BPOV

"Bella, Bella. Wake up, love."

I groaned as I turned over in my bed and pulled the covers tighter around myself. I was tired and wanted to sleep in those extra 20 minutes. "Edward what is it?"

"Happy birthday," he whispered in my ear. Today was my birthday, September 13th. Today I was 19. I hesitantly opened my eyes to see Edward's green eyes staring back at me. "There's the birthday girl."

"Don't make a big deal of my birthday. I'm just another year older No big deal," I said as I sat up and stretched my arms before placing them on my belly. I looked around our small bedroom and noticed a bed tray with breakfast on it. "Breakfast in bed?" I asked as I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Well since I don't have class until 10:30 I thought we could spend the morning together? I made us breakfast in bed. There's pancakes, eggs, sausage, and fruit," he said as he handed me a plate of food.

"Edward this looks delicious. Thank you," I said before I used one hand to move his face closer to me and kissed him. "Baby you need to shave."

"I thought you said that you like a little stubble?" Edward questioned. He chuckled and placed his plate on the tray before moving his body lower on the bed. He placed both his hands on by bump and kissed it gently. "Sweetie, today is mommy's birthday." He then his ear on my stomach and smiled. "She says happy birthday as well."

"Oh she said that right?" I asked jokingly. Edward then moved up to my face. "I love you."

"I love you, too. Plus I got you a present," he smiled as he got off the bed.

"No Edward, you didn't have to get me anything," I complained.

"Nonsense . It's your birthday!" Edward replied. He went over to the dresser and opened the top drawer. He pulled out a small rectangular box with a red bow on top. He walked back over to me and kissed me on the lips. "Happy Birthday, honey."

I would have normally declined the present but seeing the look in his eyes I happily took the present and smiled at him. I opened the box to reveal a beautiful silver bracelet.

"Oh my God, Edward. This is gorgeous," I said hugging him. I examined the bracelet closer to see that it was a charm bracelet with four charms already on it. The first one was an "I" which I bet stood for Isabella. The second charm was an 'E' that stood for Edward. The third charm was a small wedding ring that represented our marriage while the final charm stood out the most. It was a pink baby carriage that was meant to be for our baby girl. I was in love with this bracelet. "This is the most beautiful thing I've ever gotten. Help me put it on." I held out my left hand for him and he took the charm bracelet and put it on. The silver contrasted against my milky skin perfectly.

"Once we settle on a name I'll add a letter for her and if we end up having more children later on I'll add a letter for them as well," he added and then kissed my hand.

"Speaking of names I was looking in that baby book and I circled some of the names that I liked. Top 10 names actually," I said as I handed him the book that was sitting on our bedside table. He looked through the list and smiled at some of the names.

"Adalynn, Briar, Carlie, Lilian, Reinette, Alana, Elizabeth, Margarite, Sophia, and Marie," he listed off. "I'm noticing a lot of French names."

"Well I liked the sound of them. I want her to have a unique name. Unlike any other. I don't want her to be in school and they call on a name like 'Emily' and there are like 5 responses to which Emily was called upon."

"Carlie. Sounds like a combination of Carlisle and Charlie," Edward said as he looked in the book. "I'm glad you're talking to your dad again. He wants to be part of our lives," he paused for a moment and looked at me. "Promise me you won't be mad."

"Edward why would I be mad at you?" I questioned. What was Edward going to say to me? I was getting worried by how he was looking at me now.

"A while back before the wedding when Charlie called you and you ignored him and took a nap. I called him."

"You what? Why?"

"Because I wanted to hear what he had to say. I wanted to know why he was acting like a jerk so I asked him why. I'm so sorry I didn't tell you earlier. I knew that I should have told you right away."

"You had no right. He's my dad. Not yours!" I said as I got up from the bed and left the room.

"Bella, honey, please don't be mad. I was planning on telling you earlier but you seemed to want to fix everything yourself," he said as he followed me.

"No Edward. It was my job to fix the relationship with Charlie," I said as walked up to him and looked up at him with Hell in my eyes.

"Love, I'm—" he tried to apologize.

"Don't 'Love' me. I'm still pissed off at you. Edward what all did you tell my dad?" I demanded.

He took a long sigh before telling me. "I told him about how you felt like you were to blame for their divorce and how you felt really upset about it but that was all." He knew what I was talking about. Around the time Renee was getting married and had moved to Arizona and Florida I became really depressed so I found the only way I could feel ok.

I cut myself.

It was something I did on occasion. I always made sure that they were small an unnoticeable. I'm better now and haven't done it since I was 16. That was when Edward talked to me about it and told me that he'd always been there to talk to.

I believe that was when I realized that I loved Edward. He helped me get past my issues and he kissed the tears away when I told him what was going on. He even kissed the scars on my wrists. The scars are gone now. It's been 3 years and now they're just thin lines about two inches long only a few shades lighter than my regular skin. I've never told anyone else about this. He was the only one I trusted with my secret.

"Promise me you didn't tell him. I got better so I didn't tell anyone but you," I cried. I wiped the tears from my face and looked at him. He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me close. Because of our height difference my head was lying on his chest. I heard his heart beating.

"Isabella, I promise you that I haven't told a soul about what happened a few years ago and I promise you that I never will," he was crying, too." He was crying now, also.

As we both stood in the middle of our apartment crying I felt something strange in my stomach. I quickly placed my hand on it and felt it again. It felt like a weird gurgle as first.

"Oh my God," I said.

"Bella what is it?" Edward said as he wiped his eyes.

