dimension? Either way, Edward had carried me away to the confines of his room where we could be alone, where I was solely his and he mine.

"Is something wrong?" His voice could have melted butter. He would probably even make celestial angels sound like a horde of pre-teen boys going through puberty. For a moment, my brain was totally blank and I had forgotten what I wanted to say. But somehow it came to me through the darkness that had consumed my mind, and now I was dealing with the issue of finding a way to word this all correctly.

"Can we sit?"

My Greek God nodded just once, his long legs taking long, sure strides to his sofa where he sank down and arranged me more comfortably on his lap. An afghan was now permanently kept along the back so that I would have some barrier against the cold of his frigid flesh. Once that was wrapped about me, Edward had taken hold of my hands, his fingers drawing lazy shapes absently on the back of my hand.

"Now will you tell me what's wrong?" A note of impatience was struck as he spoke, signaling to me that I couldn't stall for much longer. Again, my mouth was dry, as if I had had powder squeezed into my mouth and was attempting to swallow. I supposed the best way to go about this was to start off with harmless tidbits and then work my way up. Unless he made me cut straight to the chase.

I inhaled an unsteady breath, trying to muster some strength. It was at that moment that one hand released mine and went to my face. Gently, so not to hurt me, Edward guided my face so that I had to look at him. Those topaz eyes were smoldering, like molten gold, and I was gone.

"I want to have a baby."

The look of surprise and the way his jaw slacked in that utterly dumbfounded way was priceless. Not that I would sit there in his lap and laugh right in front of his face when I was trying my very best to be taken seriously. But the chance was very tempting.

Four different octaves of 'what?!?!!' chorused through the house hold, the one ringing about all being Alice's. It reminded me of a shrill cry of a bird that had taken to sitting somewhere outside my window back in Phoenix. For once in my entire time of knowing them, I heard the clatter of feet on the stairs as the family members raced to reach the door. It flew open, knocked off of its hinges since Emmett was in the lead, and landed on the other side of the room. Instinctively, Edward pulled me tightly to him, his arms forming a protective steel cage about me.

Pushing and scrambling to enter, the rest of the family filed in, Alice basically clawing her way to the front line and racing over. Esme and Carlisle were at the rear, worry plastered over their beautiful, flawless faces. The group's voices hit like a battering ram, their lips moving at vampire speed yet raised so that they could talk over one another in attempt for their words to reach my ears.

My gaze wandered slowly back up to my love who still held me protectively. His face was now expressionless, yet I could tell that his jaw was clenched. Fear caulked my lips together and my eyes started to sting from the hot tears that wanted to desperately escape now. My hands raised to clutch at his shirt as I buried my face against his rock hard chest and still no response came from my Edward.

What had I done?

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Author's Note: I know, really short chapter but I want to keep you all on your toes. I'm starting to write the fourth chapter tonight, though I want to make it good so it probably won't be up for a day or two. You know, after I have a good, hearty supply of chocolate chip cookies. Maybe…if everyone is nice and gives me cookies, I'll actually start on Edwards point of view. Would you all like that? Let me know what you think! So hit me up with a review!