A/N: And here's chapter 4. Sorry for the long wait you guys, but I wanted this chapter to have some depth to it. Anyways, you know the drill, read and review please. They make me so happy. I would also like to dedicate this chapter to my best friends Tina72495 and jones. They are the ones who keep me on task. Enjoy R/R!

-Valerie-

Chapter 4: Waiting and Wanting

BPOV:

The days flew by and before we knew it, Wednesday is staring us in the face. I became more and more anxious as the days went by. I have never been a fan of hospitals, or any medical setting, I also didn't like needles or blood. Especially blood. To be quite honest, the smell of blood made me sick to my stomach. I just hoped that when they were drawing my blood, I wouldn't have to see it or smell it.

When we woke up that morning, I could tell that Edward was just as nervous as I was. Today's appointment would really decide if I could have a baby or not. Dr. Cullen would be able to tell if I was healthy enough to carry a child to term depending on how my blood work came back,. Edward made me breakfast, but I was too anxious and didn't feel hungry.

As we got into our car, there was a giant knot in my stomach. Once again Edward held my hand all the way to the West Valley Fertility Clinic. It was his way of showing his support for me. He'd better be though, because he wasn't the one who was going to be going through all of this stuff. But I should stop complaining, because without going through "all of this crap", we wouldn't be able to get the thing we want the most-a baby of our own.

We got to the clinic in the usual thirty minutes. We got out of the car and walked through the glass front doors of the clinic.

"Edward, I'll sign us in today, go find us some seats," I instructed him. He went towards the waiting are, while I walked up to the nurse at the reception desk.

"Hi, I'm here to sign in. my husband and I have an appointment with Dr. Cullen today," I told the nurse.

"Yes, welcome back Mrs. Masen. Please sign here," she showed me a blank box on a sign in sheet. "Alright, you can go sit down, I will call you back when the doctor is ready to see you," she told me with a smile. I nodded and went to find Edward in the waiting room.

Edward was sitting in a far corner of the waiting area. He was intently reading a parenting magazine. I giggled at the sight of him. Easily the most gorgeous man on this earth was reading a woman's parenting magazine. It was adorable that he was "doing his homework", by reading up on what parenting would be like.

I sat down next to him, and he put down the magazine.

"Babe, we should get a subscription to this magazine. Itr has some really good articles in here," Edward told me.

"I think that's a great idea honey, but can we wait until I actually get pregnant?" I said as I gave him a quick peck on the lips. It was a rhetorical question, and I didn't expect him to respond. Just as I was pulling away, the nurse in the purple scrubs and ponytail called us. We followed behind her as she led us to a different room then the last time we were here.

The room from last time must have been a consultation room because it had only held a few chairs and a small desk with medical posters on the walls. This room that we were in today, however, was way different. Inside was another small desk, but this one was covered in medical instruments. There was also an examination tale that was on an angle, and shorter then what you would usually see. The chair had stirrups attached to the bottom. There was also a scale, and a single chair in the room.

"Mrs. Masen, if you would please sit down on the examination bed, that would be great," she instructed with a smile, "Dr. Cullen will be here in a few minutes. Excuse me." And with that she left.

Edward scooted his chair up to be closer to me, and so that it would be easier to hold my hand. After about two minutes Carlisle Cullen came in with our chart in hand.

"Good morning Isabella," Carlisle said with a nod and a smile, "Edward".

"Oh please just call me Bella," I told Dr. Cullen, embarrassed about the use of my full name.

"Of course, if that's what you would prefer, Bella?" the doctor cautioned, raising his eyebrow. I nodded yes. "Ok then, so we will start today by taking a vial or two of your blood. And as I said to you before, it is so we can check your hormone levels and make sure that nothing is wrong with you that could prevent you from becoming pregnant, and carrying a child to term.

