Flabbergasted Phenomenon

Summary: "This is the most unique situation I have ever heard of with a human and a vampire," was what Carlisle said, but all I could think was, "I'm going to have a baby."

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, New Moon, or Eclipse. I just own the scenarios where I thrust my favorite vampire and his family and the love of his life! Yay for me!

Chapter Eleven: The Forgetful Diet

With my homework spread out all around me, I stared in horror. Am I ever going to get this done? They weren't lying when they said college is hard. I rested my head on my hand, absentmindedly rubbing my stomach.

Three months.

And I'm not really any bigger than usual. Maybe five pounds. I laughed out loud, knowing I was trying to fool myself. Distantly, I could hear Emmett playing video games in the living room, and Edward was with Carlisle.

After another few minutes of attempting my homework, I closed my books and shuffled my papers back to where they belonged. Then I put them inside my book bag and set that beside the bed. I stretched my arms above my head, ignoring the small pain that came from my back. Only aches and pains. I stared at my literature book for a second, before pulling that out. There was an essay I was supposed to be familiar with, and it would due to read it. I grabbed a highlighter and a pen, laid down, and opened the book.

Before I knew it, I was sleeping.

I woke to sun shining in my eyes, and I pulled the pillow closer to my face. "Go 'way," I mumbled, trying to block out the unwanted light. I didn't have a class this morning, only my English class in the afternoon, and I did not want to be up this early.

After trying to fall back asleep, I rolled to my side, allowing my pillow to fall to the floor. Instead of seeing Edward, I saw my literature book, pen, highlighter, and a folded piece of paper. I reached for it, still feeling a little groggy, and grasped it weakly in my hands. My fingers moved sluggishly, unfolding the paper as if it were the most difficult thing to do.

Finally, I gave up, knowing that if Edward left me a note, he would be safe. I took a shuddering breath, wishing he would crawl into bed with me, and then I crawled from beneath the covers.

Sitting up on the side of the bed, I felt a little woozy. I stood up and everything around me began swirling. I took a hesitant step before I started to crumple to the floor. My heart was beating wildly in my ears, and before I hit the ground, I grabbed onto the bed and caught myself. Stood up too fast, I thought quickly, trying to slow my racing heart.

It took a few seconds, but I thought I was strong enough to hoist myself from the crouching position beside the bed. My knuckles were white from my grip on the bed. I stood up, feeling my knees shake.

I made a mad dash to the door, keeping myself up by holding onto the doorknob. I swung the door open with as much force as I could muster, and then I stood up straight, my knees still trembling.

Was anyone home? Did all the Cullen's go on an emergency hunting trip? I looked wearily at the bed, the neatly folded note sitting unopened. The hallway began to spin around me and I could feel myself getting a little sick. A cold sweat broke out and I shivered involuntarily.

"Help!" I croaked, surprised that my voice sounded so faint. Even if a Cullen was in the house, were they able to hear me? I let go of the doorknob and clutched my stomach as a wave of nausea swept through me.

What a great time to get morning sickness.

And then I was falling, and there was nothing I could grab to catch my fall. I couldn't even utter a half terrified gasp, because that seemed to be the loudest sound I could make, before I was being held in a pair of cold arms. I looked up weakly to see Jasper looking at me concerned. He carried me back into Edward's bedroom, where he gently put me back on the bed, laying me down on my left side. He instructed me not to move and then was gone, but not for long, because he returned a few seconds later with Carlisle in tow.

Carlisle took one look at me and sighed, as if he knew exactly what was wrong with me. "When was the last time you ate?" he asked me, touching my forehead with the back of his hand.

I stared at him a moment, trying to think back to the night before. Then it dawned on me. "I think I forgot to eat dinner."

Esme appeared in the room moments after I spoke. She gently sat down on the edge of the bed with a tray. Carlisle propped me up in the bed and instructed me to drink the orange juice that Esme gave me. My hands were shaking badly, and I sloshed the juice on myself, but I didn't care. After I nursed about half of it, I noticed that Carlisle was watching me carefully.

"Your blood sugar is low Bella." His stern doctor voice made me shiver, I hate being reprimanded by Carlisle; it always hurt more. I felt tears filling my eyes, and I sniffled. Esme rubbed my side soothingly, and Carlisle sat down beside her, exhaling quietly. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, Bella," he paused and I nodded my head. "It's just you need to regulate your eating because if your blood sugar gets too low, you'll feel even weaker and more susceptible to fainting. Are you feeling better now?"

"Yeah."

"Good. I'm glad Jasper thought of laying you down on your left side, it allows circulation to flow easier to your heart." Esme handed me the tray with an arrangement of fruits and vegetables on it. I began to eat slices of fruit as Carlisle listened to my heart beat. "Are you anemic?" he asked me suddenly. My mouth was full, so I shook my head.

