Story of My Life

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Hello beautiful!

I'm happy so many of you are reading. That's always a reason to smile. I want to inform you that this story will not be as long as It's Just a Bet, however…I've got a sequel idea for THIS story, so it's length does not matter. I just wanted to post the stats for It's Just a Bet, because it is now officially complete. That story had a good run and I want to thank all my followers! Everyone who has stuck with me since the beginning, thank you because I really didn't deserve it. I was the worst updater, ALIVE. Love you guys.

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BELLA'S POV

I must have been sweating bullets, because five minutes into the drive back to the Cullen's house, Edward took my hand in his and squeezed it tight.

"Are you feeling okay?"

I managed a weak smile, but it didn't reach my eyes. I was frantic. Why did he insist on putting me though such anxiety? You don't tell a pregnant girl we need to talk and expect her to take it lightly.

He noticed my lack of enthusiasm. "Bella, what's wrong?"

I didn't want to make a scene. I didn't want to be that crazy pregnant girl who freaks out over everything. And I especially did not want to be cry, again. Yet, here I was sitting in the passenger's seat of Edward's car balling my eyes out. I began to explain to him why I was worried, but my constant tears enabled me to make any form of sense. I might as well be speaking Japanese; he'd have a better chance understanding that.

Edward pulled the car into his driveway and threw it into park. Once the car was finally stopped, he turned his full attention on me. "Bella," he said softly, pulling me to his chest. "You need to calm down. What's wrong?"

"You," I sobbed, "said we need to…to," all the fears I had been harboring inside bubbled over and poured out. "To talk!!"

Edward had been whispering calming words into my ear, but once he heard what I said, he went rigid. I pulled away, my fears confirmed only to see Edward staring at me with a ridiculous grin. Was he seriously about to laugh at me? Why did he find it necessary to always laugh?

"It's not funny!" I huffed, turning away from him. I was slightly embarrassed with myself. Here was I, anxious over this talk and Edward laughs at me. Was I that funny?

"It isn't," he said with a smile, "but I can't help but laugh at how preposterous you are being!"

"I am not preposterous," I replied, my voice hitting a high pitch. "I will not sit here and let you call me names Edward!"

I went to open my door, but Edward reached over me and shut it quickly. I crossed my arms over my chest and looked at Edward, a scowl firmly planted on my face. He grinned at me in an attempt to make me smile, but I remained silent as I glared at him.

"So maybe I didn't word myself properly," he said slowly, I nodded my head vigorously.

"You don't just tell a pregnant woman that you need to talk and expect her to assume for the best. Here I am, totally freaking out about everything and you just laugh at me! Edward, do you realize how aggravated it makes me when you laugh in my face! I'm trying to be all serious and you go and LAUGH! I can't believe you'd be so heartless, so cruel to just—

I was unable to finish my ranting about how mean Edward as being because he took my cheeks in his big, warm hands and pulled my lips to his. My mind went blank as I let him kiss me. His kisses were tender and comforting, as if he was apologizing through them. Usually, I wouldn't let this slide when I was angry with him but today, I didn't feel like arguing. Especially over something so dumb. And especially when his kisses tasted and felt so good. It was like I was floating on a cloud.

He broke away from me a few moments later, breathing heavily. He rested his head against mine and we sat there in silence for a moment. "I only wanted to tell you I thought of something."

I was too tired to speak. It was amazing how much energy it took to freak out on some one and then make out with them. "Hmm?"

He lifted my chin so our eyes could me. "If we have a son, I think I'd like to name him Lucas."

For what felt like the eightieth time that day, I was in tears. Here I was, thinking Edward had to talk about something bad and it was the complete opposite! Why did I always think for the worst? He just wanted to tell me a baby name! God, he needs to work on his approach to things.

"You don't like it," he asked, still not used to my constant tears. He wasn't entirely sure how to approach me each time I cried.

"I love it," I almost whimpered. He beamed at me before pulling me against his chest, holding me close to him. "I was thinking of Lily if we had a girl."

"Lily," he said the name slowly, letting it roll off his tongue. He sat quiet for a minute, probably repeating the name in his head over and over again. "It's beautiful."

"Could you imagine us having twins," I laughed as I pictured it. "A boy and a girl at that! They'd be Luke and Lily."

Edward grinned at me, proud of my idea. He patted my belly softly before lowering his head down to rest his ear against my swollen stomach. He lay like that for a moment, "They approve!"

"I'm sure they do," I said with a laugh. We had decided on letting the baby's gender be a surprise. I was starting to think that was a mistake now. Because I really was in the mood to let Alice take me baby clothing shopping. She'd be miserable once I told her.

"Come on baby," Edward motioned for me to follow him inside the house. My stomach grumbled loudly, signaling my need to follow him. I was in dire need of food and Esme's cooking was the best solution to my growing problem. Edward was at my side in seconds, helping me up the stairs leading to his front door. Esme was already standing there, a huge grin on her face.

