Okay, Here is chapter Nine, I'm hoping for some nice reviews. I'm already got Chapter Ten all planed out…anyways, Chapter Nine…

Disclaimer: Must I write this? Sigh, I'm not Stephenie Meyers nor but any claim on her writing—though I do wish I was her and I can wish you know, it isn't a crime : P

Chapter Nine

Three Months

Three months was a pain in the butt. Literally.

The first few days where I remained in the Queen bed in one of the Cullen's guest bedrooms, it wasn't that bad. But after awhile I thought my butt was starting to go flat while my stomach was growing larger than ever. Elizabeth was kicking more than ever which I was glad to feel after the scare that night.

Not even the Soap Operas were keeping my attending, besides they were filled with too much drama for my liking. Alice and Rosalie took turned visiting me. Alice always had a movie, her pink laptop—which she must have studded with fake gems—and an assortment of snacks. Most movies she brought were romances—a few were R-rated which Alice made me laugh she was made comments about the guys and their moves.

Flashbacks

"See," Alice said, pointing at one of the character with popcorn between her fingers. "Give a man a free hand and he'll run it all over ya." (A/N: A quote from Mae West)

"Please," Alice said, when the main actor rescued the main actress and starts kissing her, "well all know that he words—and actions—leap across rivers and mountains, but his thoughts are still only six inches long." (A/N: A quote from E.B. White about his thoughts—not "and actions" that I added that in)

"Ok, you know that Clinton lied," Alice said when President Clinton came onto view when the main actress meets the president. I gave her a puzzled look and she continued, "A man might forget where he parks or where he lives—which totally sounds like Emmett at times—but he never forgets oral sex, no matter how bad it is." I snorted into my drink. (A/N: A quote from Former US First Lady Barbara Bush which I found really funny…oddly enough--I added a part though which you can probably quess where)

And Rosalie, she would pick up from the shopping that Alice didn't finish from the other day. Once and awhile, Angelina would come and would distract me from the amount of things that the two girls were buying.

Flashback

"Seriously," I asked Rosalie one day five weeks into my bed rest, "why are you guys buying so much stuff for me."

"We're not buying it for you," Rosalie said, smiling as Angelina patted my stomach, which Elizabeth responded with a kick. "We're buying it for Liz."

I rolled my eyes and went to tickle Angelina, who was being an investigative nine month baby, her blonde tuff of hair now curling more than when I first meet her.

Even Emmett, Rosalie's husband who I meet a few times since my arrival in Forks, came into my room twice—once with Rosalie then other time to give me a teddy bear.

Flashback

"You know," I said, taking the bear from him, tears in my eyes, "you didn't have to get me anything."

He just laughed, his deep baritone voice vibrating around the empty room.

"Rosalie said you would say that," he said, smiling. "Told me I should say it was for Elizabeth."

I smiled and ran my hand down the soft fur of the bear. "Go figure," I said, rolling my eyes then put them back on the deep black eyes of the teddy bear with it's cute black seam of a mouth that was turned up in a smile. "I guess she was the one who dressed it."

"Of course," he said, smirking, "I was the one who kept taking them off."

"Ew, Emmett, TMI," I said but chuckled none the less. (A/N: There is a pic of the teddy bear on my profile...hopefully it works...)

And there was Edward. Every morning and every night, he would come into my room with breakfast and then dinner. He was a wonderful cook, which I found out later that he had lessons from Jasper which made me smile and give him a kiss on the cheek. We had "dates" every other Friday. Sometimes Edward get my room "in order"—with candles, music, the works—and clearly while I was napping because I would close my eyes and open them to a whole different room— and he would cook though sometimes he would order take out.

And we would just sit together eating then followed by a movie—mostly classic Disney movies—or just us talking. It was nice to sit next to him, his arms around me, me cuddling into his side. And before we went to bed, every night, Edward would come in and kiss me on the lips, then lean down, kiss my big-as-a-house tummy and whisper "Night Elizabeth." Elizabeth responded with a kick while I responded with tears in my eyes which earned me another kiss—this one longer with his lips lingering on mine…

…Of course, I was able to get out of bed to use the restroom. I might have been demanded to stay in bed but the bed did not—nor did the Cullens— have a bed pan which I wouldn't use even if there was no bathroom. It was wonderful, freeing to be able to walk to the bathroom, which was more frequently now that I was in my third trimester, and sit down— another thing that require my butt.

Now bathing …was a totally different issue. I had to have a sponge bath which meant that the sheets got wet and my hair was washed once a week while I ran my head under the tap. I admit, I rather have a shower any day, but the message that Edward gave me two weeks before the end of my confinement was well worth sitting in bed.

But of course, as slowly as the three months went, it was gone. And three months later, when I open my eyes and saw Edward smiling that "heart-stopping-Elizabeth-stop-kicking-me!" crooked smile the first thing I said was, "What the hell are you smiling?"

He just laughed. "Today you can get up," he said, sitting down on the end of the bed, "go shower and come down stairs to have breakfast with the rest the of us."

His words sunk in slowly. "OH MY GOD, SERIOUSLY?!" I yelled, sitting up slowly.

He nodded, his smile positively blooming. "But you have to take it slowly. Your legs haven't been used in three months. They will be stiff."

"Okay, Dr. Cullen," I said, smirking and threw back the cover.

"Hold on there, Ms. Swan," he said, touching my shoulder. "Aren't you forgetting something?"

"Huh?"

He shook his head and leaned in for a kiss. I melted slowly from the inside and Elizabeth kicked Edward's hand that rested gently on my stomach. Edward pulled away, laughing, and said directly to my stomach, "Good Morning to you, Liz." Who just responded with a kick against his hand.

"That's my Elizabeth already flirting with my man," I said as Edward helped me out of bed.

"But this man is in love with her momma," he said, rubbing his nose against my neck.

Oh god, I do love his guy.

Romance is the glamour which turns the dust of everyday life into a golden haze. — Amanda Cross

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