Carlisle stood up slowly. "I'm going to have to prescribe a different kind of prenatal vitamin because you're not getting enough iron."

When I swallowed my food, I asked, "Where is everyone?"

"Edward and Alice went hunting earlier this morning, Jasper was in his bedroom, and Esme and I were watching the television." Carlisle's voice was somber, and I noticed that he skipped over two of his children, Rosalie and Emmett. I wanted to bring that up, but I didn't want to make him feel any worse.

A nauseated feeling swept through me again, and I remembered that the reason why I was going to leave the room was because I was going to get sick. The apple that was currently in my mouth tasted bad and I did not like that taste, especially since it initiated my gag reflex.

I carefully set the tray beside me and moved to get out of the bed, but Esme put her hand on my shoulder. "Bella, I don't thi—"

"Morning sickness!" I squeaked, and in a flash, Esme gathered me in her arms and carried me to the restroom. The sounds and contents that erupted from my mouth were not pleasant, and I heard Esme speaking. I flushed the toilet and rested my head on my arms, breathing deeply.

"She's as well as a woman with morning sickness can get Edward. Hold on." Esme gently tapped my shoulder, "Bella, are you well enough to speak to Edward?"

I took the phone with shaking fingers and held it to my mouth. I was breathing shallowly and with my trembling lips, I managed to say, "Hello."

"Bella, are you all right? Alice had a vision, are you hurt? Is everything okay? I'm two minutes from home."

"I'm o—I'm feeling—I'm about to vomit!" I said, before closing the phone and ducking my head back into the toilet. Luckily I turned off the phone, or else Edward would have heard the same unpleasant sounds that everyone in the house was hearing.

When I was done being sick, I stood unsteadily to my feet, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Esme placed my toothbrush with toothpaste on the counter, and I immediately began to brush my teeth.

When I finished, I rinsed my mouth out and turned around. Esme was smiling at me, and she held out her hand. I took it, and we walked back to Edward's room. On the way there, I said, "Esme, this may sound strange, but I am famished."

"Nonsense," Esme said, picking up my nearly full tray. She carried it while holding my hand as we made our way to the stairs. "When I was pregnant, I had the most wretched morning sickness imaginable, but as soon as I was sick, I'd get back to my feet and I would be starving."

Esme laughed, and I smiled as she did so. We were still on the first staircase when I heard a door slam, and it wasn't long before Edward appeared in front of me, almost knocking me off of my feet as he hugged me.

"I need to breathe!" I gasped out, and Edward carefully let me go. I noticed that Esme had continued down the stairs, giving us some privacy. My thoughts were lost when Edward kissed me, and when he pulled away, he rested his forehead against mine.

"I hate it when I don't know if you're okay or not," he whispered, his breath fanning my face and dazzling me.

"I told you—" I began, but Edward interrupted me.

"You told me that you were vomiting."

"Well, I was." I looked up at him and smiled. "I have a promise to keep." Confusion shown in Edward's eyes, and I giggled at him. "I need to out grow these clothes!"

Edward laughed and we began our walk to the kitchen. We strolled at a leisurely pace and I was content with our silence. I kept one hand firmly in Edward's grasp, and the other on my stomach, rubbing in circles. The little swell was a constant reminder of the changes that were happening in my body.

"Is everything okay?" Edward whispered quietly, and I looked at him, my brow furrowed.

"Why do you ask?" I whispered just as quietly. Did something seem wrong? I wasn't feeling faint or nauseated.

"You're rubbing your stomach. Does it hurt?"

I shook my head, biting my bottom lip. Edward smiled at me, and I smiled back. We looked at each other for a moment, and it was as if I could feel the love pouring from Edward, and then he looked away towards the kitchen. Esme was standing with two plates of food, and I knew they were both for me.

"Esme, you didn't need to get me so much," I said, but she just laughed and put the food on the table, Edward directing me to a chair.

A sandwich, carrot sticks, celery, an apple, an orange, and potato chips. I watched as Edward carried a glass of milk to me, and then a bowl of cereal. I really was going to fulfill Alice's promise.

I ate the cereal first, surprised that it disappeared quickly. Edward just sat across from me, watching me eat. I didn't mind too much, I was engrossed in my food.

As I was drinking the milk from the bowl, I felt a vibration from my pocket, and I instinctively grabbed the phone. Renée flashed on the screen, and out of habit, I opened it. "Hello."

"How are you Bella? I don't think your computer is hooked up, because I sent you an e-mail a few days ago."

"Oh, no, my computer is packed away still."

"How's Alaska?" I stopped short from answering. Alaska. Holy crow, I haven't told her! I swallowed hard, and Renée continued on as if she wasn't interrupted. "I had the strangest dream, Bella, and I wanted to call you—it seemed so real." My mouth was still open from realizing that I hadn't told her that I was staying in Forks and that there was a baby on the way. "Bella, are you still there?"