Every time I saw Esme as of late, she was all smiles. It seems the idea of grandchildren could not make her any happier. She'd pat my belly and tell the baby how she was going to spoil them to no end. Today was no different; Esme greeted me with a kiss on the cheek before bending down to wish the baby hello. Edward shrugged his mother off me and led me into the house. I swear he got jealous whenever someone else spoke to the baby. I believed he thought it was some unsaid law that only the father played with the baby while it was still in the mother's womb. Whatever little belief Edward had, it lead him to be short with his mother. I, on the other hand, had no problem with Esme speaking to the baby. If it made her happy, I could care less.

"How are you feeling Bella," Esme was now walking by side into the dining room. Edward had already pulled out my seat; I sat down quickly and faced his mother. She was sitting next to Carlisle, who sat at the head of the table. Edward sat next to me, with Alice and Jasper on his other side. Emmett and Rose sat across the table, with Ayden and Charlie next to them. As soon as Ayden spotted me, he waved happily. I smiled sweetly at him before waving back.

"I honestly can't explain how I'm feeling," I began. When I had been pregnant with Ayden, it was very easy to explain how I felt. I felt pain. All the time. My feet, my head, my back…they always ached. With this pregnancy, I hurt but at random intervals during the day. In the morning, my back hurt the most. It was almost like I couldn't support the baby's weight. I tried my hardest to sit in the mornings, because at this point the pain was getting unbearable. But it would pass, around the middle of the day. That's when my feet were on fire. I had started wearing flip flops almost a week after I found out I was pregnant, because my feet could not handle sneakers. But then at night, I felt almost fine. I still ached a little, but other than that I was fine. Except last night, but that was my own fault. I'd been so worked up over graduation that I had given myself the worst migraine ever. I started throwing up, over and over again. Edward referred to me as the fountain after the fifth time of vomiting. He has a way of making me feel superb in my worst moments.

"Well, how do you feel right now dear?" Esme asked as she tucked into her food, all of us following suit. Mmm, best chicken ever, my hormones echoed in my mind. It was the truth, however. I could eat Esme's chicken at any hour of the day, whether it be 5 PM or 3 AM. Really, I didn't care.

"Tired," I said instinctively. Alice and Rose nodded their heads, as if they knew I would say this. "But I'm sure we're all tired. Today's been a pretty long day for all of us."

"Totally worth it," Emmett said. Everyone nodded, "I don't think I could have stood one more day of high school. College here I come!"

"I know that's right," Jasper said, high fiving Emmett from across the table. Ayden saw their high five and began bouncing around in his seat, sticking his chubby little hand out towards them.

"COLLEGE!!" He cheered, waiting for his own high five. The guys both laughed before individually high fiving Ayden.

"Speaking of college," Esme drew the groups' attention towards herself, "Edward, have you talked to Bella yet?"

"About?" I answered for him.

"About you guys going to Peninsula next year," Charlie and Esme said harmoniously. They both looked at me as if I should have known what they were talking about. Where the hell was Peninsula and why did college remind Esme of it? And why did Charlie know when I didn't? What the hell was going on! If these people keep keeping things from the pregnant girl, I swear I'm going to have this baby premature from all the stress.

"I was waiting until after dinner," Edward said through his teeth. So there had been more to our little we need to talk! I knew it.

I pushed my plate away from myself, already finished with my food. "I'm done with dinner."

"Bella," Edward pleaded with me, but once he got a look at the intense glare I was sending him, he stopped. "We're talking about this in private."

"Why can't everyone else know?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. I was acting stubborn, despite my better judgment. If I didn't act like this, then Edward wouldn't cave.

"They will, when the time's right," he attempted to explain.

"Your mom and my dad already know! Why must it be a secret and in private? What's so important that you need to speak to me separately?"

Edward sighed heavily and I did a victory dance in my head. That was easy! But before I had a chance to finish celebrating my victory, Edward stood up from the table and proceeded to leave the room. Indignantly, I followed after him. Like I knew they would be, Alice and Rose were hot on my tail. Edward marched up the stairs and straight to his room. I followed him in quickly and then he slammed the door behind me, right in Alice and Rose's faces. He locked it and then turned towards me, his face hard.

"You lied to me," I accused him, before he could get angry with me for being obstinate.

"No," he begrudgingly. "I was surprising you. God forbid I try and be cute sometimes Bella!"

I frowned at him. "Surprise me with what?"

He turned cold eyes upon me, "I don't know if I can tell you now."

"Edward," I gasped. If he didn't tell me what the hell was going on, I would rip his pretty eyeballs out of his head and stick them in a jar. I was not in the mood to be toyed with.

"Bella," he said while shaking his head, "You need to get out of the habit of jumping to conclusions. Because when you do that, you come up with these crazy, very incorrect, scenarios that force you to freak out. It's not entirely becoming of you."

"I'm sorry if I'm not becoming towards you," I replied angrily. Once the words were out of my mouth, I realized just how dumb they sounded. What was I five? No, I pretty sure Ayden could come up with a better rebuttal and he was only three.

