Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. crowd below gasps in shock and horror. There is much tittering and gossip Furthermore! Nor do I own any of the characters besides the embryo! There is much swooning and the crowd is full of weeping mourners

I awoke the next morning in Jacob's bed and a note beside me. It read,

Bella,

Billy's out fishing with Charlie. Don't worry, I knew you wouldn't want him to say anything, so I told him this, and he won't. Confusing sentence not worthy of High school English, but oh well. I am off with the pack, there's been some disturbance on the west border, but I'm sure it's nothing to worry about. We get this all the time. Don't go across the treaty line until I get home, please.

Jacob

I enjoyed that note. He really took the time to write just what he was feeling. Well, everyone was out of the hose, and I needed to contact the Cullen's to explain my disappearance. I loved them; I just had to steer clear of Edward. I decided to call Alice. I was unsure of her cell phone, so I concentrated hard on my decision to call the house far a few minutes so she would see it and pick up. I know she saw this, she would be watching me, especially with no werewolves around. I picked up my cell phone out of my duffel (When did that get here?) and dialed the Cullen's house. It picked up on the second ring. I knew it had to be Alice.

"Alice?"

"Bella!" It was my own personal angel. Alice told him to pick up! Stupid pixie! "Bella! Oh, Bella, I so sorry! I never meant it like that! Oh, you have to believe me. I love you. Bella-" I cut him off. I didn't want to hear it; it would only make it harder to stay away.

"Edward, please put Alice on,"

"Of course," he answered, sounding deflated. The phone was passed off.

"Bella?"

"Is it actually Alice this time?" I asked sarcastically.

"I had to tell him. And you need to listen."

"It was a stinking sweatshirt, Alice. He could have just let me keep it if he truly felt no want to bite me when he saw it. I just called to let you know that I love you all, even Edward. I will come back once the baby's born, but I think for its safety I better stay away during the pregnancy."

"Bella, come back, nothing will happen."

"I just can't risk it Alice. I'm sorry," and I hung up. I felt so empty without Edward, but I knew my baby had to stay safe. I got up and went into the bathroom to get cleaned off. Everything I did reminded me of The One In Whose Arms I Belonged. Going into the bathroom reminded me of how he called this my "human minute." The rocking chair off in the living room reminded me of how he would stay up all night just watching me sleep. I couldn't escape, no matter where I the house I went. By the time Jacob made it home I was sitting on floor of the basement with my eyes squashed shut.

"Bella?"

"Yes?"

"Are you, uh, sane?"

"I hope so, yes,"

"Then what are you doing?"

"Trying not to see or do anything that reminds me of…him," I still couldn't say his name. I felt to sweltering arms pull me up into his lap.

"Bella, this is going too far. You need him, and you need this baby. Just let me take you up to the treaty line and talk to him. Then, maybe, if you feel comfortable with it, go home with him," I shock my head no. I couldn't face him. "Come on, Bella. You need him. I'll stay. He can't do anything with me there. We're going," I found myself being carried out to the car, which, you guessed it, reminded me of Edward. We arrived at the boundary. Jacob got out his cell phone and I heard dialing numbers. Then,

"We're at the boundary line. Come and meet us." Then he hung up. About a minute later, my own Greek God was standing in front of me. I was upset, because I was still wearing that sweatshirt because it was cold. He looked at me with agony in his gaze.

"Oh, Bella, I so sorry. I didn't mean it. Come here." I stepped forward, nearly against my will. He started kissing my neck, then travelled slowly to my stomach. Then he turned me and kissed up the other side. He put his hand on my stomach. The baby kicked, but it was more a soft nudge. My baby had taken to making lots of decisions lately. Like on the trip to Jacob's he was kicking me unmercifully, like disagreeing with my actions. Now, it was like he wanted to stay with his daddy.

"See," Edward said, "Remember? Mind over matter." He gave me one last kiss, one on the lips. It lasted a long time, but soon I got an annoyed kick from inside my belly.

"We shouldn't be doing this," I whispered. Edward knew I was caving, though.

"I love you, what's your excuse?" he asked playfully.

"Hormones?" I said, it sounded like a question.

"Let's go home, Bella,"

"Kay," I went and got in the car. On my way in, I heard,

"I owe you, pup," I turned around to scold him, but both boys were grinning.

"You do, leech." I groaned. Boys. When we got home, everyone acted like they were expecting it (they probably were. I had to remember to thank Alice for saving me from all that embarrassment.) "So, my dear, shall we go sit on the couch and talk? We need a name for our child; we can't just keep calling him, the baby," Edward had apparently given up on trying to take my sweatshirt away. Smart guy.

"You're right. Let's go,"

We walked into the living room. Emmett and Jasper were in there playing some video game, and Esme was watching. When they saw my sweat shirt, Emmett boomed with laughter, Jasper smiled, and Esme's eyes grew to the size of dinner plates.

"Like it?" I asked, giggling. I twirled as if to model it and tripped. As always, my protector caught me before impact.

"Careful, love," Edward said. I giggled. If all this attention was focused on me because of one sweatshirt, I would wear it all the time. I sat down next to my Greek God on the couch and put my head in his lap. He began to stroke my hair. I was so happy; I never wanted this to end.

"So," I began brilliantly, "How about Edward Anthony Masen Cullen Jr.?" Edward looked at me incredulously.

"How about something that when you call my name, we both don't come running. How do you like the name Charlie?" I looked up at him and my eyes filled with tears that refused to be contained in my eyes. Instantly, Edward realized his mistake. I was still sensitive over being thrown out. "I'm sorry, love. I always liked that name, it just came to mind. Never mind, forget what I said. Bella, I never meant to hurt you," he was begging me to understand. I tried to stop the flow of tears but they would not cease. I smiled a watery smile up at him.

"I know. It's okay. I'd rather be with you all the time anyway." Edward didn't seem to understand, but a smile lit up his features anyways. "You know, I was just thinking about my favorite movie from when I was a child, Toy Story 2. Would we be jinxing ourselves if we named our baby Zorg?" I laughed.

"Yes," Edward replied, "Zach would be giving us an arch enemy to classic hero Buzz Light-year," he said, mispronouncing the name.

"Zach, I like it!" Edward looked surprised at my reaction to his slip up. Then he laughed.

"I love it. It works," he replied. "Zach it is." I sighed happily. I would always look back and giggle at how we game up with the name, a mispronunciation of a child's movie bad-guy.