Chapter 5

"Bella," Edward's voice rang through my mind. "Wake up, honey."

My eyes sprang open, but it took me a moment to focus. "Hmm?" I managed a groan.

"You were having another nightmare. I decided to wake you. I'm sorry. Are you okay?" His eyes met my hazy gaze.

"Yeah, I guess. I don't even remember it." I whispered; my voice was hoarse with sleep.

"Oh, okay. Well go back to sleep, love." He pulled me back into his chest.

The truth was I remembered this nightmare vividly. I had it memorized by heart; I had been having it for the past few weeks.

It always began the same way: Me walking around the house, extremely pregnant. All the sudden, a terrible pain tore through me, and all of the sudden I had my baby.

"Edward! Where are you? I need you." I begged.

I looked for everyone, but they weren't there. I was all alone with the baby. I looked down to my newborn baby, but he didn't look normal. I looked in horror at my baby, who now had fangs.

Edward always woke me up by then, before I could finish the dream. He always questioned me about it, but I just told him I didn't remember. He seemed satisfied with that answer.

The next morning, he asked me again, like clockwork. "What was your dream about last night?"

I sighed, hoping he wouldn't press me anymore about it. When I my eyes me his, I could tell that he was genuinely curious. "It's nothing, really." I was tired, and not in the mood to talk about it.

"I didn't seem like 'nothing' last night, or the past few weeks. What's wrong, Bella?" He pulled me into his lap, and started playing with my hair.

"It's silly, childish even." I shook my head. But when I saw that he was going to make me tell him, I started again. "It's embarrassing. But it starts out with me, like, 8 months pregnant, and I can't find you. I can't find anyone in the house. And all the sudden something feels wrong, it hurts. I look down and I have my baby. But our baby doesn't look normal. And our baby has fangs." I mumbled the last line, even though I knew he heard me. A look of humor spread across his face, and he burst into laughter.

"It's not funny." I pouted.

"I'm sorry, love. You're right, it's not funny." He calmed his laughing, but his smile stayed.

"Are you done now?" I glared.

"Yes. Now, is that what has been keeping you upset these past couple of weeks?" He asked.

"Yeah, I can't help it. It's all I worry about…" I was cut off by his laughter again.

"Are you seriously concerned that our baby will have fangs?" He said between laughs.

"No! Now stop it. I feel like I'm talking to Emmett. I'm worried that we won't know what our baby is. Will it be a human? Will it be a vampire?" I started to cry again, and this time I was sure it wasn't my crazy hormones.

"Oh, honey. I'm so sorry for laughing. I never realized that you were so worried." His eyes turned soft.

"Yeah, well, now you know." I said curtly.

"Bella, our baby will be just fine. Human, vampire, hell, even werewolf, it will be perfect." He played with my hair some more, now that I had moved down back into his lap.

"Werewolf, huh?" I teased.

"Even werewolf," He confirmed.

"Promise me I have nothing to worry about." I turned to look at his face, to make sure he wasn't just comforting me.

"Promise." He vowed. "Now, are you feeling better?" He placed his hand on my newly formed, barely visible baby bump.

"A little," I admitted.

"Good." He nodded his head. "Do you feel like going to the bookstore with Alice today? She's itching to get you out of the house."

I laughed. "Sure, I guess I'll go. There's nothing better to do around here." I shrugged.

"I'll go tell her…" Edward left the room, and I could hear Alice squeal with delight. Before I knew it, Edward was at my side. "You did mention that I was only up for the bookstore, right? She sounded like you told her that I agreed to a trip to Rodeo Drive." I smiled.

"Of course, dear; she just misses hanging out with you." He explained, as he kissed my nose. I grabbed a towel, and headed towards the bathroom for my shower of the day.

I was out in less than fifteen minutes, and threw my naturally wavy hair into a messy bun. I dressed in a t shirt and my favorite sweats. I stepped out of the bathroom, and rested my hands on my stomach. I bent over as I let out a deep breath. My normally baggy sweats were feeling a little tight.

"Are you okay?" Edward came over to me.

"Yeah, fine." I grumbled, still bent over, trying to stretch out the cotton a little more. "I'm just a little uncomfortable. Ughhh," I could see that my efforts were going to waste; the elastic was not going to stretch anymore.

"Do you still want to go? I can tell Alice you're not up to it; she'll understand." Edward started towards the door, but I grabbed his arm.

"No, I'll go. I want to go." I promised, and I went to follow him downstairs to meet Alice.

"Bella, I'm so happy you're letting me take you out, even if it is just to Port Angeles." She grinned meeting us in the living room, where the others were preoccupied with books, chess, or the TV. Her smile faded as she saw my ensemble. "Are you going to wear that?"

"Yes." I answered simply.

"Why? I know for a fact that you have clean clothes, so don't use that excuse." She told me.

"Ugh, Alice. I'm super bloated." I moaned, as I heard Emmett stifle a laugh from the couch. Of course he would laugh at my discomfort. "I can barely fit in these; please don't even make me think about trying on my jeans right now." I could see her little mind working before me. "I do not want to go shopping for new clothes!" I was exasperated.

"Fine, we'll just go to the bookstore." She huffed.

Emmett's laughter was booming, and I for one, could not find what was so funny. I was getting more and more annoyed by the second. "Would you just shut up, Emmett?!" I cried out.

His eyes grew wide as he turned to me. "What did I do?" His shocked expression was void of all guilt.

"You keep laughing at me." I explained to him as if he didn't know.

"Uhm, Bellsy, I was laughing at the TV." He pointed. Sure enough, a new episode of Spongebob was playing.