I sat down on the edge of Edward's bed, arms crossed over my chest as I starred at him with a frown on my face. He grumbled to himself before sitting next to me. "You are the only person in this world who can make me so frustrated that all I want to do is kiss you."

"Well your…wait what?" I looked at him, pretty confused at this point. Was he mad at me? Or was I mad at him? Or were we both angry…or not?

Instead of answering me, Edward took my palm in his. He stared into my eyes for a long while before shrugging, "Come with me." I followed him silently into the bathroom.

He squeezed my hand before letting it go. I sat down on the bench by the window and waited to see what he had in store. Edward turned towards his Jacuzzi bathtub and turned the nozzles. He then opened the cabinet under the sink and brought out the bath salts and poured some into the half full tub. I turned a curious eye onto him, not entirely sure what he was doing.

Once I looked at him, I couldn't tear my eyes off him. He was pulling his shirt off. Once the obtrusive article had been rid from his body, he tossed it to the ground and I had a clear sight of his porcelain skin. No matter how many times I'd seen his body, I would never stop being amazed. He was my own personal Greek god. An Adonis given by the gods for just me! His abs looked as if they'd been hand carved by God himself, because Edward was rock hard. Not a centimeter of fat on his perfect body. Which reminded me of myself…

Edward hadn't seen me naked in quite sometime. Yes, he had seen me shirtless but not fully nude. I was not the prettiest sight to look at right now. What with my stretch marks and all. I'm sure he was just dying to see those. I began to cover myself with arms, praying Edward did not expect me to get naked as well.

"Bella…" Can he read minds or something? "Please don't hide. I love your body."

"You haven't seen it for a while Edward," I tried to reason with him. But he already standing next to me, helping me out of the dress. "You're going to be disgusted."

"Never," Edward whispered, dropping a kiss to my cheek, which then went to my neck. His kisses trailed down my neck towards my breasts, leading him to my stomach. He stopped there, marveling at my swollen belly. "Take a bath with me?"

I didn't even get a chance to respond, because Edward scooped me up into his arms and lowered me into the bathtub. I did not protest, because this meant my body would be out of his sight. He slid in after me, resting his back against the tub. I leaned against him as I let myself soak.

Edward took a cup of water and began to wet my hair. I just sighed, enjoying his spoiling manner. Lately, he'd become accustomed to rubbing my feet, brushing my hair, or helping me change. I didn't need help with any of these, well not really, but he insisted. He said he loved spoiling me. According to him, it made him feel needed. I tried to tell him that he was beyond needed and this wasn't what he was needed for, but he just ignored me and continued to do things like wash my hair.

"I know you're scared about leaving," Edward finally spoke again.

I was terrified of moving away. I didn't want to be so far from our families given my condition. But we'd already enrolled at Dartmouth and had been registered for apartment living. It was a little late for me to be freaking out.

"There isn't much we can do," I said with a shrug.

"I thought so at first." At first? Didn't that phrase generally mean you figured out a solution? "But then I spoke to my father. He has an old friend with works at Peninsula College; it's under an hour away from here."

Under an hour away, that wasn't too far. Actually, that was perfect. We wouldn't even need to live on campus. But, what did that have to do with us?

"I spoke to Charlie, my parents and I was waiting to get their okay before approaching you," I turned around to look into his eyes. "I was wondering, since you're not really thrilled about going so far away, if maybe you'd want to go somewhere closer?"

"Is that possible?" I asked quickly. He nodded his head enthusiastically.

"My dad has already talked to his friend. If it's okay with you, he'll have us enrolled and listed by Monday."

I did not even need to think it over. I wanted to stay close to home. This was the perfect solution. "Of course!"

Edward wrapped his arms around me, crushing me to him. I was thrilled to know my decision made him happy. It was all I could ask for.

"I have one more surprise," he said slowly. I turned to him warily. I wasn't really sure I could handle any more surprises, but the look he was giving me was enough reassurance. Edward knew what I could handle in a day. If I wasn't ready, he wouldn't have said anything.

"Well, seeing as the wedding is so soon," he began to ramble, "We're going to need to live together. And, we can't really live her or at Charlie's, with any means of privacy. So I took the liberty of solving that issue for us."

What?

"I know it seems kind of brash and not entirely thought out, but I talked to Alice and she nearly exploded she was so excited. And I thought if she was okay with it, you would be too."

"Okay with what?" I finally managed to ask.

"I kind of, sort of, bought us this cute, tiny, perfect…house?"

If weren't for the fact I was sitting down, I would have fainted right then and there.

I know another cliffhanger, what cruelty!! However, these next few chapters are going to roll quickly. You will get some Edward POV, don't worry! Please review and let me know what you think! If you review and feel it necessary to give criticism, I do beg you to make it constructive. Telling me this story sucks doesn't really help, nor does telling me UGGs suck. LOVE YOU GUYS!! Please review