With that, he doctor tied a tourniquet around my upper arm. Then he went about finding a good vein near the surface of my skin. Once he found one, he prepped the area with an alcohol wipe. Next he took a needle-like instrument off of the tray that the nurse had brought him. As soon as I saw this, I looked away and closed my eyes. Luckily Edward was close enough to me, so I could bury my face in his chest. When I felt a prick, I let out a gasp, and a few tears left my eyes. But after a few seconds, my arm went kind of numb. Edward held me the whole time.

Before I knew it, the needle was removed, as was the tourniquet. I caught sight of the little vials of my blood and I have to say, it made me a little bit nauseated. But then it was gone, and I felt better. People always made fun of me for getting so sick with my own blood. They always say 'I can understand other people's blood, but your own?' Even Edward used to tease me about it when we first started dating when we met our first year of college, but now he understands that it is something serious for me. That understanding is one the reasons why I love him so much.

"Ok Bella, I am going to write you a prescription to the hormones that you will need to start injecting twice a day. But do not fill the prescription until we get back the results of your blood work. We will also supply you with the syringes that you will need to inject the hormones. It is ok for you to reuse the syringes as long as you wipe them off after each use," Dr. Cullen instructed as he handed me a slip of paper and a box of syringes.

Edward and I left the clinic with the prescription and the box of syringes in hand. We got to the car and drove home listening to the radio. As soon as we got in the house, I reached for the phone. I really wanted to talk to my mom. I hadn't talked to her in a while. She knew that we were trying to have a baby, but she didn't know of this latest update. I dialed her number, which I knew by heart, and Renee picked up on the third ring.

"Bella, Is that you?" Mom asked.

"Of course it's me. So, guess what?" I told her.

"What Baby?" she asked.

"So me and Edward have been going to this fertility clinic and …" I started to say.

"Oh my goodness! Are you pregnant Bella?" Mom cut in.

"No no. I was just going to say that we decided to try IVF. I am hopefully going to be starting hormone injections next week. So hopefully I will be pregnant by the end of next month!" I told her in a rush.

"Oh honey, I'm so happy to hear that. You need to call me the second you have an update with this. No more of this 'one call a month crap. Ok?" she instructed me with a chuckle.

"Alright mom, but I got to go now. I love you and I'll call you the second I hear something. Bye," I informed her as I said goodbye.

"I love you too sweetheart. I'll talk to you later, Buh-bye," she said as she hung up.

"Who was that Babe?" Edward inquired.

"Oh I just called my mom to let her know what's going on and what we're doing," I responded.

I told him what I talked to my mom about. He was always happy when I talked to my parents and kept them involved. His parents died when he was seventeen, so he didn't have anyone like I did in his life. Now that we were married, he called my parents Mom and Dad. Although Charlie wasn't too keen to the idea at first, he has warmed up to the idea a bit now.

I think that's why he wants to have kids so bad now. He just wants to have a family, which is something that he hasn't had in a long time.

But hopefully by Friday we would have the results of my blood work, and I would be able to fill my prescription and start my injections. I went to bed that night feeling too keyed up for sleep. I stayed up thinking about the news that I wanted to hear on Friday morning. I knew I would stay by the phone all morning, just waiting for the call.

As usual when Edward and I were waiting for something important, Thursday went by in a blur. Again, I couldn't fall asleep that night. The last time I looked at my alarm clock I think it was two-thirty. I eventually drifted off until our alarm clock woke us up at seven thirty-five. When I looked at Edward and saw the bags under his eyes, I knew that he got no more sleep then I did. I hurried to the kitchen to make us some coffee. Coffee had always been the only thing, besides each other, that got us through the day, especially when our jobs required us to stay up very late and get little to no sleep.

After I got that ready, I started making some eggs and turkey bacon for us. Edward usually made us breakfast, but I just decided that I wanted to do it today. Just as I was putting the eggs on our plates, Edward walked in the kitchen and yawned as he grabbed a cup of coffee. I followed suit, putting in lots of cream and sugar, while Edward only put a dash of cream and a pinch of sugar in his own cup.