"A huh," I said, looking up to see Edward watching me worriedly.

"Something's wrong, isn't there? What haven't you told me?" Renée is very observant, just like me! "Bella, please tell me it isn't serious!"

I shook my head, trying to gather coherent thought. Finally I cleared my throat, and I motioned for Edward to come to my side. He was there in a flash, and I grabbed his hand, hoping it would give me courage to tell Renée. "Mom, are you sitting?"

"Oh God, it is serious, isn't it?" I heard her pull out a chair and sit down. "I'm sitting."

I took a deep breath, and I could imagine my mother holding her breath. "Mom, I'm pregnant."

For almost a full ten seconds there was silence, and then there was a whoosh of air, as if Renée just exhaled. I was holding my own breath, waiting for her to say something. It was almost a full minute later that the dead air was filled with a, "Really?" from Renée.

"Yeah," I squeaked, feeling tears fill my eyes. She's disappointed in me! I wanted to apologize to her, do something to make the pain go away. Having a parent be disappointed in you is worse than having them yell at you. My heart wrenched and I began to sniffle.

"You're not crying, are you Bella?" Renée said frantically. "Oh honey, don't cry! Please don't cry. I'm not upset with you, oh honey…"

"You're not?"

"Bella, this is what I dreamed about. At first I thought it was the book I was reading, but this is so much more! And you're staying in Forks, aren't you? You better not leave your father's sight, young lady!"

I wanted to hug my mom so tightly! "I'm in Forks now! I've been so wrapped up in school work and all this that I forgot to tell you! I'm sorry!" I wiped at my eyes, hoping the tears would stop falling. Edward kissed my forehead and squeezed my hand reassuringly. I kissed his fingers as pure joy shot through me. I had both of my parent's blessings!

"What did Charlie say?"

"He was a little angry at first," I said, smiling at the memory. "I had to explain to him the circumstances—"

"Which are?" Renée pressed.

"Edward isn't supposed to have children. He was sick when he was a child."

"Oh Bella, I'm sorry."

"It's okay. We have our own little miracles working," I laughed outright, at last feeling at ease since I picked up the phone. I began finishing my lunch as Renée talked about babies and what I was like as one. In order to eat my sandwich, I needed two hands, so I put the phone on speaker phone, and Edward was able to listen to my baby antics. He laughed and Renée was delighted to hear him laugh, so she continued on with the stories.

Then she asked me about Thanksgiving. I told her I had no plans, and she said, "You should come down to Jacksonville, but it would be easier for me to come and visit you, wouldn't it?"

"I don't know if I'm up to a plane ride."

"I can come up to California, and we can meet there."

I thought for a second. I didn't really have big plans for Thanksgiving, but Charlie probably expected me to eat with him. And the Cullen's didn't eat, but they may have a hunting tradition. I can ask Edward about that later. "I'll see what Charlie's doing, and then I can finalize the plans, but it would be great to see you!"

"What do you think Edward?"

"It's fine, Mrs. Dwyer."

"Call me Renée," my mother chastised. Edward chuckled, and I smiled warmly. Even though she hasn't really been around Edward much, she did take to him quite quickly. "Well, I've kept you on the phone long enough, but you can call me later, all right? Or better yet, get your computer up and running! Love you Bella."

"I love you too."

"Bye Edward,"

"Goodbye Renée," Edward said. He reached for the phone and hung it up, just as I was finishing the last of my chips.

"You were such a cute human baby." I turned to see Alice coming towards me, grinning. "I wish I could have seen you."

"Clumsy is more like it," I said beneath my breath, rolling my eyes. Alice just laughed and took my dishes to the kitchen. Edward ran to me and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me from my chair and holding me tightly. I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my nose against his neck, breathing him in.

"I love you."

"I love you too," Edward whispered, kissing my forehead. "More than you will ever be able to imagine." He spun around slowly and I kissed his chin. When he slowed to a stop, I opened my eyes. "What do you want to do?" he asked, tilting my chin up. I smiled impishly at him.

"Homework."

"To our bedroom then," Edward said. I gasped as we sped off.

He just can't help himself when he runs!

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BB/N: Hola reviewers! I hope everyone had a nice New Years! I had a snow day today, so my break was extended one extra day! Yay:) But, I'm still updating at night…

But good news! I just typed chapter 26 for this fanfic (I was so excited after finishing chapter 13 that I couldn't stop) so I definitely don't need to type in order to update! Oh, but I'm so excited! I can't wait for everyone to read these chapters! I don't think I've ever been so excited about a story before. :)

Everyone needs to have a good day!

Love,

Bob Bennit