"Oh, Em, I'm sorry. I thought you were…" I began as I felt hot tears ooze down my cheeks.

"It's okay, honey. We know you're a little moody today. And I hate to tell you, but it doesn't get any better." I felt Esme's arm go around my shoulder, as Edward backed off. He was obviously frightened at my outburst. Esme smiled warmly at me. Apparently she remembers some of her experiences from her human life.

"I didn't mean to snap at him. And I don't even know why I'm crying right now. I'm sorry Jasper." I suddenly realized that he was in the room, probably suffering this roller coaster ride of emotions right along with me.

"It's not your fault." He smiled calmly from his spot next to Emmett.

"I know," Esme wiped my few tears with the sleeve of her long sleeved shirt.

"You'll be okay dear. Just go get yourself some breakfast, and Alice will take you to the bookstore, like you planned." Esme was doing a great job at comforting me.

I mumbled an 'okay'.

At the bookstore, I was caught up in all the parenting books. Alice was looking in the romance section, as usual. I was so captivated with What to Expect When You're Expecting. I had to get it, and bring it home to Edward. Alice came dancing back over to me with a rather thick book in her hands.

"What's this?" I asked skeptically.

"You're going to have to name this baby sooner or later, silly. Rather you like it or not." She chuckled a whimsical laugh. I smiled as I took the book from her. It must have listed every single name that every person has on the entire planet. There were names from all different origins, and meanings, being categorized by letter. I didn't even know where to begin.

We made our purchases and decided to head home. I bounded into Edward's arms as soon as he met us in the garage.

"I'm glad to see you're feeling better." He smiled down at me, as he wrapped his arms around me.

"Yeah, me too," I was feeling better, still bloated, but better. I truly enjoyed spending time with my best friend.

"What books did you get?" He asked me as we walked back into the living room.

"Just a pregnancy book and one on baby names," I started flipping through the pages.

"Hmm, may I see?" He took the name book out of my hands.

"So, any ideas, yet," I asked after he looked through the book for a few minutes.

"I don't know. I never gave it much thought before." Edward set the book down.

"Yeah, me neither." I admitted meekly.

"So let's make a list," He suggested ", one for boys and another for girls."

"Why don't you just tell me the sex of the baby? That way we can come up with a name, without wasting our time coming up with other names." I so desperately wanted to know if my baby was a little boy or girl.

"But where's the fun in that, love?" He teased. "Like I said, let's just make a list."

"Fine," I picked up the book. "Are we even considering family names, or are we sticking with something original?"

"I think it will just come to us." He said smoothly.

"Hmm, boys' names first." I decided out loud. "God, this is so much harder than I thought it would be."

"It's not like we have to decide anything permanent today. We're just throwing out some ideas." Edward reminded me.

After looking at name after name, I came to the conclusion that I could not come up with any other name for a boy except for Edward. It was my favorite name in the entire world, for obvious reasons. The only problem is that I could not stand 'Juniors' I always thought that parents who named their babies after themselves seemed arrogant.

"I know!" I gasped at my own epiphany "Mason. It's a cute name, and it has sentimental value. I love it." I gushed.

"Perfect. Now come up with a name for a little girl." Edward crushed his lips against my temple as I continued to rack my brain for ideas.

"You don't want to help? I don't to be the only one to come up with names. You're a part of this too." I told him sternly.

"Ava's a pretty name." He said as though he'd had the name picked out all along.

"That's a beautiful name, Edward. I love it." I grinned like an idiot, and he returned the smile. I wondered where he came up with it. Mason was an obvious choice on my part. It didn't matter, really. I reveled in the names we chose. "But what about middle names," I asked. We were back at square one.

"Braxton?" His voice broke into my thoughts.

"Huh?" I asked.

"Mason Braxton." He confirmed.

"Hmmm, that has a nice ring to it." I approved.

"One, down; one to go," He said as I went back to thinking. After a few seconds of silence, I asked, "How ironic would it be if I named my daughter Grace?" I said it in an almost joking manner.

"That's perfect. Ava Grace." When Edward said it aloud, it clicked, that it was a beautiful name.

"So, have we named our baby yet?" I didn't hear Alice walk into the living room.

"Mason Braxton for a boy." I answered.

"And Ava Grace for a girl." Edward finished.

"Oh I love those names." Alice said quickly. I could tell she was biting her tongue as to not disclose the secret sex of my baby.

"They kind of came to us spur of the moment." I admitted.

"I know." Alice laughed. Of course she knew. She knew everything that was going on concerning this baby, and I was surprised that she even asked us what names we had come up with. "Although, I have to admit that I am a little disappointed that you didn't pick the name Alice, but I think I'll live." She teased with a twinkle in her eye.

"Good to know, Alice. I'm sure if it is a little girl, she'll have enough in common with you without you sharing a name." Edward laughed at his sister, and I mused with the thought that our baby had a name.

AN: There you have it. The names of the baby: Ava Grace, and Mason Braxton.

Mannnnn, I have been way busy. Excuses, excuses, right? I know. You're preaching to the choir.

I was absolutely determined to get this chapter out to you tonight. I could not take one more day going on with the thought that this chapter has been half finished for, what?, two weeks now.

Anyway, I must say that I am not happy with the way that this is turning out. Maybe I just have a severe case of writer's block. Happens to the best of us, right?

And to add salt to the wound, guess what seems to be the new plot of every Twilight fanfiction now. You got it: Bella gets pregnant. Yadda yadda yadda. And then, it almost makes it seem like I am plagerizing off of people, when I have had the same thing written for almost a week, but haven't gotten around to posting it yet. So in the end, amandasd10 ends up looking like the big dumb shit that steals clichéd Twilight ideas.

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