Edward read the paper as he ate, while I focused on the daily Sudoku puzzle. I could do those puzzles for hours, but the one I was doing now was particularly hard; it was rated a four out of four, the most challenging. But eventually I figured it out just as I finished eating my breakfast. I put my plate in the dishwasher and then went to get dressed. I went into out walk-in closet and found some warm clothes; it was only March and still pretty cold out.

I occupied myself with busy work, going through the files from the case I was currently working on. A usual domestic violence dispute, with classic "he said, she said" type evidence. I was representing the woman in this equation. After seeing photos of the cut and bruises, and the police reports, I was more than convinced of her husband's guilt. I just had to convince the judge of that. I have to say though, I'm a bit biased when it comes to cases like this. It is still hard for me to understand how a husband could beat his wife. It's probably so hard for me because I'm so used to the almost-perfect relationship that Edward and I share; we get into the occasional argument here and there, but we always make-up.

I was preparing my opening statement when the phone started to ring. My stomach jumped into my throat as I walked towards the phone. I picked up the phone but could barely say hello because my throat was so dry. I was such a big bundle of nerves and excitement. Then Edward came into the room.

The entire five minutes I was on the phone I kept my composure, hiding the happiness that I felt inside as a result of what I was hearing. I let nothing slip as I hung up the phone. As soon as I hit the end button, I squealed in excitement.

"Was that the doctor? What did he say? Did he give us the green light?" Edward asked in a rush. I couldn't respond.

"Bella! Your killing me, tell me what he said!" Edward pleaded.

Since I was still too excited to speak, in simply grabbed the paper with my prescription and the car keys, and I headed out the door. As soon as he understood what I was doing, Edward took the car keys from me, and we walked out to the car together.

Thankfully our pharmacy is only fifteen minutes away. As soon as we got into the parking lot and Edward had parked, I jumped out of the car, and rushed through the automatic front siding doors of Walgreens. Although I slowed down at once, not wanting to make any attention for myself. I went straight to the back of the store towards the pharmacy counter.

There was no one in line, so I was able to right away give my prescription to the pharmacist on duty. By this time Edward caught up with me. The pharmacist seemed to take her sweet time in the back, and after what felt like an eternity she brought me three little bottles which she then continued to put into individual boxes. Then she went through the usual spiel on when to inject, and where to inject. I kind of let my mind wander though because I knew everything she was telling us would be on the box and the paper that you get.

When we got finished at the pharmacy counter, I set off to find a container of some sort to put all my new medical supplies in. I found a nice clear plastic storage box with a lid. Once I had that taken care of, Edward and I went to the check out. After we left and were in the car, I started to read all of the instructions that came with my new hormone injections.

It said that I needed to inject twice a day, once in the morning, once at night, into my hip. I hadn't been expecting that, and had no idea how I was going to accomplish it. In fact the idea of sticking a half inch needle in my hip twice a day, every day for the next three weeks terrified me. And I had to start as soon as I got home.

The fifteen minute drive home seemed to take only two minutes. I got in the house and went straight to our master bedroom, along with my new box of "goodies". I also found my package of syringes and added that to the box, but only after I took one out. I then took a one of the bottles out of the box. Next I opened the bottle, stuck in the needle, and pulled back the plunger until I had the right amount. Then I pulled up my shirt and pushed my pants down a little. I hurried and stuck the needle in my sin and pressed down the plunger, all in one fluid movement. Once I removed the syringe I realized that it had hurt much less than I had expected. That was a big relief, maybe this would all be much easier then I had originally anticipated. But hey, works for me.

A/N: And there you go! Exciting wasn't it? Review and you get a preview of chapter 5! Thanks for reading.

PS: I'm looking for a beta, though I have a person right now and we're doing a dry run, I would like someone else's opinions as well. PM me if you are interested, or know of someone who would be interested. Thanks again!

-Valerie-