"I think the baby is kicking!" I said with a chuckle. I grabbed his hand and placed it where I felt the gurgle.

"Oh my God. She's kicking. Our baby's kicking," Edward said as he got on his knees. "Hey little girl. I'm your daddy. Are you kicking because it's momma's birthday?" He playfully asked. I placed my hand on my stomach and on his head. He kissed my stomach and smiled at me. I was glad to have someone like Edward in my life. He would always be there for me in my good times and in my bad times.

"Oh. That feels weird," I said changing my expression.

"Bella? Is everything ok?" Edward asked worriedly.

"Now it feels strange. Like something tight in my stomach. I need to sit down," I sad releasing myself from Edward's arms and sat myself down on the sofa. I tried lying down but I still felt weird. "Edward. This doesn't feel right. I think we need to go to the hospital," I cried. Now it was starting to hurt. It felt like a menstrual cramp only 100 times worse.

"Don't worry," he said as he helped lift me up and he quickly grabbed his keys. He then grabbed my hand and help support me as we walked to the car. Once I was in he rushed to his side and started the car and rushed out of the parking lot. While on the way I started to cry. Edward just took my hand. "It'll be alright."

Edward quickly rushed me to the hospital where we were taken straight away to an exam room and waited for the doctor to walk in. As I sat on the exam table I fiddled with my charm bracelet. What if we'd lost this baby? I never want to know what that's like. Even though she was an accident the thought of losing my little girl terrified me.

"She'll be ok," he reassured me.

"You can't promise that. For all we know we could have already lost—"

"Don't say anything like that," he demanded. He looked at me with his green eyes and held my hands and placed them on my stomach. "I promised you that I would never let anything bad happen to you or the baby."

The door opened to reveal a man around his 40s. He had sandy brown hair and grey eyes. He was carrying a clipboard with him and looked at it.

"Hello. My name is Dr. Young. The results of your blood tests are back."

"Is everything ok?" I asked. Edward held my hand tighter than ever before.

"Well. We have to perform and ultrasound to reveal more," he said as he walked over to the machine and turned it on. He grabbed the wand and stood next to me. "Lie down please."

I did as I was told and lifted up my shirt. As he squeezed the gel on my stomach I didn't even care that it was cold. All I cared about was my daughter's life. As the baby came to view on the screen I couldn't help but stare. My baby looked alright. But was she really?

The doctor looked at the screen strangely which meant one thing. Something wasn't right.

"Just as I thought," he said as he paused the screen and handed me a towel to wipe the gel off.

"Is she ok? Will my baby be ok?" I asked anxiously.

"Well. I found something on the ultrasound. Bella you are suffering from placental abruption. It means that a portion of the placenta has detached from the uterine wall," he explained to us.

"Is it serious?" Edward asked.

"Well it depends on how much of the placenta has detached. Luckily for you only a small section has detached. But as a precaution I'd like to keep you overnight for observations."

He then left the room leaving me with Edward. He joined me on the table and held me so close I was lucky that I was able to breathe. I cried into his chest that I probably soaked his shirt. I didn't know what was going to happen to my baby girl but I did know one thing.

This was the worst birthday ever.

Edward skipped school for me. I knew that I should have told him to go but what I really needed right now was someone to hold. That's what he was doing right now. I was lying on a hospital bed and Edward was holding me and had his hands on my stomach. We hadn't told any of our friends that we were in the hospital. The only people that we told were our parents. And they were probably on their way to Port Angles to check on us.

The door opened to reveal Dr. Snow.

"I'm sorry I couldn't be here earlier. I was at a wedding. So your folder says that you are suffering from placental abruption?" She asked.

"Yeah. Um Dr. Young was telling us about it. I just want to know if I'm going to be ok?" I begged.

"You will but you'll be able to go home tomorrow. But when you get home I have to be on bed rest. I also want you to eat healthier and avoid sex for about a month. "

"Is she ok?" We heard a voice say. It was Carlisle and Esme. They came barging into the room to see me in a hospital gown and hooked up to an IV while there was a monitor around my stomach keeping track of the baby's heartbeat.

"Is everything ok?" Esme asked as she hugged me.

"I have placental abruption," I said.

"Is my grandbaby ok?" Esme then asked.

"The doctors said she'll be fine. I just have to stay here over night and then I can go home in the morning."

"Do they know what caused it?" Carlisle asked.

"Younger mothers are more prone to this sort of thing," Dr. Snow said. "But I must warn you that you may go into early labor. So it's important to make sure that you eat healthy and avoid strenuous activity."

"I came as fast as I could," Charlie said as he barged into the room. We explained what had happened and he hugged me. "My poor Bella. Are you ok?"

"Yeah. I feel better now. A lot better," I said relieved.

The doctor made everyone leave, she said that that many people in the room wasn't good for me. We hadn't gotten around to telling our friends what had happened. They've seemed distant from us lately. I feel like because we're having a baby that they feel like we can't hang out anymore.

I wanted to tell them but I didn't want them to worry about me at all.

For the rest of the day I just lay in the hospital bed with Edward by my side. I remember how our hands held each other and how they were placed on my stomach and how later on that night how Edward began to hum an unfamiliar tune in my ear to help me drift off to sleep.

The tune was beautiful. I wonder where Edward had heard it. It was calming and I remember how it had relaxed and made me forgot about how crappy a birthday it was for me today. Being with Edward and listening to how much he already loved our unborn baby made me realize that we'd be ok.

Author's Note

Yeah. Another update. I plan on finishing this story by the end of summer. How'd you like the names? I really like them. Tell me if you like them.