Disclaimer: For my birthday, my rich parents bought me the rights to Twilight. I wish. Despite my best efforts, it's not mine. Yet.

EPOV

"What?!" Carlisle and Esme exclaimed simultaneously.

"I can't stand it anymore. I'm going back to Forks. Alice needs to come with me, so she'll be close if something goes wrong that I need to know about. If Jasper will come, he can help keep Bella and me calm since I am sure she will freak out."

"Alice, Jasper," Carlisle called unnecessarily. They were already at the top of the stairs, so they just came down, slowly and warily. Jasper could feel the worry, shock, and tension, he had reason to be nervous. Alice already knew exactly what was going on.

"Yes?" asked Alice excitedly.

"Edward is going back to see Bella. He needs you and Jasper with him to make sure it does not end up a disaster." Carlisle said.

"We'll go with him!" Alice squealed.

BPOV

"Bye, Mike," I kissed him on the cheek. If anyone knew what had just happened they would probably kill us. I feel horrible.

MONTHS LATER, JUST WEEKS BEFORE THE WEDDING

"I feel fat." I moaned.

"You're not fat. You look perfect." Mike replied

"I still feel fat." I said.

"Mike, what if...?" I was horrified.

"Oh no, what will we do?!" he said.

"Well, we don't know yet. But Charlie would probably strangle you. Geez, I will be surprised if my dress still fits me." I said.

"We have to keep this a secret. From everyone." Stressed my fiance.

"Don't worry. I won't even tell you. I'll have to get tests." With that, I left.

Mike saw me stop dead in my tracks before I could even get out the door.

"Edward," I whispered.

"What?" Mike screamed.

"Bella," mumbled the most beautiful man I had ever seen. A man who, even though I hadn't seen him in months, my heart still belongs to.

"What are you doing here, Edward?" I asked inaudibly, sure he could hear me, even from across the street.

He was leaning on his silver Volvo looking as much like a Greek god as he ever had. I was sure I looked just as plain as before he left, if not a few pounds heavier. Yet he stared at me like I was the most beautiful thing in the world.

I took an involuntary step forward. He crossed the street, first hesitant, then jogging with his arms wide open, as if to hug me. I felt a hand on my arm stopping me as we got closer.

"Get away from her. You left her, now go back where you were." Mike pulled me tight to him. I strained against him, trying to get closer to the man that I still can barely live without.

"Why did you leave?" I asked in a hurt voice.

"I didn't want to, Bella..." he came closer to me, then noticed my companion. "Hello, Mike. What are you doing here?" Mike was fuming silently behind me.

"Bella, if Edward is going to keep popping up like a Poptart, then the wedding is off!"

"Wedding?" Asked Edward, confused. His expression cleared up slightly as he froze, obviously listening to Mike's thoughts.

"I was going to marry Mike, he used his puppy-dog face." I whispered the last part, the whole statement quite unnecessary, though I wanted to tell my part of the story. The whispering was obsolete, too. Mike had already left to tell his mom that the wedding was off.

Charlie was pulling up the driveway as we stood there silently.

"What is he doing here?" Charlie was angry. He was very angry.

"Charlie, Mike canceled the wedding. I, um, called Edward, he came from where... his family was vacationing in...Seattle...to see if I was okay. But now I'm fine." I quickly made up a story that didn't involve Edward being called a Poptart. As he had remarked when we were together, being an actress wasn't the best career choice for me. Luckily, Charlie wasn't so good at seeing acting.

"Oh. Thanks, Edward. So, is your family coming back to Forks?" I could tell it from his tone; Charlie was not going to accept Edward's return easily.

"Actually, Esme did not really like big city life, so we're all coming back. Except those who are in college, of course." Edward smiled slightly at his last lie.

Author's Note: Oooooooooooooooooh, (Editor/Poster's Note: Yes, Amanda, the writer of the story wrote it that way. I only edit the story, not the AN) Mike snapped like a twig (E/PN: Or a poptart) Is Bella pregnant? What will happen next? (E/PN: How did Edward retain all of his smexyness?) Who is Claire Ann?! Send me lots of Reviews! (E/PN: You could always say please, Amanda)

-Amanda (E/PN: AKA Writer Girl)